by Crimson Syn
“Shit! Why the hell hasn’t Wolf called for me?”
“Beats me.” I take a swig of my drink, grateful for the soft burn that warmed my insides. “I need to find fucking Gunner, man. If he could just keep still for a couple days so I could get to him.”
“Last I heard, he was driving up to Washington. Had some job he needed to do.”
“Did he say if he was coming back to the Hell’s Lovers?”
“He asked about the club, but didn’t mention coming back.”
“It’s not like he’s gonna go back to being a prospect. I mean, shit, Wolf wants him back as his tail gunner.”
Diesel chuckled. “And how long is that gonna last? I’m telling you man, he’s a lost cause. He ain’t like me. That man’s running from somethin’, and it’s gonna take somethin’ pretty big to make him settle anywhere.”
I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I was tired, and I wanted to head back home.
“Heard Scarlett’s pregnant. Can’t wait to meet the rascal.”
“It’s a girl.”
“Oh shit! Wolf is gonna flip his lid if anyone comes near her.” He banged his hand on the wooden table, cracking up. “This is gonna be a trip!”
I role my eyes and lean back in my chair checking out the exotic dancers only feet away from us.
“So what’s up with you? Any new tail coming your way?”
I shrug and take a swig of the amber liquid, allowing it to coat my throat, easing my anxiety of wanting to know if Luna was safe.
“You know I get plenty of tail all the time,” he chuckles. “You’ve got something going on. What’s up Riggs?”
I grimace and down the drink, not leaving a drop. Diesel raises his hand and signals for a refill.
“That bad, huh?”
“Fuck man, she’s eighteen.”
“Damn.” He nods. “I can see why you’re so uptight, but I’ve seen worse, man.”
“What?”
“Come on, brother. We’re in Vegas! Try eighteen year olds hanging on the arms of sixty and seventy year olds. Now that’s crazy. But hey, who am I to judge.”
I smirked. I liked talking to Diesel, he was blunt, but he always knew what to say to make my worries seem foolish. He was right though, at least I wasn’t sixty or seventy. The waitress came with another drink and winked at me. She was cute, also young, and I shook my head lifting my glass to her.
“Look, man. Is she into you?”
I paused for a second and then nodded slowly.
“Then what the fuck? Go for it.”
“I don’t want to fuck with her head. She’s already been through enough.”
“One thing I’ve learned is that a woman knows what she wants. And if she wants you, you can’t stop her.”
“Dude she’s so innocent. I’m sick from even having the dirty thoughts that have crossed my mind.”
“What you have is shame for what you want, you’re ashamed of yourself and you shouldn’t be. Look, I know your dad did a number on you, but fuck that! Fuck him! This is your chance to prove you’re not like your dad. Take that girl, make her yours, and then put a pretty ring on her finger.”
He took a swig of his own drink and looked at the waitress. “Besides, if I haven’t found my own young pussy, I might as well live vicariously through you fools.
I shook my head and let out a chuckle. “Anyway, if you see Gunner make sure to send him my way. I’ve got to go sleep this off and head out.”
“Are you serious? You’re in Vegas man, learn to have a little fun.”
“The only fun I’ll be having is with my pillow.” I put down a twenty on the table and signaled for the waitress to take care of Diesel. I stared down at him and patted his back. “If you can get back home, we’d be happy to have you around.”
Diesel nodded. “As soon as I finish this job I’ll head back. Besides, I think you all need me more than I’m needed here. I’ll figure it out.”
“Good.” I smacked his shoulder and left him to fend for himself.
Diesel was always a loner, a nomad driving around finding jobs here and there. All I knew was that he worked in security and that’s all I needed to know. He was a good guy and he had my back. I learned a long time ago that you didn’t need to know a person’s past to be their friend. What mattered is how they treated you, and Diesel was a good friend to all of us.
A FEW HOURS later I was lying in the hotel room, my mind kept going through the events of the last few months. I was getting anxious to get back to Luna. I didn’t like leaving her for too long. After what Wolf had done to El Tuco, it was only a matter of days until that mother fucker sicced whoever his goons were on the Hell’s Lovers.
They’d already destroyed the club once, one of those assholes had the balls to ruin my bike. I was grateful that Knox was able to fix it. Not that I couldn’t afford to buy another, I just didn’t want to, that was my damn baby. Then with what El Rubio had done to Rahyne and Luna, if Grayson didn’t get to him first, I would. And when I got my hands on him I’d rip his throat out for what he did to my Luna.
My poor, beautiful girl had nightmares for days afterwards. I would stay in the apartment those nights. I could hear her cries from the living room. I’d run in and as soon as my hand touched her forehead, she’d quiet down. I wound up cradling her to me, making sure she’d sleep through the night. Before dawn I’d get up and leave. This went on for weeks until she was finally able to sleep through the night without incident. Now, I suffered on a nightly basis. I was getting used to having her in my arms as I slept, and not having her by my side had me suffering several restless nights, much like this one.
She may not have noticed I’d done it, but I could tell she felt safer when I was near. Loud noises still made her jump, and she always wanted shifts where I stayed the night. It didn’t matter though, I would be there every night if she’d asked me to. Rahyne was tough as nails, but my Luna was fragile. She’d seen and been through so much shit already, the last thing I wanted was for her suffer anymore.
CHAPTER FIVE
LUNA
Riggs left a week ago and I knew he’d be back today. I was counting the minutes until he was with me again. I didn’t realize how much he had become a part of my life. I missed him watching over me at night, and walking me home.
Ever since he touched me the other night, I knew he was close. I just needed one more push, and I could finally be his.
“You ready, honey.”
I looked over at Rahyne who was waiting for me by the entrance. Grayson nodded at me and I smiled back. “Almost done.”
Since Riggs’ apartment was just below Grayson’s they’d decided I could stay with them until Riggs got back. They had a spare bedroom on their floor and since Riggs wasn’t using it then I was welcome too. It was nice to have them, especially Rahyne. She was the only other person who had gone through what I had with Los Perdidos. If it wasn’t for one another, I don’t think we would’ve survived.
I enjoyed staying in the room Riggs was occupying. His scent was everywhere, especially the pillow. I’d hug it every night imagining it was him. I couldn’t wait for him to return, to finally be able to hold him every night. I needed Riggs desperately and to be honest I don’t care what anyone thinks.
Sometimes a woman has to go after what she wants. Especially, when what she wants doesn’t know what’s good for him.
A couple nights later, I went to the back-locker rooms where I had left my purse earlier that day. The girls said I could make use of them since half of them were empty. I needed to hurry up since Seth was waiting for me outside. I hadn’t heard from Riggs in a week, and I couldn’t stop thinking of him. My body, my heart, my everything missed Jason Riggs. I missed his warm eyes on me, his heated embrace, the strength in his hand as he held mine. Not that Seth wasn’t doing his job, but hearing him talk about the latest bike model as he walked me home wasn’t the most exciting part of my day.
I felt alone. I hadn’t been without Riggs since I le
ft home nearly a year ago. He was constantly around, constantly taking care of me, I missed his protection. He didn’t tell me where he’d gone, didn’t tell me when he’d return, and I was starting to feel antsy. I know that club business was club business. I’d been around Scarlett and Rahyne long enough to know that questions regarding the club just weren’t asked. You fully trust your man on all accounts. That came easy to me, since I trusted Riggs with my life.
I was startled out of my thoughts when I heard grunting coming from the shower room. I stayed real quiet while the noises started to get louder, the sordid sound of the repetitive motion of skin slapping skin echoed through the bathroom. I walked carefully inside and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Riggs was standing in the shower, pumping his beautiful dick with his large hand as he leaned his powerful back against the tile wall. He looked like every erotic dream I’ve ever had come true. He looked so fucking sexy he made my core gush and throb at the sight of him. He looked so primal, so vulnerably exposed as I hid behind the wall and watched him.
Droplets of water ran down his sinewy muscles, the muscles on his arm bulging and flexing as he stroked his meaty shaft. My eyes trailed up his powerful thighs watching as he roughly jerked his shaft, squeezing the tip and allowing a drop of precum to coat his fingers, giving him the lubrication he needed to slide his hand up and down. My eyes travelled up his six packed abs, across his well-formed pecs, up to that rugged jawline and sharp nose. His mouth was opened slightly as he inhaled sharp breaths. His eyes were squeezed shut as he murmured nonsensical words.
I walked up closer to him, hiding in the shadows. My hand had started to slide down beneath the waistline of my skirt. I was soaking wet as I watched him in this, such a private moment. My fingers slid inside my core, sliding in and out following the rhythm of his hand.
Suddenly, I stopped as his words became clear to me.
“Fuck, Luna. Fuck yourself on my cock, baby girl. Say my name, call me daddy, baby. God, let me be your daddy.”
His words heated my insides and my hand started to feverishly circle my clit. I moaned softly, making sure not to disturb him. He started stroking faster, his hips jerking up with the intensity of his movements. I was breathing heavily as I continued to rub my clit, grunting when he did, moaning as he did. My mouth opened in a silent O as I came from watching his cock spew the streams of fluids I desperately wanted inside me. It had never happened before, I’d never actually found my release on my own, but watching Riggs find his own pleasure was absolutely arousing.
I watched him slump back, completely drained. He allowed the water to cascade down his body as he caught his breath. He was heavenly to watch, but I had to go before he caught sight of me.
I turned to leave when I spotted his phone lying near his bag on one of the benches. I smiled wickedly as a naughty thought ran through my mind. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered as I lifted my shirt, taking my breasts out. I opened his camera and took a quick picture. I figured if he didn’t want me, at least he’d have me to masturbate to. As I looked down at the picture I bit my lip and shook my head. This man was making me do things I’d never even thought of.
When I went to close his phone I accidently slid my thumb on his Tumblr. Gifs of naked flesh and young women bouncing on older men’s penises engulfed the screen. My eyes were wide as I scrolled down and spotted a few images with the words, daddy’s little girl likes it hard and daughter rides daddy’s cock. The scenes and words caused me to clench my thighs. I couldn’t believe this is what he liked, this was what he hid from me. I couldn’t believe I’d come across this tiny treasure that led me into his thoughts. I heard the water stop and I quickly placed his phone back into his bag.
As I walked home that night I listened to Seth’s voice, but I didn’t register anything he was saying. The images that had played on Riggs’ screen, now played in my head. Is that what his secret was? Is that why he didn’t want to get close me? Did he think I’d push him away because of it?
I had to admit I was curious. I’d heard of women call their men daddy before, but obviously I’d never actually seen it done. Not like I just did.
As I slipped into bed that night I pulled my phone out and searched the word daddy on Google. Age play came on and I got a glimpse of what this was. Searching it on the internet had me scrolling through pages and pages of daddy daughter stories and daddy play, as they call it. Just the mere thought that Riggs wanted to play with me like this had me sliding my hand to my pussy to try and ease the ache I was feeling. I imagined Riggs grabbing me from behind and hauling me onto his cock and the image made me cum. I was becoming excited to see how far he would go if I played along to that little fantasy of his.
CHAPTER SIX
RIGGS
I was standing by the private bar in the member’s lounge. I couldn’t keep from staring at her all night. When Grayson told me she was staying with them, I moved to one of the Velvet rooms in the back. A few nights later he told me she’d gone back to my apartment, but although it killed me to be so far away from her, I couldn’t continue to stay at Grayson’s. I think Rahyne had had enough of me.
Tonight was Luna’s night to close, and I was waiting at the bar for the last customer to leave. I wanted to be alone with her. She was ignoring me, but knew damn well I had my eyes on her. She bent over to wipe the last table clean and I could make out the silhouette of a hummingbird tattooed on her lower back. The sight had my dick clawing to get out. She turned on the speakers and slow and sultry music wafted through the empty club.
Seth passed by and waved to me. “All looks good out back, Riggs. See you tomorrow?”
I waved back, grunting in response, not taking my eyes off the tight ass in front of me. Her hips swayed as she strode over to the main door, saying goodbye to Seth as she slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it.
I sat down on the leather booth and she turned to look at me from the opposite side of the room. Slowly she took her apron off and hung it on one of the chairs. Next came her tank top exposing those luscious scoops of flesh sheathed in a light pink sheer bra. My eyes could make out those dusty pink areolas and my cock strained against the confines of my jeans. I reached down and squeezed it, finding a slight relief from the pressure.
My eyes remained glued to her body as she made her way across the floor. She tugged down the waistline of her miniskirt, the material easily pooling at her feet. She playfully gave it a swift kick, the skirt landing near my head.
I knew I should get up and leave, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was tired of fighting it, tired of finding excuses. The little minx was a complete sex kitten and entirely confident in that tight little body of hers. She stepped in front of me and dipping into the rim of the thin material of her panties, I could make out the trail of a cherry blossom tattoo that lingered on the right side of her pelvis. She was so fucking perfect. She straddled my lap, placing one long leg on either side of me.
“Hi,” she whispered, rubbing herself on my hard on. She gripped my shoulders and continued to swivel her hips on me.
“Hi,” I managed to croak back as my hands moved to her thighs and ran up her soft skin.
“Are you just going to watch me or do you want to play with me…Daddy.”
Hearing that word, said in such a dirty way from her lips, made my cock jump within its restraints. I gripped her thighs and let out a deep guttural growl.
“Please, Riggs I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”
I grabbed her hips trying to stop her movements, but she pressed herself harder against me making those sweet tits bounce lightly under the confines of the sheer material. My thoughts started to get muddy and instead of stopping her I guided her along my jean covered length. She sighed and shivered against me.
“You don’t want me, baby girl. I’m sick minded. I want to do things to you that no decent man would do.”
“I know what you like Riggs. I know you want me to be your little girl, you want me m
oaning daddy as your cock slips inside my tight virgin pussy. But what you don’t know,” she pressed her lips to my ear, “is that I want that too.”
I stared at her in shock. How did she know? Who else knew? Hearing her reveal that she was a fucking virgin nearly did me in. I groaned and slammed my head against the leather chair.
“How the fuck did you find out?”
She looked down and a deep blush painted her cheeks. “I watched you last night. In the girls shower room.” She looked up at me and her eyes were bright with mischief. “I left my phone in one of the lockers, so I had to come back.”
I stared at her, urging her silently to continue. “And what did you find?”
“You,” she breathed. Her hands rubbed my chest as she continued to confess. “I found you stroking that massive cock, begging me to call you daddy, calling me a bad girl.” She swiveled her hips on me and I moaned. “I want to be your bad girl, Daddy. I think I need a good spanking.”
“Fuck!” Losing my control I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over on my lap. Her perfectly succulent ass stared me in the face and I squeezed her cheeks causing her to squirm.
She propped herself up and looked back at me. “Do it. I want you to do it.”
“You don’t want this, baby. I’m fucked up. I don’t deserve you.”
She slowly sat up and she took my face in her hands. “I’ll do anything for you. I trust you.” She slowly crept back over my lap propping her ass back in the air. “Now spank me, Daddy. I’ve been a very bad girl.”
Her pout was my undoing and my hands tugged on her thin thong gaining a moan from her innocent lips. I molded her soft flesh until she was groaning with need and her hips swayed seductively in the air. That was my cue that she was ready. I reached out and brought my hand down on her flesh. Her skin turned a bright pink and her sweet ass jiggled from the impact. She yelped and took in air, but continued to wiggle her ass at me. “You’re such a dirty girl!” I reached back out and smacked her again.
