Greer (Tennessee Breeds, #2)

by KJ Dahlen

Shutting the shower off, he again called to her gently, “Shyla?”

  She didn’t move except for the shaking of her body.

  He let out a disgusted sigh. Why was she even out of bed? Stepping in, he scooped her up.

  She didn’t stir really, except that she trembled in his arms.

  Dammit! He carried her to the bed and laid her wet form onto his sheets. What if she caught cold and...Fuck, she is soaking wet! He turned and went into the bathroom again to grab a large towel.

  When he came back to the bed, he paused.

  He would to have to dry her body. Not that he didn’t want to...He’d wanted to have her ever since he’d seen her. But she was in no shape for him... At her pitiful trembling, he sighed as he sat down on the bed and started to rub the towel along her body.

  She responded with a low moan.

  His cock responded to this sound and he was instantly hard. He shook his head. Shit. He couldn’t feel like that right now. He then noted bandages on the nightstand and realized she had even taken off her wrap over her ribs. Cowboy was gonna be pissed. Greer turned her onto her back and sucked in a deep breath.

  Her large breasts were right there and of course, his eyes landed right on them. Round lush and satiny. Tan nipples that were erect. He licked his lips. Damn....

  His raised his head and looked upward as he fought to get control. He counted to ten then tried to think of anything to get his erection down. Letting out a breath, he leaned down to rub her chest carefully as he noted the bruises. His erection now went down as rage took over. He would love to beat the holy shit out of this Blade asshole. He now slid the towel along her belly as he avoided looking at her too closely.

  Greer almost felt proud of his progress. He wasn’t hard now.

  Her shivering had calmed but the goose bumps along her skin were visible. He then toweled down to her thighs and halted.

  She had the softest looking thatch between her thighs, covering her mound. Sweet and silky looking while matching the color of her jet black hair.

  Greer’s skin seemed to burn as he stared. Her thighs were soft looking but firm. She had to be doing something athletic as she did have muscles like a female athlete. This woman had long legs that stretched to forever. He was lost in the full vison of her as his gaze now roamed greedily back up along her thighs and toned belly, up to those gorgeous breasts, then along her kissable neck.

  When his gaze reached her face, he met her eyes.

  She was staring right back at him.

  Greer stared back at her. “Finally...you’re awake.”

  She blinked at his words while staring at him with heat in those dark amber eyes of hers. Then she groaned and shivered again, as she curled her body up.

  He bent over to grab the bedding. He’d had her tucked in with this when he’d left the room before. He covered her with the blanket. Good. Now temptation was out of his sight.

  But now he was hard all over again.

  He stepped back and just stood there as she burrowed under the covers. But the image of that lovely tan body had been branded onto his brain. He’d known she was the one for him from the second he looked up at her out on that road. Now, he stood here and knew it for sure. A more perfect body he had never seen on a woman.

  He suddenly wondered what those dark eyes with the amber flecks would look like when she came. What she would sound like begging him for more. He so wanted to her say his name and he would love to hear her screaming it in passion.

  What would it feel like to grasp that sweet, silky looking thatch on her mound and hold it tight as he made her come hard?

  He shook away those thoughts. It might be days before he could even taste her.

  Her shivering didn’t cease.

  Looking around, he noted the heater was on as high as he could get it. He took a deep breath and shucked off his t-shirt, then his jeans. Next, he yanked off his socks and boots then stood in only his boxers. He could do this. He would just warm her up.

  Greer got in under the blankets and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her.

  Yeah, he could do this and not cross the line.

  Somewhere deep in his head, he knew he was lying.

  Shyla was floating. It must be one of those trips with the women. Once every moon cycle, a group of them would use one of the boats to ease down along the river to the holy lands. Shyla loved going. She would lay back in her seat and close her eyes... the water would ease her soul and calm her wild heart.

  But the warmth she felt now was—the warmth of touch.

  Her eyes slowly opened.

  Greer’s face was there, but it was moving away from her. To...the end of the bed?

  She raised up a bit and blinked at him.

  Greer smiled at her then opened her thighs. “I just want a taste,” he murmured as he stared into her eyes. “But I won’t take. You need to agree.”

  Shyla stared at him. She’d wanted him earlier despite the condition she’d been in. This move on his part was surprising to her, as he’d turned her down then. Slowly, she nodded her head, wondering what this would feel like.

  Greer stared at her and his eyes were full of heat as he positioned himself then lowered his hard body down.

  For a few seconds, she was lost in a stunned surprise that she was actually allowing this man to—

  His mouth latched onto her and his finger came up to insert itself into her core.

  Gasping, she fought to keep still. Her body heated up as his warm mouth explored all of her, she was bare, exposed and warmer than she ever remembered being. It blocked out the cold feeling she’d had all day. Her panting grew worse as she tried not to moan. But after another minute, a long moan slipped out as she tried to claw the bed.

  “Mmm,” he groaned to her mound as he put another finger in, stroking her faster.

  His rumbling voice on her skin made her tremble all over. “oh—uh...” was all she could get out as she thought she would go out of her dammed mind with ecstasy. His hot tongue did things to her that she never envisioned in her life as her body bucked. She grabbed his head and his silky hair slipped beneath her fingers. “Greer,” she gasped his name out while her orgasm slammed into her.

  Mindless and oblivious, swirling colors appeared in front of her eyes.

  “Shyla?”

  She was floating and floating as she slowly came back down to earth.

  “Shyla!”

  She blinked her eyes and tried to focus on his face.

  “Dammit! Are you all right?” he asked.

  She let out a long breath as she felt so weak, but so damn happy.

  “Speak to me,” he urged.

  She opened her mouth, but only a long satisfied sigh came out.

  “I knew I shouldn’t have done this. Dammit,” he swore in disgust,

  “It’s—it’s o-ok...” she slurred as the euphoric feeling kept on going. “I-I just never...”

  Greer rose up and grabbed something.

  Shyla couldn’t care what he was doing just this minute as little shocks pinged all over her body. No pain, no sadness. Just a calm, a sweet easing bliss. After those weeks of suffering, it was a balm to her soul, a feeling of wholeness that in fact, she had never felt in all her life.

  Suddenly, Greer was raising her limp sated body up and wrapping her ribs. “You should have never taken this off,” he muttered, as he was all serious now.

  She gave him a lopsided smile.

  He didn’t seem to see it, as concern etched his face and he focused on the wrapping. “Sitting in that shower for god knows how long. You coulda gotten sick,” he went on as he finally finished with the wrapping.

  Grasping his head, she looked into his eyes. “That was the best—the most...” she had no words. “You made it all go away, Greer.” She then kissed him hard, forcing her tongue through his lips.

  He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.

  Oh, wow. The man had skills beyond anything she’d ever encountered. His mouth took over
and she allowed it, his hot velvety tongue grazed against hers. With him, she could let him take over. Let him... She had always been so independent. But this was pure bliss.

  Greer broke the breathless kiss and stared into her eyes. “Say my name again,” he ordered.

  Blinking at him, she whispered, “Greer...”

  He smiled and then laid her down. Spooning her body carefully with his warm hard form, he whispered to her ear, “That’s enough for me...for now. Get some sleep, woman.”

  Shyla was confused. He wasn’t going to take this further? Most men only cared for themselves when it came to sex. She couldn’t wonder about this for long though as her body gave in and she fell asleep.

  Chapter Seven

  The sun came blazing into the room.

  Greer opened his eyes to see the light spill in through his window. He felt her body tucked up next to him and he was relived to feel that it was warm, not shivering. She had pinned one of his arms down that must have been wrapped around her. He might have lost feeling in that limb, but he did not care. He woke up to a dream really. The woman he wanted to claim so badly was in his bed.

  He smacked his lips like an idiot. The flavor of her still in his mind. He had never tasted anything so addictive. When he went down on her, he almost came in his boxers. Never had that ever happened. He usually did it to turn the woman on then he would slid up and slam into her. But this time, he hadn’t wanted to stop licking her and sucking in that flavor. God damn hot... it was.

  Shyla moved a bit and groaned.

  He looked over at her lovely face. Blade hadn’t hit her there and he thought it must be so she wouldn’t look abused when she was delivered. Greer gritted his teeth. The man deserved to be drawn and quartered, like they did in the 14th century. He fought off the sudden rage he felt and tried to focus on her.

  He wanted to be sure that she could make this ride today. Damn, she had no choice though. He needed to get her out of harm’s way.

  She stretched her body out and looked over at him, her amber flecked eyes round in her face.

  Greer chuckled. “Now, don’t tell me this is morning regret I see on your beautiful face?” he teased.

  Shyla stilled for a moment. “Ohhh...” The woman actually blushed.

  “Ooh, is right,” he growled as he turned his body and slipped his dead arm out. Looking down at her, he grinned. “It will be something that happens a lot,” he promised.

  Batting her long silky lashes, she stared up at him. “It was awesome.”

  He smirked. “It was just a sample.”

  “Yeah...” She titled her head a bit, as she looked puzzled. “So, how come you didn’t...”

  He stared at her, his grin still in place. “Didn’t what?” He lowered his lips close to hers, “Didn’t fuck you breathless?” he went on in that low purring tone.

  She gulped then nodded. “Most men...”

  He raised a brow at this. “Oh, in that area I am like most men. Or I was. But when we go there, you will be strong and healthy. Up to the... task. I want that sweet body of yours bucking up against me as you release the wild woman that I know is there.”

  Her eyes went even wider. “You are so...”

  “What?” he asked, enjoying this conversation a lot, as he was hard as a spade wanting to dig up a god dammed garden.

  “Puzzling,” she finished.

  His smile faded. “No, it is obvious. I want you. But not just for a night. I want you for always.”

  Looking even more confused, she said, “You and I just met yesterday morning.”

  He sighed. “Maybe so. But I’m a man that knows when to listen to his gut. And my entire soul, mind, and body was roaring. That... you are mine.” He lowered his lips to hers and crushed her mouth with a deep kiss.

  Her arms came up to wrap around his neck as she kissed him back.

  The kiss got hotter and deeper as his hands roamed along her bare skin.

  A loud knock sounded on the door.

  Greer did not break the kiss, he wanted and needed just one more minute of tasting this heaven.

  The knocking grew louder.

  He removed his lips from hers and let out a frustrated breath.

  Shyla was panting for air and seemed as limp as a rag doll.

  Greer’s eyes rounded now as he lifted his body up from hers. “Are you all right? Did I crush you?” Damn, he’d acted like a fucking bull in heat and he might have hurt her.

  “N-no... I mean yes—I’m fine.” She looked a bit dazed.

  The pounding grew.

  Fuck!” Greer got up and went to the door. He nearly yanked it open. “WHAT?”

  Breed stood there. He raised a dark brow at his shout. “Did you forget?”

  Greer combed his fingers through his hair. He knew he was talking about the trip on horseback. “No.”

  Breed crossed his arms over his chest. “Look... I said you didn’t have to get approval from me to claim Shyla. But damn Greer. She wasn’t in any shape to—”

  Shyla suddenly appeared at Greer’s side, wrapped in a sheet. Greer’s sheet. “You’re dammed right no one needs to give permission but me.” She raised her chin at her cousin. “He did nothing that I didn’t want.”

  Greer stepped back a little. “Now look Breed, we didn’t do any—”

  “I am no child, you know?” Shyla went on.

  Breed crossed his large arms over his chest. “No, you aren’t but you do realize that your father and brothers will have something to say about this, right?”

  Shyla huffed. “We don’t live in the 17th century anymore. If I want to date someone—”

  “No, little girl, not date,” Greer cut her off.

  She looked over at him. “What?”

  Greer nodded. “I plan to go to your family. Bring a...what did you call it Breed?”

  “Dowry,” Breed supplied with a smirk.

  Shyla’s eyes widened.

  “Yeah that,” Greer went on. “I will also go through the proving thing.”

  Shyla actually gasped, as her face looked a bit ashen. “Oh, no! You cannot be serious Greer!”

  He looked her up and down as his whole body felt like it had just caught fire all over again. He couldn’t get enough of looking at her. “About this...Yes.”

  Now Breed burst out with laughter.

  Shyla glared over at him.

  “Oh, shit!” Breed now howled.

  Shyla huffed. “What is so funny?”

  “You, Shy. Here, I was feeling sorry for ole Greer. But I momentarily forgot how fucking bullheaded he is.”

  Shyla looked back and forth at the two men, then landed her hard gaze on Breed. “Why did you even tell him about the proving and shit? He never had to know about that.”

  Breed was still chuckling as he shook his head. “Greer has been my friend for ten years, Shy. You think I would let him walk into this unprepared? Fuck no.” He turned away as he was swiping at tears of laughter. “Be ready in an hour.”

  Greer shook his head and shut the door.

  Shyla stared at him. “Ready?”

  Greer took her hands into his and looked into her eyes. “We have to leave.”

  Her eyes went all flinty again. “Blade?”

  He nodded. “I hope you are fit enough to ride. But then again by that fire, you were breathing just now... I think you are.” Greer grabbed her up and kissed her again.

  Shyla was stiff at first, then she melted into him.

  Greer loved this. He didn’t want to tame this woman but he loved that she just went all soft and yielding whenever he touched her. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to have all of her beneath him.

  Monster, Brick and Crow helped get all the kids into the bus.

  The little girls cheerfully waved through the bus windows at all the huge scary looking bikers.... That actually weren’t scary at all.

  Ink got in as did another brother to insure that they would get to the reservation safely.

  The buses took off down the road.

/>   Monster now turned to the pack horses and looked disgusted.

  Crow slapped him on the back. “Why you gotta look so mad, Monster man? We lucked out. No horseback for us. I, for one cherish steel between my thighs, not horse flesh.” Crow actually shuddered at the thought.

  “I don’t like the Rebel’s breaking up like this. We got Maverick and Buck out on the road. Ink and Mixer are on those busses. And now, they’re leaving.” He nodded at the brothers mounting the horses. “Then there will be just you and me.”

  Crow laughed. “Gee, thanks.”

  Monster shook his head as he watched the brothers who were getting ready to leave. Most of them seemed fine with mounting horses. He did note that a few didn’t look happy though. Poor guys. He gazed over at his VP.

  Greer expertly lifted Shyla up onto the horse then climbed on himself in a smooth, well trained move. Grabbing the reins as Shyla wrapped her arms around him willingly.

  “Damn, how does that even fucking happen?” Monster shook his head.

  “What?” Crow asked. “How does what happen?”

  “A perfectly normal, badass biker,” Monster answered in disgust. “The kind I have gotten drunk with. Fought side by side with. Turns into some god dammed Romeo before my very eyes?” He looked over at Breed with the blonde pixie on his saddle behind him.

  Crow shrugged. “I don’t know honestly. I mean a sweet piece of ass is one thing, but keeping them? It’s a mystery to me.”

  Monster waved at the men as they turned their horses, feeling grateful all over again about not having to endure that humiliation of attempting to even get on one of those animals.

  Over the next hour, he and Crow made sure the place was locked up air tight, then they grabbed their weapons and gear. They intended to go to the high trees and set up camo.

  Monster vowed to take many Messengers out of existence if he got the chance... nobody was going to kill a Rebel or burn them out. No, they were going to fucking pay for even thinking about it.

  Not even an hour later, after both men were set up, a roar of cycles broke the silence.

  Monster raised his nocs to his eyes.

  Yeah, there those fuckers were. Thinking to ride in here and lay waste to years of work.