“Don’t you dare. I need you in me. Right. Now.”
“No condom. You need to give me a second to get one on.”
“Not waiting. I’m clean, you’re clean, get that dick inside me right now.”
Who was he to argue with his woman? She would be the first to take his dick without a condom, ever. And strangely he wasn’t bothered about it.
Reaching down he flicked her clit and she once again made that mewling noise and sank lower and lower, then lifted and slid down over and over again. If he hadn’t had the best fucking blowjob of his life earlier he would have come right then.
She was hot and wet and tight, so damned tight it felt like she was strangling his dick. The feeling was almost overwhelming. Reaching down he opened her thighs wider, pulled her panties and sleep shorts completely out of the way and watched her little pussy battling to take him. Damn, it made him harder than stone.
Continuously flicking his thumb over her fully engorged clit he revelled in her moans as she finally took him to the hilt and settled her ass against his thighs.
“Holy, mother, I have never in my life felt this full and stretched. It’s enough to almost make me come instantly.” She gasped as she started to rotate her hips and grind into him but he grabbed onto her and held her still.
“Hold on, hold on a minute.” He gasped as he sat up. The movement sent him even deeper inside her and both of them groaned at the sensation.
Holding her he slowly slid his legs over the side of the bed and got up with her still speared on his dick. As he stood she slipped even further down and he felt her wet and wide spread pussy lips kissing his skin. Throwing her arms around his shoulders she held on tight while licking and sucking at his neck. With one arm below her ass, holding her to him he gathered the extra pillows and threw them back on the bed, then stacked them against the headboard. Finally satisfied he carefully climbed back onto the bed and settled her ass on some of the pillows while the others protected her back.
“Going to do you slow and deep so nothing hurts while we do this.”
All that came out of her mouth was a moan as she tried to get closer.
He pulsed his hips slowly, pulling out, then sliding back in, keeping his dick deep and sliding his piercing over that super sensitive spot deep inside. His baby doll shuddered and moaned, trying to get him to speed up.
“Please, Jagger, please, I need it faster. I’m so close.”
Dipping his head he licked a line up the side of her neck before taking her earlobe in his teeth and giving it a soft bite.
He upped his pace a little, but not much.
“Please, Jagger.”
He didn’t like her calling him Jagger while he was inside her, what he wanted was to hear his name.
“When I’m inside you, you call me Ryan. Say my name, meisiekind (baby girl).”
“Stop teasing me, Ryan. Please fuck me like you mean it.”
“No. You’re still healing, we’re doing this my way. Slow and easy.”
He didn’t know how long he would be able to keep it up because being inside the tightest pussy he had ever had in his life was driving him insane. He wanted to rut on her like a fucking animal but he couldn’t. His baby was still recovering from her injuries and he had to take it slow.
So he did.
Dropping a hand down he played with her clit as he slid in and out, a little faster every time and her moans became louder and louder.
By the time he realised he was not going slow anymore it was too late. They were both right on the edge.
“Now, baby, now, give it to me Ry, please, give it to me.” She begged with her head thrown back.
He shoved himself deep, pulled out and slammed back in, over and over.
Her nails dug into his biceps and then she was coming, the inferno that was her pussy locked around his dick and dragging him into his climax along with her. He didn’t think he had any come left after she had sucked him dry but apparently he did, his cock jerked as he came. He filled her up, filled her up with his seed. Something no one else has ever had, only her.
His woman, his little doll.
“Oh God, Ry, I can feel you coming, it feels so good, so very, very good. I don’t want it to ever stop.”
With one last long shudder and moan she fell forward and onto his chest as he leant over her, his head resting against the wall behind the bed. He had no idea how the fuck he got there, all he knew was that he had never in his life come like this.
Not ever. Not even when he was a teen with endless libido and being trained by a bitch of a woman to last as long as she needed him to.
No. Not thinking of that shit when his dick was inside the best pussy he had ever been inside of.
Clean pussy.
The forever kind of pussy.
If only he could claim it, claim her, for himself.
And then she said something that shocked the shit out of him.
“Ryan, my man with the meatiest dick ever, I’m not letting you go. I don’t care how I have to rearrange our lives but I’ll make it fit, make us fit.”
“Don’t say that, sweetheart. You hardly know me, what if you heard stuff about me…”
She didn’t let him finish.
“I don’t give a damn about what you did in a previous life. This right here is a new life. A life I want to share with you. We fit, we fit so beautifully and absolutely, and not just sexually. The way we think, the way we want to live our lives, it’s like we were made for each other.”
Taking his cramping hands from where he had them gripped over the top of the headboard he gently tipped her head back and looked into her eyes.
“You’re sitting here on my lap, with my dick inside you and giving me the world, Sunny. There’s a lot I need to tell you about my past and I don’t know if you’ll see me the same way when you find out about what I did. I want to tell you before you…”
Sunny interrupted him.
“Did you kill any animals?”
He frowned. “No.”
“Did you kill any humans?”
He smiled. “No, baby, I might be a lawless biker but I haven’t killed any humans.”
“Did you assault a woman?”
“Hell no!”
She grinned. “Those are my top no-no’s. Your past can’t be that bad seeing as you didn’t do any of those things.”
Dropping his head to her shoulder he sighed.
“We’ll talk later today. I’ll tell you everything and you can decide if you still want to be with me.”
She gave an irritated little huff.
“Why not now? We can talk now.”
Groaning he gingerly lifted her off his super sensitive and throbbing cock and settled her on her side in the bed, then bent down and kissed her temple.
“I need to shower and get to work before I have Crash banging on our door again. I have the final inspection at one of the cottages and the thatching crew is coming in to do the roof on another. And then there’s that final section of fence I want to get finished as soon as possible. It worries me that we’re vulnerable on our flank and even though it’s not too close to the compound it’s too close to some of the homes. I’ve got patrols doubling up but I won’t relax until the new fences and alarms are up.”
She lifted a hand and slowly ran her fingers over the side of his face and through his beard.
“My man worries about his people. I love that.” She whispered.
Dropping a soft kiss on her lips he retreated to the bathroom before they started something again. He took the time to quickly clean her before he got in the shower.
When he came out she was fast asleep and he dragged the duvet up and over her shoulder then gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.
“Sleep well, sweet baby. I’ll see you later.” He whispered against her skin.
Forcing himself away from the bed he grabbed his kutte, slipped it on and left. Tonight, when he got home, for the first time in his life he would have a woman waiting for him
.
Something he’s never had. And he liked it. Liked it one hell of a lot.
Now all he had to do was make her understand why he had done what he had done.
It should be easy, right?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Hawk
Walking around his desk to greet his visitors he smiled to put the obviously worried woman at ease.
“Thanks for coming in early, Frieda. I just have a few questions I’d like to ask before we enjoy the rest of our evening. Please have a seat.”
He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable so he went back behind the desk and sat down.
“Did Breker tell you why I wanted to see you?”
“No.” She shook her head with a worried frown. “He was very secretive and wouldn’t tell me what you wanted to talk to me about. What is it you need to know?”
Hawk was thankful she was so straightforward; it made it easier for him.
“You have a cousin called Raindrop Butterfly Adams, is that correct?”
Frieda gave disgusted huff and rolled her eyes then sighed heavily. “What the hell has she done now? Her and those parents of hers are a big pain in the ass for the rest of the family.”
Hawk got right to the point.
“I have no idea if she’s involved or not, but, her daughter was abducted, shot and wounded right outside our property. We rescued her and she’s now under the club’s protection.”
Shock and horror flashed over her face.
“What?”
“Sunny told us everything she knew about her biological mother and her family but it was obvious she didn’t know much. All she could tell us was that her mother lived at a hippie colony with her grandparents and that was it. No other family as far as she knew and no names other than the hippie names and their surname. I would like you to help us fill in the blanks because we have a feeling there’s something more there.”
Frieda nodded as her eyes flashed with anger, and then drawing in a deep breath she began to lay out the family history for him.
“Those people are toxic, especially Raindrop. She hides it behind that pretty face and brilliant smile of hers but she’s a cold and calculating woman. Before she got her claws into Marthinus “Wollie” Wolmarans, her daughter’s father, she was living with a gangster in Cape Town. I heard she had a son with him but I’m not sure if it’s true or not. My mother told me she ran away from the man because he beat her black and blue and was insanely jealous. I don’t believe that for a single second because why would you leave your child in a situation like that? Why didn’t she take him with her when she ran away? Unless the story was a lie to get sympathy and money out of the family. According to my mother she had done it numerous times before that particular incident.”
Hawk was becoming more and more concerned as she continued.
“My grandparents took her in. If I remember the story correctly they were at an agricultural show somewhere and she met Wollie. The poor man never stood a chance. They married very quickly and she stuck with him for about two years before he kicked her out. Their little girl was still a baby at the time. Gossip in the family is Wollie and Malie later told his daughter that Raindrop was unhappy on the farm and left when she was two but it’s a lie. They didn’t want her to feel as if she had been abandoned almost right after she was born. According to my mother they allowed Sunny to have semi-supervised visits with Raindrop but it stopped around the age of six or seven, she might have been younger but I’m not sure. There were rumours that Wollie only found out Raindrop was a habitual drug user and much older than him after he had kicked her out and filed for divorce. My mother said Raindrop only got to see her daughter if she stayed clean, obviously she didn’t because the visits stopped.”
Listening to Frieda tell the story of Raindrop he got an entirely different view of the woman than the one Sunny had given him. Which story was closest to the truth?
“Can you remember the name of the man she was with in Cape Town?”
Frieda frowned then shook her head. “I don’t think it was ever mentioned but I can call my mother and ask.”
Hawk gave a nod. “Yes, please, we need to know what we’re dealing with.”
Reaching for her bag next to her chair she set it on her lap and withdrew her phone. She swiped and then sat back with her phone held against her ear.
“Hello, Mamma, sorry I can’t chat right now but I have a question to ask you. Can you remember the name of the man Raindrop was with in Cape Town?”
She listened then rolled her eyes in frustration.
“I need to know because it might concern Sunny, her daughter.”
Again she did the eye roll.
“Mamma, I don’t have time to get into this. I’ll tell you what I can later. Yes, it’s club business. Okay, I promise.”
A frown drew her brows together as she listened and nodded as if the woman on the other side could see her. Then she sighed, gave a final nod.
“Thanks bunches, Mamma. Yes, I promise I’ll call but not today. Tomorrow. Love you, bye.”
She ended the call, slid the phone back into the side pocket of her bag and set it on the floor.
“My mother says he was definitely involved in criminal activities and Raindrop did have a child with him. According to the story she gave the grandparents he threatened to kill her and the kid and she ran to get help, but when she got back he had taken the kid and disappeared.” Frieda gave a snort of disgusted disbelief.
“That bitch is the most selfish person I’ve ever come across. She left that kid because she got tired of playing house and most probably went looking for a man with money. Anyway, my mother isn’t sure if the father is still alive or not but he was known as Black Bart and his surname was either Pretorius or Pistorius. She doesn’t know the child’s name because Raindrop never told the grandparents his name. Always just called him the kid. And that’s all she knows. I’m sorry if it’s not of any help.”
Hawk shook his head. “No, it was actually very helpful. Thank you, Frieda. And thanks again for coming in and sharing your family history with me. Once we have this situation sorted Breker will give you as much as we can, for now it stays club business.”
She nodded immediately. “I understand, and thank you Hawk. Thank you for taking such care with my man’s club, I’m sure he’s up there smiling and pleased as hell we are all safe with the Iron Dogz MC.”
There was nothing he could do about the sorrow in her eyes but he could ensure her son had a good life with his club.
He stayed in his office when Breker escorted her out and closed the door behind them. Not long after there was a knock and Ziggy walked in with a laptop under his arm.
“I’ve got the connection, Boss. And it’s fucking sick.”
He sank into the chair Frieda had vacated and opened his laptop.
“Bartholomew “Bart” Pistorius is Raindrop Butterfly Adams’s son and Sunny’s half-brother. He was raised by his father, Black Bart. The bastard got the name because of his dark as hell reputation. Apparently there was nothing he wouldn’t do if the price was right. According to my insiders he was killed by his son Bart who then took over the gang. He took them from a small gang to a force to be reckoned with. They are known to be involved in poaching and in the trafficking of humans and animals.”
He fell silent and looked up and right at Hawk.
“And here’s where the sick part comes in. Six months ago Bart put out a capture order on Sunny Wolmarans and her black leopard. But, two weeks ago that order was changed to a kill order. He wants her and her cat dead and is offering a lot of money for their heads.”
“Jesus, her own brother put a hit out on her?”
“Ja, like I said, Boss, it’s fucking sick. This fucker needs to be killed or Sunny and her cat will never be safe.”
“Jagger is going to fucking explode when he hears about this.” Hawk sighed. “He calmed down after the shit with Chris but I’ve noticed he’s become edgy since Sunny’s arrival. We’re
going to have to keep our eyes on him.”
Hawk rubbed the back of his aching neck. He was so fucking tired of problems. But the reason he sat at the head of the table was to find solutions to those problems any way he could.
“I’ll call in the officers on Monday and we’ll sit down and work something out. As long as Jagger and Sunny stay on our property they will be safe. I’ll reach out to the security guy at the Sanctuary and give him a head’s up as well. Maybe they get lucky and nail the fucker when he comes back for the cat.”
“I fucking hope so, Prez. I don’t want a brother to lose his woman before he’s even claimed her as his own.”
“You and me both, Zig. You and me both.” Hawk said quietly.
Ziggy left shortly after and Hawk sat silently contemplating the next step.
A step that would involve Dominick Maingarde.
Without giving himself time to reconsider he called the number Dom had given him. The call went to voice mail and he left a two word message.
“Call me.”
Sitting back he waited. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Hawk, what can I do for you?”
“Do you know anyone by the name of Mitchell Mason?”
There was silence for a beat before he answered.
“Yes, I do. Why do you want to know?”
“Is he one of yours? And if he is, has he reported in over the last couple of days?”
Again the silence before the answer came.
“Yes, he’s mine and no, he will only report in when he needs extraction.”
Hawk gave a derisive snort.
“Then I suggest you extract him because we’re about to go to war with the bastards he’s hanging out with.”
That definitely got Dom’s attention.
“What? What’s going on?”
“Bart Pistorius has put out a kill order for his half-sister who is presently under our protection. That makes him and his associates enemies of the club and you know what that means. Extract your man before it’s too late, Dom.”
There was a heavy silence before Dom spoke.
“He’s deep under, Hawk. I need him to find whoever is running the poaching ring in Southern Africa. If I pull him now we’re never going to get this close again.”
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