by London Casey
I slid my right hand up her back and turned away from the door. I walked her to the bed and put her down, gently easing my cock out of her.
I stood there as I stripped myself naked, watching the most beautiful woman I’d ever been with as she lay there naked, waiting for me. Her knees bent, her legs open, not afraid to show herself to me. She was soaking wet, glistening against the light, her sweet honey damn near dripping out of her body.
I dropped my leather cut to the floor and tore off my shirt. I fell to my knees before her and grabbed her legs. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and my mouth demanded a drink from her sweet fountain.
My tongue flickered, just to hear that sound, and then I engulfed her. I sucked against her folds, feeling her rock against my mouth. The tip of my tongue sliced up to her clit and I wrote my fucking name ten times, just to remind her who owned this pussy.
My hands traveled up her body, cupping her breasts. I felt the hardness of her nipples as they rubbed against the palms of my hands.
Once I had my fill I started to kiss up her body. Along her soft mound. Against her belly. I playfully kissed around her belly button, making her flutter and wiggle. I then kissed up to her right breast, taking it into my mouth. I pressed my body against hers, feeling between her legs. I rolled her nipple between my teeth until she cried my name, digging her fingers to the back of my head. I then pulled away and continued my climb until my mouth connected with hers again.
I kept my knees bent and the second my cock felt the wet warmth between her legs, I fucked forward and went right back to work.
Dakota arched her back and threw her hands out to the bed, clawing at the sheets. I straightened my arms, holding her by her ribs. I fucked like I would never have the chance to do it again. And, shit, for all I knew then, that could have been fucking true.
Her breasts danced with my thrusts. My cock slammed in and out of her with a beautiful wet sound that filled the room along with her groans and my grunts.
I then slid my hands up to her neck and gently cradled her face. My fingers eased around to the back of her head. I pulled at her as I fucked, feeling everything her perfect body had to offer.
This was beyond sex. More than a great fuck. This was the woman I loved. This was the woman that gave me a son. This was the woman that I would die for.
I grunted as I thrust harder at her.
My emotions were building and completely out of control. I never felt like that with a woman before.
Dakota clamped her hands to my arms and started to pull. She was gasping for air, groaning, climbing up me. When our eyes met, it was like a feeling that I never knew existed. Whatever came after love, that was the moment right there.
I hurried to grab her, holding, one hand at her back, the other at her face.
I continued to pump in and out of her, slowing as I fucked her, feeling my cock reaching the no turning back moment. I thrust forward one more time and held there as my cock exploded inside her. My right hand was down at the small of her back, keeping her tight against me.
Dakota groaned as she rocked her hips, her pussy grinding against every inch of my cock.
My left hand held her jaw as I kissed her, taking my time, loving each second as I tasted her mouth and came inside her.
I stood right there at the edge of the bed, holding her, knowing we were both a sweaty mess of hot sex.
And it was fucking beautiful.
When I finished coming, I carried her all the way to the top of the bed. I placed her down and peeled the covers back, making sure my woman was going to be safe and warm. She stared up at me, her fingers slowly tracing my face. I dipped down and kissed her again.
I pulled the covers up and rolled her to her side. I sat on the bed next to her and touched her shoulder.
“Fuck, darling,” I whispered. “I’ll fight for that for the rest of my life.”
“Good,” she said. “And I like that… the rest of your life. You and me.”
“And our son,” I said.
“Our family.”
“Get some sleep.” I stood and turned the light off.
As I stood there in the darkness of the bedroom, the only light a small red light on the baby monitor, I was butt naked. Dakota fell asleep as I stood there. I opened the nightstand drawer and took out a gun. I curled my lip.
I was back.
The outlaw… was back.
And there was blood to be shed.
chapter twenty-eight.
(dakota)
I woke up to Kye still asleep. On his back, his beautifully chiseled face resting. Even while sleeping he looked like a total bad ass. The sheet was down, just above his stomach. I touched his chest and traced the lines of his muscles. He was built like a fucking steel wall.
It was sexy.
So sexy.
I leaned over and planted a kiss on Kye’s chest.
Then I snuck out of bed and found clothes to put on before I put my robe back on. The only thing I remembered from the night before was Kye having me and then I slept like a baby.
A baby.
My baby.
Ellis.
“Shit,” I whispered.
What kind of mother was I?
I hurried out of the room and to the nursery.
The crib was empty.
I took to the stairs and found Ellis and Debbie on the couch. She was feeding him.
“Morning sunshine,” she said.
I ran a hand through my messy hair. “Last night. Did he get up at all?”
“Yeah. A few times.”
“Debbie… I’m so sorry… I was so tired…”
“Don’t be sorry to me,” she said.
“What? Why?”
Debbie smiled. “I didn’t get up with Ellis. Kye did.”
“Kye did?”
“I heard Ellis fussing and I snuck up the steps. Kye was taking care of him. I heard Ellis about ten minutes ago and when I went up, nobody was there. I figured you were sleeping and Kye needed some rest. Crazy night, huh?”
I felt heat rush to my cheeks.
Had Debbie heard me and Kye?
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Just everything yesterday. I’m still in shock. I don’t even want to know how this plays out.”
“Oh, yeah. Right.”
“There’s still two guys in the driveway.”
I walked to the window and looked out. Sure enough there were two guys standing next to motorcycles. One was smoking. The other stood with his back to the house, his leather cut all black with the outline of what looked like there used to be a big patch there.
They were protecting me. Protecting Debbie. Protecting my family.
They were protecting Kye because that was their job.
It was really sexy to think about, you know? That people would give their lives to help Kye. That’s the kind of power he commanded as a member of the MC. I didn’t understand the whole picture, and maybe I never would, but I understood some of it. What the brotherhood meant. What the respect meant. What it all meant to Kye.
It was his job and his life.
“Want some coffee?” Debbie asked.
“I’ll get it,” I said. “Let me have my son for a second.”
I scooped up Ellis from Debbie and held him tight as I walked to the kitchen. I poured myself coffee and went to the table.
Debbie joined me and she got right to the point. “What happens now?”
“Kye does what he does best,” I said.
“And you’re okay with all of it?”
“I don’t have a choice, Debbie. Not after what happened.”
“I’ll be here to help until the dust settles,” she said. “I already talked to my boss. Made it clear that my family needed me.”
“Family?”
Debbie leaned against the table so she could reach me. She grabbed my hand. “You’re my family, Dakota. You. Ellis. Even Kye, I guess. I love you all. You know, there was just something about you that first ti
me you came into the office. I just felt something. I’m always friendly, but something about you… and look how it turned out.”
“You saved me,” I said. “And my son.”
The two of us then sat there, getting teary eyed.
I grew up without much in life, let alone a family. But now a family had pieced itself together right before my eyes.
“Everything okay here?” a rough voice asked.
Kye stood there, a t-shirt clinging tight to his morning muscles. His scruffy face, messy hair, and panty-soaking eyes added to the mix, leaving me almost breathless.
“Just fine,” Debbie said. “Coffee’s in the kitchen.”
“Thanks,” Kye said.
As he poured a mug, I looked back and said, “No work at the garage today…”
Kye turned with a grin. “I told you, I got fired.”
“I hope you went out in style,” Debbie said.
“I threw a wrench at my boss,” Kye said. “Then I made him piss himself.”
“Yeah, I guess that counts as style,” Debbie said.
“What if he calls the cops?” I asked.
Kye walked to me and touched my shoulder. “Don’t worry, darling, he’s not calling the cops. That’s the least of our worries here.”
“Speaking of which,” Debbie said. She raised an eyebrow at Kye.
“I just need you to stay here,” Kye said. “I have to meet with the club and we all go from there. Prospects and patched in guys will be circling around.”
I touched Kye’s hand. Then Ellis grabbed my hand.
Debbie got up from the table. “I’m going to take a shower. Collect my thoughts.”
“Thanks for the coffee,” Kye said.
“Thanks for the protection,” Debbie threw back with a grin.
Kye grabbed a chair and spun it around and straddled it. He gently stroked my face and then did the same to Ellis’s face.
“This is crazy,” I whispered.
“It is,” Kye said. “But it’s going to work out. We know everything we need to know right now.”
“What does that mean?”
“That means what it means,” Kye said. “Darling, be careful with questions, okay? I don’t want you to get upset. I don’t want you to get scared. Right now I need you to focus on being a mother to Ellis.”
“I don’t want to let him go,” I admitted. “For a second.”
“Then don’t,” Kye said. He stood up and reached into his pocket. He took out a wad of cash and tossed it to the table. “There’s enough there to cover any expenses you have for a few weeks. I need you to clear your mind.”
“I don’t give a damn about money, Kye,” I said. “I care about you. I don’t want to live without you again. That’s what I care about.” I sucked in a breath to try and hold it together. I held Ellis tighter, gently rocking him left to right. “I didn’t ask you to hide me from the club out of spite. I didn’t ask you to leave the club to be mean. I did it because I care about you. Because I want to be greedy for once in my life. All I’ve ever done is give to people. And even now, as a mother… not that I would ever say that in a bad way… but you know what I mean, right?”
“I do, darling.”
“So I want to be greedy. I want to steal you, Kye. I want to keep you to myself. Never let you go.”
Kye grinned. He touched my face again. “Dakota, that’s exactly what I want, too. But you know the way life goes. The way it twists and turns. That’s why I like riding. Leaning into the twists and turns, tempting it all. It’s how I’ve always survived and how I will continue to survive.”
I saw Kye nod and I looked down.
Ellis was falling asleep, staring right at Kye.
“He likes your voice,” I whispered.
Kye stood up and moved the chair. He pulled me to my feet. We stood there, the three of us, and Kye kept talking.
“So there are times I have to go, but I’ll always come back. You can’t let for a second an ounce of doubt creep in and take over. Ever. Doubt is what the reaper licks before he feeds. That won’t happen in my family.”
Kye leaned in and kissed me.
“You put your son back to sleep,” I whispered.
“Good. Now put him down in the crib. I haven’t properly said good morning to you yet.”
**
His hands traced down my body to my hips. My toes curled, not liking my hips, but loving the way Kye touched me. Slowly, his left hand slipped to my ass while his right hand inched closer to my sex. His fingertips explored my arousal, but only for a few moments before plunging into me. We both knew the importance of time and that right then we didn’t have as much as we wanted.
His mouth attached to mine but that didn’t last long. Slowly, he kissed down my neck to my chest. I put my head back and let out a sigh.
Was there a better way to start a morning?
Kiss after kiss, leading down to my tender breast. His tongue flicked against my nipple before he engulfed me. I then had his fingers digging inside my ass, thrusting me forward to his other fingers deep inside my sex. And his outlaw mouth sucking against my breast.
I bit my lip and ended up moving to my toes, desperate to scream. But I had to hold in my scream, not wanting to disturb anyone in the house.
I thought my body was going to explode, but at the last second, Kye turned me and put me on the bed. A wave of relief soared through my body as I put my feet on the bed and lifted my hips into the air.
Kye stood before the bed and hurried to drop his pants. His beautiful cock was rock hard, pointing straight at me.
I reached for him, my fingers sliding over the engorged head of his dick. I grabbed at his shaft, jerking him, pulling him, wanting him inside me. But Kye just stood there, teasing me. He leaned over me, fists on the bed, those wild eyes of his burning down at me. I reached with both hands to his cock, one hand playing with his root, the other twisting at the soft ridge of his head. My hips gently rocked up and down, waiting for him.
“I fucking love you, Dakota,” Kye said. “I want you to know that. This is forever.”
“I know, Kye. I know. I want this forever,” I said.
Both of my hands synced up. Stroking every perfect inch of Kye’s shaft. My arms pressed my breasts together, making them gently dance as I pleasured him.
Kye sucked in a breath and hissed. “Fuck, darling. You keep that up and this isn’t going to last very long.”
“Good,” I said. “We don’t have much time.”
Kye lowered himself to my body. I purposely left one hand between my legs so I could feel him enter my body and feel his shaft with my hand. It was like a double sensation for me as I shivered, accepting his cock.
Inch by inch, he sank himself to the hilt and then held there.
My body quivered from the inside out as his muscular chest pressed against my bare breasts. Kye then kissed me and started to fuck me. Each thrust harder and more powerful than the previous. Each time I needed to scream, Kye was there to kiss me, muffling the sound. I clawed at the sheets but found no excitement in that so I set my nails to his steel-like back. I pulled at Kye, keeping my body as tight as possible to his. All I could smell was the scent of our sex and the manly smell of his outlaw body. When he pounded forward, I groaned, feeling myself ready to let go over and over. Kye was the only man who could make me come more than once… hell, Kye made me come for what felt like hours.
I brought my left heel to his ass, feeling his cheek flex when he thrust forward.
His mouth kissed down to my breasts again, taking care of each one, leaving me with my back arched, gasping for air as another orgasm surged through my body.
It was right then when Kye reached his own climax, leaving my inner thighs shuddering as I took all of him inside me, over and over, feeling him thrust, throb, pulse, and groan as he came.
I forced myself to look at him, my lips and tongue demanding another taste of his mouth.
As I kissed Kye, I felt a stray tear escape the co
rner of my eye.
I trusted Kye with everything in my heart. I believed he would leave and come back. Hell, he had survived prison, right?
But I couldn’t help but be greedy. I had never experienced love before until I met Kye and gave birth to Ellis.
Plus, what woman didn’t want an outlaw to themselves?
But I knew the truth… Kye had to go be an outlaw. He had to fight whatever was waiting. Not only because he was meant to fight but because he was fighting for me, for Ellis, for our family.
I held Kye tight as he continued to love me, his thrusts slowing by the second.
We kept kissing, letting the seconds fall away.
I told myself I wouldn’t cry in front of Kye. I’d wait until he was gone.
I hated the feeling in my gut though… the one that told me something really bad was going to happen.
**
I was on a sex high for the rest of the morning.
Ellis only napped for thirty minutes before getting up, ready for some food.
Debbie and I spent the morning into the afternoon drinking coffee and trying to shake away the notion that there were bikers in the driveway protecting us and that there were people out there who possibly wanted us dead.
I put Ellis on the floor to play and he ended up falling back asleep. I took the opportunity then to grab Ellis’s baby album and plopped it on the table in front of Debbie. I then poured two glasses of water with lemon.
“No more coffee,” I said. “We’re going to end up blowing out our hearts. Let’s look at pictures instead. We need to smile.”
I had started the album long before Debbie was such a crucial part of my life. The ultrasound pictures. Little things that I wrote about what was happening in the world when I was pregnant. I even had a folded up note to Ellis about Kye. It was a mushy love letter that painted his father as a good man and not some criminal outlaw. The end of the letter professed my love for Kye and no matter what, I would promise to raise Ellis into a good, strong, and honest man.
Debbie read the letter and then looked at me. “And you wonder why I never had a doubt.”
“What?”
“Look at this. The way you feel about him. The way he feels about you. That’s all that matters. I told you that for months. Yet you knew it long before then.”
