by Dahlia West
Jack’s large hand slid down her back to the skin of her rounded bottom and he slipped it between her legs. He checked her readiness, finger plunging inside.
Erin shoved her hips back, wanting more of that invasion, but he pulled his hand away quickly. She moaned in frustration.
He kicked the inside of her boots with his own until she was spread enough for him. This time, it was his cock, not his finger, that penetrated her.
She ground against him, a smile playing on her lips.
He entered her fully, withdrawing, then thrusting inside her again.
“Oh, God!” Erin cried and fumbled for the edge of the table with her hands.
“You need a man, don’t you, Erin?” he demanded.
Erin growled and clamped her lips together, not ready to give him that.
“Oh, no?” Jack asked her in a lilting voice. “You don’t need a man?”
She refused to answer, knowing there was no way to win. Not against Jack.
He slammed inside her, stretching her fully before pulling out just as violently. “Okay, then,” he said.
And everything stopped.
Erin seethed through her teeth and pounded her fist on the table.
“Do you need a man, Erin?” Jack asked again.
Her ass and thighs prickled at the cool air on her just-warmed skin. Her wetness trickled down her inner thigh as her pussy protested its sudden abandonment.
“Jack!” she hissed.
“That’s not an answer.”
“Jack!” she cried again. She tried to stand up, push herself against him. Maybe she could finish that way, just feeling him rubbing on her.
Jack reached out a hand and pinned her back to the table. “Erin,” he said calmly. Which infuriated her.
Give in to get off. The rules of the game were perfectly clear.
Erin sucked in a breath and held it for as long as she could stand. “I need a man!” she finally relented.
She heard his boots scrape on the floor and felt herself being spread open again. The cock was back, pounding relentlessly into her. “Who’s the man of this house, Erin?”
“You!” she gasped as she clung desperately to the edge.
“That’s right,” he replied, pulling out then slamming back into her. Erin gasped as her insides quaked, so close but not quite there yet. Just a few more of those hard strokes and she’d be flying high.
One of Jack’s hands came down on the table next to her own as he leaned over, covering her back, like a stallion covering his favorite mare. With the other hand, he tugged at her shirt, popping the buttons. Before she could protest, his large hand found its way inside.
His calloused palm rasped across her soft flesh as he cupped her breast and squeezed gently. “You’ve had enough punishment,” he growled in her ear. “Come for me.” He pinched her nipple and Erin screamed out her orgasm, bucking against him, not to throw him off but to get him as deep inside as she possibly could. Maybe to stay there. Maybe forever.
“Cum in me, Jack!” she pleaded as her pussy clamped down on him, trying to coax out his seed. “Please, God, cum inside me!”
Jack pumped his hips a few more times and then pumped into her, as ordered.
Erin felt the thick, throbbing shaft spilling into her and sighed happily. She pressed her cheek to the cool surface of the table and took in big gulps of air, eyes closing drowsily.
Jack gave her breast a final squeeze, then stood up and pulled out of her.
Erin whimpered at the loss of him.
He slapped her ass, and she yelped, whirling on him.
“Hey!” she snapped and he grinned at her as he zipped up his fly.
Erin blew a stray hair out of her face and glared at him. Mostly because he’d ruined her moment of post-orgasmic bliss.
Jack scooped up the truck keys off the counter and moved toward the back door.
“Where are you going?” she called after him.
“I’m going to pick up something to eat,” he told her. “So you don’t have to cook tonight. It’s already getting late.” He glanced back at her over his shoulder. “And if you give me any more lip, we’ll have another lesson. Involving your ass.”
Erin considered this a moment as she pulled up her jeans and moved to the doorway. “Spanking or screwing?” she finally shouted after him even though she was fully aware how dangerous it was to egg him on.
He gave her a nasty, devil’s grin as he opened the door to the truck. “I don’t know,” he answered. “Which do you want more?”
Erin’s mouth clamped down at the suggestion that she wanted either of those things. Probably best, because even though Jack had, yet again, managed to give her another mind-blowing orgasm, her thighs were twitching again at his words. She might open her mouth and accidentally choose one or the other, having never had either and was, shockingly, now somewhat curious.
But, Lord, that man was Satan walking.
He turned the engine over, gave a honk and a wave, and headed down the drive toward town.
Erin stepped back into the house and headed straight to the shower to see if she could wash her sins away. She doubted it, but it might be worth a shot.
Chapter Fifty
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Jack flopped on the couch as Erin finished up the dishes from dinner. Duke was tired from his day of chasing anything that seemed to move, plunking himself down on his padded dog bed in the corner, near the fireplace.
Jack picked up the remote control and flipped through the channels, looking for something to watch. He stopped cold, though, frozen not just from the words on the screen—Rapid City—but he was stunned at the scene caught on camera behind the reporter. He saw his own clubhouse, surrounded by squad cars and unmarked vehicles. He gripped the remote control, nearly fumbling it, as he quickly tried to turn up the volume.
“In a highly coordinated, pre-dawn raid right here in downtown Rapid City, a local motorcycle gang known as the Badlands Buzzards was surprised with no-knock warrants in multiple locations throughout the city. A joint team of Rapid City police and federal law enforcement is responsible for dozens of, as yet, unconfirmed arrests.
“Sources close to the investigation say that the DEA has been investigating the gang for over a year after the former president of the gang, Jack Prior, alias Preacher, went missing. He is presumed dead and his murder is among the list of charges that range from pandering to international drug trafficking. We’ll keep you informed here at Channel Five News as this massive story unfolds.”
Jack’s pulse raced. Behind the reporter, he saw Hook and the others being led out of the clubhouse in handcuffs and loaded into half a dozen or so DEA vans parked on the street. The cameraman for the station followed their progress with a shaky hand as he recorded their arrests for posterity. Jack ran his own shaky hand through his hair and blew out a harsh breath.
His mind swirled with questions he might never have answers to. What happened? How much did the Feds know? How long had they been building a case? What did they have on Jack, if anything? Why didn’t that fat-ass doughnut muncher, Rawlins, warn them that law enforcement was circling?
Behind him he heard footsteps and turned to see Erin standing in the living room doorway. She looked at the screen and then back to Jack.
For a second he was worried that she’d ask about the news story, but instead she sighed and shook her head. “Rapid City?” she asked. “Really?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t know what to say. He lifted the remote and turned it off before she heard any details.
“Listen, Jack,” she told him, looking back and forth between him and the now-darkened television screen. “I thought we were past this one-foot-out-the-door routine. If you want to leave, then leave. I can’t stop you.”
She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “But it’s been thirty seconds and you know what? I’m already tired of waiting for you to decide what you’re going to do. I love you, Jack, but I’m not going to hold on to your leg while
you’re walking out the front door.”
He turned on her, television abandoned, Rapid City abandoned. He moved at lightning speed toward the doorway where she stood, only needing a few quick strides to cross the distance between them.
Erin gasped and tried to take a step back, but he grabbed and pulled her into the living room, pushing her up against the wall and pinning her there with his body.
He watched her eyes go wide and that tempting little mouth form its perfect, surprised ‘O.’ Jack had gone instantly hard before he’d even crossed the room. Now he had Erin right where he wanted her, cock notched right into her pussy, not letting her move an inch. “Say it again,” he demanded.
She hesitated, though, and Jack saw a cloud of caution shroud her eyes.
He growled, deep in his throat, and shoved himself harder into her.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“Say it again,” he repeated.
“I…”
He watched as she licked her lips nervously. In a minute he was going to bite them, kiss them so hard they swelled and bruised. But not until she gave him what he wanted.
“I said…”—she swallowed hard, her delicate throat making his cock rage behind his jeans—“I’m tired of waiting for you to deci—”
Jack narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you fucking with me, Erin?” He saw her flinch and felt her fingertips dig into his arms as he held her suspended, feet off the floor.
She shook her head as her chest rose and fell more rapidly. Her soft, creamy swells pressed against Jack’s own chest and he liked it. “No,” she told him quietly.
“Then. Say it. Again.”
Erin’s eyes searched his own for a moment before she took a deep breath. “I love you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack leaned in and kissed her hard. Their breath mingled together. “Again,” he demanded, mouth brushing over hers.
“I love you.”
It rang in his ears and vibrated through his body. Jack groaned as he licked her. It even tasted sweet on her lips. He dragged his mouth down to her jaw, rasping over her throat. Her pulse hammered against his lips. “Again.”
“I love you, Jack.”
“Hold on to me, Erin,” he ordered as he let go of her hips.
She gripped his shoulders as Jack tore through her panties and dropped them at his feet. His fingers found the zipper of his jeans and he fumbled at the fly. His hands were actually shaking. His own heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he was certain Erin could hear the rush of blood coursing through his body.
His erection sprang out and he reached down, cupping Erin’s ass for a moment, before finding her heated folds with his hands. He parted her and pushed in a finger. First one, then two, rubbing her until she slicked his hand, wet with desire.
Jack lifted her higher then, with his hands gripping her ass firmly, and sank her down onto his cock. He groaned at the heat of her. She was always ready for him. Always tight. Always wet. He savored that sweet stretch when she took him all the way in.
“I love you, Jack!” Erin cried, this time unbidden, and Jack felt something inside him turn, change, break maybe…or finally heal.
No one had ever told him they loved him. Not his father. Not his mother. No woman. Ever. But Erin was saying it. And she meant it. She didn’t want anything from him, other than a life together. She didn’t want to flaunt his patch all over town, spend his money, take his drugs, or drink his booze. She wanted him. Not the things he could give her.
Jack held her thighs wide, his arms steady and sure. An entire year of ranch work had strengthened his entire body, cut muscles into his solid frame that he hadn’t even known he’d had. Now he held Erin up, balanced her lithe body easily, and made slow love to her.
The images from the faded into nothing in his head, sound bites that Jack no longer cared about. Rapid City fell away. The Buzzards faded to black. Nothing existed now, nothing except Erin…and the fact that she loved him.
His throat ached and his eyes burned. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt something so raw, so real—not blurred and dulled by chemicals.
Jack found himself buried so deep inside Erin that he never, ever wanted to leave. He wanted to die, right now, just like this. This was the best moment he’d ever experienced in his shit-show life. And he knew it.
He didn’t know if this was love. How could he, really? But he knew he’d never felt anything like this before. And he also knew he never wanted it to end. His lips found her ear and he whispered, “You’re mine now, Erin.”
She didn’t reply. Maybe she couldn’t. Maybe she was as torn up as he was. He felt her fingers dig into him, though, and her pussy ripple around his shaft.
“Mine,” he breathed and pressed his lips to hers.
Chapter Fifty-One
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Months passed and they were in the high summer heat. Even now, long after the sun had gone down, it was hot in the house. Or maybe just the bedroom.
Jack finished with a growl, the kind that always made her lower belly clench, and Erin, having learned to look after the man of the house when he needed it, swallowed quickly.
Lying now on their backs in the damp sheets, he looked troubled, though.
“What’s wrong?” Erin asked, giving his arm a squeeze. Surely he wasn’t bored with it. He never seemed to be able to get enough.
“Nothing,” he said with a sigh. “Just hate not cumming in your pussy.” He sighed again and kissed her on the forehead. “Oh, well. Just gotta wait a few more days.”
Jack rolled over, settling into the mattress while Erin lay rigid beside him. Her head was swirling; her mind was spinning almost out of control. A few more days. She counted on her fingers, over and over again, got frustrated, got confused, while she waited for him to fall asleep. He did so quickly, thank God, and Erin finally slipped quietly out of bed.
She tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom, snatched her birth control pills off the counter and carried them downstairs to the kitchen. Not daring to turn on the light, for fear of waking him, she counted out the pills and matched them to the dates on the calendar.
All present, all accounted for.
That was why he hadn’t made love to her. Because he assumed she was on her period. Vaguely she recalled that last night he’d directed a hand job from her. She’d been half-asleep but fully agreeable. He must have assumed that was all he could get.
She stifled a groan and gripped the little plastic case. Her knuckles turned white in the moonlight streaming in from the window. She never kept track of her period. Never really had to, not with the pills keeping everything on an exacting schedule. She’d gotten too caught up playing house with Jack, with a man whose last name she didn’t even know! Too caught up in the fantasy to even realize that she was late, several days late.
And Erin was never late, thanks to the wonder of her tiny little pills.
She’d never missed any, not a single one, so how on Earth could this have happened?!
She shredded the box in two, like a temperamental child (oh, she definitely didn’t want to think about that too hard) and threw it into the sink along with the pills.
Everything had been fine. Better than fine. And now it was all crumbling in her hands, destroyed in a single moment, like a lightning strike or a massive heart attack. Erin’s own heart ached and she fought back tears as she gathered up her mess and buried it in the trashcan in the corner of the bathroom.
Upstairs, Jack was fast asleep, without a care in the world. There was no way she could tell him. She wouldn’t even know how to begin that conversation. She took a slow, deep breath, her hand on the bannister to steady herself. She had to stay calm. Had to think.
There wasn’t anything to say to Jack, she decided, until there was something to say. She was only late, after all, just a few days, she told herself. She’d get to town, get one of those tests. Maybe it didn’t matter that she didn’t know how to bring it up because maybe, hopef
ully, there wasn’t anything to say.
She couldn’t go to bed, though. She was too riled up. Instead she cleaned the kitchen, putting her nervous energy to good use.
It didn’t seem as though the sun could rise fast enough, but it finally did. She heard Jack thumping around upstairs, grabbed some clean clothes out of the laundry room and got dressed quickly. When she came back out he was already in the kitchen.
“Going somewhere?” Jack asked around a piece of toast.
“Just to town. I have some errands to run.”
Jack tossed his crust to Duke and pushed off the counter. “Give me a minute,” he said, already heading to the front hall. “I’ll go with you. I need to stop at the hardware store.”
Erin sagged against the counter he’d just abandoned and stared after him. She couldn’t very well tell him he couldn’t come, but the hardware store was definitely throwing a monkey wrench into her plans.
She slid into the passenger seat of the truck and gave him a wan smile as he climbed behind the wheel.
Not fooled by her fake enthusiasm, he frowned at her. “You okay?”
Erin nodded, forcing herself to look at him instead of turning away like she wanted to. “Tired,” she said. “Couldn’t sleep.”
He reached out and rubbed her leg. “I bet it’s tough. You get attached, then they leave.”
She gaped at him, almost fighting back tears.
“Sorry,” he added, ducking his head guiltily. “I didn’t mean to upset you. But…what time is DelRay coming this afternoon? Just so I know.”
Erin tried to answer, couldn’t for a second, and swallowed hard to regain her voice. “Noon,” she told him.
Jack gave her a reassuring smile as he turned onto the highway. “Well,” he said with a sigh. “It’s not much, but you’ve still got me.”
Erin sank low in her seat and didn’t respond, instead looking out the window at the rolling Black Hills.
Before long they reached town and Jack parked in the main square, within walking distance from, well, everything.
