by Lauren Hunt
I led him up the stairs, Dagger following far behind. I looked behind to catch Dagger admiring my ass. He didn't even try to hide it, he just winked and continued watching. We made it to my office and I closed the door behind him. I was reminded of our first encounter and his promise to help me prevent the MC war—all lies.
“You should really decorate this place. Liven it up a little. The jail downstairs is almost better.” Dagger smirked as he sat down.
“I can put you right back if that's what you want,” I replied, teasing him with my keys.
Dagger leaned back and put his feet up on my desk. My eye twitched. “I'm fine right here.” This guy really knew how to get under my skin.
As much as I hated saying it, it needed to be done. “I want to work with you and the Devil's Hellions MC.”
Dagger smiled. “Didn't we already have this conversation?”
I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “And last time you lied to me. But this time I'm willing to do anything to keep the peace, even if that means crossing some lines. We need to trust each other.”
“I'm glad you're finally wising up.”
My blood was beginning to seethe with rage. Seeing him suffer in that urine-soaked jail for a few more hours wasn't a bad way to spend the morning. “So help me out here, how can I prevent more deaths?”
Dagger held me in his gaze, reading my eyes, studying my soul. My heart was beating faster. The way he looked at me was like an animal hunting his prey. “With Garcia gone, The Death Merchants have no order. The Blacks will move in and try to clean up whatever is left. The Devil's Hellions MC is going to sit out until the fighting is over.”
I watched his eyes closely, looking for any tells that would betray his truth. “And I'm just supposed to believe everything you just said?”
Dagger cracked his knuckles and glanced down at my chest. “You mentioned something about trust. You're going to have to make a leap of faith, Sheriff.”
“Okay so if what you said is really happening, how can I stop the Blacks from destroying the Mexicans?”
Dagger grinned and stood up, walking past me, glancing out the window. “You can't, Sheriff. All you'll do is get in the way and innocent cops will die.”
He might be right but I didn't want to just give up. My job was to protect and serve. How was I supposed to let all those people die and do nothing? I stood up and grabbed Dagger's arm. His muscles flexed, breaking my grasp on him. “I need your help, Dagger. Help me prevent more deaths. There has to be a way.”
Dagger faced me and his dark eyes stared deeply into mine. I couldn't look away from his gaze. My heart beat like a hammer in my chest, the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I remembered the kiss from before that had awakened feelings from deep down.
Dagger reached out and took my hand in his. The sudden shock of electricity excited me. Dagger pulled me towards him, and I fell against his chest. His heart was beating as hard as mine. I looked up at him and wished it—kiss me.
I closed my eyes and parted my lips, accepting his firm mouth against mine. Every inch of me lit up with burning fire. His lips moved with mine as our heads swayed side to side. His rough hands were all over me, moving from my back to my hair. He deftly took my ponytail out until my mane of hair was released. I whipped it back and forth as Dagger watched in awe.
“You have the most beautiful hair,” he whispered.
Crimson red flushed my cheeks and I averted eye contact. He kissed me again, harder and more passionately this time. His raging hard-on beneath his pants was pressed against my belly and I needed to let it loose. I fumbled around with his belt buckle that was in the shape of a spider. What was with all the spider imagery? Little too overboard for me.
Dagger unbuttoned my shirt slowly, taking his time to reveal my breasts in a nude-colored bra. I had no idea this was going to happen today otherwise I would have worn something a little sexier. I cringed when I thought about my granny panties he'd soon to discover. Dagger's fingertips ran across my peaks and he ran his index finger down into my cleavage. I leaned my head back and moaned. Dagger's hand wandered around my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to ground and I kicked it to the side. Dagger's eyes widened at the sight of my bare chest.
“You shouldn't hide such a perfect pair of tits under all that business attire. Those are just begging to be sucked.”
“I want your tongue on me, Dagger,” I said with a heavy breath.
Dagger pushed my boobs together, massaging and squeezing them. His thumb and index finger grazed over my nipples and he pinched them hard. I cried out softly from the pain that quickly turned to pleasure. Dagger bent over and planted his face in my tits, his tongue running over every inch of my breasts. He put my nipple in my mouth and sucked on my hard, biting and chewing on me until I screamed out.
I couldn't take anymore. I finally got his belt loose and unsnapped his jeans. I licked my lips as I pulled down his pants. The outline of a giant cock was pinned beneath his boxer briefs. The adrenaline shot through me as I imagined that big spear piercing me.
Dagger used two fingers to unhook my beige work pants and turned me around until I was facing away from him. He slowly bent me over my desk and I wildly swung my arms around, knocking papers and the computer onto the ground. I could always buy a new one. Dagger peeled my pants off along with my white panties, trailing his fingers down the backs of my legs. A shiver was sent up my spine, giving me goosebumps all over my arms.
I knew we shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't help it. My logical self was far off somewhere, solving crimes or something. My animal self was here and now, begging Dagger to fuck me like a savage.
He slapped my ass, shoving me further into my desk. My nipples were a little raw from the sucking and scraped along the wood. I screamed as Dagger slapped me again, sliding a finger against my sex. I could hear him stick his finger in his mouth and taste me. My whole body almost came undone.
“You're so fucking wet, Melissa.”
“Fuck me now, Dagger,” I demanded. My insides were writhing with anticipation. I needed to be filled up before I exploded.
Dagger pulled his briefs down and I snapped my head around to get a glimpse at his pulsing member, but he was already against me, sliding up against my wetness. He kept on his wife-beater and leather cut. He was so damn sexy. I waited, frozen in place, my pulse pounding. Dagger forced all of him inside me, stretching me out to the limit.
“You're so goddamn tight,” he said through gritted teeth, drilling his way deeper and deeper. My mind was lost, blown away by the sexual predatory of Dagger. He clenched both sides of my hips, slamming into me, crashing against me like a wave of sex. My body lurched forward with every thrust, my mouth wide open and moaning.
“Harder,” I murmured, barely able to think straight. Dagger gripped my sides harder, scratching me with his nails. He pounded in and out of me, faster and faster, my ass jutting out to meet him. The pleasure enveloped me. I was so close.
Dagger gathered my hair into a ponytail and pulled my head back. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered.
That was the end for me. I came around Dagger as I shattered into a million pieces. My voice was gone as I screamed. My legs shook violently and I could barely hold myself up. Dagger yelled my name as he found his release. I wanted him to stay in me forever, making me come over and over again.
He pulled out and collapsed on my back, leaving a void that needed to be filled again. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, my hair a mess all over my face.
“I have no fucking idea,” Dagger replied, exasperated. He collapsed on top of my back, pressing me harder against the desk. I could barely breathe but I didn't care. I just had the best sex of my life. The kind of mind-blowing sex that changes you. The kind of sex that you forget everything you ever were or are. The kind that keeps you in the moment and reminds you to live.
Dagger finally stood up and allowed me to breath. I was completely dead and used, not able to m
ove a muscle. Dagger wrestled with his jeans as he put each leg through. “What now?” Dagger asked, wiping off his leather cut.
I brushed the hair out of my face. “I have no fucking idea.” Sounds outside my door bolted me right off the desk. “We need to get out of here right now.” I rushed to put my pants back on while Dagger threw me my bra with a smile. I snapped it behind my back and tried to button-up my shirt as fast as I could.
“Ready?” he asked. I nodded to Dagger to open the door and frantically raked my hair with my fingers while looking in my compact mirror.
Dagger whipped the door open and Officer Moore was standing in the doorway, shocked and a little frightened. Dagger turned back to me and winked before leaving.
Moore stumbled into my office, choking on his words. “These papers need to be signed, Sheriff.”
I swung my chair around and looked out the window. Emily was outside and embraced Dagger. “Just leave them on my desk,” I told Moore. They drove off in a old blue Cadillac.
What the hell did I just do? A woman can be blamed for a moment of weakness but that was more than that. I had crossed a forbidden line—sleeping with the enemy. That was a big mistake and I'd only been Sheriff for a short while. What if the station found out or worse...what if they had cameras in my office. Stupid Melissa White, you're going to get yourself fired. I looked around at the corners of the ceiling and didn't find anything official. I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back into my chair.
That was something special with Dagger but it couldn't happen again. But goddamn it was so fucking sexy and orgasmic. My inner thighs were still trembling. I had my fun but now it was time to get back to work. Time to forget about Dagger.
Chapter Fifteen
Dagger
The car window was rolled down and the air smelled fresh on a summer's day. Emily drove me back to the MC with the radio turned off. What a crazy forty-eight hours. My stint in the cell next to Ronnie had felt like a lifetime ago. A smile stretched across my face as I remembered bending Melissa over, her moaning with every thrust, taking her hard and fast. I finally fucked a police officer—and it was the Sheriff. I felt pretty proud of myself.
The image of her bare ass begging for me flashed across my mind. My cock hardened in my pants and I knew I'd need to jerk off when I got back to the clubhouse. That woman was fucking crazy hot with her big tits and tight pussy. But my rule to never fuck the same girl twice was in effect now. Fuck and forget. Melissa White was old news. Time to find my next conquest.
Emily pulled the barely running Cadillac into the parking lot of the clubhouse. Emily put her hand on my arm before I stepped out of the car. “I know this is none of my business but I think that Sheriff has a target on your back. You need to be careful how close you get.”
How could she know? She probably didn't, Emily was always looking out for us. Pain was a complete idiot for losing her. “Don't worry, I can handle her.” I said it with confidence but I wasn't even sure myself.
Everyone cheered as Emily and I walked in. I didn't know what the big deal was? I was only gone for two days in a shitty jail. It definitely wasn't prison. The entire MC was there and more. Jimi Hendrix's “Along the Watchtower” was playing through the speakers. A long banner hung across the room that said: Welcome Back. Probably Emily's doing. Big Mike picked me off the ground and swung me around like a rag doll. Slade slapped me on the back and handed me a cold beer.
Breaker embraced me. “Good to have you fucking back, Prez.”
“Glad to be out of that piss-stained cell.”
“Go relax then. We have a couple pieces of ass upstairs waiting for you.” Breaker elbowed me in the side.
My cock burrowing deep into Melissa White was drilled into my head. Why couldn't I get that bitch out of my skull? Maybe fucking something new would reboot my system? “I'll get to the girls but first, you need to bring me up-to-date.”
Breaker and I walked into the meeting room and closed the door which only blocked a portion of the loud party. I sat down at the head of the table and Breaker sat to my right. “Tell me everything I missed.”
“I didn't want to worry you while you were in jail but things aren't going too well. One of our supply houses were hit. One prospect was shot in the leg and another had his hand cut off.”
“Holy fuck. You should have come down to the jail and told me about this. Who were the bastards that did it?” My plan was falling apart right before my eyes. Being the President wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
Breaker grit his teeth. “It was the Mexicans.”
I slammed my fist onto the table and restrained myself. “Aren't the Blacks taking care of them?”
“They're trying but they just don't have the manpower. The Death Merchants have enough guys to fend off the Blacks and come after us.”
“Fuck. We need to beef up security at our other supply houses.”
“Already done, Boss. But the Mexicans are fucking vengeful pricks.”
“Well I knew they weren't going to be happy with us killing their leader but I thought the Blacks would take them out or distract them long enough for them to forget about us.”
Breaker folded his hands. “So what's are next move?”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “I'm not sure, Breaker. This isn't working out as I planned it. Maybe we need to get the Sheriff involved.”
“You mean the fucking whore who locked you up in jail?”
My hand flexed into a fist and I had to stop myself from popping Breaker in the jaw. “We give her some solid info about The Death Merchants and put the heat on them. They won't be able to wage war with two MC's and the cops at the same time.”
Breaker cocked his head to the side. “You really think this Sheriff can be trusted? Isn't she still trying to pin the murder of Garcia on you?”
“The Sheriff has nothing on me. She only wants to prevent more killings. If we have the cops and the Blacks on our side, the Mexicans will have to leave us alone.”
Breaker looked uneasy. “Sounds like a messy plan, Prez, but I don't have anything better.”
“I'll talk with the Sheriff tomorrow. Convince her that we're the better of two evils.” The thought of seeing Melissa again made my heart jump. How could she affect me like this? Something must really be fucking wrong with me.
I left Breaker in the meeting room and walked through the crowd of people welcoming me back. I went to the guest room upstairs and opened the door to find two naked blondes laying on the bed. Their legs were entangled with each others and they were making out. I watched for a moment as they felt up their big fake tits. My dick was screaming at me to fuck these sluts and cover them with come. Get all that pent-up frustration out.
But I didn't have time for fucking. I had to figure out a new plan to take down the Mexicans with the help of the Sheriff. No matter how much my cock wanted to pound that pussy, there were bigger things to deal with.
“Time to go girls,” I announced, pulling out my Glock and setting it down on the dresser.
The chicks made a sad moan and got up and left. I watched their asses jiggle as they pranced out of the room. I lay on the bed and the perfume from the whores was still fresh on the pillow. My cock was so hard it hurt. Why didn't I just take those chicks? I unzipped my jeans and released my throbbing prisoner. I closed my eyes and stroked my shaft, my thoughts quickly turning to my morning with Melissa. Her nude body bent over the desk, the tightness of her wet pussy as I forced my way inside her...
Chapter Sixteen
Melissa
How could anyone concentrate at work right after having sex? My mind constantly wandered back to my breasts pressed against the desk and Dagger slamming into me. I was so wet the entire day that it made it uncomfortable to hold a conversation. I felt like they knew when they made eye contact with me. Like there really was security camera footage of us and everyone had already seen it. I could see the local newspaper headline already: Sheriff Gets Rammed by Outlaw. I ended up leaving an hour e
arly and going home. I couldn't take anymore.
Belle greeted me at the door, purring and rubbing against my leg. “Well hello to you too, kitty. Are you hungry?” Belle strutted over to the kitchen, leading me to cupboard with her cans of wet food. I opened it up and only had one can left. I'd have to swing by the pet store the next morning and pick up another batch.
Belle wouldn't stop sniffing my legs. Her wet nose was cold against my bare skin. She could smell Dagger on me. “Do you like that smell, Belle? Well don't get used to it because he won't be around any longer.” I didn't know if I was saying that aloud to remind that cat or myself. Did I want him to come around? But it could never work out between us. The Sheriff should be fired for dating a criminal—not just any criminal, the leader of a Motorcycle Club. The town would kick me out in a heartbeat.
