Stolen Love

by Lauren Hunt

  “Oh my god...Dagger, I'm going to come.”

  I focused all my energy on bringing her to climax. I was so close but I wanted more—needed more. Melissa whimpered as she came all around me. Her body spasmed, quivering from the intense orgasm. She calmed down as I pumped one more time. Now it was my turn.

  “Face me,” I ordered her. Melissa complied and turned around. She was breathing heavily, her mouth parted slightly, her tongue dancing on her lips. Those bright eyes showed the passion in her veins. I kissed her and lifted her into my arms. She weighed practically nothing. I pinned her against the shower wall and Melissa wrapped her legs around my back. I slowly lowered her down onto my aching cock.

  Melissa rocked her hips back and forth while I pushed in and out. She was so incredibly wet as I slid right into her. Melissa grabbed my head and brought it down on her soft tits. I licked her all over, sucking on her hard nipples.

  I forced myself even deeper. “Come with me, baby.”

  Melissa shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip. The pleasure reached its peak and I finally hit my release, exploding inside her. Melissa screamed my name over and over again as she cracked and fell apart around me. I pounded into her until my cum stopped flowing.

  I gently lifted her off me and set her down on. Melissa instantly collapsed onto the shower floor. “That was a nice surprise,” she said, wiping the water from her face.

  I joined her down on the ground. “I couldn't help myself.”

  Melissa's eyes burst open. “Fuck! I have to get to work.” She jumped out of the shower and I stayed in, washing my body and hair.

  I wrapped a towel around me and got out to see Melissa already dressed in her Sheriff uniform. She was hunched over, blow-drying her hair and all I could do was just sit and stare. She turned off the hair dryer. “What are you thinking?”

  I snapped out of my day dream. “Just trying to stop myself from ripping that uniform right off and fucking you senseless against the bathroom counter.”

  Melissa put her hands up in defense. “Down, boy. I can't take anymore. My legs are so sore from all the orgasms and I'm already super late for work. Save some energy for me later.” Melissa pulled her hair back into a ponytail and wrapped a black hair tie around it.

  I went out into the living room and found my leather cut and pants. I got dressed and said goodbye to Belle before leaving out the front door with Melissa. I handed her a folded piece of paper.

  Melissa stopped at her old Honda. Good thing she didn't chase criminals with that. She unfolded the paper and read the contents. “Do the Mexicans really have all this?”

  I nodded. “And probably more that we don't know about it.”

  “This will be more than enough. I'll send out the orders today.”

  I approached her while she shook her head at me. “I need to get out of here.” She looked around frantically. “What if someone sees us?”

  I held the back of her head and shoved my lips on hers. “I don't care,” I murmured between kisses. I spoke louder, “Everyone should know that I'm fucking Sheriff White.” Melissa scrambled to put her hand over my mouth.

  “Shh! I don't want the whole town to know yet.” She released her hand over my lips, giggling.

  I held her hand one last time before walking over to my bike. I put on my bucket helmet and connected the chin strap. “I'm going to speak with my brothers about the new plan. I hope we can make this work, Sheriff.”

  Melissa got in her car and drove away. I summoned my bike to life. The roar of the engine soothed me. What the fuck was happening to me? I had never let a girl get under my skin before and Melissa was already buried deep. I'd never fucked a girl before that made me want her another time. And Melissa's pussy was so addicting. My cock pulsed in my pants, screaming at me to take her again.

  I needed to get my emotions in check. She was just a chick. Another girl to throw away. I used her Sheriff powers to get my MC safe. That was it. Nothing more.

  Chapter Twenty

  Melissa

  The radio in the car was off as I drove to the police station. Silence was what I needed. My head was so muddled with too many thoughts. His cock splitting my legs wide open, his sculpted arms flexing as he fucked me hard. Why did Dagger have to be so damn hot? Why did he have to be an outlaw? Could our worlds really work together? Could a relationship survive?

  I didn't want to think about Dagger anymore. I finally had a plan to keep the streets safe. I searched my purse in the passenger seat and pulled out the folded piece of paper. Weapon stashes, drug locations, and whorehouses. This was everything I needed to take down The Death Merchants. Or at least hurt them enough to get them to back down.

  But doing this would give more power to the Devil's Hellions MC. Like Dagger said, “Lesser of two evils.” Dagger might be a criminal but at least he didn't want a war. A battle that could cost hundreds of innocents their lives. The Mexicans had to be stopped.

  Officer Moore met me in the parking lot of the station as I got out of my car. “What's going on, Officer?”

  Moore fumbled around until he found the words. “Good morning, Sheriff. We got a call early this morning about a shootout with the Blacks and Mexicans.”

  “How many dead?” I asked, locking my car and walking with purpose into the station.

  “At least five. Two of them were a couple eating dinner at a restaurant across the street.”

  My heart dropped. It had already begun. This plan needed to go into effect right away. “Moore, I need everyone here today. I mean everyone. We're going to raid the Mexicans.”

  “What about...the shooting, Sheriff?” Moore stuttered.

  “We already know who did it. Not much we can do there. Send two guys over to process the crime scene. The rest need to be here.”

  —

  The raid turned out to be the biggest in Sacks County history. Millions of dollars of drugs were confiscated, weapons were taken off the street, illegal whorehouses were shut down. Twenty Death Merchant members were arrested. Our jail was filled to capacity and the judge was going to have a full plate.

  The mayor held a press conference and this time I wasn't nervous as I took the stage. My position as Sheriff was confirmed and the people believed that I could really turn things around in this town. But what about Dagger and I?

  A few days passed and I hadn't heard from him. My body longed for him and touching myself at night was the only way to relax. Was he just using me for my position? Now that the Mexicans were dealt with, was our business transaction over? Should I try and contact him? Too many questions and no answers.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Dagger

  The Mexicans were pretty much done with. Between the cops and the Blacks, they were almost completely decimated. The Death Merchants were far from out though. Other chapters would come to their rescue to defend their territory but they wouldn't be bothering us for much longer. The Devil's Hellions MC was stronger than ever.

  I thought I could forget about Melissa and move on. Focus on the MC. I was the President now and I couldn't afford the distractions. But that bitch was stuck in my skull. Her soft lips against mine and my hard cock inside her was an unforgettable image.

  After a meeting with the MC, everyone filed out and Pain stayed behind. “Everything going okay, Prez?”

  “Things couldn't be better. I can't believe we were able to take down The Death Merchants.”

  Pain slapped me on the back. “You did good, Dagger. We tried to work with the Mexicans during my time but there were too many differences between us. I'm glad it was you at the head of the table instead of me. Barely any blood was spilled. That's something to be proud of.”

  “That means a lot coming from you. I always tried to think of what you would do in each situation.”

  Pain laughed. “Well I think you did better than me, kid. But I think there's more going on in that head of yours.”

  Pain could see straight through me. He had known me since I was a high-school trouble
maker. I sighed. “I can't settle some things in my mind.”

  Pain sat down at the meeting table and I joined him at the head. “Take my advice, Dagger, don't be like me and let the girl of your dreams pass you by. You're hardwired to fuck and forget but you don't want to be my age and wishing you did something different.”

  “Fuck and forget...God damn, Pain, I tried to forget so hard.”

  “Some people are meant to be forgotten. Others aren't. She sounds like a chick who shouldn't be forgotten. Now go get the fucking girl before I swoop in and steal her from you.” Pain pretended to jab me with his left hook in slow motion.

  “Yeah I get the idea. Thanks for the advice.” We embraced and brushed off each other's leather cuts. “I'm glad you stayed, Pain. This club still needs you.”

  He looked down at his leather gloves. “We'll see how long these old decrepit hands will let me ride.”

  The chaos and confusion in my head was slowly clearing away. Pain was right. Why fight against my feelings. I asked Big Mike for a shot of whiskey to get some liquid courage. Time to go to the police station and take what's mine.

  I walked outside and found Melissa standing next to my bike. She was wearing her uniform but her brown hair was down, blowing in the wind. I watched the sun reflect off her pale skin and cursed at myself for waiting this long.

  “I needed to talk to you, Dagger,” she said, her fists clenched at her sides. Tears were in her eyes but her face was full of determination.

  I put my finger to her lips. “Shh...” I took her in my arms and kissed her like it had been a thousand years since we saw each other last. She melted away against me and Melissa was finally all mine.

  Epilogue

  Melissa

  The aroma of the barbecue was like heaven on earth. The long picnic table in the back of the clubhouse was surrounded by the entire MC. The table was set up with plates, forks, knives, and napkins. We each had a cold beer sitting next to us, freshly opened.

  Emily raised her bottle. “Who the fuck would have ever believed that the law would be sitting at the table with us. You're a beautiful soul, Melissa, and we're glad you can put up with Dagger's fucked-up behavior.”

  “Thanks so much, Emily,” Dagger replied sarcastically.

  I mouthed the words thank you to her as we all clinked our beers together. Big Mike brought over a big plate of steaks and we all dug in. The corn was fantastic and the meat was juicy and perfectly cooked. Dagger kept eying me like I was his own piece of meat. That man had boundless energy. He already fucked me this morning and he'd have his way with me again tonight. I'd never known so many orgasms in my life. My body just reacted to him in a different way.

  Breaker and Natalie sat at the opposite end with baby Isaac bouncing on Breaker's knee. They looked like a real family. Maybe someday Dagger and I could have that. But that would be far off in the future. For now, I was happy just to spend time with Dagger.

  When I moved here to become Sheriff, I was afraid of losing my friends and family. It was terrifying to start somewhere fresh. I didn't want my life to only become my career. But I had found something here I never expected—love.

  Dagger draped his arm over me and kissed me, his breath smelling of beer and cigarettes. I couldn't help but swell with pride. He was all for me.

  I looked over at the other MC members and laughed to myself that I considered them enemies just a year ago. Now they were family.

  The End

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  Description

  Inked and filthy. Pain is every naughty girl's fantasy.

  The way his rough hands hold me against him... his lips pressed to mine. He taught me how to use my body in ways I never imagined.

  But I can't fall in love. He's my captor.

  Prologue

  Pain

  Present Day

  The abandoned warehouse of the Devil's Hellions MC loomed before me. It's broken windows and peeling paint showed it's age. The old repair shop sign had faded away from the bright sun. The rows of Harleys in the front was same as it was thirty years ago. This club had been my entire life and I'd finally given it up.

  Being the President of the Devil's Hellions MC was no easy task. The amount of blood on my hands would never be washed away. The things I did in the name of my brothers would never be forgotten. And the amount of whores I emptied my balls into could never fill the void. Stepping down lifted a huge burden off my shoulders but I didn't know what to do with the rest of my time. The club was all I knew.

  Dagger was the new President now and he'd do a fine job. He was smart, strong, and above all else—willing to do whatever it took. But I could see the anguish on his face. Dagger was being slowly destroyed from the inside out. He was about to make the same mistake I made all those years ago. “Take my advice, Dagger, don't be like me and let the girl of your dreams pass you by. You're hardwired to fuck and forget but you don't want to be my age and wishing you did something different,” I told him.

  Dagger didn't have to give his life to the MC. He could be President and find happiness. But only if he could get past his deep-rooted ideas of what it means to be a biker.

  I stared up at the motorcycle club, it's white banner with Devil's Hellions written all over it flapping in the wind. My mind returned to the good ol' days when the warehouse was a motorcycle repair shop. We weren't really good at fixing customer's bikes—we could barely fix our own. But it was ours and we loved it.

  I remembered spending my days in the hot sun, drinking a cold beer, oil and grease all over my face. It couldn't get much better than that.

  The repair shop didn't last very long after Cash was gunned down. He was always the best with numbers. We almost lost the entire warehouse but a few threatening words with the landlord made us able to keep the place even though we weren't running a business anymore. I always had plans to reopen the repair shop but never got around to it. Real club business always got in the way.

  When Blaze first brought up the idea of a MC in high school, we all thought he was crazy. Most of us didn't even own motorcycles or even have our drivers license. But he was our fearless leader and we would have followed him into the depths of hell.

  I walked into the warehouse and the place was bustling with people. The MC was never this busy back in the day. No other chapters. Just the Sacks County MC. Coal used to sling drinks behind the bar and E-Z knew how to consume them. Cash was always in the office staring at financial documents behind his spectacles.

  We had a good thing going until Emily came into my life. And everything changed. Her long, curly dark hair with blue eyes could bring any man down to their knees. My mind was lost in a fog of emotions. My club meant everything to me and Emily threatened it all. I always regretted letting her go and I couldn't let Dagger make the same decision. If he had a chance to live a normal life, he had to go for it.

  The meeting room was empty when I entered. My fingers traced over the gavel at the head of the table. The long wooden table dominated the room with a Devil's Hellions spider carved into it. It took Tater months to finish the thing. I sat down in my seat, the chair creaking with age. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I'd made so many decisions in this room over the years. Some bad and some good. Blaze used to sit in here all day, dreaming about ways to take the club to the next level. But now it was Dagger's domain. His turn to steer the club in the direction he thought best.

  I looked up at the row of pictures framed on the wall of our fallen brothers. There were too many pictures. We'd lost so many over the years. So many under my watch. Did I do a good enough job? We're those lives lost under my rule in vain? My eyes began to
tear up and my throat choked.

  I never meant to be President. I wasn't meant for all the pressure and responsibility. If Blaze was still around, my life would have been entirely different. We might not have lost so many men. There would have been a lot fewer sleepless nights.

  I kissed two fingers and placed them on Blaze's photo. “Rest in peace, buddy. Hope you're giving God hell up there.”

  I left the MC and hopped on my old Harley. The thing was still kicking after all these years. Kind of like me. Now it was time to begin the next chapter.