by Nicole Fox
He leaned down and kissed her again, this time running his tongue over her lips, encouraging them to open. He pushed his tongue past her parted lips, and their tongues danced as they held each other close on the bed.
She ran her hands over his body, touched his face, as they continued to make out on the bed. Their kisses weren't as rushed as their first time, or their second. This was caring, considerate, like their kiss this morning.
He reached for the hem of her shirt, slid his hand beneath the cloth and over her creamy, perfect skin.
She shivered under his touch, moaned a little as he pulled her shirt up and over her head.
Danny looked down at her. He'd never felt this way about a woman. They'd all been flings in the past. Now, though, he could see a whole new world stretching out in front of him, like an endless highway rolling out under the vault of a perfect blue sky. And, for once, this road was one that he didn't have to ride down with just the members of the Fallen Knights.
“What?” she asked quizzically as she looked up at him. She must have seen something in his eyes.
“Nothing,” he replied in a husky voice, and leaned down to kiss her again.
Her arms came up around his back, brushing over his bruised ribs and arms.
He didn't flinch, though. He just pulled her tighter to him, her closeness and the perfection of her body clouding any pain he felt.
She pulled him onto the bed with her, rolled him over onto his back. She was over him, kissing his bruised shoulder and arms, her hands on his stomach and chest. Her lips moved to his nipple, circled it with her tongue, as her hand moved down to the top of his jeans.
He reached behind her and deftly unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts.
She undid his belt and unsnapped his jeans as she pulled back from his embrace.
He pulled her bra off and tossed it aside, replacing the flimsy lingerie with a rough, callused hand.
She arched into his grasp, moaning deep in her chest as he rubbed a rough palm across her nipple. Her hand worked the zipper down on his jeans and snaked inside, wrapping herself around his thickness.
“I just love the feel of you,” she whispered as she began to stroke him.
He groaned as her long, cool fingers encircled him. He reached up and pulled her mouth back down to his, crushing her lips as she slowly worked on his manhood.
She pulled back, giving them both a chance to gasp for breath. She began to unsnap her jeans, saying, “I want you to take me like the first time we were together.” She pulled her hand from his pants, unzipped her jeans, began to shimmy out of them.
Danny let her go long enough to get out of his own boots and clothes, leaving everything in a pile. Naked, they reached for each other again, their bodies melting together, their hands roaming over each other.
“Like this?” Danny asked as he gathered up her hands and put them behind her head.
She nodded and moaned as he positioned himself between her thighs, his hard cock at her belly button. “Just like that,” she said as she struggled against his hands.
He crushed her lips again with his, kissing her hard, before breaking away to allow his mouth to travel the rest of her. With his hands still pinning her wrists to the mattress, he traveled to one heaving breast, then the other, his tongue circling her hard nipples, his teeth grazing over them.
She arched into his mouth, moaning as she pressed more of her into his hungry mouth, begging him not to stop. He slipped his free hand between her legs, rubbing two fingers up and down her wet slit.
She was dripping with want, with need, and she spread her slim thighs wider for him. He wet his fingers and traveled up, circled her clit, teased her. She groaned and moved her hips to the tune he was playing, begging for more of his touch. He leaned forward, kissed her again as he traced a circle around her clit with the tip of a finger.
She moaned as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Soon, she nearly screamed as her whole body contorted under his tender touches, her slight form shaking as she came on his attentive hand.
Danny reached down and grabbed his cock, directing the head to her. She was spread wide for him like a flower, and he wanted to be inside her more than anything. More than he wanted a child with her, more than he wanted his inheritance. He just wanted to feel that sweet release as he pumped into her and filled her with his seed.
“Please, Danny,” she whispered as his lips left hers, “please make love to me.”
He nodded. She bit her lip and sucked in a relieved breath, arched her back as he traced the head of his cock up and down her lips. He gazed into her eyes, falling into them, as he pushed forward and slid into her.
Her sex swallowed him whole, like they were made to be together. She lifted first one leg, then the other, and hooked them together over his lower back. She struggled against his hand holding her wrists together, just enough to test his bonds.
He groaned as he slid in and out of her, as she met each of his thrusts with one of her own. There was nothing raw and primal about this. Instead, their bodies moving against one another were just the actions of two humans, showing each other how beautiful love making could be.
They kissed again, their tongues entwining as Danny picked up his pace.
She groaned as her pussy contracted around his rod, squeezing him like a velvet glove. She bit his lower lip as he pulled away, moaning as her body was wracked with another orgasm.
“I'm close,” he whispered.
“Please, finish inside me,” she moaned again, stretching her neck up to kiss his lips again. “I want our baby, Danny.”
He kissed her back with a passionate need as he felt his orgasm building up inside. He pushed into her full and fast, loving the way her lips felt as he slid out and over his manhood. He moved his lips to her neck, bit her lightly, and began to groan as he felt an intense orgasm let go.
“Oh God,” she moaned in his ear as he began to explode inside of her. “You feel so amazing, don't stop, please.”
He began to move his hips again, each thrust bringing a little more ecstasy as he pumped himself inside of her. He didn't know if he was supposed to feel this way anymore. He knew love hadn't been part of the bargain, but could it . . .
He let go of her wrists and collapsed on to his side.
They lay there, gasping for a while.
After a few minutes apart, she pulled herself to him, snuggling into his naked body, nuzzling into his shoulder with her arms around his neck. When they'd first slept together, that little gesture would have freaked him out. But now, he just wrapped an arm around her slim waist and pulled her closer for another kiss.
She virtually purred against his side like a content feline as their lips parted. “That was amazing,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “It was.”
They lay together, soaking up each other’s warmth, enjoying the quiet. After a moment, though, Danny had to break the silence. “I have to go soon,” he said. “I have to go see after Jed.”
“I know,” she replied. “You need to take care of them, even if your mom thinks she has it handled. I like that you care for your own.”
“Really?” he asked, not sure how to react. Women he'd been with in the past, they would have tore his throat out for fucking and leaving like this. Especially after the experience had been so intense. “You understand?”
“I had fucked up parents, Danny,” she said. Her voice was even, but still sounded pained. “They put their happiness above their own kid's. You aren't perfect, and I get that. But, still, you're better than any man I've ever been with.”
He sat there in silence, taking in what she'd just said. Maybe she actually got him? Maybe she actually understood how he felt, how loyal he was to his family and his brothers in the MC.
He gave her one last squeeze and another kiss. “I should go.”
“If you need anything, let me know,” Sara whispered back and kissed him again.
He smiled down at her and crawled out of bed
to pull his clothes back on.
Outside, the night air hit his face, and he grinned again. Next stop, the clubhouse to pick up his bike. After that, his mom's.
Chapter Twenty-One
Sara
She hadn't responded to any of Penny's text messages, not since they'd gotten into the argument about Danny and Sara's life choices. So, she actually wasn't too surprised that Penny decided to just show up at her apartment, unannounced.
“I didn't want to give you a way out,” Penny said, smiling a little as Sara sipped on the pumpkin spice latte she'd brought her.
Sara frowned. “Come on, it's not like I ducked out the back window or something when you showed up.”
Penny rolled her eyes. “Only because you have those spiky bushes outside your bedroom window. I checked.”
Sara laughed and shook her head. “Look. I'm sorry, okay?” She reached across the small table and touched her friend's hand. “I didn't mean to avoid you. I just . . . well, the last time we saw each other, we fought. And, well, you were kind of right.”
“Kind of right?” Penny asked, raising her eyebrow. “About what?”
“About the whole Danny thing. I mean, I'm coming to terms with it, now. But, yeah, I didn't know what I was getting wrapped up in.”
“So, I was completely right?”
Sara half-smiled. “Sort of.” She exhaled a deep sigh. “I mean, he's a biker alright. But . . .”
“But?”
“But, I think he really cares about me. I mean, I'm pretty sure he does.”
“You're staying with him, then?”
Sara made a face.
“What?” Penny asked.
“There's just that one little sticking point . . .”
“Go on.”
“It's kind of up to him, I think. It's like, it's there sometimes. But, then, things gets complicated.”
“How so?”
“Well, we'll be having a moment, just talking. Then, he's gotta go. I mean, I understand, he's a man with a lot of loyalty to his family. And, I guess, the club is his family, too.”
“I just don't think I could do it,” Penny said after a moment of thought.
Sara grinned. “But, seriously, the sex. I don't know if I could live without it anymore. It's just . . .” She shivered at the thought.
“Really?” Penny asked, her eyes lighting up. “Does he have any friends?”
Sara laughed. “A whole club, girl. Think you could handle a guy like that?”
Her friend laughed. “I might be up for a try.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Danny
“How you holding up, big guy?” Danny asked his pale, sweating brother. “You handling it okay?”
Jed nodded. “Aches and sweats. But, I'm kicking it, you know.”
He looked better than he had a couple days before, when Danny and the guys had dragged him out of that crappy apartment, but he still hadn't come all the way back. But, undeniably, there was progress. He was still in bed, wrapped up in a heavy quilt and comforter against the perceived chill.
The room, though, was sweltering to Danny, who was seated in a chair he'd dragged in from the kitchen. “Where's mom?” Jed asked as he reached for a glass of water on his old childhood nightstand.
“Out getting groceries and stuff. Should be home soon, I think.”
“So, she sent you here to watch me?” Jed asked as he brought the glass to his cracked lips.
“No,” Danny said, grinning. “I ditched Sara to come here, actually. Just wanted to see you, that's all. Probably see a lot of me this week.”
“Sara? The girl from the alley?”
Danny nodded. “Yeah.”
“She's hot, dude.”
Danny gave a little smile. “Yeah, yeah she is.”
“What the fuck's she doing with a guy like you?” Jed asked.
He laughed. “Uh, it's complicated.”
“Lemme guess,” Jed said with a wry smile, “you're paying her.” He laughed when he saw the look on Danny's face.
Danny couldn't help but laugh with him. He couldn't really do anything else. He couldn't just outright lie to his brother. But, also, he couldn't just tell him the truth. Telling him the truth would be . . . awkward. So, the best solution was to just join him, and let the question drift off and die on its own.
“It's good to see you back,” Danny said, changing the subject.
“Don't lie, man. I've seen myself in a mirror already.”
“You think about it still?”
“Every second of every day, so far,” Jed said, then gave a dry cough. “This is just fucking miserable, you know? Like, out there, living on the street, scraping to get by. At least I had smack to make me feel good. Here, I'm in a dry bed, with a roof over my head, but I know that I'm not going to feel that anymore.”
Danny pressed his lips together into a thin line. “Still got your bike in storage somewhere?”
Jed shook his head. “Had to sell it a couple years back. Brittney racked up some payday loan debt, and I needed to help her out to keep the car.”
“Fucking bitch,” Danny said, shaking his head. “Convinced you to sell your fucking bike?”
“Yeah,” his brother said and got a distant look on his face. “I still can't believe I was with that bitch for so long. But, you know, look it where it got me, right?”
Danny shook his head again. “You'll get back up. Fallen Knights will see to it. Soon as you detox a little, we'll get you out on a bike, too.”
“Think they'll take me back?”
“Not patched or anything. But, you're family. All the guys are pulling for you. I mean, Thorn is one of the guys who came out to get you.”
“I've just let them all down, Danny. I feel like a piece of shit.”
Danny shrugged. “Yeah, you turned your back on them.” He leaned forward, looked his brother straight in the eyes. “But, you know what?”
“What?”
“Oil's thicker than blood, brother.”
“Yeah. I remember.” Jed smiled a tight little smile, his lips pressed so hard together they nearly turned white. “I don't deserve it, though.”
“That's why you rejoin as a pledge, man. Work your way back, same as you did before. They'll be happy to have you.”
Both brothers heard Cathey pull up out front. Danny went to stand up. “I'm gonna help Mom grab the groceries. I hate watching her lift all that shit.”
“You want some help?”
“Nah, I got it. Stay in here, rest up, man.”
As Danny turned to leave, Jed rolled over on his side and pulled the blanket up to his chin.
“Hey Danny?”
“Yeah, bro?”
“I didn't say it earlier . . . but, thank you. It's good to be home.”
“I know, man.”
Danny stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him.
The back door that led off the kitchen opened. “Danny? Help me with the groceries, honey?”
“Be right there, Mom,” he said as he headed into the kitchen. He went past her and headed out to her old sedan to start grabbing the groceries. He brought in the paper grocery sacks two at a time, all six of them.
“You feeding a damn army, Mom?” he asked when he came back inside for the last time.
“What?” Cathey asked with a laugh as she continued to put up the groceries he'd brought in. “Of course not. But, I figured you'd be here more often, at least while your brother's resting up and getting better.”
He went to help her put up the groceries, but she fussed him away. “I've got it. I'm not elderly.”
She was right, too. She had a certain vibrancy to her that hadn't been there in years. Now, with Jed back under her roof, she seemed to have a new lease on life. Even her frailty seemed lessened. Sure, she still needed medical help, but her sickness wasn't as painfully obvious as the week before.
“You been talking to Jed?” she asked as Danny sat down at the small kitchen table and began to watch
her work.
“Yeah, just seeing how he's doing. Not pressing too much on anything, not yet.”
“And?”
Danny shrugged. “He's sobering up and getting over an addiction. But, he's a Reynolds, after all. He'll power through it.”
Cathey grunted. “I just wish he hadn't powered through and picked up the damn thing to begin with.”
