by H. R. Owen
Smack.
I slap her a lot harder than I intended, harder than before, but she doesn’t seem to be bothered by it.
“Callen,” she moans. “Punish me. Hurt me. Teach me a lesson for hurting you,” she begs.
I turn her around in one quick movement, ripping her skirt from her body with a growl. She starts to pull her panties down, but she’s not quick enough. I take her hand and pull it away pinning it back to the sink.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” I spit. I pull her panties to the side and slam my cock inside her without any warning. She jumps at first and lets out a small pained sound. I fuck her hard, taking out my anger on her pussy. I can feel her come undone as I pump into her bringing on my own release.
Dahlia’s body shakes with her orgasm, and I feel my cum shooting inside of her.
Looking down at her after I catch my breath, I notice tears running down her face, but I’m still too angry to care. “Get out,” I berate.
“Callen,” she whispers.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out,” I yell in her face.
The sound of crying follows Dahlia as she runs out of the bathroom and down the stairs.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I should be thanking her for Bates being alive, but I don’t know if it’s too late after all the secrets she’s kept from me. I still don’t need to treat her like that, but after all, I am an asshole. I pull a clean towel down from the rack wrapping it around me, and I turn to face the mirror. I look like shit—my eyes are red and puffy, and my stubble is a lot longer than usual. After shaving my stubble, I brush my teeth and splash on a bit of cologne before heading downstairs for what awaits me.
“Well, you definitely smell better now. You’re still an ugly bastard, though,” Bates yells out as I come down the stairs.
“Fuck you, man.” I smirk. Hitting the bottom of the stairs, Bates makes his way over to where I’m standing, and his arms fling out and wrap me in an awkward embrace. The moment has us both laughing.
“Good to see you, man,” he says.
“You, too. But we need to talk about how you’re here,” I demand.
“Yes, we do. And there’s a lot more than that we need to go through. Vince’s men know that Dahlia faked my death, and now a war is on its way. We need to get the club involved. It’s the only way we’re going to win. Do you think you can get a hold of Hunter?” he asks.
“Hunter won’t answer my calls. I think it might have something to do with his old man,” I explain.
“I’ll call him now. Explain everything. See if we can get him to work,” Harmony chimes in.
Now I’m really confused.
“Was I the only fucker that had no idea about who these women were? And you two? How the fuck is there enough room in the fridge to feed you both?” I ask.
Bates and Harmony burst out laughing, but Dahlia, she just sits in the corner with tears still staining her cheeks.
Shit! I’m an asshole, I know that, but I never thought I’d make that woman cry intentionally. She straightens herself up and wipes her eyes dry as I walk over to where she’s sitting. “Dahlia, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just really confused and angry. I’ve spent a long time looking for the man that killed my friend, and when I saw it was you… well, I had some decisions to make,” I clarify.
“But I’m not Garotte. I hate that name. An old boss gave it to me after I told them about how I killed my father. There was a roll of wire in the back of the truck when he killed Jake. It was the closest thing I could find, and it almost took his head clean off his body. That’s when I got the taste for killing people that way, it’s the only way I’ve killed. But, I’m not that person anymore. After I found Bates a safe house, I hitched a ride here and promised myself I would stay away from that life. But now, somehow Vince’s guys found out that Bates is still alive, and they will come here for all of us. I swear I didn’t know who you were until Harmony pointed it out the night you told me you loved me. I planned on going to the apartment the next day to get my wires and explain everything to you, but you walked in at the wrong time,” Dahlia sobs.
“Dahlia… it’s okay. I forgive you, and I’m sorry about before. I thought fucking you like that would scare you away, and maybe make me hate you. I could never hate you,” I tell her.
“Ahem…” The sound of Harmony clearing her throat distracts me from the conversation Dahlia and I are having. “You do know there’s other people in the room, don’t you? And I swear to God if you hurt my Dahlia, I will cut your manhood off,” she yells.
Bates laughter fills the room. “She’ll do it, man, she’s done it before,” Bates spits out.
“Is everyone here a fucking murderer?” I quiz.
“Pretty much,” Dahlia says in a sweet tone. “We all have our reasons.”
My laughter rings out, and next thing you know, all four of us are laughing.
I think we may all be a little bit crazy here.
The afternoon was spent drinking beer around a fire while everyone told their stories and filled each other in on how all of this mess has brought us together. Turns out, Harmony was on Hunter’s club’s payroll and met Bates on a job. She’s a crazy bitch that isn’t scared of anything, so they would send her to get information from other clubs. A few of them would get rough with her, so she’d either cause them a lot of pain or stab the life out of them.
“I’m really tired, I think I might go to sleep. Is it okay if I sleep in the spare room, Callen?” Dahlia asks.
“No fucking way, darlin’. The only place you’re sleeping in this house is in our bed. And I think I might join you,” I tell her.
A smile crosses her face as I take her hand in mine and lead her up to the bedroom, our bedroom.
dahlia
I never thought Callen would look at me the same way again, and I was right. After everything came out and he learned about my past, he’s now looking at me in a completely different way. I’m not sure what it is, but I intend to find out.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask Callen.
He’s standing over one side of the bed watching me on the other side. “It’s just… I don’t know. Maybe now that I know everything, I think I’m more in love with you than I was before. We have a lot more in common than we thought,” he mumbles out.
“I love you, too, Callen. I know that now. The thought of you hating me, and the way you looked at me… well, that broke my heart. I love you so much,” I tell him.
Callen strolls around the bed until he’s standing only a breath away. His lips hit mine in a hard kiss that makes my knees weak. Pulling his lips away just enough to speak, I can feel his words vibrate on my lips.
“Mine… you’re fucking mine. Always,” he growls. His words send shivers all the way down my body and reach my sweet spot. I’m on the bed before I know it, sitting on top off Callen, grinding him, when suddenly he starts laughing.
“What? Why are you laughing?” I ask, slapping his chest playfully.
“Remember the night you strangled me while we were fucking? It all makes sense now,” he teases.
“Ha ha. Don’t tease me. I just kind of blacked out, and I didn’t know I was doing it,” I explain. “Not teasing, darlin’, and if you want to do it again, I’m all for it, but maybe next time don’t try and kill me.” He laughs out. Callen’s big hands grip my waist, dragging my pussy along his thick, hard cock.
“Please?” I beg. But Callen pushes me to the side of him and hops up off the bed. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Stand up, Dahlia,” he demands.
I do as he asks and stand up on the opposite side of the bed again.
“Slowly take your shirt off,” Callen groans.
I slowly lift my shirt over my head to find Callen a step closer to me.
“Now your bra,” he orders.
When I’m finished unhooking my bra, he’s on the bed and getting closer.
“Now rip that tiny skirt down,” he urges.<
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I quickly pull my skirt down, looking up, and then he’s right in front of me. He doesn’t speak for a few minutes, he just watches me.
“Let me guess, you want me to take my panties off next?” I ask him.
“No, sweetheart. That’s my job. And don’t forget it,” he states making his claim. Slowly, his hands run down my cheeks and to my breasts, softly rubbing his fingers over my nipples. “These are mine,” he grinds out. His tongue finds the stiff buds, and he pulls them between his teeth. Callen’s big hands find their way over my stomach and down to my pussy. “This… this sweet little cunt is all fucking mine,” he grunts while running his fingers along the fabric of my panties.
“Oh… God… Callen. Please?” I beg again.
“Tell me this pussy’s mine. Tell me how bad you want my hard cock pushing inside you,” Callen demands.
I am his, and my body knows it. “It’s yours… I want you,” I whisper.
“No, Dahlia. Say the words or I won’t let you come,” he threatens.
“This… my pussy, it’s yours. I want your cock deep inside me, forever.” I’m standing in front of him when he slides up from the bed and comes around to kneel behind me. Fingers run up my legs until they find the top of my panties. Callen slowly pulls them down, and I step out of them. As I look down, Callen has them in his hands and up to his face breathing in my scent. I never thought that would be a turn on, but I can feel myself growing even wetter. Maybe it’s just because it’s Callen.
“Fuck, darlin’,” Callen grunts as he throws my panties to the ground. He hops back onto the bed and lays with his head centered in front of my pussy. His mouth comes up, kissing a path up my thigh until he reaches my pussy. “Spread,” is all he says while he pushes my legs open as far as they can go.
His tongue finds my clit licking circles around it.
My whole body’s shaking, so Callen grabs hold of my hips to steady me and sucks my clit into his mouth. His tongue laps up my wetness as I grind my pussy on his sexy face. He pulls away for only a second. “Are you ready, darlin’?” he asks me.
“Ready for what?” I reply confused.
His mouth goes back over my clit, and his long fingers push deep inside of me. One thrust, and I’m gone. My hand locks onto his hair pulling him closer as I ride out my orgasm. I drop to the bed, seeing stars, and my body still shakes from my orgasm.
“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” Callen states. He jumps onto the bed and forcefully pushes my legs open. “Now, I want to taste your cum,” he growls as he runs his tongue along my entrance. “Fuck,” he yells in an almost pained tone.
Callen lifts himself up until his body is pinning me to the bed. “Tonight, darlin’… I’m going to make love to you. We can fuck for the rest of our lives, but tonight, I want you to feel how you make me feel,” he explains.
Our mouths meet, and we kiss passionately, wildly, and almost messily. Callen’s hardness finds my entrance, and slowly he pushes his cock inside me, inch by inch, teasing me, making me want more. He rides me slow and soft until our eyes meet. Tears form in both our eyes as we rock together. I’ve never experienced anything like the feeling I’m having right now, and it’s downright earth-shattering. I know Callen’s having the same experience. I’ve never seen a man cry before, but it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“I love you, Dahlia,” Callen whispers.
“I love you, too, Callen,” I reply.
“Come with me, darlin’. I want you shaking and screaming while I come inside of you,” he urges.
That’s my undoing, hearing him talk dirty to me makes the feeling intensify.
“Callen. Fuck! Oh. My. God…” Callen has me exactly how he wants me, shaking and screaming. I hear a loud growl as his cock pushes deeper inside filling me with his warmth.
“Goddamn, darlin’, you’re fucking sexy,” he tells me trying to catch his breath. Callen rolls onto his side and pulls me into him. “I know I should’ve asked you earlier, but you’re on the pill, aren’t you? I get so wrapped up in you, I just forget to get a condom every single time,” Callen asks.
“No, I’m not. But don’t worry, I can’t get pregnant. I’ll tell you about that some other time. For now, I really need to sleep. You sure do know how to wear a girl down,” I tell him on a yawn. My eyes close, and almost immediately I feel myself drifting off.
Bang. Crash. Boom.
Loud noises wake me from my sleep, instantly making me on high alert. Jumping out of bed, I hear Callen laughing. “What’s going on?” I ask.
“Shhh… listen,” he demands.
Harmony’s screaming echoes through the house, and it’s followed by harsh grunts.
“Oh my God… they’re fucking,” I yell as I slump back onto the bed. The sound of Bates and Harmony screwing keeps Callen and me awake half the night. “They’re really making up for lost time,” I say.
“Yeah, I wish they’d stop breaking the house, though,” Callen replies.
“Hey, since we’re awake, do you want to tell me about this whole ‘not being able to get pregnant’ thing?” he asks me.
I’m not sure why he’s too worried, we aren’t exactly the best couple to be having babies. “Does it bother you?” I quiz.
“No… I don’t think so. I guess I just want to know everything about you,” he explains.
“Okay, but please don’t judge me,” I demand, and Callen nods.
“Well, after Jake and me, you know… kind of had sex, I thought I might have been pregnant. My father always told me that I’d get pregnant if I slept with a boy…” I lift my eyes to the ceiling and down again. “I was so young and stupid, I thought it would happen straight away. Anyway, when I started bleeding a couple of weeks after it happened, I’d thought something was happening to the baby. I went to the closest clinic and demanded they check to see if everything was okay with me and that the baby was fine. They ran a heap of tests and sent me home asking me to come back the next day. I stayed awake all night freaking out. I waited outside the clinic all morning until it was time for my appointment. When the doctor called me into the room that day, he told me that I wasn’t even pregnant to begin with. I told him I had to be because I’d had sex. I remember him letting out a little laugh before having an awkward conversation with me about sex and how women get pregnant. Just before I was about to leave the room, his tone became serious, and he explained that some of the test results showed that I was infertile. That he didn’t know the cause of it, and I didn’t push for answers. So that’s it, that’s the story. Do you think I’m pathetic?”
Callen turns to me. “No, darlin’, I think you might just be as innocent as I first thought you were,” he replies.
The light streaming through the windows beams into my eyes as they flutter open. “Mornin’, beautiful,” Callen whispers in my ear. I turn to face him, and his giant erection jabs me in the leg.
“Good morning to you, too,” I say looking down at his naked body rubbing against me.
“Want to wake those two up? Payback for keeping us awake all night?” he asks me with a wink.
Instead of giving him an answer, I push Callen onto his back, open the bedside drawer, and pull out the cuffs he’d used to tie me to the bed with when we first met. I smile at him while I lift his arms up, and cuff both of his wrists to the bed behind him. “It’s my turn to kidnap you, keep you to myself,” I whisper in his ear.
Callen lies still while I lower myself down onto his hardness and start to ride him. We make a lot of noise, chains banging on the bed, the bed slamming into the wall and both Callen and my yelling and screaming as I fuck him well into the morning.
I pull his hands free from the cuffs, and I’m still sitting on top of Callen after we finish, making the most of him being inside me. “Do you think we woke them?” I ask him with a giggle.
“Darlin’, I think you brought the whole fucking house down, and if that didn’t wake them, then nothing will,” he explains.
There’s a knock on the door.
“Are you guys finished, yet? You woke the whole fucking neighborhood,” Bates yells out from behind the door. “Breakfast’s ready. You don’t want to miss it. Harmony’s been busy cooking you all a nice meal, even if your sexcapades woke her up,” he continues.
“Dahlia? Where the hell did they manage to get enough food to feed the both of them?” Callen jokes.
When we arrive downstairs, there’s food piled up all over the table. Callen had a point about being able to find enough food for those two. The table looks like the whole corner store threw up on it. How the hell can anyone eat as much as those two can?
“Dahlia, good, you’re awake. Thanks for the wake-up call. Just what I need after a night of alcohol and regret,” Harmony spits out looking to Bates.
“Hurry up and eat Harm, you’re starting to get a bit on the bitchy side,” I tell her.
callen
Sitting eating breakfast around the table, I look around at the people here with me. My best friend, who has come back from the dead. His woman, a crazy redhead, one that actually kind of terrifies me, and my woman. Dahlia, the woman who brings light into my dark world, even if her world is as dark as mine. This morning’s the happiest I’ve been in, well, ever. Unfortunately, we have a lot to get through before it becomes a permanent thing, and we have to get started today.
My hand finds Dahlia’s, and I entwine my large fingers between her petite ones. “Dahlia, we need to get started. I can’t risk losing any of you to that dick, Vince. What’s the plan?” I ask.
“Well, we really need some backup, so we need to get Hunter and his club on board. I need you to go over there today and give him this,” Dahlia tells me, handing me a thick, folded piece of paper.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Motivation. I don’t know what’s in there, but Harmony says they will jump at the chance to get rid of Vince,” she advises.
It’s time to head over to the clubhouse and pray that Hunter’s there and that the old prospect will let me in the gates. It’s a bit weird that a man of sixty-something is a prospect, his good years are behind him. I’m surprised the club even let him in.