Counter To My Intelligence (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Book 7)

by Lani Lynn Vale

“This is my best friend, Ruthie.” I looked over at Ruthie, who was wearing a wide-eyed expression.

  Sterling’s eyes were all for my friend, too.

  I couldn’t help but smile.

  Ruthie was beautiful.

  Like incredibly so.

  She was about five foot two inches of perfect wrapped in a beautiful bow of happiness and sunshine.

  She had curly hair that was styled perfectly.

  She had worn a bit of eyeshadow, but it was the smoked eyeliner rimming her green eyes that made them pop like emeralds.

  And I’ll be damned if her smoky, sparkling emerald eyes weren’t just as focused on the man staring her down.

  He didn’t move; neither did she.

  For so long that I started to worry, but then Sterling smiled and offered his hand.

  Ruthie took forever to take it, and I felt like it was something pivotal in her healing.

  “Well,” I said, turning to look at Silas. “What’s next?”

  “Silas is going to fight Stone,” Sterling chirped at my side.

  I blinked, turning to see Sterling looking at some man across the room and leaning up against one of the bars.

  “What? But, but… why?” I asked stammered worriedly.

  My hand clutched Silas’ who looked down at me in amusement.

  “Because it’s tradition. The presidents of the chapters fight to see who gets to host the next year’s event,” Sterling said. “Stone is the winner on his bracket. Silas the winner on his.”

  I blinked.

  “So you lost last year?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “No. Last year a tornado took out the Alabama chapter’s clubhouse, so we went there for a week and helped them fix it up.”

  “He won last year. Was supposed to be here,” Sterling offered helpfully.

  I nodded. “Gotcha.”

  Turning to Silas I said, “When is this fight taking place? And what kind of fight is it?”

  “Boxing, mostly. And in about fifteen minutes,” he answered, picking up a beer off a waitress’ tray and bringing it to his lips.

  “Shouldn’t you be refueling your body with a Gatorade or something, instead of a beer?” I asked.

  He winked at me. “Honey, I’m too old for those electrolyte drinks. Now I’m drinking because my liver would probably revolt if I didn’t.”

  “Dad doesn’t know how to back off,” a tight-lipped voice said from our side.

  I smiled at Sebastian and moved to hug him.

  “How’s Baylee doing?” I asked.

  He smiled and hugged me back before letting me go and pointing in the direction of the bar where Baylee’s arms were waving in front of her as she spoke animatedly with some woman I’d never seen.

  She had red hair that came down to her waist and a ready smile.

  When I turned back to Silas, his gaze was on something across the room.

  “Silas,” I said. “When are they going to start cooking?”

  “A couple of minutes, I guess,” he shrugged.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked him again.

  He shrugged again.

  Something was wrong.

  I just didn’t know what.

  Something had changed in the last few minutes, and I wanted to know what.

  Smiling down at my shoes, I suddenly took his hand and started pulling him along with me to his office, leaving Ruthie to speak with Sterling.

  “Take me to your office,” I ordered.

  He went, but I could tell it was reluctantly.

  The moment we got inside, I pushed him back until I could close the door.

  I flicked on the light, then dropped down to my knees in front of him.

  “Sawyer,” Silas growled.

  I looked up at him to see his face still set in stone.

  He didn’t want to talk?

  Well I wouldn’t make him.

  “This isn’t the time,” he growled once again.

  I ignored him.

  Reaching for his belt buckle, I quickly undid it.

  The metal buckle clanged loudly as I quickly removed the belt from the loops and tossed it somewhere behind me.

  I saw his hand move to his back and heard him grunt as he caught what I assumed was the gun he kept at the small of his back.

  Whoops.

  Regardless, I started working on his pants, roughly yanking the zipper down.

  “Shit,” he hissed.

  Then I yanked his underwear and jeans right down to his knees.

  His soft cock fell free from its confines, and I licked my lips as I marveled at how big it was even in its softened state.

  A challenge?

  Looking up, I smiled at Silas.

  He glared.

  “What’s wrong, Silas?” I asked, leaning forward to trail my tongue along the head of his cock.

  The moment my tongue met his skin, his cock jerked.

  Keeping contact with his eyes, I leaned forward and sucked his entire cock into my mouth.

  I’d never felt it when it was soft.

  Well, I’d felt it, as it wasn’t unusual for me to cup his package on occasion as I would walk past him or even sometimes when the mood just came over me. What can I say? I love his cock.

  I’d just never had it in my mouth while soft.

  This was the first time I’d ever been able to get his entire cock in my mouth, and I savored the feeling.

  Except he still wasn’t getting hard.

  Was he reciting the ABC’s or something to keep from getting hard?

  “What? Should we get you some Viagra or something?” I teased, cupping his balls. “You’re too old to get it up?”

  I felt like I’d just taken my life in my hands as I said it.

  Nervous as hell, I finally looked up into his burning eyes.

  “You wanna know what’s wrong?” He asked, gently cupping my face.

  I nodded, albeit reluctantly since he now had a firm grip in my hair that was hurting already, and he wasn’t even doing any tugging.

  “My problem, honey, is that you were talking to a man. Touching him. Hugging him. Allowing him to put his hands on you,” he said softly. “You’re mine. Not his. He doesn’t get to have you like that.”

  I laughed. “Silas, you’re name isn’t tattooed on me. You have no right to say who I can and can’t hug. I promise you I won’t be fucking anyone else, but there are occasions when I want to hug other people of the male and female variety.”

  “Suck my cock,” he said, tugging my hair until my face was resting against his still flaccid cock.

  I opened my mouth but instead of sticking his cock in my mouth, he placed his balls there.

  “The thing about me,” he said. “Is that I have complete control over my mind and body. I’m not a little boy to be trifled with. If I want to fuck you, I’ll allow myself to get hard. If I don’t want to fuck you, it won’t happen. Now, run your tongue around my balls.”

  When I didn’t comply fast enough, he yanked my hair and I moaned.

  God, I was such a whore.

  This shouldn’t be turning me on, this domineering side of him.

  But it was, and I was fucking dripping.

  I could tell my panties were soaked.

  And the next thing would be my jeans, and I really didn’t want that to happen.

  I still had to walk through a gaggle of bikers and their women. And I didn’t think for a second that they wouldn’t notice.

  “I said lick,” he growled, pulling on my hair again.

  His other hand was holding his cock out of my face, allowing him to watch my eyes and mouth.

  I could see his cock hardening out of the corner of my eye, but my gaze stayed on Silas’.

  His were hard and unbending.

  My eyes narrowed, and in an act of defiance I sucked.

  He hissed and yanked back hard on my hair.

  “Bitch,” he growl
ed.

  Removing his balls from my mouth, he replaced it with his cock.

  His now hard cock.

  Really hard.

  I choked on it the moment he got four inches into my mouth.

  I wasn’t an expert at giving blow jobs.

  Turns out I had a hell of a gag reflex.

  Something Silas had been battling for a while now.

  This time, though, he didn’t care that he was making me gag.

  He was forcing his hard cock into my mouth, causing my eyes to water.

  I was surprised that I really liked this side of him.

  How he was forcing me to take him.

  It was almost like he was forcing me to enjoy it, too.

  He’d always been so careful with me, afraid that it’d scare me off.

  And I’d wanted more from him, but I had no clue how to tell him that I wanted more, I wasn’t even sure what exactly the more was that I wanted.

  Apparently, Silas knew, though, because he was giving it to me right then.

  “Suck me,” he said.

  Keeping my eyes on him, I started to suck.

  I wasn’t sure how hard to suck, though.

  Hard? Soft?

  Soft like I would suck on a Popsicle, or hard like a vacuum?

  I went with medium…like I would work a straw while drinking a milkshake.

  Which apparently was the right choice because he growled his approval.

  “Good girl,” he said, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth now, using my hair as leverage.

  I hummed.

  His grip tightened.

  After a few long moments of this, I suddenly found myself picked up then face down on his desk.

  “The door,” I said, hearing the song change as he ripped my jeans down over my ass.

  I looked up at the door nervously, trying to recall whether I’d locked it or not.

  But that was quickly forgotten when the drawer beside my hips opened and I heard the distinct crinkle of a condom wrapper. The sight of him sliding it down his hard length wiped all thoughts of whether or not the door was locked right out of my mind.

  My shirt was quickly shoved up over my shoulders and was now pooling around my neck. I felt his cock brush against me as it lined up with my entrance right before he slammed inside.

  “You didn’t care about the door earlier when you were trying to use your mouth on me to get me to talk. Don’t worry about it now, either,” he ordered, pushing his length in and out of me so forcefully that I was fairly sure my hips would be bruised in the morning where they were connecting with the edge of the desk.

  My head fell forward until my forehead was resting against the large calendar on his desk that had Silas’ manly scrawl scratched all over it.

  My breasts were rubbing deliciously against the edge of the calendar, making my nipples pebble and harden with each thrust.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, feeling my orgasm start to build.

  Silas growled.

  Then the door opened.

  I looked up into the startled face of some woman I’d never met before in my life, mouth open as my orgasm crashed through me.

  My eyes closed of their own volition, and I vaguely heard Silas’ snap at the woman, but I was too engrossed in the way my orgasm was poured over me like warm, melted butter to care about anyone else.

  My hands clenched the edge of the desk, and my toes curled in my ballet flats.

  My head turned so I could breathe, and my stomach muscles started to burn.

  Silas grunted loudly behind me, and his thrusts became even rougher until he stilled.

  His cock started to pulse and jump inside of me, and the hands on my hips clenching them so roughly that I knew I’d be sporting bruises there.

  I was coming down off a high from an orgasm that nearly converted my religion to anything that worshipped Silas Mackenzie as a God, so I didn’t really care that I’d looked like a trauma victim at that moment in time.

  “Told you,” I said after long moments.

  “Told me what, darlin’?” He asked.

  My eyes were heavy as I said, “That we should’ve locked that door.”

  He laughed as he pulled out of me, and I stayed where I was draped over the top of his desk.

  “You know,” he said. “I already have a hard enough time thinking about you when I’m working. Now all I’ll be able to think about is you bent over the desk.”

  I laughed and stood, my vagina deliciously sore from Silas’ rough use.

  “I can’t say that that bothers me,” I admitted, bending down to pull my pants back up and over my bare flesh.

  He watched me as he threaded the belt back through the loops of his jeans, then reached for the gun that’d been next to my face the entire time we’d been doing the dirty.

  He placed it back at the small of his back, then tightened the belt down.

  “You’re gonna have to not hug men until I can get my ring on your finger,” he ordered.

  My mouth dropped opened.

  “And when will that be?” I asked a tad hysterically.

  I wasn’t even getting into the fact that one of the men I hugged was his son.

  His married son. And the other man had just returned from deployment.

  He winked. “When I want it to be.”

  With that, he left out the door, only looking back at me to offer me a grin.

  Shit head.

  Wondering if he expected me to follow, I did so, albeit a lot more slowly than he’d left.

  When I made it into the main room he was talking to Sterling and Sebastian.

  His eyes followed my movement through the crowd, and I glared at him, causing a smile to quirk up the corner of his lips.

  “What’s that look for?” Ruthie asked as took a seat in the seat next to her.

  “Silas annoys me,” I told her.

  The other women at the table froze.

  “What?” I asked them.

  “Nothing,” Viddy said. “It’s just that Silas’ is so nice to everyone, even if he is a little scary. I can’t see how he’d annoy you.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  The women of The Dixie Wardens MC thought Silas walked on water.

  He didn’t.

  Chapter 21

  He’s got the pole, I’ve got the bobbers!

  -T-shirt

  Sawyer

  “Yo,” a man yelled over the loud speaker. “Time to fight!”

  I pursed my lips and turned to find everyone crowding around the ring where Silas and the man named Stone were warming up.

  Silas handed his beer over the ropes to a woman standing there, and I suddenly had the irrational urge to go yank it out of her hands.

  She didn’t deserve to hold his beer!

  “Whoa, tiger. What’s got you so riled up?” Viddy asked.

  “That woman standing next to the ring, the one who just took Silas’ beer. Who is she?” I asked.

  Viddy’s eyes turned in that direction, but it was Adeline who answered me.

  “That’s Tattie. She’s a…’hanger on,’ I guess you’d say,” Adeline answered.

  “Hmm,” I said. “Has she slept with Silas?”

  The table quieted. “Umm, we don’t know. Silas is very discreet about his relationships. I couldn’t tell you if he has or hasn’t.”

  “Hmmm,” I said, getting out of my seat and walking towards the ring without another word to them.

  I wasn’t used to being irrational.

  The only man I’d ever dated I really didn’t care about all that much.

  Hell, Isaac had slept with, and impregnated, another woman while we were supposed to be together, and I hadn’t reacted with so much as a ‘fuck you.’

  But Silas handing his beer over to some chick dressed in a strapless dress and hooker shoes made me practically homicidal.

  Pushing through the crowd now, I came to a stop when I reache
d the very edge of the ring, and reached up until I caught a hold of the rope.

  Tattie eyed me with a malevolent look, and I couldn’t help the smirk I shot her when Silas saw me and immediately held up his hand to the man he was standing in front of, Stone.

  “Yeah?” He asked, walking over to me.

  I ran my hand down his shirt.

  “You’re not going to take your shirt off like Stone did?” I teased.

  He looked down at his shirt, then over at Stone, before turning back to me.

  “I don’t want to distract him with my finely honed physique.”

  I laughed.

  It was one that bubbled up from the bottom of my belly and made my abs hurt.

  God, I loved this man and his sense of humor.

  “The Dixie Girls are calling you straight laced. They think you don’t know how to let go and loosen up,” I said, circling my finger around the collar of his shirt.

  He winked, then, making my mouth go completely dry, he stepped back and ripped his shirt from his shoulders.

  One good yank at the back of his collar had the entire thing folding over his arms and pooling at the base of his hands.

  I sighed when I got a good look at his chest.

  So muscular and mouthwatering.

  “Here, hold this for me,” he ordered me. “And step down so you don’t get hurt.”

  I reached out for the shirt and brought it into my chest, leaning far over the ropes to offer him my lips.

  “Good luck,” I said right before he kissed me.

  I moaned in his mouth when it got a little heavy, and he pulled away, leaving us both gasping.

  “Thanks,” he muttered, turning back around to face Stone.

  Grimacing, I stepped down and stood next to Tattie, ignoring the scowl she was throwing my direction.

  Plus, my eyes were glued to the man in front of me in his sexy jeans that looked to be about a year past the time he should’ve thrown them away.

  He had a gun holstered at his back, and I wondered why he hadn’t taken it off.

  It was likely he never took it off. Or at least he didn’t when I was around.

  He slept with it under his pillow at night and kept it on until we went to bed or he took a shower. But it was never more than an arm span away. I even felt it while I leaned against him when we were on the bike.

  I admired his back like I always did.

  He had Roman numeral dates on his shoulder blade, three of them, which I guessed were his kids’ birthdays.