Blindsided (Bound For Hell MC Series Book 3)

by Needa Warrant

  The nurse came for the baby and Hunter had to leave while they cleaned Kima up.

  Hunter needed to sit down and think. It was just like Kima to name the baby after him and he was very pleased. He wondered if he should tell Kima what was going on with him. He knew she couldn’t keep secrets like his very well, though. Damn, he was tired and he hadn’t given birth. He leaned back in the chair waiting for Veiko and nodded out.

  Chapter Eight

  Once Darko got Dusty into the house, she headed for the shower. He made her a drink—a Brave Bull which was her favorite tequila and Kahlua before he sat down to wait for her. When Dusty came out to the living room, she was dressed in silky red boxer-like shorts and a sexy black top. They looked at each other somewhat shyly and Darko handed her the drink he made. After taking a sip, she sat next to him on the couch. Right away Darko noticed the Band-Aid on her right leg. It clicked in his mind Dusty always had a garter over that area. Never once, had he seen her dance without a garter and she had quite a collection of them. Now he was wondering what was going on with the Band-Aid. He pulled her on to his lap so he could look into her chocolate brown eyes.

  “Darlin, you want to explain that Band-Aid?” His eyes stayed on hers.

  Dusty looked down at her leg and stretched it out. She slowly removed the Band- Aid and stared at Darko. As they looked into each other’s eyes, she sighed a bit.

  “You can look now. I hate seeing it so I try not to look and I hide it as much as I can.”

  Darko looked at the scar on her leg and felt sick. It was an ugly puckered scar. It was about an inch and a half long. It looked like a stab wound and it hadn’t healed well. What motherfucker had done this to her and why?

  He looked at her with the question in his eyes; however he knew he wasn’t going to get any answers.

  Dusty pushed herself off Darko’s lap and reached for her drink. He sat there just staring off into space. Finally, he got up and went into the bedroom coming out with the square-hinged tin that held his drugs. Inside of it was a slab of marble and he was silent as he cut the coke up with a razor blade. When he was satisfied he had four fat lines, he handed Dusty a straw and held the marble slab for her. She didn’t have any problem snorting up the lines into both nostrils. She held the marble slab for him as he did his lines. The blast of the coke felt damn good after seeing that scar. They both lay back on the couch and Dusty climbed back on his lap. Looking into to his eyes, she gave him a sexy smile.

  “So where are we going with this, Darko? We’ve become more than roommates, wouldn’t you say?” She licked her lips, her pointed pink tongue moistening her pouty full lips.

  “I don’t share well, darlin'. So be very careful where you want this to go. If you want in my bed, you don’t fuck any other man but me. I’ll take care of all your needs and I’ll expect the same from you. When you feel comfortable enough, we talk about your past—get me?”

  “Yeah…I get you, but I’ve got some rules, too. You don’t fuck around on me and you get rid of that black haired bitch who eyes you up like you belong to her. We fuck and it’s as good as I expect it to be, you’re all mine.” Her eyes stayed glued to his and she could feel him getting hard under her ass.

  Darko looked confused. “What black haired bitch? Do you mean Beth, the bitchy one? I’ll get rid of her as soon as I can replace her.” He stroked her cheek gently, moving her hair back from her face. He could lose himself in her long brown hair.

  Dusty smiled wickedly at him. “That’s the one who says she gives you head in your office. If we’re fucking, she goes or I go. I will not share you—that isn’t an option if you want me. You need to understand that I don’t share nor do I play well with others, Darko. I do need a favor from you, though. I know you flagged Bound for Hell for me, but I need you to let them back in the bar. Hyway isn’t a threat to me anymore. Actually, I need to call my sister and tell her he’s out of jail later tonight. Hyway and I talked today and I was wrong about him. Will you do that for me?”

  She wiggled off his lap and stood before him, her hair a dark cloud falling down to her hips. He watched as she pulled her top off. Her breasts sprang free and he looked at the rose on her right tit. It was perfect and it suited her well. She quirked an eyebrow waiting for his answer as her hands began to lower her shorts.

  “So you straightened things out with Hyway? I don’t need any shit happening in Dirty Deeds, but Bound for Hell spent a lot of money there. Yeah, I’ll let ‘em know they can come back to the bar.”

  He watched her as she peeled the shorts away from her legs and let them puddle to her feet. She stepped over them and began to walk to the bedroom. Her ass bounced and swayed and Darko was getting harder by the moment. Grabbing the tin of drugs, he followed her. He was going to make sure Dusty became blown away from fucking him and any nightmares from her past were laid to rest. Or he’d at least try to make them go away.

  Dusty was lying on the bed completely at ease watching him as she played with her hair. She looked so innocent yet there was a touch of a minx about her.

  Slowly Darko removed his shirt and sat on the bed to remove his boots.

  “You wanna help me pull these off, darlin? I wouldn’t mind seeing your naked ass backward pulling my boots off and helping me undress.”

  Dusty got up and straddled each leg pulling his boots off and carefully placing them by the door. As she turned, Darko was unzipping his pants. She licked her lips, watching his jeans fall to the floor and noticed he wore no underwear. Hell, most bikers never did. His large cock was hard and ready for her. She lay back on the bed wondering what he planned next.

  Darko smiled slightly as he opened the tin and broke off a piece of coke. He had some surprises in store for her.

  “Open up your legs for me,” He knelt between her legs and looked at her shaved pussy. Parting her folds with one hand, he found her clit easily. She moaned softly as he stroked and rubbed the coke on her clit. Her body shook as he thrust a finger into her and she arched upward. Darko leaned down and kissed her, his tongue pushing against hers. She reached down to his cock and used a fingernail to trace a line from the head of his cock to his balls. Her breasts were pushing against his chest and her nipples were hard as diamonds. Her moans were turning him on and Darko felt the pre-cum dripping from his cock.

  “You wanna suck it, darlin? I’ll put some coke on it for you.” He was almost groaning thinking of those pouty lips going up and down his hard shaft.

  “Get the coke and I’ll make you feel real good. You can rub some on my nipples after you suck on them.” Dusty purred at him.

  Darko got up to chop up some coke and put the marble slab on the night table. Dusty was watching him as she played with her tingling clit. He loved a woman who wasn’t shy in bed. This was becoming very interesting and he wanted to see what she had in mind.

  “Knock yourself out. I’ve got plenty more coke if you run out.”

  Dusty moved over him, her nipples brushing across his lips as she reached a finger into the pile he had made. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting it slightly. She quivered and pushed her breast into his face. Once her nipple was as hard as he wanted it to be, he switched to her other breast. Dusty gasped as she felt him bite her. He soothed the pain by sucking harder and she stayed perfectly still. Finally, he released her and she knelt between his legs. She moved her mouth over his cock, her tongue circling around the slit of his cock. As soon as she made it moist, she trailed her coke-covered finger around it. Dusty lightly pushed some of the coke into his cock slit. Darko sucked in his breath as he felt the tingle. Her mouth sucked down his cock while her hand grabbed his balls lightly. He watched her head moving up and down over him and tangled his fingers in her hair. Finally, she took him out of her mouth and ran her fingers underneath his cock. She looked up at him, “I thought you were rubbing coke on my nipples?”

  Dusty moved over his body as he stuck a finger into the pile of coke and coated each nipple. He rubbed them and twisted each nipple
a bit hard.

  “Sit on my cock. I wanna feel you take it all, darlin. Ride my cock as hard as you can.”

  Dusty held his cock tightly as she lowered herself on to it. As soon as the head was inside, she moved her hand away. Darko thrust upward and he was inside her pussy fully. She sat still for a few seconds, getting used to his huge cock. She wiggled a bit making sure she was wet enough for a wild ride, her tits bouncing up and down. Her ass was hitting his balls as she rode him and Darko grabbed her hips to help her stay steady. Her hair was all over both of them and he glanced at her through half-hooded eyes. It was time to fuck her memories away. Darko flipped her over—cock never leaving her body—and thrust in and out of her tight pussy. Their bodies were slick with sweat as they kissed each other hungrily. Her pussy was gripping his cock and he knew she was ready to cum. He felt her quivering as he gave one final deep thrust and blasted inside of her. He felt a sharp bite to his neck.

  “I leave bite marks. Get used to it, Darko.” She lay with her head on his shoulder. Her giggle was soft and contented.

  Darko laid there thinking. He could get used to her bites if she would stay with him. He hadn’t been so satisfied in a long time. Yeah, he’d be keeping her as long as he could. He knew she was a runner—he’d heard all of the stories about her, but he was counting on being able to get her to stay with him. Dusty’s running days were going to be over if he had a say in the matter. She knew the club life and he wanted an ol’ lady who knew how to deal with his lifestyle, Dusty would be perfect. He liked how she handled herself and had taken his back. She didn’t seem to have much love for Bound for Hell MC either which fit perfectly into his plans. Maybe her sister would be a help to him. He wondered about the relationship Angie had with Hyway. From the little he knew, Dusty protected Angie from somebody and loved her sister very much. He admired that and it made him more determined to make her his ol’ lady.

  Chapter Nine

  Veiko had his father drop him off at the entrance to the hospital, stopping only to find out Kima’s room number. Going up to the second floor in the elevator he wondered how mad she would be that he missed their baby being born. He noticed Hunter asleep in the waiting room and nudged him awake with a kick to the chair.

  “Hunter, did she have the baby? Thanks bro, I never expected to get locked up or that Kima would deliver early.”

  Opening his eyes slowly Hunter squinted at Veiko. “I’d get my ass in there to talk to Kima, boy. You’re never around when my girl needs you. Better figure that shit out, Veiko. It was lucky I came into the house and heard the phone. Stop fucking staring at me and go see Kima, you fool!”

  Kima was sleeping when he walked into the room, but she always seemed to sense him. Her eyes opened and she smiled at him and he felt the love they had for each other clearly.

  “Babe, are you okay? I know I should’ve been here but the cops got us and had us for hours. I’m so sorry, Kima. I can’t believe I missed our baby being born. Where is he?” V’s voice overflowed with regret and sorrow.

  “Oh, he must be in the nursery by now. I wasn’t in labor very long. I’m sorry you weren’t here, too. Why don’t you go down there to see him?” Kima smirked slightly at him.

  Veiko leaned over and kissed her lips before heading out the door. He thought it odd that Kima was laughing softly behind him. He saw his brother and father getting off the elevator and motioned them to follow him to the nursery.

  “I’ve got a son. I knew it would be a boy and I missed seeing him born, thanks to those fucking pigs.” Veiko was scowling.

  His dad shot him a look and muttered “Language, we’re in a hospital, son. You don’t need to disturb the normal people.”

  Thrash raised his eyebrows. “Kima read you the riot act yet? Bet you’ll never hear the end of missing you first son being born.”

  They arrived at the glass windows of the nursery and the three of them began to search for baby boy Finn. Looking at all the blue caps on the babies none of them saw the last name Finn on the bassinets. Hunter walked over to join them.

  “She’s a beauty, Veiko—congratulations. She’s right over here. I don’t know why you’re looking at the boys.” Hunter shot him a puzzled look and began to laugh. “Kima didn’t tell you she had a girl? Seven pounds, eight-ounces! She named her Josette Hunter Finn, Hunter after me!” Hunter was clearly proud of the baby’s name.

  Thrash busted out laughing at his brother’s face. “She let you believe you had a son? No wonder Kima wasn’t yelling at you, asshole. She got you good.”

  Veiko didn’t bother answering. His eyes were on his daughter, Josette Hunter Finn. The nurse picked her up and brought her closer to the glass. Love flowed through V toward his daughter. She was beautiful and perfect in every way. Her tiny mouth opened and she yawned before the nurse put her back in the bassinet. He looked at his dad who was wiping a tear from his eye. Thrash was even quietly gazing on his niece. Finally, Veiko turned away and headed back to Kima.

  “Hey, Hunter? Can you call her parents and Thrash, you call the club? I’ve got a daughter!”

  V headed back to Kima’s room and found her grinning at him. She always said they would have a girl because her mom had Shelly first.

  “She’s beautiful, Kima—just like her mother…but Hunter for a middle name? It seems kinda odd. Hunter isn’t a girl’s name.”

  “Oh—no you don’t, Veiko Finn! Her middle name is Hunter. You weren’t here and Hunter was… So unless you never want to hear the end of it, you’ll leave her name alone. It means a lot to Hunter and to me so get over it. We’ll be calling her Josie anyway and if you move out of the way and wash your hands, the nurse is bringing her in so you can hold her.” Kima reached for her baby as Veiko went to wash up.

  Once in a chair he finally held the newest member of the Finn family. Looking down at his daughter, Veiko wondered how he’d deal with the boys in later years, but wisely kept silent. He stroked her soft skin and found it hard to believe the two of them had created such a beautiful baby. Her tiny lips looked like a miniature rosebud and she had wisps of blonde hair. Her fingers curled around his pinky and he couldn’t take his eyes off of his daughter. He looked Kima and the love flowed all around the circle of the three that they now made.

  “Babe, thank you for the best gift you could ever give me. I’m so very sorry I wasn’t here, but I swear I’ll be here for the next baby.”

  Kima’s eyebrows rose up, “You’re planning the next baby already, Veiko? I hope you plan to change diapers and help me. Josie is your baby, too, you know. I believe in dad’s being hands on.”

  Veiko didn’t answer because his dad and Thrash came into the room. Diapers weren’t something he planned to be doing—at least not the shitty ones. He wondered if Nailz had to change diapers…he’d be asking him.

  Chapter Ten

  Jersey arrived to pick up Joy at closing time and sat on his bike brooding that he couldn’t go inside Dirty Deeds. Finally, she came out and he got up to meet her. He leaned in to kiss her deeply and she was enjoying it until he broke it off. She handed him her bag with her costumes and he secured it to the sissy bar.

  “Kima had her baby. Veiko was locked up and missed it, but Hunter was there. She named the baby, Josette Hunter. V says she’ll be called Josie.” Jersey had a huge grin on his face.

  “Oh, my God! He missed her having Josie? Kima must be mad as hell at him!” Joy didn’t understand Jerz’s grin.

  “He said she’s fine with it. The baby came suddenly—nobody was around but Hunter and she took it well since V was in jail. Some fucking neighbor called the cops because they were moving his sister Kat’s stuff over to Elena’s house. Found out they put his mother in the loony bin, too. That old bat should have been in one long ago, if you ask me. Now V and Thrash are gonna get even with the neighbor which should be fun.”

  “Aren’t you just full of information tonight, Jerz? Why is their sister moving in with Elena?” Joy was curious and wanted answers.

 
; “The old bat has been drinking and fighting with Kat and Thrash can’t have her living with him. So since we all know Elena is alone and needs the money it makes sense. Kat is nice, a sweet looking blonde and I doubt Thrash or V want the bros looking at her. She might catch Thorn’s attention though and Tears will be upset. Damn, I didn’t think of that. You think Tears has a thing for Thorn don’t you?”

  “Jersey, I don’t think it, I know it and she better be as tough as Tears because our girl is not going to let this Kat anywhere near him. Kat had better know her place too. Are we going to stand here all night? I thought you wanted a private dance?” Joy quickly braided her hair and took the denim jacket Jersey held out for her. She smiled inwardly as she saw the property of Jersey patch on the back.

  “Blondie, let’s go, climb on behind me so I can get my dance. I stayed sober, too.” The bike was rumbling as Joy got herself comfortable on the king and queen seat behind her old man. She put her helmet on and wrapped her arms around him.

  It was a perfect night for a ride and she loved smelling the fresh cut grass and the honeysuckle as they sped past farms. Few were on the road and they arrived back at the farm rather quickly. No lights were on at Elena’s and it was quiet except for the occasional sounds the horses made because the sound of the motorcycle disturbed them.

  Jersey pulled the bike up to the porch and secured it with a chain and a lock. Joy had unlocked the door and had gone inside. It was a hot night and the full moon shined brightly. He got an idea. They had a picnic table and a spotlight. He could adjust the spotlight so it hit the picnic table perfectly for Joy’s dance for him.

  Joy was inside making a pitcher of Red Death and wondering what the hell Jerz was doing outside for so long. All night she had been thinking of her dance for him. It was going to be a strip tease and she couldn’t wait to see his face.