Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1)

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  After a few miles through trees, the road veers to the left and opens into a wide parking lot. A large lake is visible on our right. He glides the bike to a stop and sets his feet down. I hop off and wait for him to join me.

  “How come the park is empty?”

  “State can’t afford to keep it open year-round.”

  “Oh.”

  He takes my hand and leads me to the water’s edge.

  “I’d say let’s skinny dip, but it’s a little cold.”

  I try not to drool over the idea of seeing Dante naked in the great outdoors. “I wouldn’t mind skinny-dipping with you.”

  He advances until we’re standing so close you couldn’t insert a sheet of paper between us.

  “That right, baby girl?”

  “Yup.”

  “Show me.”

  My mouth twitches, but I can’t hold back my smile. I’m nervous someone might catch us, but I also trust Dante to keep me safe and protect me. Very slowly, I peel my clothes off, relishing the way his eyes narrow as he watches me. Once I start working my jeans down my legs, he springs into action and undresses. Taking my hand, he leads me into the water. Instantly my teeth chatter as the cold water laps at my ankles, then my legs, and up to my waist. Dante’s eyes go straight to my breasts as my nipples harden.

  “Very nice,” he growls, dragging me farther out into the water. When I can barely touch, he stops and pulls me close.

  “Better?” he asks, trailing his fingers over my breasts. His fingers pinch and roll my nipples until I’m moaning in his arms. Hooking an arm around my waist, he pulls me tight, leaning down to suck on one nipple, then the other.

  All that cool water sliding over my naked skin makes me brazen. Even though I’m cold, my skin tingles with heat. My legs wrap around his waist, my hips grinding and searching. Finally, my core bumps up against his cock.

  “You want that, baby girl?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He squeezes his eyes shut. “Fuck,” he mutters, reaching down to guide himself to my entrance. His lips descend on mine, his tongue taking ownership of my mouth. Hot and throbbing, his cock stretches me so good as he slides in

  Ripping his mouth from mine, he stares into my eyes. “Love fuckin’ you bare, baby.”

  So that’s why everything feels so intense. “Yes,” I answer, frantically trying to gain some leverage.

  “Still takin’ your pills like a good girl?”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  He grunts in approval, his hands gripping my waist, holding me tight for his thrusts. I wrap my legs around him tighter and just let myself go. Dante takes a few steps closer to shore. Up and down, he guides me over his cock. I’m so close, but can’t get enough friction and whine in frustration. Dante’s eyes open, searching my face. He slows his movements and guides one hand to my clit, pressing and rubbing, while I grind my hips into him.

  He leans down; light beard stubble grazes my cheek. His tongue flicks my earlobe. “That’s it. Come all over my bare dick. Your hot fuckin’ pussy is choking my dick, baby girl. Feels so good,” he growls against my neck.

  His filthy words finally trigger my orgasm and I moan long and loud. Dante’s hands return to my hips and a few short strokes later, he comes with a roar. My forehead drops to his shoulder, while my arms hug him tight.

  Still joined together, he carries me out of the water. He sets me down on a picnic table and I sigh when we lose our connection. “Stay right there,” he orders.

  He returns with his jeans on, but unbuttoned. Droplets of water cling to his colorfully inked skin. Our clothes fisted in one hand. He takes his T-shirt and pats me dry before dressing me. When we’re both fully dressed, Dante kisses my forehead. His hand cups my cheek, thumb rubbing over my skin. I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

  “How was school today?” he asks.

  “Okay,” I murmur.

  “Anything exciting happen?”

  “Not really.”

  “That sounds like a ‘yes, but I don’t want to tell you’ to me,” he says, a dark chuckle following his words.

  Finally, opening my eyes, I glance up at him. “Athena’s mad at me because I don’t want to go to prom.”

  He cocks his head, dark eyes narrowing “Why don’t you want to go?”

  I’m shocked he’s asking. Isn’t the answer obvious? How could I go to prom with someone else? And I know there’s no way in hell he’s going to prom with me.

  “I, uh—”

  “You need a dress?”

  “Well, yes, but—”

  “What?”

  “I didn’t think you’d want to go.” There I said it.

  The laughter I expected doesn’t come. His face remains stone-cold serious. “I don’t. But that doesn’t mean you can’t go. Don’t some of you all just get together and go in groups?”

  “Yeah, I guess.” I tilt my head up. “You won’t be mad if I go?”

  His eyebrows draw down in a deep frown. “No. Why the fuck would I be mad?”

  “I don’t know.”

  He settles his big hands over my shoulders and crouches down so we’re eye to eye. “Babe, you plannin’ to fuck someone else at your prom?”

  “No! Of course not.”

  “Then why would I have a problem with it?”

  “Okay, okay.”

  He shakes his head at me. “Here, seems like a good time to give you this.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a credit card and handing it to me. My name is embossed on the front.

  “What’s this?”

  “Wanna make sure you’re taken care of when I’m outta town. Don’t want you feeling like you gotta ask me for money when you need something—like a friggin’ prom dress.” He pins me with a hard stare. “I think I can trust you not to abuse it.”

  He doesn’t phrase it as a question, but I answer anyway. “Of course not.”

  “Use it for whatever you need. Gas, food, goin’ to lunch with your friend, school stuff.” He runs a hand over my hair, picking up the strands and letting them slip through his fingers. “Buy whatever girly shit you need. It’s tied to a checking account. I’ll get an alert when the account gets below a certain amount, and stuff more cash in it. Okay?”

  This is huge. I’m completely overwhelmed. “Thank you.” My gaze drops to the ground.

  “Hey.” His knuckles brush my chin, tilting my head up. “Look at me.”

  Unable to resist the pull of his voice, I peek up at him through my lashes.

  “Told you I’d look after you and I meant it.”

  Hadn’t planned to get carried away and fuck Karina in a freezing cold lake. Seems I can be ready to stick my dick in her at any time, any place.

  The memory of being skin on skin with her has me hard again.

  The sun’s setting as we leave the park. We ride farther away from home. Part of me just wants to keep going. Start this week’s run early. Take my little bitch with me.

  But no, she ain’t ready for that. And she’s got school tomorrow.

  School. Fuckin’ hell. High school fucking prom. Can’t believe she—what? Thought I wouldn’t let her go? Fuck that. I’m half entertaining the idea of actually taking her. Wouldn’t that shock the hell out of my baby girl?

  We stop at a small sandwich shop for dinner. Both of us have soup to warm up. Watching Karina purse her sexy lips and blow on her spoon has me thinking all sorts of nasty thoughts.

  “Got homework, baby girl?”

  “A little bit.”

  Guess I’ll have to wait for my blowjob.

  “You know I’m leavin’ tomorrow mornin’ right?”

  Her lips quirk into a brief pout, but she smooths it out quickly and nods. She’s gonna miss me, but she’s tryin’ to act all brave and shit. Cute.

  “Yeah,” she answers.

  “I’ll be back Friday night. Probably late.”

  Now her mouth turns down. “Oh.”

  We get back early enough for her to finish her schoolwork. I give he
r a good face fucking before tucking her into bed. After the lights are off, she inches closer to me until I wrap her up in my arms.

  “You need to come, baby girl?”

  She whines something that sounds like a yes.

  Slipping my hand into her underwear, I find her clit and work her gently. After a couple minutes, she’s moaning, spreading her legs, and bumping her hips up.

  I’m hard as a motherfuckin’ rock already, so I pull her up on top of me. She wastes no time working my dick into her snug cunt. Riding me like she’s got a gun to her head.

  “Oh, fuck, Dante! Fuck,” she yelps. The grin on my face is huge. Not that she can tell in the dark.

  When her tight muscles spasm around me, I shoot my fuckin’ load deep inside her. Her soft little sigh as she drapes her body over mine, tightens my chest. She nuzzles against me, and presses kisses along my neck and cheek.

  “Thank you, daddy,” she whispers.

  Patting her ass, I pull her off my softening cock and she rolls to the side.

  “Will you be a good girl while I’m away?”

  “Yes, I promise.”

  I roll over to kiss her cheek and gather her close. Never fuckin’ liked sleepin’ with a woman before.

  Now, I can’t sleep unless I got my girl in my arms.

  I’m so excited to get home this afternoon. Dante texted this morning and said he should be home for dinner. He has to stop at the clubhouse first and then he’s coming home to spend the weekend with me.

  Before leaving for school, I pulled out a crock-pot and threw in a package of chicken breasts. As soon as I get home, I add in a jar of green salsa, jalapenos, an onion, and some other ingredients. I realize I’m missing a few things, so I grab my purse and run down to the local market.

  When I get back, a motorcycle I don’t recognize is in the driveway. At first, I’m scared. Then I see Logan sitting on the porch. As much as we don’t seem to get along lately, he’d never hurt me.

  “What are you doing here?” I call out. Walking around to the back of my car, I pull out my grocery bags.

  Logan stomps down off the porch. “So it’s true? You really are living with him?”

  “Yes.” I barely hold in my gasp when I take in his face. The fight he got into with Dante last week was pretty bad, but he should have healed by now.

  “What happened?”

  “Got into some trouble on the run I just got back from.”

  I don’t know what to say to that.

  He jerks his chin. “He buy you a fuckin’ car?”

  I’m not liking his tone, but I answer anyway. “Yeah, so I can get to school.”

  “Christ, Karina, I never pictured you turnin’ into a fuckin’ whore.”

  Pain slashes through me. He’s taking the nice things Dante’s done for me and turning them into something ugly. Even though he can be pretty kinky, Dante’s never once made me feel dirty or ashamed about anything. With one sentence, Logan makes me doubt everything.

  I’m furious, but I don’t know how to respond.

  “Don’t be such an asshole,” I finally snap back.

  He shakes his head as he approaches me. “Dante sent me. Club’s on lockdown. Go inside and grab some stuff. I gotta bring you to our safe house.”

  What? What the hell does that mean? And I don’t believe for a second Dante would trust Logan to take me anywhere.

  “Why didn’t he call and tell me himself?”

  Logan rolls his eyes like I’m the stupidest girl he’s ever met. “He ain’t got time to deal with you. This is big shit he’s gotta handle. Be thankful he even remembered to send me at all.”

  Tears sting my eyes. While that’s probably true, it hurts to hear it. Especially from Logan.

  He rests his hands on my shoulders and stares into my eyes. Maybe he senses his harsh words hurt my feelings, because his tone is much gentler. “Come on. Go grab enough stuff to get you through to Monday. Dante’s going to meet us up there.”

  “Maybe I should call him and see if he wants me to bring anything for him?”

  “Can’t. He’s in a meeting with Romeo. Won’t answer his phone. Go on, hurry up.”

  Something’s wrong. But I’m not sure what to do. As soon as I get upstairs, I lock myself in the bathroom and try to call Dante. It goes straight to voicemail. In the past, Dante has explained all the guys hand over their cell phones before sitting down for “church”.

  Maybe Logan is telling the truth.

  I speak as softly as possible, in case Logan followed me inside. “Dante, it’s me. Logan’s here. He says you sent him to take me to a safe house because the club is on lockdown? Are you sure you want me to go with him? I don’t know—”

  “Karina! Let’s go!” Logan shouts from downstairs.

  “If you get this in the next few minutes, text me and let me know it’s okay to go with him,” I say in a rush and hit end.

  I stare at my phone for a few seconds. Something doesn’t feel right. There are probably twenty other people Dante would choose to come get me before going to Logan. But what if he did send him because something so bad is going down? He had no choice?

  Without realizing it, my hand’s squeezing my phone so tight, my fingers press the volume button down and the phone buzzes in my hand, startling me. I stare at it again, willing it to ring.

  Banging on the bathroom door rattles me so hard I drop the phone. “Karina, stop fucking around, we gotta go. What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to the bathroom. Jeez, give me a minute!” I shout back.

  Jamming my phone into my pocket, I hustle over and flush the toilet. While running the water, I grab a few things I think I’ll need. My birth control pills for sure. Vitamins, face wash, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, soap. I glance at Dante’s side of the vanity. He’d probably like some of his stuff too, right? I grab shaving cream, a razor, his toothbrush…and that’s all I can think of. I shove everything into a couple cosmetic bags and exit the bathroom.

  Logan’s standing in the middle of the room staring at the bed.

  “What are you doing in here?” I ask.

  “I can’t believe you really fucking sleep with him, Karina.”

  Brushing past him, I dump my armload on the bed. “That’s none of your business.”

  “Come on, hurry up.”

  “I’m hurrying.” Snatching my backpack off the floor, I stuff some clothes in. Logan finally wanders out and I scurry over to Dante’s nightstand. Yanking open the drawer, I grab the small bottle of lube and the jeweled anal plug. No reason we can’t have fun while we’re hiding out—or whatever this is about. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees what I brought.

  I pull out my phone and check it one last time. Nothing from Dante. This time I shoot him a quick text.

  Leaving house w/Logan now. See u soon.

  For some reason, I mute the phone before sticking it back in my pocket.

  Logan’s waiting on the front porch, and takes my backpack when I step outside. He holds out his hand. “Give me your phone, and I’ll let Dante know we’re leaving.”

  No way am I handing over my phone to him.

  “Oh, shoot, I forgot it.” I turn to go back inside, but he stops me.

  “Don’t worry about it. I got mine. Just need to charge it.”

  “Okay.”

  His gaze darts back and forth between his bike and my car. “We’ll take your car.”

  “Okay.”

  He seems indecisive. “I’ll drive.”

  “Fine.” I tug the keys out of my pocket and hand them over.

  All hell broke loose on Hemi’s Mexican run. The fucker got out of jail and made it over the border. But he’s been MIA since.

  Romeo’s fuckin’ livid.

  We’re all sittin’ around the table trying to figure out what to do. Little fucker was supposed to be bringin’ a package back with him and no one knows if it was confiscated when he got picked up.

  “All right, let’s se
t that aside,” Romeo orders, taking control of the meeting once again. He points at me. “How’d it go?”

  “In and out.”

  “Any witnesses?”

  “Fuck no.” I pull out the envelope of cash I collected after the job and toss it on the table.

  Romeo hands it off to our treasurer, Savage. I know I’ll get my cut before I leave this room, so I ain’t too worried.

  I flick my wrist over to see the time—something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Romeo. Karina should be home from school by now. Missed my girl and want to get home to see her. Hemi goin’ missing is fuckin’ up my afternoon plans.

  Romeo dismisses everyone except our VP—Wolf, road captain—Whip, Savage, Viper, Luck, and me.

  Romeo points at Savage and jerks his head at me. Savage hands over my envelope of cash, which I stuff into an inside pocket of my cut.

  “What’re we gonna do ‘bout Hemi?” Luck asks.

  Romeo shakes his head, and then nods at Wolf.

  “Boy was shook up, but we made it across the border fine. He fuckin’ split when we stopped for a refuel.”

  “Could he have been grabbed?” Whip asks.

  Wolf shrugs. “I guess. But his bike was gone, too. I wasn’t in the store but a minute.”

  Savage glances my way. “He think we’re gonna be mad he got picked up?”

  “How the fuck should I know?” I growl. “Ain’t no reason to take off like a pussy. We’ve all done our time. Kinda a given in our line of work.”

  Romeo smirks at that. “I got feelers out to our supports and other charters from here to the border.”

  Viper finally decides to add his two cents. “Maybe he met up with a hot piece of ass and wanted to get laid instead of comin’ and gettin’ bitched out here. He spent lots of time bitching about the lack of pussy on our last run.”

  “That better be it,” Romeo says.

  Because nothing else makes sense. Unless he decided to turn on us.

  Romeo releases us with an order to stay close.