First Ride (The Slayers MC Book 1)

by Tara Oakes

  ~*~

  “Tell me,” I hear his deep grumbling voice.

  My bare skin quivers. My chest rises and falls heavily. His rough palm moves over my ass cheek in a menacing way. I brace myself, knowing what will inevitably be coming next.

  “Ah!” I squeal as his large hand lifts and falls onto the delicate skin. I hear a high-pitched snapping sound and feel a small ripple move from my ass to my thigh.

  Once the initial sting subsides, the heat sets in. It radiates from the epicenter under his hand that I know floats lightly above.

  “Tell me,” he asks again, his voice softer.

  I release the lip being bitten between my teeth. “Yes.”

  A deep satisfied grunt comes from his throat, inches away from my ear. “Very good. Very, very good.”

  A frigid raindrop falls between my shoulder blades and I hiss, bowing my back. His hot, steaming mouth falls onto the melting drop of liquid, lapping it up. My eyes roll back beneath the blindfold.

  His strong, adept tongue circles over the skin, twirling. I feel another cool drop on my ass cheek, dripping down in between. Another hiss. His tongue finds the bead of spreading water once more and it’s devoured.

  Oh, God, take me now. There’s no way I can survive this torture in tact.

  A dull-edged piece of ice presses into the cleft at the base of my lower back. I feel a puddle of frosty coolness begin to well under the melting icicle. I squirm with delicious angst as the overflowing water begins to drip down between the tightly clenched cheeks, through the passage and all the way down to the apex.

  “Uh, uh, uh,” Dawson taunts. “What’s the rule, Angel?”

  Once again his palm circles my ass. I move my feet up and down against the mattress, bracing myself. “Not to move.”

  “That’s right, Angel. Don’t move.” He knows damn well that there’s no way I can keep still with the things he’s doing to me. “Now hold still.”

  The shrinking little glacier slips down far, far, and then farther. He finds my opening and traces the border with the wet dripping ice. The drips form tiny little streams that trace down my inner thighs and tickle me enough to shiver.

  I feel my clit grow numb from the steady flow of arctic water that drizzles over the nub. “So tight, baby.”

  I feel the remnants of ice being pushed far into me. To my surprise, another and then another ice cube follows until I feel a deep fullness where the frozen cubes settle.

  “Now hold them in baby, and turn over. I’m thirsty.”

  Oh, God! I nearly come right there on the spot as he lays out his plans for me. I feel freezing electric bursts from the inside as I do my best to turn over blindly, holding my legs tightly together to obey his command, his rule, and keep the ice in.

  With the mattress supporting my back, I feel him shifting down by my knees with his hands taking one in each and pushing to spread open a space for himself. My lips tremble, my teeth chatter. It’s so cold. So very, very, cold.

  Warm, hot breath flows over my weeping pussy. Like an intense storm where cold meets hot, the two crash together violently as I call out when his tongue finally takes hold.

  He moves fast, his mouth savagely devouring every inch of me. “Tastes so fucking good, Angel.”

  My head thrashes from side to side, stretching and straining. My fingers weave through his short hair urging him to slow as the sensations are too much. He’s relentless, gulping and slurping every drop that escapes me. I feel the rough prickly little hairs on his face that grew in since his morning shave scratch against me and it adds another level to the lesson on rules.

  My lungs tighten, my hips press down deep into the bed. A wash of fresh cool liquid bathes me as the last of the melted ice drains from my aching body, throwing me over the cliff that hovers near.

  His mouth grabs onto the frozen clit that pulses through the strong orgasm racking through my body.

  “That’s right, baby. See what happens when you follow the rules?” Dawson revels in the fantastic reward he’s gifted me. “Now my reward.”

  The blindfold is taken away, my eyes forced to focus in the harsh afternoon light streaming in the bedroom. My vision clears and I see Dawson’s glorious naked body settled between my spread legs.

  He leans forward and I feel the mushroomed tip of his thick cock pressing against my half-frozen pussy.

  “Dawson …” I eye his naked, unsheathed cock.

  He looks down at the latex-free dick in his hand. “That’s one rule that’s meant to be broken, Angel.”

  ~*~

  After a lazy afternoon in bed going over a few more rules, we lie spent in each other’s arms. If you had asked me last night where I thought I’d be today, it sure wouldn’t have been in this bed with this man.

  “Mmm,” I snuggle in and nuzzle closer as he tries to move.

  “Shh, baby. Go back to sleep. I’ll go run and pick Sasha up from Trixie’s. You stay and take a bath when you wake up. We’ll bring some dinner home.” He makes the final move to step out of bed and my head falls to the pillow in defeat.

  “Stay and take a shower with me,” I groan into the thick pillow.

  I feel a soft kiss on my back. “As much as I’d love to be the one to wash my cum from between your legs, I gotta get the kid before Trixie closes.”

  My eyes fly open. Shit! I quickly do the mental calculations to determine the level of risk as I count back the days. Nine, ten. Wait, is that good? Bad? I count again. Ten days ago. I think we’re okay. I’ve gotta get on the pill ASAP though.

  “Be back soon,” He calls as he hops out of the bedroom while putting his boot on.

  I catch a peek of his leather and patches before he disappears and for some unknown reason, they make me smile.

  ~*~

  One shower and a cup of tea later, I find myself wandering to the laundry room to run a load of towels when the front doorbell rings.

  Who the hell could that be?

  My bare feet glide down the shiny wooden floors to the door. I can see a shadow through the cut glass. It’s gotta be someone for Dawson.

  Pressing the disarm button on the alarm, I pull one of the double front doors open and nearly faint at what I see.

  How the fuck did he find me?

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  DAWSON

  Sasha’s one of the last kids left in the main playroom, with the rest having already been picked up for the day. She’s busy playing with some oversized blocks, building a castle by the looks of it.

  “Hey, brother, we gotta talk.” Uno sees me walk in and immediately calls me over to the office. Huh. He never usually hangs around here.

  “Yeah, yeah. Sorry I’m late. I’ll make sure she gets picked up earlier from now on.” I know if I’d explained to him exactly why I was late, he’d understand. Hell, he’d probably give me a high five.

  He’s one of Angel’s biggest fans, thinking and voicing to me that it’s about time I settled down. Had to remind him that he was a couple years older than I am now when he finally stopped whoring around and started playing house with Trixie.

  “There’s not going to be a next time, man.” I walk into the office and he closes the door behind me. That’s when I see Trixie for the first time today, sobbing.

  Something’s wrong. “What the fuck happened? Stitch?”

  Last I’d checked in Stitch was doing better, but, hell, I can’t imagine what else Trix could be so upset about.

  Uno holds up a folded letter. “The daycare’s license is getting pulled. Some bullshit about an expired inspection. I know for a fact that we’re up to date. I don’t mess around with this place, Dawson. Everything’s legit.”

  I feel my eye twitch as I read the letter. It’s from the department of Health and Human Services. Looks authentic.

  “Gotta close this place down as of tomorrow until we get our license reinstated. There’s no guarantee they’re gonna give it back, though.” My brother watches his Ol’ lady as he speaks. His words cause a fresh wave
of tears from her.

  I lock eyes with Uno and nod a silent understanding. There’s plenty more to say about this shit but not in front of his woman. We never talk club shit in front of the girls, Ol’ lady or not.

  I leave him to console Trix, giving them their privacy. Sasha seems to still be interested in her blocks, but lights up when she sees me coming.

  “Dawson!” She runs and I catch her, picking her up high.

  “Hey, kiddo. You makin’ a mess?” There are dozens of multicolored interlocking plastic rectangles lying around. Hell yeah, she’s makin’ a mess. “Let’s get this cleaned up so we can get some dinner and go home.”

  “Pizza?” Her eyes open wide.

  I laugh. “Sure.”

  ~*~

  What. The. Fuck.

  That car definitely does not belong to a Slayer, or Lana, from what I’ve seen. The rusted pile of shit taking up space in my driveway is even worse than what Angel used to drive. I didn’t think that was possible, but here’s actual tangible proof that it is.

  I quickly scan the windows and the doors for anything out of place. Nothing. Something still feels off, though. I reach around behind me and take my gun from my holster, pulling back on the barrel and engaging the first bullet, careful for Sasha not to see from her car seat behind me.

  “Hey kiddo, how about we go say hi to Mrs. Martin next door before dinner? See if you can play with her new puppy?”

  There’s only one thing that could distract the little girl from the ooey- gooey, cheesy pizza filling up the truck with delicious smells right now, and that’s a puppy.

  “Yay! Puppy!” Sasha kicks the back of my seat in excitement, eager to be free from the safety belts holding her securely in place.

  My little old neighbor is a widow and loves to have drop-in company visits, even from the bad-ass biker next door. She’d met Sasha the other day while walking the puppy around the block and had invited her to come over and play with the little black lab whenever she wanted. I know she’ll keep Sasha busy for a while so that I can figure out what the hell this car in my driveway is about.

  Too many things are going wrong lately between Stitch’s attack, the break-in at the club, Trixie’s business being threatened and now coming to find out that we’re on the Conquistadors’ radar.

  I’m not taking any chances.

  ~*~

  The front door’s unlocked.

  Not knowing what’s inside, I decide to prepare for the worst, taking my gun and holding it down by my thigh where it’s ready if, and when, I need it.

  “Angel, you there?” I turn my body and inch my way deep into the entryway.

  Random lights are on throughout the main floor from what I can see. Nothing broken so far, no signs of a forced entry or struggle.

  “Dawson? In here.” Angel’s voice calls to me from the living room, tightly wound, definitely not relaxed or comfortable.

  Once I’m close enough, I swing myself around the corner with straight arms and a solid grip on my piece.

  “Where’s Sasha?” she sees my gun for the very first time and asks, alarmed.

  The pale skin and bone excuse for a man sitting opposite her is taken aback by my firearm and stands quickly. Too quickly.

  I grab Angel and pull her behind me, blocking her small body with mine. “Who’s this?” I ask back to her.

  The greasy-looking man doesn’t give my girl a chance to answer. “Where’s my kid?”

  It takes a moment for his claim to register. The sister’s ex. The one who beat her, hooked her on junk.

  I feel Angel’s hands take hold of my arm harshly seeking my attention. “Where’s Sasha?” Her voice is shaky and wrought with concern. I don’t take my eyes off the weasley little fucker responsible for it.

  “She’s playing with that puppy she likes so much,” I’m purposefully cryptic so that she and I are the only ones to understand. “Go get her and take her over your best friend’s house. Don’t come home ‘till I call you.”

  I make sure not to use Lana’s name.

  “I want my fucking kid, Molly! I told you I’m not leaving here without her!” he tries to call over my shoulder. I raise the gun and he instantly shuts his mouth.

  Angel tugs on my sleeve, desperate. “Please, Dawson. Please.”

  “Go! Now!” I shout, causing her already delicate disposition to jump. Keeping one eye on him, I try my best to soften my gaze and dart my eyes to her. “I got this, Angel.”

  She breathes deeply, eager to say a million things, I’m sure. She doesn’t need to though. I know her well enough already where I get how she feels about this. The little space between her eyebrows closes like she’s in some sort of pain.

  “I need you to take care of this, Dawson.” Her whispered words are slow, articulate, and dripping with meaning.

  She’s seen enough these last few days to know the things I’m capable of. She knows I’ll do whatever I have to. She knows the weight of her wish.

  “I need you,” she whispers even more softly before leaving in a hurried rush to claim the little girl next door.

  My black, dark heart stops mid-beat at her words. The words I never thought I’d hear from her lips. The words she probably never imagined saying, even to me.

  But, she did say them. She said them to me.

  She. Needs. Me.

  Shit just got real.

  There’s a loud clicking noise as the front door closes leaving my guest and I alone in the house.

  I pull the release on my gun, holding it up to deescalate the situation. “Have a seat.”

  “I want my kid. You can’t keep her from me.” He doesn’t sit.

  Fine. We’ll stand.

  I’m a head taller than him, so I step forward to accentuate the difference. “How’d you find her?”

  He sneers. “None of your fuckin’ business.”

  I laugh. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You have no idea how much this is my fuckin’ business. If you want me to help get your kid back for you, you’ll tell me how you found her.”

  He eyes me suspiciously. “Why would you help me get her back?”

  Exhaling deeply, I eye him as though he should already know. “You think I want to be saddled with a kid? Man, I thought I was getting a sweet piece of ass. Had no idea Molly was gonna try and stick me with a kid that’s not even mine.”

  His eyes narrow as he processes what I’m saying. I give him more.

  “I can’t even fuck my woman the way I want in my own house for Christ’s sake! She’s too afraid the kid will hear.” I shake my head for emphasis. “My woman needs to take care of me, worry about me. Not some kid that’s not even hers.”

  Sasha’s sperm donor of a father seems to scrutinize what I’m saying.

  “Now how’d you find my place?” I ask once again for the information. He seems to be warming up to me. Stupid fucker.

  “Some guy calls me, tells me I got a kid. Says Tina ups and leaves the baby with her bitch of a sister tryin’ to hide my kid from me, like they’re better than me or some shit.”

  Interesting. I have to fight the urge to deck him for calling Angel a bitch. That wouldn’t help matters much right now. “He have a name? An accent, the guy who called you? Russian, Mexican?”

  He looks at me like I have two heads. “What the fuck you talkin’ about, man? No, he didn’t have a fuckin’ accent. Now give me my kid!”

  “You got a place to take her?” I feign concern for his situation.

  His hands fidget and wring. I can spot the signs of a junkie from a mile away. This asshole’s hurtin’ for a fix. “Yeah, I got a place. Now that I got a kid, they’ll give me a better place, benefits, food stamps.”

  It turns my stomach to listening to him rattle off how his new kid is gonna be a meal ticket for him. “Molly’s not gonna hand her over. Not now, not ever. I don’t know you, know the shit that went down between you and your ex but a man’s got a right to his kids.”

  “She better give me my kid or I’m ca
lling the cops and they’re gonna lock her ass up for kidnapping,” he threatens.

  Once again I’ve got to hold myself back. “Calm your ass down. No one’s goin’ to the cops. My woman’s not getting jammed up. She may not want to do what she has to, but she don’t really got a choice anymore. Give me a couple hours. We’ll pack up some of the kid’s shit and let her say her goodbyes. You got someplace to stay tonight?”

  He shakes his head no, still on guard.

  Reaching back to my pocket I take out my money clip. His eyes set on it like it’s a piece of meat and he’s a starving man. He actually licks his lips. I peel off a handful of bills and hold them out to him.

  “Here. There’s a hotel downtown on Fifth. It’s clean. Get a room. I’ll handle my woman and we’ll bring the kid tonight.”

  He practically grabs for the cash, with his dirty fingernails and blotchy, bruised skin. The sleeves of his beat up shirt pull back as he reaches, showing the telltale track marks that I already suspected were littering his body.

  The closer he gets, the worse he smells. With the dough in his hands, more money than he’s probably seen in an entire month, he pulls back quickly. “If I don’t get my kid back tonight, I’m goin’ to the cops.”

  I laugh to myself. “Tonight. You’ll get what you came for tonight. Now get the fuck out.”

  Once he’s gone, I make the phone calls I need to.

  First, to Esè. “You lookin’ to prove your worth, kid? Make room on that vest for your patches?”

  The poor kid must be getting whiplash from me. First, I’m threatening to skin him alive for dropping the ball last night. Now, I’m practically giving him his golden ticket to what he wants most.

  “Anything, D, I’ll do anything.”

  Damn right he will. “That hotel down on Fifth. There still a guy dealin’ out of that place?”

  “Yeah, D. Think so.”

  I bite the inside of my lip while silently nodding my head. “Good. You give him a very, very, special delivery. There’s a scrawny little white guy about to check in. Big time user. Looking for a fix. I want him checking in, but not checking out, you got me? I want it done tonight. The guy drives a beat up old Acura. Judging by his tracks, he likes to shoot, so make sure he gets a dose that’s gonna end it quick.”