Raw: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Minutemen MC)

by Evelyn Glass

  Dirk stared at him. “Just say it, Stephan. What the fuck happened?”

  It wasn’t like Stephan to dance around a subject. The fact that he was doing it had Dirk suspecting that whatever had gone down must have been some sort of unspeakable horror. As it turned out, he was right.

  “They broke into his house. They killed them all.”

  It took a few moments for the words to register. It was just too huge, too horrific. Memories of Eleanor rushed into Dirk’s head. He shook them away firmly, but his stomach was now so tight that he felt like he might throw up at any second.

  “What?” he finally said, voice choked with pain and fury.

  “It happened into the night,” Stephan said. “Johnny found them this morning.”

  “All of them?” Dirk dared to ask after a few moments of silence. “Dead?”

  Stephan nodded grimly. “All of them.”

  Heavy silence descended upon them. Dirk’s head was reeling, trying to grasp the enormity of what he had just learned.

  “Dirk,” Stephan finally said, his quiet, firm voice forcefully pulling Dirk away from his grim reverie. “This has got to stop. We must give her over.”

  Fuck, no, Dirk thought forcefully. Aloud, he said, “We can’t give her over.”

  Stephan’s hazel eyes flashed in anger. “A woman and two children are dead, Dirk!” he snapped. “What the fuck do you want me to do? Wait until they slaughter someone else? This has got to stop!”

  “He’s right, Dirk.”

  Both men turned sharply to see Camilla standing in the kitchen’s doorway. She looked pale and horrified, and Dirk realized with dismay that she had heard the last, horrific part of their conversation.

  “You shouldn’t be here,” he said sternly.

  “Bullshit,” she argued, stepping further into the room, fearless as always. “This is about me.” Her green eyes searched Stephan’s face intently. “Did they really kill that family because of me?”

  Stephan didn’t waver and met her gaze straight on. “Yes,” he said. “They’re looking for you. This was punishment for us not telling them where you are.”

  Camilla swallowed visibly. “So those people got slaughtered because you’re protecting me?”

  In an uncharacteristic display of emotion, Stephan snorted. “We’re not protecting you, princess,” he spat. “We’re protecting Dirk’s location. The last thing we need is for the Tar Mongols to find out where he lives.”

  Dirk winced. He was about to say something, but once again Camilla beat him to it.

  “You should hand me over to them,” she said. “Then this will stop. I don’t want children to be killed because of me.” Her voice trembled and her eyes filled with tears, but she was brave enough not to let them fall.

  “No,” Dirk growled. “We’re not giving you over. I’ve got another solution,” he said hurriedly when Stephan opened his mouth to protest.

  The Minutemen’s president narrowed his eyes and studied him carefully. “And what would that be?”

  “We fight.”

  Stephan blinked. “Pardon?”

  “We fight, God damn it!” Dirk said, slamming his fist on the island’s counter. “This has been going on too long. It’s time to stop with the skirmishes. We gotta wipe them out once and for all. We gotta win the war, Stephan. It’s the only way this’ll ever stop, and you know it. Do you think they’ll leave us alone if we give Camilla over or once she’s out of California? They’ll always have a reason to attack us. Unless we finally stop with the battles and win this war.”

  Stephan stared at him in silence for what felt like an eternity. The expression on the man’s face was unreadable. Finally, he nodded, short and sharp. “Fine,” he said. “I guess it really is time to put a stop to this. I’ll let the others know.”

  Dirk felt a rush of relief and adrenaline course through him. “So it’s decided then,” he said. “We’re preparing for war.”

  Stephan grinned at him, dimples carved deep in his cheeks. “Isn’t that what we do best?”

  Dirk laughed, a humorless, cold sound. “It really is.”

  Chapter 19

  Three days later, Camilla was still reeling with the news she heard in Dirk’s kitchen. She could not believe it had happened, that anyone would be ruthless enough to go after children. And she couldn’t believe that it had happened because of her. But it had happened, and she was the primary cause. She still couldn’t figure out why Dirk did not just hand her over to the Tar Mongols and put a stop to it. Was he really right? Would it not really put a stop to the violence if the Minutemen delivered her to Herman Ruiz?

  Camilla used to think of herself as an expert reporter, someone who was smart enough to read between the lines and evaluate a situation, if not at a glance, at the very least correctly. The past few weeks with Dirk and the Minutemen had showed her that she wasn’t as smart as she thought. Everything that happened was a new twist that she had not seen coming, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out these people’s motivation. She could hardly read Dirk, who had more colors than a chameleon, and as for Stephan Walker, the man was a complete mystery.

  According to Dirk, the Minutemen were getting ready for war. The men were coming and going from the house, and it was no longer—or rarely—just the two of them. Plans were being discussed. Arrangements were being made. War was indeed coming. Camilla could smell it in the air, past the cigarette smoke and the coffee and the beer.

  But she had made a decision of her own. She had decided that she would be gone before more violence broke out. It was just a matter of how, and that, too, became clear to her soon enough.

  Dirk’s mood had become considerably and understandably darker as the days passed. He was tense with the burden of the dead and strung tight with the anticipation of the final battle that was to come. He was focused and sharp, but he was also emotionally exhausted. Camilla knew him well enough that she could at least read all of that on his face and in his body language. If those weren’t telltale signs enough, his behavior in the bedroom sure as hell was another giveaway.

  There had always been a kind of softness—even to Dirk’s most urgent touches, but now that gentleness was gone. He was never violent or abusive, but he was rough now, rougher than he had ever been, as if their sexual encounters were his only way to exorcise the demons that were rearing their ugly heads within him. And coming to think of it, their ongoing sex sessions were probably the only way he had of letting everything out, the only way he had to make the locked-up energy within himself erupt before the battle.

  Camilla would have been lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying this new side of him. He was raw and powerful and demanding, and she found herself even more unable or unwilling to resist him than she had been before.

  There was something about Dirk that drove her wild. She couldn’t pinpoint it, but there just was. Perhaps it was the explosive sexual energy that seemed to fill him to the brim. Perhaps it was the perfection of his muscles, the way they flexed when he moved like the most perfectly oiled machine. Perhaps it was the way he kissed, fiery hot and like there was no tomorrow—which in Dirk’s world, there probably wasn’t. Perhaps it was the way he took her, eager and unapologetic. Hell, it was just the whole package, and Camilla thought she would have been crazy to refuse him.

  Besides, this renewed dark urgency in him could be just what she needed to make her escape. Dirk was already on the verge of exhaustion; all he needed was one little push. And Camilla knew exactly how to do it.

  She watched, as his eyes widened when she led him to his bedroom and he took in the strips of silky ribbons tied to the bed’s headboard.

  Dirk turned to look at her, one eyebrow raised quizzically. “What’s this?”

  Camilla shrugged and gave him a smirk. “I thought we would spice things up a little. Are you scared?”

  Dirk emitted a low growl at the back of his throat. “Never.”

  Before she could reply, he swept her up in his powerful arms and took
her to the bed, dumping her unceremoniously onto the mattress. It didn’t take them long to strip each other of their clothes, and next thing she knew, he was leaving hot trails of kisses down her neck and then all over her naked body.

  Camilla moaned, and she almost lost herself in the moment before she remembered that she would be the one in charge tonight.

  “No,” she said, and she pushed him firmly away. She grinned at his confused look. “I’m the boss this time around.”

  To her surprise, Dirk didn’t argue. He did, however, look incredibly lost. Who would have thought? And here she had come to believe that no situation could faze him. She supposed that, for a man who was used to holding the power in his hands, being at the mercy of somebody else would be a completely new experience.

  “Lie down,” she instructed, and Dirk did.

  Camilla felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something electric about having a man like Dirk surrendering his power over to her. She had never thought she would see the day, and she had the feeling she had better keep quiet about this with anyone else.

  She ran an appraising gaze over the considerable long display of Dirk’s naked body—all six foot five of him—and she leaned down to capture his mouth in a passionate kiss. While their lips were locked and their tongues swirled around each other, Camilla reached out and grabbed a silk ribbon. She took Dirk’s right wrist with her other hand, and she pulled away to tie the knot.

  He watched her with a mixture of curiosity and mistrust. It was all too clear he couldn’t quite decide whether he was more turned on or wary.

  “Relax,” she said. “I’m not going to rob you.”

  Dirk snorted. “I should like to see you try.”

  Camilla arched an eyebrow in surprise as yet one more glimpse of his literary culture shined through. She kissed him again and then went back to focus on the remaining ribbons. She tied both his wrists together over his head, careful to tie the silk ribbons firmly enough that he couldn’t easily break free, and yet gently enough that she wasn’t cutting off the circulation in his arms.

  “You seem to know your way around this,” Dirk said, eyeing her carefully.

  Camilla smirked. “You have no idea.”

  And he didn’t, really. This was indeed not the first time Camilla did this. She didn’t do it often, but she did enjoy her dose of consensual BDSM from time to time. She hadn’t often found partners who were into it, but it had happened a couple of times, and it had been spectacular. Somehow, she felt like this time with Dirk would be even better.

  As she settled down onto Dirk’s lap, straddling him with her naked thighs, Camilla was hit with a sudden, almost overwhelming wave of power. She had not considered this aspect of her little plan. She had not considered how empowering this would feel. For the first time in weeks, she was the one in control. She was no longer helpless. She was going to dictate the rules, and he was going to follow them. Once again, she shivered with anticipation and renewed confidence.

  Locking eyes with Dirk, Camilla began to run her fingertips all over his body, teasing him with feather-like touches that soon had his breathing become labored from anticipation of what might come next. She dragged her fingertips over his hipbones and down the dimples between his crotch and thighs, smirking when he gasped as the sensitive nerves there responded to her touch.

  “You want me?” she murmured huskily.

  He swallowed visibly. “Fuck, yeah. I want you, Camilla.”

  I want you, too, Camilla thought, her own body on fire with desire. But she didn’t say it. Not this time.

  She leaned down and let her mouth join in on the fun, guiding her lips and tongue on a thorough exploration of Dirk’s mile-long body. A thin layer of perspiration had begun to form on his naked skin, and she savored the salty taste of it.

  When she got to his crotch, she let her tongue run along the shaft of his already rock-hard cock. He moaned. Camilla smirked.

  “Hold on,” she murmured against the hot skin of his penis, and then she pulled back.

  Dirk looked at her like she had just betrayed him in some horrible way. She laughed.

  “Impatient, are we?” she said.

  “For fuck’s sake, Camilla,” he growled.

  Camilla shivered. There was something about the hoarse sound his throat made when he growled in the back of it that always got to her and shot straight to her loins.

  Wordlessly, she reached over and pulled one more ribbon out from underneath the mattress.

  Dirk watched her quizzically. “What’s that for?” he asked.

  Camilla’s evil grin widened. “Your eyes, of course.”

  “Oh, hell, no.”

  “Oh, hell, yes,” she said, and she kissed him again. She tugged a little on his bottom lip as she pulled back. “I’m not going to hurt you,” she promised, because she felt like it needed to be said, even though the notion of her ever being able to hurt a man like Dirk Coleman was just ridiculous.

  Dirk, however, did not laugh. Instead, he nodded solemnly, as if he needed to hear that.

  Camilla tied the ribbon around his head. “Now you know how I felt when I had that hood over my head,” she said once she was done.

  Dirk shivered visibly. “Don’t remind me. That was hot.”

  Camilla snorted. “I beg to differ. This, however…” she said, and she leaned down to suck a mark into the side of his neck to emphasize her point, “…this is hot.”

  Dirk moaned in pleasure. “You’re driving me mad,” he mumbled once he found his voice again.

  Camilla smirked, pleased. “I should hope so.”

  She kissed him all over again, and then, when she knew he was least expecting it, she took his cock in her mouth. Dirk gasped in surprise, and then he moaned long and deep in the back of his throat when Camilla began to run her mouth up and down the length of his shaft, letting her tongue also come into play.

  In all of their sexual encounters, oral sex was something they had not put on the table. She wasn’t sure where this was coming from, but it sure felt good to suck him. Giving a blow job to a man had always made her feel powerful, but this was different. This was an all-consuming kind of powerful. The Minutemen’s vice president was naked and bound underneath her, and his cock was in her mouth. It couldn’t get anymore empowering than this.

  Dirk moaned and writhed underneath her, and his ecstasy was almost enough to bring Camilla an orgasm of her own. She brought him close to the edge of release, and then, just as he was about to succumb, she pulled back.

  He groaned in protest, and she covered his lips with her own to silence him. If he was displeased at tasting himself on her mouth, he didn’t show it or say it.

  “You are an evil, evil woman,” Dirk gasped when he could find his breath again.

  Camilla laughed. “Honey, you have no idea.”

  Chapter 20

  To say that Camilla had surprised him would be the understatement of the century. Dirk had even surprised himself by not hesitating to jump on this new, scorching hot adventure with her. He didn’t know what had possessed him. There was something about Camilla that he just found irresistible. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had given himself up like this to anyone, perhaps he never fully had, and yet, he had almost no trouble surrendering to her. Her fire was just too passionate, too thrilling to resist.

  To feel Camilla’s touch on him without being able to see her or touch her himself was an experience that put all of his senses on fire. It was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. And when she took his cock into his mouth, Dirk almost screamed. It was unexpected and sensual, and there was just something about the way her lips moved along his shaft and about the way her tongue tantalized him oh-so-expertly that just made him want to tip over the edge and never, ever come back from it.

  “I really want to see you now,” he said after she had pulled away from him and left him begging and wanting for more. “And touch you, too.”

  She made a tut-tut sound with her tongu
e. “Patience, now.”

  Dirk growled low in the back of his throat. “I thought you knew by now, I am not a patient man.”

  She chuckled evilly.

  Whereas he was usually all about control, Dirk soon realized that not knowing what was going to happen next actually enticed him. He usually didn’t like unpredictable things, but he found that he loved not having any clue as to what Camilla’s next move was going to be.

  Her hands came to stroke his erection then, and all coherent thought left his mind for one fleeting, white-hot moment. Boy, but she was something else! Next thing Dirk knew, she was mounting him. She eased his cock inside of her, and she settled on top of him. There was something about her guiding him in that drove him absolutely insane with ecstasy.