Mark Of A Scarred Warrior (Iron Dogz MC Book 5)

by René Van Dalen

  With the next pulse of his hips he notched the head of his cock just inside of her and pushed. Incredible warmth and tight muscle surrounded his tunnelling cock and he dropped his head and pulled a nipple deep into his mouth and sucked as he rocked himself deeper and deeper into the tightest pussy he had ever been in.

  It was so hot, so wet and so fucking tight. As he slid in and out he promised himself that he wouldn’t stay long. He swore he would pull out and grab a condom, but he just needed a little more of this incredible feeling. A feeling unlike any he had ever felt before. The only other woman he had ever been bare inside of had never felt like this. Tight, hot and so wet they were both being coated by the juices flowing from her pussy. He fucking loved it.

  And then her pussy spasmed around him and it was all over. There was no way he could pull out now. They became lost in the push and pull, the soft and the hard, the wet sounds, and the heat, the incredible heat.

  Scar couldn’t stop. He moaned out loud as he pumped into her and loved the way she hissed and groaned. He fucking loved the way her hands grabbed onto his ass cheeks and urged him on. He felt his climax gathering momentum as he started to lose his rhythm but he kept fucking hard into the best pussy in the world. He knew the minute her orgasm hit because she clamped down around his dick like a fucking steel trap and all he could do was power through her pulsing and clasping pussy. He was rough and took her as hard as he could before he slammed deep and lost himself inside her. Coming long, and hard and it felt so good, so very fucking good.

  He was covered in sweat when he slowly collapsed over her, mingling the sweat on their bodies as he lay his head down against her neck and gave a deep groan. Her answer was a deep contented sigh.

  It felt like hours later when he lifted his head and looked into her sex drunk eyes.

  “That was so damned good, Liah. So very, very fucking good.” He kissed her softly and whispered against her lips. “I want to do it again. I want to take you over and over all night long.”

  “And I want you to do it. I want you to take me over and over all night long.”

  Kissing her deep he lifted his head and smiled. “Then that’s what will happen, baby.”

  He had no idea how many times he took her during the night, it felt like he was constantly inside her. Constantly turning her to him or taking her from behind or having her straddle him. They did it all until they were both sore from over use. He fell asleep still inside her after the last time he took her.

  Now he was awake with a soft woman in his arms, both of them sticky and sweaty after a night spent fucking the hell out of each other.

  Sticky and sweaty.

  Sticky and sweaty. Why did that sound so ominous?

  Sticky? Fuck, he was sticky, she was sticky. He hadn’t used condoms with her.

  Laying there he contemplated the shit storm it could turn into. It took him a few moments to realise he wasn’t freaking out. He lay there knowing he had come inside her more than once or twice and for some reason he wasn’t worried. She was most probably on birth control. Plus with his fucking low sperm count it would be a fucking miracle if she fell pregnant.

  “I’m all sweaty and sticky.” She suddenly said as she stretched and groaned. “And sore.”

  Laying his face against her neck he chuckled. ‘Me too, baby. Want to share a shower with me?”

  “Yes.” She whispered.

  After they showered and got dressed they fed a slightly pissed off Brutus and made breakfast, chatting as if they had known each other for ever. As if this was a normal Sunday morning for them. But it wasn’t. It was their first Sunday together.

  And that’s when it hit. This wasn’t real. She didn’t really belong to him, it was all a pretence, a pretence to get his fucking brother and soon to be ex-wife off his back.

  His fork paused on the way to his mouth as a thought occurred to him.

  What if they tried this? What if he tried a relationship with her?

  Instantly he felt his chest clench as the word relationship rang in his head.

  No. No, he wasn’t ready. Not yet. Not now, not for a while yet.

  Their easy morning went from easy to stilted and it was all his fault, he knew it and even though he tried he couldn’t change how he felt.

  “Do you wish you could have gone on the ride today?” She suddenly asked and Scar nodded because it was the truth. He missed riding with his brothers, with his club.

  “Not to worry, Scar. You’ll be riding again soon. I know it might not feel like it now but before you know it your back will be completely healed and you’ll be back on your bike.”

  Fuck, she was so fucking sweet, he didn’t deserve her sweetness after using her the way he had. It made him feel even worse.

  “Thanks, babe.” The minute the word left his lips he knew he had made a mistake. From one second to the next her eyes went from soft and caring to blank and dark.

  Fuck.

  She silently cleared the dishes and he helped her. She washed and he dried and put things away. Her silence was wearing him out.

  “I’m going to pack some of my dirty things in my bag to take back to the house. I might as well do some washing today.” He said and she nodded.

  “I think I might do the same. I usually do my washing on Mondays but it might be a good idea to do it today because all the machines will be filled with linens and stuff tomorrow.”

  Looking out the window at the rocky boulders outside the cottage he suddenly didn’t want to leave her.

  “Let’s have a coffee and sit out in the sun and let Brutus out for a bit.”

  She him a tiny smile and nodded. “Okay.”

  “Come, Brutus.” She said as she took a set of keys out of the big blue glazed bowl on the work top. It seemed it was specifically there to hold all her keys. There were several sets in there.

  Unlocking the backdoor and the heavy security door she opened both wide and stepped outside.

  There was a small paved area outside the back door that ended against the cobble stone paved area where her car and his bike were parked. The SUV he was using was pulled up behind her car. Preparing her a mug of coffee exactly how she liked it he took both their mugs outside to where she stood watching Brutus as he sniffed and patrolled his back yard.

  “Let’s sit on the rocks over there while he runs around doing dog stuff.” Scar nodded towards a fairly flat rock then walked over and carefully set their mugs down. She was right behind him and he turned and hoisted her up, planting her butt on the rock before lifting himself up to sit next to her.

  The morning sun beat down on them and she sighed as she lifted her face to the sun.

  “I love it out here. I don’t know how you knew that I sit here every morning.”

  “I didn’t know. I just thought it would be a great place to sit while Brutus explores and does his business.”

  She opened her mouth to answer but shook her head when his phone buzzed insistently in his jeans pocket. Slipping it out of his pocket he answered when he saw it was Hawk.

  “Scar.”

  His president didn’t beat around the bush.

  “Meeting in my office in fifteen minutes.”

  “I’ll be there, Boss.”

  Sliding his thumb over his phone he slipped it back into his pocket and picked up his coffee before he looked at the woman sitting next to him.

  “I have to be at the clubhouse in fifteen minutes. Can you and Brutus be ready to go in ten?”

  She immediately shook her head. “I’m going to stay here. I have some things I need to do and then I’m just going to have a lazy day.” He was about to disagree but she shook her head. “I’ve got Brutus and I’ll keep the doors locked and the alarm on. Please, I don’t want to have to sit around the clubhouse while you’re in a meeting.”

  He immediately understood and instantly agreed. “Okay, as long as you promise to stay inside. I don’t trust those fuckers from Durban not to come s
niffing around.”

  She frowned at him. “They don’t know where I live and the ones who do won’t say a word.”

  Not totally pleased he had to let it go because she was right. And as far as he knew the men from Durban didn’t know about the gates at the back of the compound. Taking his barely touched coffee he went inside and set his mug in the basin before going to the bedroom to pull on his boots.

  She wasn’t inside when he walked out of the bedroom. He found her on the small deck, leaning against the railing with her mug in her hand and Brutus sitting beside her. He couldn’t resist and pulled her against him and kissed her hard and deep.

  “Be careful while I’m gone. Lock up and set the alarm, okay?”

  She nodded then her eyes went to the bikes pulling up at the bottom of her drive and waved. Wolf, Dizzy and Boots were sitting on their bikes waiting for him. Giving them a nod he walked around the cottage to get his bike.

  His back didn’t give a single twinge as he threw his leg over and settled in the seat. Fucking great. The deep thrum of the engine settled deep in his gut when he started his bike and slowly rode down the drive. Liah stood on the deck with her mug of coffee in her hand and Brutus was still at her side, watching him. Stopping next to the steps he pointed at the house. He didn’t have to hear it to see her huff of impatience before she turned and went back inside.

  He waited until she had locked the heavy security door before he slowly rode out with his brothers around him.

  The officers took the seats in Hawk’s office while the lieutenants leant against the walls waiting for their president to tell them why he had called them in.

  “I discussed this with my old lady last night and we both came to the same conclusion. Scar’s ex is pregnant and can’t ride. Pesto has already said he was staying behind with her and two of those slimy motherfuckers will be staying with them. We don’t trust them as far as we can spit. My old lady’s words, not mine, but she’s right. Sorry, Scar, but fuck brother, it’s the truth.”

  Scar held both hands up and shook his head. “No sweat, Prez. I agree with your old lady, we can’t trust them or leave them here without someone watching them while you’re all out. It’s looking for trouble.”

  “Glad you agree, brother. Here’s what I decided.”

  Before he could tell them what he had decided Scar’s mind wandered to the confrontation at the family braai and he raised a hand to interrupt his president.

  “Boss, sorry to interrupt, but what do we know about the asshole who tried to stir shit with me at the braai yesterday?”

  Ziggy was the one who answered.

  “I’ve got this one, Boss.” He said. “I dug into the membership files of the Durban club and it’s a fucking mess. Their secretary is doing a piss poor job of updating their membership files. I’ve alerted Mad Dog and he’s on it. This is what we know about the asshole. His name is Robert “Ratchet” Mouton. According to the files he’s a legacy. His father was Robert “Robber” Mouton. He died during a shoot-out with the Evil Disciples back in the day. No fucking dates in the files. Mad will get back to me on that one, but there’s more. I can’t find him on the prospect lists or a date for when he was patched in. His name suddenly appeared on the membership list, right before Hotdog took over from Fires, eighteen months ago. According to the files he was a Nomad until he returned and asked to join Durban. But, here’s the kicker, he’s not on Stone’s membership lists either. So, where the fuck was he before he appeared in Durban?”

  His prez sat in his chair, leaning back and stroking over his beard, deep in thought. Ice was the one who spoke up.

  “I check all the chapters’ membership files regularly and I missed it. How’s that possible?”

  Ziggy immediately jumped back in. “Not even I picked it up, Ice. We had no reason to distrust the accuracy of the files we were sent.” He snorted and shook his head. “I’m now checking all our clubs and pulling their membership files. We’re not getting caught like this again.”

  Ziggy turned to Hawk and pointed at the laptop sitting open in front of him.

  “I’m not going anywhere until I can assure you that we’re clean, Prez. I’m going to hack every single one of our clubs and I’m letting you know in advance . Not going to ask for access and warning the fuckers that they are being looked at. I suggest we appoint a brother on a permanent basis to handle all membership files.”

  With a nod Hawk sat forward. “We’ll have a talk, later. I called you in to tell you who will be staying behind to watch over the clubhouse while we’re on the ride. Now I’m even more convinced we need a presence here to keep an eye out. Ice, Jagger, Wolf, Dizzy, Buzz and Ratel will stay here along with Scar. Owen and Will are staying as well. I want eyes on Chris’s cottage today, unless you’re bringing her to the clubhouse?”

  Scar shook his head. “She’s not comfortable around those assholes or my ex. We’ll be staying at the cottage. I fucking can’t wait for these fuckers to get the hell out of our house. This fucking visit doesn’t feel right. I have a very bad feeling in my gut.”

  “You’re not the only one, brother.” Wolf said as he closed a hand over his shoulder. “My old lady has been peeking out the windows checking on Chris’s place ever since they arrived. She says she has a bad feeling. So that makes two of you.” Wolf frowned. “She was raised in a one percenter club and can smell trouble a fucking mile away. I’ll be keeping my eyes open and my guns close today.”

  “Let’s do it this way.” Ice started to lay it out for them.

  They all listened then nodded. It was a good plan and if nothing happened then it was all good. At least Liah would be protected and so would the clubhouse and the families who were staying behind.

  Scar left the clubhouse and rode out of the compound with Wolf, Dizzy and Owen. In his mirrors he saw one of the Durban patches watching as they rode out through the gates.

  Those bastards weren’t going to get anywhere near Liah.

  Fuck, not Liah, Chris. He had to remember because he had already fucked things up enough. His life was in enough of a mess as it was, he didn’t need to complicate it even more.

  Tomorrow he would be moving back into Beast and Rider’s house. This thing with Chris was a ruse, nothing more.

  He had to remember that she had been a club girl. A club slut.

  Not someone he would ever fall for or give his patch or ink.

  Then why the hell did it feel like his gut was on fire when he called her a slut?

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Chris

  I loved cleaning my little house because it was all mine, my home. Not a room at the clubhouse that I was given because I agreed to have sex with the brothers. No, the cottage was my home because I had a legitimate job at the club, and a valuable contribution to make.

  The relief of not having to have sex with a random man was enormous. I had been dreading what was going to happen after the dust had settled. There was no way I would have been able to do what Grietjie does. How I ever thought I could do it had me shaking my head and questioning my sanity. Okay, yes, I had been desperate at the time, but still.

  I had just finished when I heard the bikes. Only one rode up the drive and to the back of the cottage. A tight coil of anticipation and dread settled in my stomach. Who was going to walk through my back door? The sweet guy or the coldly distant one? After this morning’s abrupt change from sweet hot guy to distant and cold my gut told me to brace.

  Brutus was already waiting at the back door and I shook my head at him as I unlocked the door and gate.

  “You would swear you haven’t seen him in years.” I said as I bent down and rubbed my hands over his sides. Giving me a doggy grin he bounded out the back door to where Scar was getting off his bike. He wasn’t wearing a helmet, but had a club beanie pulled low over his forehead. My eyes widened before I frowned.

  “You rode without a helmet on a national road? Are you crazy? What if the pigs had seen you?” I co
uldn’t believe he had been so reckless. The cops didn’t like the club, not at all. They would have loved to catch him breaking the law.

  “Babe, we were perfectly safe. Ziggy checked the road before we left. And it’s a short ride between the two properties.” He grinned as if it wasn’t a problem.

  “That’s not all that could have gone wrong. What about those assholes zooming down the road every single damned Sunday? It’s not safe without a helmet.”

  I had no idea why it upset me so much but it did. He only recently started walking without a bloody walking stick and here he was taking chances riding without a helmet. Men!

  Brutus bounced next to him as he walked over, grinning so damned wide and those pale green eyes of his sparkled with humour.

  Damn. The man was seriously gorgeous.

  Such a pity he didn’t really like me. He thought I didn’t know, but I did. I figured it out the while cleaning my house and working at my desk upstairs. And calling me ‘babe’ was a certain sign that he had me firmly back in place in his head. I was a club girl, nothing more. It’s the reason why he went from wanting to eat me alive to putting distance between us. I would always be a slut in his eyes and I had overheard him once saying he was never getting caught up in that shit ever again. So there it was. He was pretty. He was single but totally unavailable. And then there was the age difference. Not that it bugged me but he had mentioned it once and it had stuck in my head. Turning away from the back door I went and turned on the kettle. I need a cup of tea, right now.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked as he came into the kitchen. “Would you like some tea?”

  “No tea for me, babe.” He smiled as he pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. “Prez just wanted to give us our orders for the day. Not everyone is going on the ride today.”

  Looking down at my cup I slowly stirred my tea. Two ‘babes’ in a few minutes, we were definitely done. “Your wife will have to stay behind. She can’t ride in her condition.”