DIRTY DESIRES: A Devil Kings MC Story

by Nicole James

  Then his heat disappears from my back, and he drops to a knee, yanking the jeans down my legs. He pulls off the boots and takes my jeans all the way off, stripping me until I’m standing in just my shirt, bra, and panties.

  His palms smooth up my outer thighs. “Christ, your legs are endless. And look at those sexy little panties.”

  I feel his teeth nip at the edge of my cheek.

  He leaves the panties on to stand and strip my shirt over my head in one quick motion, then he puts a hand between his shoulder blades and strips off his shirt as well.

  He turns me in his arms and tips his forehead to touch mine, then lowers his mouth to my lips. He tastes like bourbon—wicked and delicious, and I crave more.

  His fingers thread into the hair at the side of my face, holding my head while his mouth devours mine. I slip my hands up to cup his neck. His skin is hot under my palms, and I feel a vibration of a moan bubble up from his chest.

  A second later, keeping his mouth locked with mine, he dips, grabs my ass, and hefts me up, and then we’re falling to the bed together. He comes down on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with his muscled body.

  Rising on his elbows, he brushes a lock of hair off my face. “You’ve got some real pretty hair. In fact I want to see it falling over you.” Before I know what he’s about, he rolls to his back and pulls me on top until I’m straddling his body. “That’s better.” He cups my bra-covered breasts. “Take this off.”

  I reach back to comply. Our eyes are locked until I pull the bra free, and his gaze drops to my bared breasts.

  “Gorgeous.” His hands don’t hesitate to cup them, his thumbs thrumming my nipples until I can’t help but let my head fall back and my eyes slide closed.

  He sits up, locking his arms around me, and takes first one erect nipple into his mouth, and then the other. He licks and sucks until my whole body is flush with heat and arousal, wanting more.

  When I rock against him ever so slightly, he drops back to the bed. I open my eyes, letting him see the hunger in his, reflected back at him. My chest rises and falls with my breathing.

  His palms stroke up my thighs to the apex and push my panties aside. He runs his thumbs along my pouty wet lips. His eyes flare at my arousal, and he spreads them, seeking out and finding my clit. He brushes lightly against it, and I jerk in reaction at that first touch.

  “Easy, girl. I’ll be gentle if that’s what you want.”

  I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, not sure if gentle is how I want it.

  He keeps up his light strokes. “Last thing I want to do is send you running, but you’re young, and I’m not sure you’re ready for a man like me.”

  Deciding I am ready, I give him my response by rocking into his hands, widening my legs to give him better access.

  “Lift your hair up off your shoulders,” he orders.

  I do as he asks, taking the tousled curls and clutching them up on my head.

  “Stay that way.”

  There’s nothing hiding my body from his gaze now, and my breasts jiggle with every movement I make. I can see it’s exactly what he was after.

  He keeps at me, stroking in long swipes, and then the pad of his thumb presses harder, circling insistently until I’m bucking, my breasts bouncing.

  Changing it up, he slows things down, lightening his touch to a brushing tease. That barest graze of his fingertips drives me wild with need. He sits up and latches onto my nipples, groaning when I shudder. Then he returns his attention between my legs and slides a finger into me so deeply I gasp.

  One finger turns into two, and he increases his pace with a twist of his thumb over my clit—little glancing blows to give me a taste of what I crave.

  The man knows what he’s doing with his hands and soon has me teetering on the edge, up on my knees, and straining toward him.

  “Oh God, please,” I pant.

  He gets me off while I writhe, my breasts aching for his touch to return to them. I moan, tensing against him, my rushing orgasm plowing into me with such force I’m overwhelmed, my mouth falling open with a long moan.

  He cups my face with a palm, and I lean into his touch.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous when you get off. I bet you have men lining up for a taste of you.”

  I shake my head, dropping my hair.

  “Then they’re fools.”

  His words make me melt even more, and I collapse on top of him. He takes my weight and rolls us until I’m under him.

  He goes up on an elbow, his eyes lit with the hunger he’s trying to keep in check. I can’t help wondering—worrying actually—if he’s going to be too much for me, and if I can please him, and if I’m experienced enough for a man like him.

  He taps my forehead. “Get out of your head. You’re thinking too much. Just feel.” As he holds my gaze, he slides one finger into me without warning. I arch up, and my thoughts drift away. One finger becomes two, curling and seeking out that sweet spot that has a long moan shuddering up from my throat.

  “You like that?”

  I nod. “Mmm hmm.”

  “Want more?”

  I’m not sure I can take more. I’m still coming down from the last orgasm, but I find my head bobbing yes.

  “I’ll give you as many as you can take, pretty baby.”

  His head dips and his lips trail over my quivering skin, brushing the soft hair of his beard along my heightened nerve endings, making me thrust my breasts up, wanting his mouth desperately. He doesn’t deny me, taking each one and tormenting them until they’re red and sore, and still I want more. I ache at the loss of his mouth when he moves lower, drawn to what waits for him between my legs. He hovers over me, watching my pussy as his fingers work me into another frenzy, until my hips are lifting off the mattress.

  “I can’t wait another minute to taste that sweet honey, angel.”

  He shoulders between my thighs and replaces the strokes of his thumb with the flat of his tongue.

  Another flood of release flows from me, and he laps it up, moaning his pleasure.

  “So fucking sweet, baby doll.” He pins my thighs wide. “Sweet Tess, all spread open for me like a gift from heaven.”

  He slips his hands under my ass, hauls my pussy to his mouth, and sucks my clit so hard I gasp. He doesn’t relent but feasts until I’m thrashing, and I know I can’t take anymore.

  “Please,” I whisper, my breath sawing in and out. I arch up, and my thoughts scatter as he laps at my clit with long, slow licks. I glance down to see he’s watching me, hunger bright in his eyes.

  Finally, after another orgasm, he stops and hauls my almost limp body up onto my knees. He positions me facing the headboard. His hands close over my wrists, and he places my palms on the wall. “Keep them there.”

  His knees push mine apart, and his hands pull back on my hips, until my ass is tipped up at him. His warm palms run over my back.

  “You have the softest skin I’ve ever touched. Close your eyes, Tess.”

  I drop my head, obeying him instantly, and taking in the sensation of his calloused palms stroking over me. Eventually those hands find their way to my breasts, and I moan when he plays with my tender nipples. He pinches them, and I arch.

  “Stick that ass out.”

  I comply, and his hands move over my ticklish ribs, the indent of my waist, my hips, and then two fingers slip into my pussy. I stutter in a ragged breath at the sudden quickness of the invasion.

  “You know how wet you are? How easy it’d be to slide all the way in and drive you up onto your toes.”

  “Yes. Yes, please.”

  He moves off the bed, and I hear his zipper go down and then fabric sliding off. A package tears open, and I imagine he’s rolling a condom on.

  The bed moves as he returns to his position behind me. I feel his erection rest against my ass cheeks. He rubs the head through the wetness in little circles around the opening of my pussy. “I’m dying to drive into you, holding nothing back.”

  I n
od, my teeth dragging across my lower lip. I’m already imagining him doing that.

  “You want it rough?”

  I nod again.

  He smacks my ass cheek. “Stick that ass out like I like it.”

  I instantly obey, arching my body, my muscles fully extended and my breasts swaying. One big warm palm smoothes up my spine and back down.

  “I love those little dimples at the base of your ass. So fucking sexy.”

  Then when I’m almost lulled by his words, he shoves deep in one powerful stroke. My body sways forward, my elbows bending and pressing against the wall.

  He grips my hips and pulls me back toward him, groaning in my ear as I envelope him to the root.

  “Fuck, you’re like a silken fist.”

  I don’t move, so lost in every sensation, every touch.

  But he does, a few slow strokes at first, then faster, and it isn’t long before he’s hammering into me relentlessly, his hands tight on my hip bones, dragging me back as he pumps forward. The sound of smacking flesh resounds through the silent room.

  “You’re so damn tight. Squeezing me. Dripping all over me.”

  My breathing is choppy, and I long to reach back and touch him.

  My pussy squeezes around him, making him fight to get deeper. It only drives him wild. “Fuck, baby doll. I’m gonna make sure you feel me every time you sit down tomorrow.”

  I shudder in a breath and gasp as he wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me up until my back is pressed against his sweat slick chest. He pants in my ear. “You like it wild. So do I. You’re fucking perfect for me.”

  I turn my head and capture his mouth for a quick kiss, then pant, “Do your worst.”

  I feel his smile against my cheek, and his hand tightens ever so slightly. Another flood of release flows over his dick.

  He licks up the side of my throat and drops his other hand to my pussy, his fingers rubbing circles around my clit until I’m bucking. He’ll have none of it, though, demanding control as he locks an arm around my ribs and tightens his hold to pin me to him.

  “Make me work for it, work for that sweet pussy, work for you. I will because you’re worth it, sweetheart,” he growls in my ear.

  I buck harder, my pussy clenching down on him, giving him what he wants.

  His teeth slice over my earlobe, nibbling while he fucks me hard and rough and wild.

  “I’m close.” I barely breathe the words, but I don’t need to say them. My body tells him everything he needs to know.

  “Is it too much? Am I too rough?”

  “I can take it.”

  “That so?” He buries his fingers in my hair and tugs until my head is back as far as it can go, my throat exposed. His sparkling eyes lock with my dreamy-eyed ones.

  “I like you controlling me,” I murmur, taking all of him again and again. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t blink. Each stroke is ecstasy. This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

  His voice is thick with barely restrained need. “Give it to me. Come for me, Tess.” He covers my mouth with his, and I let myself go a third time, giving in to the pleasure I tried to hold back.

  How could I think a man like him would settle for anything less than my absolute surrender to the sensations he’s dragging out of me?

  My release flows over him as I undulate my hips, rubbing my ass against him, accepting the harsh kiss until he pulls away, bares his teeth, and roars with his own release.

  His arms lock around my ribs, and he pants against the curve of my neck. Slowly his hold gentles, and he takes me down to the mattress, before disappearing to deal with the condom.

  When he returns, he crawls in next to me and gathers my body against his. Brushing the hair from my face, his gaze takes me in.

  “The look on your face.” His voice is wistful. “Fuck, I’m screwed.”

  “I think that would be me, actually.”

  Those white teeth flash and the lines around his eyes crinkle. “You’re a funny girl.”

  “You’re a funny guy.”

  His brows lift. “Can’t say I’ve ever been labeled that before.”

  “Maybe we should skip the labels.”

  “I haven’t been this surprised by a woman in a long fucking time.”

  “You’re not exactly what I expected either.”

  “How so?”

  I try to formulate the words. “You’re deeper than just a guy looking for a fast fuck.”

  “A fast fuck? I don’t do those. Well, rarely. Unless you like it that way, then I can be accommodating.”

  “I’ll remember that.”

  His fingertips travel up and down my spine. My body is like a puddle of melted wax, all limp and sated. It isn’t long before his fingers stray down to swirl through the wetness of my release.

  “Again?” I whisper in disbelief when he rolls up on his side.

  “Gonna play with you until I’m ready to go again. That’ll be about the time I get you ramped up.”

  “What about sleep?”

  “Not gonna let you sleep. Every time we finish, we’re gonna start over.”

  He was true to his word, only falling into exhausted sleep as dawn approached, and me right behind him.

  I wake up and glance around. Nope, it wasn’t a dream. A clock by the bed says six a.m. I blink against the morning sun and stare over at the man in bed with me. He’s on his stomach, the sheet just barely covering his ass. The cute little dimples at the base of his spine are revealed. I go up on an arm to get a better view now that there’s light in the room, and that’s when my eyes hit the full back tattoo—the one I couldn’t see in the dark last night.

  I don’t need to read the words; the exact replica of the Devil Kings MC’s center patch tells me everything.

  Oh. My. God.

  What have I done?

  He’s turned away from me, and all I can see is his profile.

  Goddamn it, he can’t be one of them. No. I scream on the inside but keep still as a statue on the outside. My heart races, and I feel light headed. This can’t be happening. Lord, please tell me I did not just sleep with one of my father’s MC brothers.

  I scan the room, my gaze furtive. That’s when I spot the black leather cut hanging over the back of a desk chair, its colors on full display. Devil Kings MC, Georgia.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity-fuck!

  How could I have been so stupid?

  The last thing on this earth I want is to go down the same road my mother did. I worked too hard getting my associates degree in business administration and working my ass off at my job, fighting tooth and nail to be considered for the promotion to events planner to throw it all away for some biker, even if he is the best sex I’ve ever had.

  Panic sets in, and I know I have to get the hell out of this room, out of this house. Now.

  I slip from the bed, scoop up by clothes, and grab my little cross body bag that barely holds my phone and wallet.

  I tiptoe across the room and pause in the doorway. I can’t resist taking one last look at the man. He was amazing last night. We clicked sexually in a way I’ve never experienced.

  I sigh at the unfairness of it all and slip out.

  I move down the hall and stop in the kitchen to scramble into my clothes. It’s as neat as the rest of the house, and I wonder if there’s a girlfriend he’s cheating on who comes over and cleans his place. Asshole. I want to believe it because I want to wash away all the good from last night and replace it with a different painting—one of a jerk who’d cheat on his woman. It’ll be easier to walk away, and I know I have to walk away. There is no way in hell I’m getting involved with one of those bastards from my father’s MC. No fucking way.

  I quietly move through the garage and into the cool morning air. I jog half a block away before I pull my phone out and call Hayley.

  On the third ring, she picks up, sounding groggy as hell.

  “…’lo?”

  “It’s me,” I hiss.

  Her voice imme
diately perks up. “Tess? Where are you?”

  “I just walked away from his house. Can you come get me?”

  “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. But you aren’t going to believe who this guy is.”

  “He’s Landon LaCroix. I have his picture.”

  “He’s also a Devil King.”

  “No fucking way!”

  “Yep.”

  “I’ll be right there. Wait. Where’s there?”

  Eleven minutes later my BFF picks me up at a Dunkin Donuts two blocks from his house.

  I never saw him again.

  Until today when he walked into the damn diner.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Gypsy—

  Growler’s ol’ lady tightens her hand on my arm. “Sit down, please. Breakfast is on me. I’ll get the waitress.”

  “Ain’t got time,” I grunt. Then my gaze returns to Tess. “You ready?”

  She nods, because what else can she do, and at this moment I want more than anything to get away from her mother’s hawk-like gaze that misses nothing. I doubt she has a clue about us—if she did I wouldn’t be standing here. She’d never have called me. The unwritten club rule has always been crystal clear—you don’t fuck the club princess, and as Growler’s daughter, that’s what she is… or was.

  “So soon?” Belle whines, still holding my arm.

  My gaze cuts to hers and brooks no debate. “Want to beat the traffic.”

  She wants to argue, but she wisely bites her tongue, dropping her hand. She called, and I’m here. That ought to be enough for her. I may owe her this favor, but I’ll be damned if she calls the shots.

  Tess grabs her purse and slides from the seat. I turn and walk toward the entrance, confident in the fact she’ll be right behind me. When I get to the door, pull it open, and step back, she is in fact right there. She moves quickly through, and I follow her out. I lead her to my truck and beep the lock, yanking the passenger door open for her. It seems like just yesterday I’d done this very thing for her. She scrambles in, and I move around to the driver’s side.

  I fire the beast up and pull away. It’s not until I’m up the entrance ramp onto the interstate heading south, that I turn to her. She’s been as quiet as a mouse.