Daimon (Untamed Sons MC Book 3)

by Jessica Ames

  I grind my cock against her centre, hating the fact we have the barrier of clothes against us and she whimpers.

  “Jake…”

  “What, baby? Tell me what you need.”

  “You. Always you.”

  I wrap my arms around her waist and stand. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist.

  “What are you doing?” she hisses. “Broken ribs, remember?”

  Her weight pulls a little, but they’ve had four weeks of healing. They’re nearly back to their full strength. Even if she was hurting me, I wouldn’t fucking tell her. There’s a slight pull on my chest, but nothing I can’t handle.

  “Ain’t making love to you the first time on the fucking sofa—not when Layla could walk in at any time.”

  “Oh.” Her brow draws together as she peers down at me, her arms around my neck. “Good point. I can walk though.”

  I ignore her and walk her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. Then I place her on the mattress and come down on top of her before I roll so I’m underneath her. Her skirt is rucked high on her hips, giving me a perfect view of her lace-covered pussy. She places her hands on my scarred-up chest, her fingers trailing over each mark as she straddles my hips.

  “I hate that you went through that.”

  “It’s done, baby. Don’t go there.”

  I pull her down on top of me and kiss her senseless, hoping to make her forget about what the Sic Bastards did to me. Hoping to make her forget everything but her and me and this moment.

  “Take your top off,” I order and she hesitates for just a brief second before she quickly unbuttons her blouse and slides it down her shoulders. My eyes feast on the lacy black bra that’s covering her tits. I want to sweep a hand behind her back and unhook it, but I told her we’d do this at her pace, so we’ll do this at her pace. I don’t want her to feel rushed or pressured.

  She makes that decision herself, removing it and slipping it off. Dark nipples greet me and I sit forwards, my arm banding around her waist and suck one of the buds into my mouth. She lets out a moan, her head thrown back as I lave around the nipple.

  “Jake… fuck!”

  I move to the other nipple, giving that equal attention. Her moans climb higher and higher until she’s gasping for breath. That’s when I flip us over, her beneath me. I climb off the bed.

  I help her unzip her skirt and pull it down her hips, sliding it off the end of her feet before I tug her heels off and toss them across the room.

  “They’re my favourite shoes!” she complains.

  “I’ll buy you another pair.”

  I quickly remove my jeans. I’m bare foot, so I don’t have to take off my boots, something I’m grateful as fuck for. I take a moment to appreciate her in just those lacy knickers, her beautiful breasts on display for me. Then I slip her knickers down. I watch her face, making sure she’s not going to fall into a flashback or freak out. When she doesn’t, I go between her legs.

  I flatten my tongue against her centre and lick her from front to back. Her taste explodes on my tongue and I want more of her. I circle her clit, even as I enter her with a finger, one eye on what I’m doing, the other on her face. She stiffens slightly and I pause until she grabs my wrist.

  “Keep going.”

  “This is okay?” I ask.

  She nods. “Better than okay.”

  I finger-fuck her even as I continue to flick my tongue over the bundle of nerves that will make her explode. Her back arches and she gasps. I keep plunging in and out of her, my cock getting harder as I watch her coming undone in front of me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, watching her climax and fuck me, I’m solid in my boxers.

  I slip them off and I climb on top of her, before I roll onto my back, her sitting on my hips.

  Her hair drips down as she peers down at me and she looks like a fucking angel. I want to take her hard and fast, but that isn’t what she needs. I need to be patient here.

  “You’re in control here, baby,” I tell her. “You want to stop, just say the word.”

  She shakes her head. “I don’t want to stop. I won’t break, I promise.”

  “I know, but this is the first time we’ve…”

  A smile curves up her lips. “I’ve been patient, but I need you. Kissing isn’t enough. I want you to own me completely. I’m scared, I can’t lie and say I’m not, but I know you won’t do anything to hurt me.”

  I bring her hand to my mouth and pepper it with kisses. “I love you, Briella.”

  “I love you too.”

  I know she’s on birth control. I’ve seen her taking it every morning, and I probably should glove up, but the thought of our first time being skin to skin is fucking enticing.

  Even so, I say, “Condom.”

  She reaches over to her bedside drawer and pulls one out. “I’ve been waiting for us to use these for a while,” she murmurs and I lean forward and kiss her.

  Then I make quick work of opening the wrapper and sliding it down my length. When I’m done, I lie back and interlace my fingers behind my head.

  Taking a shaky breath, she guides my cock into her heat and slides down my length. Her tightness strangles me and I want to gasp out ‘move’, but I hold my tongue. This has to be at her pace.

  Briella gives herself a second to adjust to my size, then she begins to move. I can’t stop the groan that escapes my lips. She feels fucking amazing.

  “You’re killing me, baby,” I murmur.

  My hands go to her hips as she moves up and down my shaft, squeezing my dick around her wet pussy.

  God, I love her. I love everything about this woman. She’s mine and I’m never letting her fucking go. Not now, not ever. I want her completely. She’s so fucking brave, so fucking strong.

  “You’re amazing,” I tell her.

  “So are you,” she pants as she arches her back, pushing her tits out. I palm them before I slide my hand back to her hips.

  It doesn’t take me long to feel that familiar tightening in my balls. She contracts around me, letting out a long moan before I spill inside the condom.

  She collapses to the side of me, careful not to put any weight on my chest, panting. For a moment, neither of us says a word, just concentrating on drawing in air. Eventually, she speaks.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “Being patient. Showing me I’m not broken.”

  I twist to the side and kiss her temple. “Ain’t broken, and you ain’t ever been broken, baby.”

  “Love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  Epilogue

  Briella

  A month later…

  “What are they?” I ask, staring at the keys dangling from Daimon’s forefinger.

  He shakes them slightly, making them jingle.

  “Keys.”

  “I can see they’re keys,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Keys to what?”

  “Our new flat. If you want it.”

  My stomach fills with butterflies at his words. Things between us have been so good over the past few weeks. I feel like I’m living in a dream. He’s been amazing, but our living situation isn’t ideal. He never bothered with his own place, never needed it before. He keeps a room at the clubhouse, but that isn’t exactly ideal. Those men live like pigs and it’s always noisy there, no matter what time of the day or night it is. We found ourselves spending more time at my place, which isn’t fair on Layla either. Not that she seems to mind, but I don’t want to take the piss either and make her feel like I’m turning our place into mine and Daimon’s.

  I raise my eyes to him and ask, hope in my voice, “Our new flat?”

  “If you want it.”

  Guilt gnaws at my gut as I think about leaving Layla. I don’t know if she can afford the rent on our flat without me, and I’m not going to leave her in the shit.

  “I already spoke to Layla, baby. She’s got someone lined up to take your room.”

  I flare my ey
es. “Wow, you were both really sure I was going to say yes, weren’t you?”

  “You are saying yes, aren’t you?”

  I can’t stop the grin from covering my face. “Obviously.”

  He kisses me, his mouth taking mine totally, owning and claiming me as he always does. My knees wobble and I have to grip his forearms to keep on my feet. I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I love this man with everything I have. Things haven’t been exactly plain sailing, but with the therapy and addiction programme, I’m getting there. I feel more in control of my life than I’ve ever felt and that’s a good thing. I’ve had a couple of slip ups with booze, but Daimon has been so patient with me. He didn’t scold me. He took me straight to my counsellor who has been helping me with both my addiction problem as well dealing with what Sin did to me. I know I have a long way to go, but finally, I can see light at the end of the tunnel. There’s a way out of this pit of despair. Daimon gave that hope to me, and I can never repay him for that. I’ll be a recovering alcoholic for the rest of my life, but I’m learning I don’t need the booze to get through the day anymore. I have other things to help me, other people to lean on now.

  I’m getting closer to Sasha and Lucy. I didn’t realise Lucy had also been attacked by her ex, who sounded like a piece of work. The three of us have been helping each other through our traumatic pasts, but it’s Sasha I relate to most. She was the one who Sin also hurt. I know she has a lot of guilt over what happened to me, that she feels responsible. She left a predator behind and he attacked again, but it’s not her fault. Sin was broken in the head. She couldn’t have known that was going to happen.

  As for the Sic Bastards, they paid in full for what they did to Daimon. After a few nightmares where I’d see him getting abducted over and over he told me the club killed the two men who took him and had done as they promised—wiped the Bastards off the face of the earth. Levi and Daimon drew me a map of where is safe to go in London and where to avoid. Knowing the consequences of stepping into another gang or club’s territory, I’ve been more cautious.

  “We better get moving, baby,” Daimon says, breaking through my thoughts. “We’re going to be late.”

  I peer up at the clock on the wall and flare my eyes. He’s right. We’re going to miss Whizz’s send off if we don’t get moving.

  I snag my bag off the sofa and peer around my small flat. It’ll be weird no longer calling this home, but I’m ready to get on with the next chapter of my life, and as long as Layla is taken care of, I’m happy.

  Daimon got the all-clear from his doctor to ride again, so we head outside to his bike. He hands me the helmet he bought me. It’s black with hot pink skulls on it. I fucking love it. I pull it on my head and pull the matching bandanna over my face. He pulls his own on and then mounts the bike. I don’t hesitate to get on behind him, scooting close to his back as I do and wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. I kiss his neck as I do and nuzzle against the back of his kutte, taking in the scent of leather and his aftershave. He smells divine.

  Daimon squeezes my thigh and turns the key. The engine roars to life, the pipes rumbling beneath me, the vibrations rattling my body.

  This is exactly where I was born to be. This is exactly who I was born to be. I’m a fucking fighter and a survivor. With Daimon at my side, I’m so much more than that. I’m a warrior.

  I survived hell. I’ve stared into the abyss and crawled my way out of the hole I was digging myself into, something I was only able to do because of the man sitting in front of me. I love him, and for the first time in my life, I know what it’s like to be loved by someone who isn’t my brother. That feeling is magic. When Daimon tells me he loves me, I truly believe it. I see it shining in his eyes, I see the need for me clear as day. It’s something that can’t be faked, and I hope he sees it mirrored back in my own eyes because he’s my world.

  The bike takes off and I let the fresh air wash over me as we ride through the London traffic. It’s busy, as it always is, but Daimon navigates the traffic like a pro. I hold on to him, feeling safer than I’ve ever felt.

  By the time we reach the clubhouse, I’m wondering if we can skip out on the party and head home for a quickie, but Whizz’s leaving party is important to Daimon.

  He stops the bike near the door and waits for me to get off before he kicks down the stand and climbs off himself. I free my head from the helmet and hand it to him to attach to the back of the bike.

  I start to walk towards the door, but he snags my hand and pulls me back, then he attacks my mouth until I’m panting.

  “You can’t kiss me like that,” I complain when I come up for air.

  He gives me a smug smirk. “Get you all hot and bothered?”

  “It does, and you know it does.”

  I smack his bicep and he laughs. “I love when you’re pissy.”

  I glare at him. “You’ve never seen me pissy.”

  “Baby, I’ve definitely seen you pissy. You forget, I wake up to you most mornings and you are not a morning person.”

  This is true, but rude, so I pout at him. “I’m a delight.”

  He pulls me into his side, his arm going around my shoulders as he kisses my temple. “You are.”

  We head into the clubhouse and the music is deafening. I see brothers half-cut already and old ladies partying hard. Sasha and Lucy are dancing on a table, Rav and Nox watching on, clearly unsure whether to drag them off or let them have their fun.

  I spot my brother on the other side of the bar with Noelle. She’s a club skank, but she seems a lot less skanky than the rest. When she grabs his cock through his jeans, I quickly avert my gaze. There isn’t enough therapy that can pay to undo that vision.

  Whizz is standing in the middle of the room surrounded by his brothers, grinning, a US flag draped around his shoulders. I turn to Daimon.

  “Go and join them.” When he looks a little unsure, I add, “I’ll be okay, baby. I have to get used to being around booze at some point. The clubhouse and drinking are a huge part of your life.”

  “It’s too soon,” he argues.

  “I’m working the programme.”

  “Any time you want to leave, find me.” His words are serious and it makes me giggle.

  I kiss him. “I’m going to try and coerce the dancing table gigolos down.”

  He grins. “Love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  He walks off to join his brothers and I head over to the table. Lucy instantly tries to pull me up. I should resist, but she grabs my hand and up I go. Dancing on the table is whack, but it also feels right. This, right here, is where I’m supposed to be. I catch Daimon’s eyes from across the room and he shakes his head, mouthing, “My crazy girl,” at me.

  And I am crazy. For him.

  He’s mine, just as I’m his and that’s never going to change.

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  The Untamed Sons will continue in book four, Levi, coming March 2021!

  Levi

  As Secretary of the Untamed Sons MC, I know my place. I'm the youngest member to ever become an officer and I'm not doing anything to put that in jeopardy. Then I meet Noelle. She's a club bunny. Brothers don't claim the women who service our club, but I want her like I want my next breath. For her, I'll put my position on the line and risk the wrath of my president.

  Noelle

  After the death of my sister, my need to get revenge pushes me into the arms of my enemy. I want to tear them down, destroy their whole club and I'll stop at nothing to get my revenge. Then I meet Levi. He changes my outlook, makes me realise that the Sons are not all bad, even if they have a few rotten apples in the barrel.

  I'm falling hard and fast, but I'm in too deep. Telling him the truth of who I really am will get me killed, but if I don't we can never be together.

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