by Mia Madison
“Good.” We reach the bike and he turns me to face him. “What’s your schedule tomorrow?”
“No appointments, no formal office hours unless something comes up. I need to go by Tonio’s job site, and other than that it’s just working on new designs.”
The backs of his knuckles brush my cheekbone. “Want you in my bed tonight, babe.”
My stomach does a happy flutter. “Okay,” I breathe.
Leaning down, Wolf touches his mouth to mine, then straddles his bike. I climb on behind him, and we’re off into the night.
11
Lady D
It’s Friday, and I’m wandering the Firestorm compound with a beer in my hand because the club is having another barbecue. Bikers like to party – it’s part of their free-wheeling ethos – and they have these gatherings on the regular, weather and other circumstances permitting. They don’t need a special occasion to celebrate, though those are welcome too.
Two kids run by me, a boy and a girl, laughing and shouting. Their names are Shiloh and Mercy, and they belong to Bird, one of the club members, and his old lady Janie. She catches my eye across the compound and gives me a smile.
The old ladies have mostly been very friendly with me. I belong to Wolf, and that’s good enough for them. The unattached women — most of whom were angling for Wolf — are another matter. They barely acknowledge my existence.
As for the men of Firestorm, they’ve been withholding judgment, watching Wolf and me together. What’s good for the club’s president, in their view, is good for the club, and what isn’t, isn’t.
They’ve had plenty of opportunities to observe us because, since Monday, Wolf and I have spent a lot of time in each other’s company. Both of us having flexible schedules has given us the freedom to accomplish that. And maybe it’s just because we’re new, but spending lots of time with Wolf has turned out to be both surprisingly easy and pretty damn amazing.
We’re together every night, in his bed or mine. And I do mean together, because Wolf is a full-contact sleeper. Sometimes we spoon, sometimes I’m tucked against his side, but even if we move in the night, we end up touching.
I’ve scarcely used my car this week because we go everywhere on Wolf’s Harley. The weather has turned, and while it’s not quite warm yet, it’s clear and sunny and perfect for riding. I’ve discovered that being on the back of Wolf’s bike with him is one of my favorite things in the whole world.
In fact, the only thing I like better is being in bed with him when we’re not sleeping. He’s a voracious, demanding, dominant lover, and apart from that first weekend he hasn’t given me any space at all. My sex life has gone from zero to Mach IV in a matter of days.
Since he’s kept his word to always take care of me, I’ve kept mine too. Wolf gets me whenever he wants, however he wants me. And because he always has a mind to my satisfaction, not just his own, I’ve done a lot of new things and all of them have been mind-blowingly fantastic.
A hand comes to my waist, sliding across my belly, and I turn my head to smile up at my Viking. “Hey, baby.”
His lips curve up, his eyes as blue and warm as a tropical ocean. “How’s my lady?”
I turn into him, sliding my hands around his waist. “I’m good.” So good, I can hardly find words for it, but I hope the mushy, gooey way I’m looking at him says what I can’t.
“Gonna go on patrol later,” he tells me. “I’ll drop you at your place, join you there after. We’ll go up the hill tomorrow.”
“Okay, babe.” The reason he left me, that first Friday night we were together, was not to send some kind of message about his alpha male independence. The Russian mob is trying to make inroads here, along with some ex-Serpents. That would be the biker gang that Wolf and Firestorm (with a little help from local, state, and federal law enforcement) dismantled for what they did to Frankie, as well as other crimes.
Wolf and his guys have been patrolling, trying to keep the Russians at bay, along with my cousin Carlo (who has his own security and investigations firm) and his men. Since the first Russian mobster who hit town last year targeted Gina, Carlo’s woman, my cousin has more than the usual motive of not wanting his town taken over by criminals.
All of which means that Wolf wasn’t ignoring me when he didn’t call — he was dealing with those issues that night and all that weekend. I still wish he’d texted or something, but now that I understand what was up, I’m not mad or hurt about it anymore.
A slow song comes over the sound system. Wolf’s arms tighten around me, and we start to sway. I close my eyes, tuck my head against his chest, and drift into the bliss zone.
“I was wrong about you,” Wolf says quietly.
My body jerks and I look up at him. “What do you mean?”
“Made assumptions about you. What you were like. Maybe some of those were my way of keepin’ myself away from you, but I made ’em just the same.”
“Honey—”
“I came into your office, intruded on that part of your life, you weren’t freaked. Your girl was, but you just rolled with it.”
“Wolf, I—”
“You take me as I am, in bed and out of it. You treat people in Firestorm the same way you do anyone else. I didn’t think you could handle this life. Glad you showed me different.”
I blink back the sudden moisture in my eyes. “Thanks for letting me show you,” I say, my voice husky.
His eyes get intense. “I’m a lucky man, Dani.”
That’s all I can handle without crying, so I press into him as hard as I can, holding him tight, and he lets me, rocking me gently, a mild spring breeze wafting around us. My heart is so full I think I might burst.
Until a voice says, “Dani?”
I look up to see Paul, the guy from the planning office who was at the café that morning, standing a few feet away. He’s still in his work clothes, a suit and tie, and he’s staring at me like I’ve grown a third eye in the middle of my forehead.
Wolf’s arms lock around me for a moment, so tight I can barely breathe, before they relax. I don’t need to look at him to know he’s pissed. Slipping my hand into his, I turn to face our unexpected guest. “Hey, Paul. What’s up?”
“Someone told me they saw you with him.” He indicates Wolf with a jerk of his head. “I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t.”
Fury is pouring off Wolf in waves. Tonight’s a public event, or else Paul would be trespassing and he’d be in real trouble. But even without that, he’s pushing his luck. I guess I have to give him credit for balls, if not brains.
I give Wolf’s hand a hard squeeze. He must get the message, because he holds his fire and so does the rest of the club, who have us surrounded by now, eyes and faces hard. If I can’t defuse this situation, Paul could still be in a world of hurt.
“I’m surprised you would say that,” I tell him, keeping my tone even and matter-of-fact. “You don’t know me, a few minutes’ conversation notwithstanding.”
“I know you’re not the kind of girl who belongs with a man like him.”
My temper spikes. “A man like him?” I let go of Wolf’s hand and take a step forward. “You mean a strong, smart, courageous man who’s respected by his community and by people who actually know him?”
Paul’s head goes back. “You’re too good for this, Dani. You deserve better.”
“Really? Because I can’t think of anything better than a family who have each other’s backs, and who outside my own blood relations are the most loyal group I’ve ever met. I sure as hell can’t imagine better than a man who treats me like gold without putting me on a pedestal. Who smiles like an angel and fucks like a god.”
His face goes white. “I guess I was wrong about you.”
“I guess you were.” I get in his face, hands on my hips. “And you’re wrong about Firestorm, too. These are good men, Paul, brothers who love their families and care about this town. They don’t judge you because you live differently than they do. You ought to return t
he favor.”
He holds my gaze for a long moment before he jerks his chin up and walks away. The crowd parts to let him through, and then Wolf turns me into his arms. “Thanks,” I say. “For letting me handle that.”
“You said everything that was needed, babe. Nothing more to be done.” One dark red eyebrow arches up. “Fucks like a god?”
I smile at him. “When you’re inside me, I’m in heaven.”
His face gets soft and his eyes get hot. Stroking his thumb across my lower lip, he murmurs, “Lady D.”
That’s when my heart bursts, because he’s given me a name that I know will never belong to anyone else. Every other woman on the planet might be darlin’, but only I am his lady.
“Stop being sweet,” I tell him, my voice muffled because my face is buried in his chest. “I can’t handle it when you’re sweet.”
“Better get used to it, babe, because I plan on bein’ sweet to you a lot.”
“Okay, but at least save it for when no one else is around. I’ll lose my street cred if I get all mushy.”
“I’ll try to remember that,” he says. I hear the laughter in his voice, and close my eyes to savor it.
Life. Is. Perfect.
Epilogue
I’m in my bed when my cell phone rings. Opening my eyes, I pick it up off my nightstand and see that it’s Wolf calling. “Hey, baby,” I say in a voice thick with sleep.
“What are you wearing?”
My nipples go hard and I wake up fast. Wolf wants to play. “One of my pajama sets,” I whisper. “Short shorts and cami top.”
“I’m on my way to you. Take everything off — everything — and wait for me.”
I swallow hard. “Dani,” he says, a warning in his voice.
“Okay, babe,” I whisper, and then he’s gone. Setting the phone back on the nightstand, I do as he says. When I’m naked, I lie back down on the bed, but don’t pull the covers over me.
It feels like forever before I hear him come in, but I know it’s only been a couple of minutes. He moves through my apartment in the dark, familiar with it by now. When he reaches my bedroom, he snaps on the lamp on my nightstand.
“Beautiful,” he says softly, his eyes sweeping me from head to toe and back again. Wet heat gathers between my legs as he starts to undress, his eyes still on me.
When he’s naked, Wolf sits on the edge of the bed. The bedframe is an old wrought-iron one I inherited from my great-grandmother. “Put your hands over your head and take hold of the bars,” he instructs me.
I do it, and he stretches out beside me. “Don’t move your hands, no matter what. Understand?” I nod. “Good.”
And then he starts to touch me. Feather light, his fingers gliding over my cheek, along my jaw, down my neck. He traces my collarbone, dipping into the hollow at the base of my throat, then down between my breasts.
Pleasure erupts beneath my skin wherever we make contact. When his thumb brushes the underside of one breast, my legs move restlessly.
“Lie still for me, Dani.”
“Wolf …” I say pleadingly.
“Still,” he repeats. I have to bite my lip with the effort it takes, but I get my body under control. “Good girl.”
He continues his torment, tantalizing me with delicious sensation. His hand moves along the outside of my hip, then down my leg. “Bend your knees,” he tells me, and when I do his fingers stroke up my calf, into the underside of my knee, and then the back of my thigh.
My toes curl. “Hold still,” he says again.
“I can’t.” I sound as desperate as I am.
“Yes, you can. Be good for me.”
Once again, I quell my body’s impulses. He skims his fingers down the outside of my other leg and back up the underside, then up to my belly and down. When he reaches my clit, he circles around the part of me that’s aching for his touch.
“Legs down, Lady D, and spread for me.”
I do this without hesitating, and he explores the silky-soft skin at the insides of my thighs until it takes superhuman effort not to jerk under his hand. Finally, finally, he cups me. My hips arch instinctively, and just as quickly I force them back down.
My hands keep white-knuckling on the bedframe. When he rubs one finger along the seam of my folds, then parts them, my back arches. His hand goes away. “No!” I cry.
“Lie still, Dani.”
My breath comes shallow as I move myself back into position. And then the real torture starts: endless pleasure that never quite takes me there. His fingers play through my wetness, teasing, giving, but not enough. Easing back when things build, then starting again until I’m ready to scream.
When he finally breaks off, I’m frantic, ready to jump out of my skin if I can’t touch him, taste him. “Wolf,” I plead.
“Pretty Dani. Your pupils are the size of saucers.”
His blue eyes are almost black. “So are yours,” I whisper.
“What you do to me.” He licks into my mouth again and I kiss him back with all my strength, begging him to give me more, give me all of him.
“Wolf,” I beg when he lifts his head. “Please.”
“You’ve had enough,” he decides. His hand shifts and he plunges two fingers inside me. I cry out, almost coming just from that. “Keep your hands where they are and ride my fingers,” he orders.
I have no problem obeying. My hips piston as his fingers pump in and out of me. “That’s right,” he says when I plant my feet against the bed. “Harder.”
I whimper, my need an all-consuming thing. His thumb circles my clit and I gasp. “Wolf!”
“Give it to me, babe.” His thumb presses and rolls, and I shoot over the edge, coming hard, clamping down on his fingers. He keeps working me, drawing out my pleasure, bringing me again before I go limp on the bed.
But my man is just getting started. His lips come to mine in a hot, sweet, wet kiss that lasts until I’m squirming beneath him. Then he explores the rest of my body with the same thoroughness, and tenderness, he lavished on my mouth. When he reaches my breasts, he feasts on my nipples, tasting, savoring, ravishing me with rough delicacy.
I’m still desperately gripping the bedframe. “Please, Wolf. Let me touch you.”
He lifts his head and gives me a quick, hard kiss that turns into a long, hungry kiss. When he finally finishes, I’m wet and needy, aching for his cock. “All right, babe,” he says at last, and my hands waste no time in seeking him out.
He goes back to my breasts, tracing the outline of one nipple with his tongue, then tugging it into his mouth. I arch against him, my hands tunneling into his hair. His fingers tease my other nipple, drawing together over the peak, twisting and pinching lightly. He suckles me until I writhe beneath him. “Wolf ….”
“What, baby?”
“I need you,” I beg.
He gives me his slow, scorching smile, the one I don’t think anyone else has ever seen, the one that turns my Viking into a fallen angel who knows all the best sins. “If a thing’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. Can’t be rushed.”
He’s going to kill me. “I would argue that there are a multitude of ways to do this right, and some of them happen faster than other ways.” I skim my hands down his back, as far as I can reach, and up again. “Maybe you could be leisurely some other time.”
“So impatient.”
“Wolf.” I take his hand and guide it between my legs. “It’s not as though I’m not ready.”
He parts my folds, his eyes going half lidded. “So wet. My sweet lady.” One finger presses inside me. “So tight.”
My hips lift, welcoming, inviting. He adds another finger, stroking in and out of me, and then slides down my body. My hands clutch the sheets as he sucks my clit into his mouth, then blows on it, over and over, until my legs lock around his head.
Finally, he sucks me steadily, his fingers still plunging into me. I’m close, so close, when he lifts his head again. “Delicious,” he says. “Like honeyed mead. Could eat you al
l night.”
“Wolf!”
He chuckles against my swollen tip, then claims it again, sucking hard, driving me up, and up, and up with his mouth and his fingers, until my whole body is as tight as a bowstring. The slightest pressure of his teeth, and I shatter, bucking against him.
He keeps me coming until I can’t take any more before he moves up to cover me. “Gonna fuck you hard, Dani.”
My muscles convulse. “Oh god, yes, please.”
“You like it like that,” he says in my ear.
My hands move to frame his face. “I love it like that, honey. I love it any way you give it to me.”
“Yeah,” he says softly. He takes himself in hand, rubbing his big, wide cock against my wetness. “Gonna do you up the ass after this.”
I shudder in anticipation. “Okay, baby.”
“Fuck. My lady. So perfect for me.”
I pull his head down to mine. The words are there, and I can’t keep them back anymore. “I love you, Wolf.”
His eyes blaze. “Dani.”
“You’re perfect. So much better than I ever dreamed. The more I have of you, the more I want.”
“Take me, then.” He surges inside me and my arms wrap around him, my nails digging into his back, my legs held high against his sides so he can drill me hard and deep.
I’m so primed by everything we’ve already done that it starts to build right away. “Wolf,” I moan, my breath catching, and he knows what that means.
“Fuck,” he growls, pounding into me. “Find it, babe. Come on my cock.”
His words send me over, my pussy clamping down hard, and he doesn’t slow down at all, braced on his arms now, looking down to where his cock is ramming into me, faster, harder.
My head goes back as ecstasy swirls through me, climbing again. “More, Wolf.”
He gives me more, one arm wrapping around my waist to drive me down onto him. “God, yes!” I cry, and he fucks me even harder. I get there again before he drops his weight onto me, both hands holding my hips, pounding me like a jackhammer until he buries himself deep inside, groaning my name.
