by Dawn Martens
“Um, yeah, I get you.”
“Good.” In this moment I can’t help but fall for him. He sure has a way with words.
“So, where do you live?”
“Don’t got a place of my own right now, just living at the club house, but this goes the way I intend for it to go, I’ll be buying a place, and soon.”
I blush, holy shit, he really likes me.
“How many kids you want?” he asks suddenly.
“Uh, I don’t know, two or three more, maybe? Why do you wanna know?”
“Need to know how many bedrooms to look for when I buy a house.”
My eyes widen. Holy shit, my panties are soaked, and I’m trying my hardest to sit still in my chair, but he senses my movement and his eyes go hungry.
Wanting to move on from this line of talk, we start talking about Mikayla as we finish our meal.
At the end of the night, I really don’t want it to end. “Do you want to come in?”
“You invite me in tonight, you do know I’m not leaving until morning, right?”
I feel my panties getting wet, again, and I bite my lip, nodding.
The second I open the front door, Caden slams me against the wall, his lips inches from mine. “You sure this isn’t how you got your name,” I tease.
He cocks a sexy grin at me before teasing the seam of my lips with his eager tongue. Pulling back slightly he looks at me, “If that’s what you want, then you can make it known that’s how I got it from now on.” He bites my bottom lip gently, before kissing me again.
“Mhmm,” I moan, knowing that this kiss is only the beginning.
“You drive me crazy. Have me so damn hard for you.”
He takes my hand and puts it over his crotch. Oh my, he feels … big.
Excitement shoots down to my toes as he kisses me again, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth tenderly. My fingers move up the back of his neck and into his hair.
His hand moves over the waistband of my jeans and undoes the button.
Sliding his fingers into my panties he growls, before rubbing in a circular motion over my clit.
He pulls back, taking his hand with him. I watch with wide eyes as he licks his fingers, "I needed to see how sweet your pussy tasted," He tells me, his voice gravelly.
To my own surprise, I tell him, “Don’t stop at just a taste.”
“You just may be the death of me. Why don’t we continue this in your room?” I nod eagerly as I remember what Dad said about the cameras, and I absolutely do not want my dad to see me getting slammed by Slammer. It’s been a while since I have felt so wanted and desired after Dray hurt me so bad. Caden is sexy and rough but he has a sweet side. Grabbing my hand, he leads me down the hall toward my room.
The moment the door closes behind me, we are on one another ripping our clothes off and falling onto the bed.
He palms my tit before sucking a nipple into his mouth as he lines his cock up with me.
In one smooth thrust Caden is in me, taking his time, moving at a languid pace.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so damn good,” his husky voice grits in my ear as he draws out and pushes back in, repeating the motion as he looks into my eyes.
Scratching my nails down his back, I urge him to go faster and harder.
Taking the hint, he brings my knee up over his shoulder, taking me deeper with every slam of his body against mine. His eyes stay on mine the whole time, never breaking our connection. It’s intense to say the least.
Bucking my hips, I match his every move, so close to free falling over the edge of orgasmic bliss.
The sex is hot, fast, and dirty … but we both knew it would be. It’s exactly what I wanted, what I needed to get me over my dry spell after Dray.
Once we've both gotten off, he leaves me basking in post-orgasmic bliss to go clean up in the bathroom. I smile at him breathlessly as he returns with a washcloth to clean me.
“Rest up and hydrate. We’re just getting started.” He winks handing me a bottle of water.
A delicious ache for Caden pools between my thighs as he crawls between them, looking at my pussy with eager eyes and a greedy tongue.
Chapter 18
Dray
A month later
My life is in fucking hell, five months since I last saw Melissa and Mikayla, five months since I last even talked to them, and it’s fucking killing me. Melissa has me blocked from being able to call, even has me blocked on Facebook, at least the Angels have the decency to forward any pictures that Melissa sends them of Mikayla to me. I had to get shit done before I could make the move to go for her, waiting for the court shit to get over with, finish up my current open cases, and finalizing that bullshit divorce. Thankfully, I’m done, and I can finally do what I need to do. Yesterday morning, I got word that I have the job in Saint John if I can get there in two weeks.
As I finish packing my suitcases my phone starts going off. Now that I think about it, it’s been going off constantly for hours, I’ve just been too busy trying to get on the road to even pay attention to it.
“Yeah?” I answer without looking at the caller ID.
“How could you do this, you bastard?” Shayla screeches.
“For fuck sake.” I sigh. “What do you want? Speak quick before I hang up.”
“You had me arrested, my kids taken away and given to Layla. You even sold the house?”
“Damn right I did, bitch. Have fun in prison, don’t contact me again.” I hang up and toss the phone on the bed. I made sure that the money from the sale of the house was all given to Layla to help her out. Not that she needed the money, she’s rich, but it’s for Laura and Luca. She told me she would put it into a college account for them, and with the amount of money I got from the house and everything in it, minus the kid’s stuff, they could both go onto be doctors or some other expensive career choice.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been in touch with the kids often. They still struggle with not calling me dad, and I get it, being called Uncle Dray feels wrong to me too. I promised them the minute I got back from getting my woman and kid, I will plan for them to come over for a weekend and spend it with us.
My phone goes off again as I zip my last suitcase, and I see it’s Cori calling me. Shit, probably wants to bitch me out again.
“Hey, Cori,” I answer politely.
She sniffs. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you talk the last time we spoke. I acted like a bitch.” The Angels must have told her my story.
“Nothing to apologize for, girl, you were right in your anger. I should have told Melissa about my ex.”
“This is true, but at the same time we shouldn’t have all jumped to conclusions.” This is a side of Cori I’ve never seen before, getting knocked up changed her completely. In a good way.
“I’m packing up now to go get your sister, any advice for me?”
Cori giggles. “Just be you, Dray, she’ll fight you. In case you haven’t noticed, she’s more stubborn than I am. But eventually, she’ll hear you out.”
“Thanks.” I smile into the phone.
“I’ll let you go, text me, keep me updated?”
“Promise. Tell Blake I said hi.”
“Just bring my sister and my niece home. I miss them.”
“Me too,” I tell her softly.
I’ve been without my should be wife and daughter for far too long.
We hang up and I lug my shit down to my truck. The drive should take me five days with stops, but I’m gonna try my hardest to only stop when I need to, so I can get there faster. I need her back. At the very least, I need my kid. I miss her.
Flashback Chapter
Dray
Enough is enough
Two fucking months since I fucked it all up with Melissa. I was drunk as hell the night I had her, knocked her up, and didn’t even know it. I can’t remember a damn thing about that night. We knew someone was slipping drugs at the Club, hence my post here, and I was the dumb fuck that had enough of watching Melissa
fuck around with other guys and had a few drinks. Next thing I knew I was waking up in some chick’s apartment and couldn’t remember a fucking thing that happened. Only thing I recall is being livid about seeing Melissa.
It wasn’t until last month when Blake came pounding at my door calling me every name in the book saying I knocked Melissa up. I’m such an idiot. Every day since then, I’ve forced my way into Melissa’s life, and so far, she keeps pushing back against it. I’ve wanted her since I first saw her, and it was a kick to the fucking gut to find out she was underage.
She was right when she said Randy didn’t care she was in the club, but the second he told me she wasn’t legal, I had enough of watching her ass strut around me, so I kicked her out.
Cori and Blake keep telling me to keep trying, and they must think I’m fucking stupid if they think I’ll do otherwise. She’s carrying my kid. She’s mine. And if Melissa thinks she can keep trying to push me away she’s got another thing coming. Not gonna happen.
I bound up the stairs to Melissa and Cori’s condo and pound on the door. Today is the day, this shit ends. It doesn’t take long before the door is open, and Melissa is standing there, glaring at me.
“What do you want now?” she snaps at me.
I shove her slightly back, so I can come in and shut her door. “This is done,” I state.
Her eyes widen.
“You and I are gonna clear our shit up, and then we’re moving on. Together. You and me, and our child. I don’t remember a thing that happened the night I finally had you. I wanted you since you were jailbait but couldn’t act on it. I was drunk as fuck that night, and I can’t apologize enough for what happened.” I don’t tell her I was actually drugged, because then I’d have to reveal more shit to her, and I can’t. “I want you, only you. I want this child we’ve created. And as soon as you can make it happen, I want to marry you. I never believed in that love at first sight shit, but I knew it with you.”
Her breathing is labored. “I’m sick of seeing you with other men, I’m sick of not having you as mine. Fuck. Melissa. I fucking love you.”
She closes her eyes and turns away from me. “I was only with those other guys because I wanted you, but you didn’t seem to care.”
I move in close, making her look at me. “Trust me, I care, too fucking much. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispers. There, done, this seals it. I kiss her, and this time, when I make love to her, I’m gonna remember every fucking moment of it.
Chapter 19
Melissa
After my night with Caden, I’ve seen him every day, and once a week Anara babysits for me, so we can go out for a date night. It’s perfect, almost too perfect. I tried not to fall for Caden, but he’s making it impossible, the way he is with Mikayla, how he treats me, the way he fucks me and the way he makes love to me. It’s everything I’ve ever wished for. He’s quickly becoming a permanent fixture in our everyday lives. I can see my daughter getting attached too.
Today he picked me up and dropped me off at a salon to get my hair and nails done. He said he wants to pamper me. That, because I am a single mom, he is sure I don’t take time out for myself and he wants to give that to me. So freaking sweet. I’ve never had a guy treat me like this before. Not even Dray was this sweet to me. It’s refreshing and unexpected coming from a badass outlaw.
Next stop after getting my hair done is a new dress and matching shoes.
I bought his favorite color, blue, along with some sexy matching undergarments.
Caden makes me feel sexy … wanted.
I smile all the time thanks to him.
I leave the shops feeling like I won the lottery and smile the whole way home.
As usual, Caden is right on time, and when I open the door to greet him, my breath rushes out. Holy hell, he’s hot. For once he’s not wearing his cut, a tee shirt and jeans. Well, the jeans are still there, but they're nice jeans, not a stain or a hole to be found. He has a nice black button-down shirt on, and his hair is pulled back neatly.
“Ready to go?” he asks, his voice gruff, as if he’s fighting the urge to shove me against the wall, so he can have his way with me. I have to say that sounds like a damn good idea right now.
I smile and push him back slightly, so I can get out the door and lock it. “Where are we going?” I ask as he leads me to the passenger side, opening the door for me.
When he gets in on his side, he finally tells me where we’re going. “Since we’re dressed up nice, I figured we could go to Italian by Night. It’s a newer place in town, best pasta I’ve ever eaten honestly.”
When we get to the restaurant, I notice a line that’s half way down the street. “Um, Caden, it looks like we could be waiting a long ass time.”
“Don’t worry about it. I made reservations. This place is hit or miss with walk ins, maybe three of those groups will get in tonight, but the rest for sure won’t.”
“Mr. Brennan, your table is ready. Follow me,” the hostess says as soon as we bypass everyone waiting in line. That’s odd, he didn’t even go up to her to give him his name. Maybe he just comes here a lot?
Once we’re seated and left to look over the menus, Caden puts his hand over mine. “Let me tonight?”
I raise my brows. “Okay, fine, just nothing with seafood remember, gag.” He laughs at my face and winks. Dad brought home some fish and lobster once, and Caden and a few other members of the club came over for a cookout. I’d never had fish or lobster before, although fish sticks don’t technically count. As I tried to take a bite, the smell alone smelled like a rotting vagina and the taste ... I will never forget it. So awful. Now anytime someone brings up eating seafood, I gag.
“So how did the hostess know you when you didn’t even check in yet?”
“Could be the fact that I was the reason this place looks as beautiful as it does,” he informs me as he throws his arms out wide.
“Oh, you mean you designed and built all this?” I ask, nodding to the tables and chairs the booths and even the bar area.
“Yeah, instead of payment for all the work I did, I requested twenty five percent of the business. Works out well, not only that I also own this building, so with getting my percent of the profits, I get twelve grand a month off this place in rent alone.”
Wow. “That’s amazing. Would you be willing to work on my restaurant too?”
“Already was planning on it.” He shoots me a wink and I smile.
The waitress comes over, and Caden places our orders so fast I have no clue what he said. All I know is, he said a lot of things. “You trying to fatten me up?” I ask when the waitress walks away.
He chuckles and reaches for my hands across the table. “I enjoy spending time with you.”
I blush and give his hands a little squeeze. “I more than enjoy spending time with you, you’re far better than any man I could ever have dreamed up. Your amazing with my daughter, you treat me with so much kindness and respect. Honestly, it’s a little scary, with how I’m feeling, all this emotion and love is just overwhelming.”
His eyes flare with lust. “I was gonna tell you to savor the food, but I’m thinking once it’s out, eat fast. I need to get you home and out of those clothes.”
Chapter 20
Slammer
We eat as quickly as we can without making ourselves get sick and rush home. I notice as I pull into the driveway that Hangman ain’t here. Good. Because I’m gonna be making his daughter scream my name a million times tonight, and the old bastard doesn’t need to hear it.
I jog around to her side and pull her out as she giggles. “Someone is in a hurry.”
“Yeah, to get inside, but once we’re in there, we won’t be in any hurry.” I’m taking my fuckin’ time. “Hope you’re not tired.”
I grab her keys from her and unlock the door, quickly pulling her in with me and slam the door shut. I shove her into the door, while locking it, and crush my mouth down on hers.
I walk Melissa
into her bedroom while we rip each other’s clothes off along the way. I can’t wait to get her naked.
Closing the door behind us, I order, “Up on the bed and on your back.” I slowly make my way to her. Smirking at her as she licks her lips.
Heading into bed, I place my face into her warm pussy. The smell is intoxicating. Licking, sucking, finger-fucking, her fucking response has me over the edge. I work her pussy over as she clenches her muscles tight. Humming on her clit, I move my fingers inside her in a come-here motion, hitting her sweet spot. Her warmth coats my fingers and her knees shake.
My girl is so close to getting off.
I increase the tempo and suck her sweet nub harder, nipping at her with my teeth.
Her hands find my hair and pull as she screams out she’s coming.
“Fuck, yeah,” I murmur.
I lick up all her juices as she keeps grinding into my face, I don’t want to stop mouth-fucking her, but my dick needs love too.
“Get up, let me lay down so you can sit on my face.”
Her eyes bug out. “But you just made me cum that way already.”
“Yeah, and I ain’t fucking done, you’re gonna suck my cock while I eat you out this time.”
She bites her bottom lip and moans as she moves onto my face. Looking at her pussy dripping wet, fuck. “Fuckin’ love this cunt,” I say as I quickly give her a lick. As she starts grinding on my face, she finally starts sucking my cock and stroking my balls. Fuck yes, this is so damn good. I pull away from her cunt and growl, “I’m gonna cum soon baby, you just keep sucking until I make you cum again, you don’t stop.” She moans against my cock and I go back to working her beautiful pussy.
She changes her movements, sucking me as if she’s a god damned vacuum, while using her hand to help pump my cock. It doesn’t take long for me to explode in her mouth, and she does exactly what I told her to do, she doesn’t let up, she swallows my load like a fuckin’ pornstar.
