Saving the Preacher's Daughter (Dogs of Fire: Savannah Chapter #1)

by Piper Davenport

  “Love you, Willow.”

  “Love you too, honey.”

  “Wanna marry you.”

  “Not really fair to be saying that right now, Dash.”

  I couldn’t believe he said this while he was buried inside of me.

  His hand slid to my breast and he rolled my nipple between his fingers. “Don’t care, baby.”

  I smiled. “I can tell.”

  “I’ll ask you the right way, but just givin’ you notice, it’s gonna happen.”

  I squeezed him tighter with my legs, drawing him deeper inside of me. “Okay.”

  He made love to me with a surprising gentleness, considering we were in a shower and there wasn’t a whole lot of room. As we cleaned up and then toweled off, I was feeling a whole lot better.

  “You good?” he asked, pulling on jeans.

  “Really good.” I sighed. “Thanks for letting me freak out.”

  “You can freak out anytime, Willow.” He kissed me gently. “Especially considerin’ you’re fuckin’ cute when you’re havin’ a total breakdown.”

  I dragged my clothes on and brushed out my hair. “Super glad I could entertain you.”

  He grinned, kissing me again. “Love you, baby.”

  “Love you, too.”

  “Come on. Let’s go find some breakfast.”

  I nodded and followed him downstairs.

  * * *

  A few hours later, the pig was on the spit and people were starting to arrive. The club get-together tonight included friends and family, so Jasmine, Parker, and Levi had all been invited. I was both excited and a little nervous to see how my two worlds would collide... but mostly excited.

  I helped a few of the club women with food while Dash went to do whatever badass bikers did. Jasmine and Parker arrived an hour into the party and they both looked adorable. They were dressed very “biker chic,” and no surprise, several of the men watched them a little obsessively.

  “Oh my gosh, guys, you look great,” I said, and hugged them.

  “There are some hot pieces of ass here,” Jasmine said looking around.

  I shook my head and laughed. “You’re insane.”

  “Well, she’s right,” Parker said. “I might not have put it quite that way, but she’s not wrong.”

  “Where’s Dash?” Jasmine asked.

  I looked around, but couldn’t see him. “I don’t know.”

  Arms wrapped around me from behind and Dash said, “Right here, baby.”

  I giggled and craned my head to kiss him quickly. “Sneak.”

  Dash released me to hug my friends and then we introduced them to a few key people, including Gator and Doc.

  Levi arrived a few minutes later, then the rest of the night was spent getting to know the men, women, and kids of the club. I fell in love with pretty much everyone in the room and found myself never wanting to leave.

  After dinner, we sat at a picnic table, Dash on the table, me on the bench between his legs. He leaned down and kissed my temple and I craned my neck to smile up at him.

  “You want a beer?”

  I shook my head. “Water?”

  “Sure, babe, I’ll grab you one.”

  “Thanks.”

  He maneuvered around me and jumped down, heading off to the cooler with the drinks. Jasmine scooted closer to me and slipped her hand in the crook of my arm. “I really like him.”

  I grinned. “I really like him, too.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I love him, actually.”

  Jasmine settled her head on my shoulder. “I’m really glad, honey. I hate Brad.”

  I giggled. “I know you do.”

  “Oh, no, I hid my level of disgust for the man.”

  “Newsflash: No, you didn’t,” I countered.

  She sighed. “Well, I tried.”

  I raised an eyebrow in challenge.

  “What? I did! Do you know how many times I wanted to kick him in the nuts and I didn’t?” she asked. “I should get some sort of award.”

  “I will buy you a leg lamp.”

  She grinned. “I know exactly where I can put it.”

  “You’re ridiculous,” I breathed out. “But I love you more than life itself.”

  Jasmine sat up and turned toward a couple by another one of the burn barrels. “Parker’s getting cozy.”

  “I see that.”

  “Do you know the guy?”

  “No. I’ll have to ask Dash about him.” I faced her. “What about you?”

  “No one I’m digging just yet, but I hope I’ll be allowed to come again and check out any prospects I might find.”

  “You’re always welcome here, Jazz,” Dash said, handing me a bottled water.

  She grinned. “I like you more and more every day.”

  “Ditto, babe.”

  “Okay, gotta save Parker and then pee,” she said as she stood.

  “Don’t think your girl needs savin’,” Dash said.

  “I’m just gonna make sure.”

  Dash chuckled. “Knock yourself out.”

  Jasmine walked away and Dash set our drinks on the table and pulled me up.

  “What are you...?”

  He turned us so our backs were to the group and pulled something out of his pocket.

  “Oh, my word, are those my undies?” I whispered.

  “Yep.” He grinned and dropped them in the barrel. “Was waitin’ until we were alone.”

  “Have you had those in your pocket this entire time?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, that’s kind of disgusting.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed. “But it also makes you the sweetest man on the planet.”

  He chuckled, pulling me close. “Don’t tell anyone, you’ll ruin my reputation.”

  “Your secret’s safe with me.” I leaned up and kissed him quickly. “Thanks, honey.”

  “You bet.”

  He led me back to the table and we resumed our earlier position and I loved being kind of enclosed in the protectiveness of his body.

  “Who’s the guy totally into Parker?” I asked.

  “Alamo.”

  “What kind of name is Alamo?”

  “He’s from Texas.”

  I looked up at him. “But no one survived the Alamo.”

  He grinned. “Yeah, that’s why his name’s ironic. He’s never lost a fight.”

  “Hmm,” I mused as I watched Parker avert her eyes. I could tell she thought he was good-looking, but she was always so tight-lipped about her emotions and knew I wouldn’t get any information out of her until I beat it out of her... face-to-face.

  “He’s a good guy, baby. Been around a little longer than me and has a past, but he won’t hurt her.”

  “What kind of past?”

  “Not my story to tell.”

  I craned my head to meet his eyes. “A violent past?”

  “Babe.”

  “Surely, you can give me something, Dash. She’s my best friend, if she’s getting hit on by some psychopath, I should know about it.”

  He chuckled. “He’s not a psychopath. Far from it.”

  “How far from it.”

  He kissed me gently. “Not. My. Story.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Well, that’s dumb.”

  “You’re welcome to ask him.”

  I gasped. “I would never do that.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t know him and it would be rude.”

  “Okay, then,” Dash murmured. “Want me to introduce you? Then you’ll know him... kind of.”

  “Um, sure.” I rose to my feet, turning to face him. “But first I want to make out a little.”

  He grinned, pulling me close. “I wanna do more than make out.”

  “Me too,” I admitted. “But you’ll just have to make up for it tonight.”

  “I can do that.”

  He kissed me like I was the most precious thing on earth and then we got interrupted, so we used that distraction to m
eet a few more people.

  Dash’s friends were some of the most genuine people I’d ever met and I was liking them better than most of the people I’d known for a lifetime.

  I said as much when Dash and I headed to bed just before two.

  “You’re amazin’, baby, you know that?”

  I switched off the bathroom light and joined him in the bedroom. “What do you mean?”

  He was sitting on the edge of the bed, so I stepped between his legs. He grinned up at me. “You’ve been raised to believe a certain way, embraced your beliefs whole-heartedly, but when you found out something that was counter to what you were led to believe, you made up your own mind without judgement.”

  I smiled, stroking his cheeks. “I kind of hold to the part in the Bible where we shouldn’t judge.”

  “But a lot don’t.” He slid his hands up my hips. “Just think you’re amazing, is all.”

  I grinned, leaning down to kiss him. “Well, you’ve kind of shown me a very different side than what I was led to believe, so that’s partly you too, you know.”

  “Maybe it’s the magic of us.”

  I giggled. “You are so romantic, honey.”

  “Yeah, you kind of make me that way too.”

  I kissed him and found myself flipped on my back and his mouth moving down my body. He unclasped my bra and tugged it down my arms and I slid my hands into his hair as he drew a nipple into his mouth and bit down gently.

  I arched against him as he continued to shower attention on my breasts while sliding a hand under the waistband of my panties and between my legs. His finger slid through the wetness and then slipped inside of me. I groaned and pushed against him again as he slid another inside. His thumb found my clit and I moaned. I could feel my orgasm building, but before it washed over me, he removed his hand, and stood.

  “Where are you going?”

  He pushed his jeans from his hips and I grinned. Good Lord, he was pretty. After he slid my panties from my hips, he slid on a condom and rose up above me, settling his hips between mine and guiding himself inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him and arched up.

  “Fuck, baby.” He slid out of me and then back in slowly. “God, you feel so good.”

  “More, honey.”

  He covered my mouth with his and thrust deep inside of me.

  “Yes,” I whispered against his lips.

  His tongue slid into my mouth as his cock surged deeper and deeper, faster and faster. I broke the kiss and moaned. “Dash!” I called out.

  I felt my orgasm build and relished the feeling, but when his hand slid between us and his finger found my clit, it was over and I exploded around him. I screamed out his name as I gripped his biceps and tried to catch my breath.

  Within seconds, I felt Dash pulsate inside of me and he kissed my neck as he rolled us onto our sides. “I’ll make that last a little longer next time.”

  “I can see why women choose to fall.”

  He laughed, kissing my chin. “God, I love you, Willow.”

  “Love you too.” I looped my arms around his neck and wove my fingers in his hair. “I hope you have a lot of condoms.”

  He met my eyes. “Yeah, baby. I have enough.” He smiled and kissed me before sliding out of me and heading to the bathroom. “I’m getting tested next week.”

  I leaned up on my forearms. “For?”

  He returned and stood at the edge of the bed wrapping his hands around my thighs. “For everything. You on the pill?”

  “No. Wait, tested? Why would you need to be tested? Did you have a scare?”

  “No. I’m always gloved, baby. But I figured if we want to have fun ungloved, you’d want to know I’m clean.”

  “Gosh, I didn’t even think about that.” I sighed. “I’m venturing into territory here that I have no experience in.”

  “I’ll be your tour guide, baby, don’t worry.”

  He pulled my body down the bed, causing me to fall onto my back again, and sliding my legs over his shoulders. “You should get on the pill though.”

  “Um, okay. I might need to find a different doctor. Mine goes to my church and I’m not really ready to open that can yet.”

  “You can come with me to the clinic. They can do it all there.”

  I nodded. “Okay, that would be good.”

  I shifted as his mouth kissed his way down the inside of my left thigh. “Don’t move.”

  I took a deep breath and bit my lip, dropping my head back to the mattress. He lowered his mouth to my clit and sucked until I couldn’t help myself from bucking my hips. He gripped my thighs tighter and lowered my bottom to the bed, spreading my knees. I whimpered as he sucked harder, slipping a finger inside of me. I slid my hand into his hair and arched against his mouth.

  Without warning, he stood, pulling me further down the bed, and slammed into me. I cried out and arched again.

  “Too much, baby?” he asked.

  I shook my head, arching into him again. “No. I want more.”

  He grasped my thighs again, holding them against his hips and lifting me slightly as he surged into me. I fisted my hands in the comforter, somewhat unable to do much else because Dash held me tight to his body. He thrust into me again and again and I cried out as I came around him. He followed soon after and then held me for a few minutes before getting rid of the condom.

  I let my body fall to the mattress, my legs nothing but jelly, and smiled as he returned to the bed. “Oh, my word.”

  He laughed and stretched out beside me, pulling me into his arms. “You like that?”

  I nuzzled his neck and sighed. “I can honestly say, I never thought sex would be like this. You’ve transported me to a completely different level.”

  “I aim to please.”

  “You do. All the time.”

  He chuckled. “Good to know.”

  * * *

  Two days later, Dash surprised me with a trip into Savannah (well, just outside of Savannah) to take care of our personal business and then we headed to Tybee Island for two days of just us. He had Jazz pack for me, so I had no idea what I’d find until we got to the hotel. Knowing my best friend, I was anticipating crotchless panties, a bikini, and not much more.

  We checked into a hotel right on the beach and headed up to our room overlooking the water. Dash had reserved a large room with a king-sized bed and I walked to the sliding glass door and opened it, taking in the view of the beach from our little balcony.

  He wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my temple. “Beach, pool, or bed?”

  I giggled. “Food. I need food.”

  “Order in or go out?”

  “Out.”

  He grinned. “Let’s go explore.”

  We left the room and walked the beach for a bit, then found a kitschy crab place where we stuffed ourselves, before heading back to the room.

  “I can’t move,” I said, flopping onto the bed. “I ate too much.”

  Dash stretched out beside me. “That’s because you ate twice as much as I did.”

  “Hush.”

  “Are you disagreeing with me?”

  “No, but you should never discuss the amount a lady eats.”

  He chuckled. “Forgive me, my lady.”

  “We forgive you,” I said, using the queenly “we.” I grinned. “Feel like a swim?”

  “How about a hot tub?”

  “I can get behind that... if Jazz packed my swimsuit.”

  “I told her to,” he said, as he slid off the bed and dropped my suitcase onto it. “I also told her to pack a little black dress and those boots of yours I love.”

  I sat up and raised an eyebrow. “She knew which boots to pack? I own more than a few.”

  He grinned, pulling out the boots in question. “She sure did.”

  I clapped my hands. “Well done, Jasmine.”

  I joined him at my bag and pulled out everything Jasmine had packed. Of course, she picked the bikini I’d never worn (partly because it was a little too s
mall and a little too revealing), but it was all I had, so I had no choice but to go with it. I grabbed a T-shirt out of the bag to wear over it, so at least I had some semblance of modesty.

  Dash, however, tugged it from my hands.

  “Hey,” I snapped. “Give that back.”

  “Huh-uh, I wanna see you in that first.”

  “I have no problem with you seeing me in it,” I said. “But it’s really revealing.”

  “Put it on.”

  I rolled my eyes and stripped before shimmying the bikini on. Dash growled, lifting me onto the bed and hovering over me. “Dash!”

  “Yeah, you’re gonna wear the T-shirt,” he said, pushing the top up over my breasts. “But first...”

  I sighed as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down gently. The bikini bottoms tied on the sides, so he tugged them loose and the material fell away. He didn’t waste any time moving to my core where his tongue slid inside of me, then he moved to my clit.

  “Dash,” I rasped.

  Dropping his jeans to the floor, he kicked them away, ripped open a condom packet and put it on faster than he ever had, then pushed into me. I arched to get closer with a whimper.

  “Beautiful, baby. So fuckin’ beautiful.”

  I linked my fingers with his and kissed his neck. “I love you, honey.”

  “Love you more, Willow.”

  He slammed into me and my orgasm hit a little too fast for my liking, but he made me come once more before letting himself go. He kissed me gently before sliding out of me and heading to the bathroom. “Can’t wait to get rid of these fuckin’ condoms.”

  I giggled. “Is it much better without it?”

  He returned with a washcloth and cleaned me up. “Never done it ungloved, but I’ve heard it’s a million times better.”

  “Pretty sure if it gets any better, I’ll combust.”

  Dash chuckled. “You’re good for my ego.”

  I shrugged. “I’m just pointing out the things you do right... if you stop doing that, we’ll have a different conversation.”

  He grinned, leaning down to kiss me again. “Fair enough.”

  “I’m really going to need that hot tub now. I think you killed my vagina.”

  Dash dropped his head back and laughed. “I haven’t even begun to kill your vagina.”

  I giggled. “Bring it.”

  We redressed and headed down to the pool.