What He Wants (Book 3 after Phantom Riders MC-Hawk and No Mercy)

by Tory Richards

  I wasn’t going to compound the trouble I had with Daisy by letting her find out that I’d slept with Lucy or any other club woman after she’d left. Besides, I wasn’t interested in Lucy or any of the other sweetbutts, so the temptation to fuck Lucy right then wasn’t even in the equation. Jesus, wanting Daisy had messed up my thinking, and I didn’t know what I was going to fucking do about it. I was hard as fucking steel now.

  For her.

  Screwing Lucy wasn’t the solution. I yanked back the sheet. “Get the fuck out of my room now.”

  A pout spread across her face as she crawled out of my bed without protest. She knew better than to try and change my mind, especially in the condition I was in right then. I didn’t trust the bitch, and her story that I’d asked her to come see me was too convenient for me to believe. I loved my brothers, but I wasn’t in the habit of fucking any of the club girls once they’d been with a brother earlier in the evening. I’d made it clear to Lucy right at the beginning that if she wanted me for the night, I was the only one she fucked.

  I watched her pick up her tiny pieces of clothing and then leave my room with a huff. Once my door was closed, I relaxed back against the headboard with a mental note to start locking my door. I was good and awake now, and Daisy’s pretty face flashed before my eyes and what she’d looked like the last time I’d seen her. She’d been as turned on as I had, but the arousal had given way to confusion and hurt, and maybe a little anger.

  That was all on me.

  I should have explained why I’d acted the way that I had, but I’d been so fucking shocked at the time that I’d frozen up and told her to leave. Would it have been the end of the world if I’d fucked her without a condom? No, but the consequences could have changed my way of life in a big way. I didn’t want an old lady, and I sure as shit didn’t want a kid. I wasn’t saying that Daisy would have ended up pregnant, but that wasn’t a chance I wanted to take.

  The image of Daisy pregnant with my kid suddenly came to mind, and I threw my arm out to the side of me, slamming my fist into the wall because it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it would be. Fuck! I snatched up my phone from the nightstand to check the time. Too early to get on the road with Jumper. We needed to give Clay and Cooper enough of a head start to get into position. I was ready for this shit with Shooter to be done.

  Then I could deal with Daisy Mae Flowers.

  Chapter 16

  Daisy

  I was in the back when I heard the bell ring, indicating that someone had entered the salon. It was probably Jasmine, since I’d called her first thing and told her that we would be opening today. Later, when Jackie and Betty came in, I’d go into Solon and take care of business. If I couldn’t get a restraining order against Paul, then I’d get a gun. I refused to let him slink back into my life without protecting myself. I was not going to let him turn me back to the fearful, cowering woman I’d been. The changes in the last year had been good for me. I was finally the woman I wanted to be.

  “I’m in the back, Jasmine,” I called out, finally finding the product I’d been looking for and grabbing the box to bring out front. I pushed through the curtain and came to an abrupt halt, my gaze landing on Big John. I felt my heart skip a beat at the determined look in his dark eyes, and God help me, I felt a quickening of my breath and a flood of warmth in my core.

  I was not going to let him affect me.

  Someone needed to tell that to my body.

  I quickly pulled myself together and continued further into the room. “What do you want?” I realized that my tone was less than friendly, but he had it coming. I walked to the shelving that housed the product for customers to purchase and set the box down on a nearby chair.

  “I’m on my way out of town. Decided to stop by.” I met his eyes. “Don’t fucking know why.”

  “Then maybe you should leave me alone until you figure out why,” I said without hesitation. I was being a bitch and I knew it. “Because I’m tired of you running hot and cold with me. I don’t deserve that.” I opened the box and pulled out a bottle of shampoo to place on the shelf.

  “No, you don’t,” he surprised me by agreeing. I paused to stare at him. God, why did he have to be so freaking big and sexy? He was unlike any man I’d ever met, and everything male about him appealed to everything feminine inside of me. “I want you, Daisy.”

  I snorted. “Well, you have a strange way of showing it.”

  “Maybe too fucking much.”

  Butterflies fluttered in my belly from the passion behind his deep admission, and I was sure that I was growing wet with arousal. Still, I didn’t move, forcing myself to breathe slowly. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell Big John that I felt the same way, and that I was ready to show him with actions. He, on the other hand, seemed to be having a problem dealing with our physical attraction.

  “What does that mean, Big John? I didn’t exactly tell you to stop last night when we were in the shower, and you don’t strike me as a man who’s afraid to take what he wants.”

  He stepped closer to me, and I backed up instinctively, crashing into the shelving. Several of the bottles tipped over. I swung around to save them from crashing to the floor, straightening them before facing him again. My heart was pounding erratically, my breathing hitched with anticipation.

  “What are you afraid of, babe?”

  “Not you,” I said quickly, a trembling smile on my lips. “I’ve got your number. You turn me on until I nearly burst into flames, and then leave me right at the crucial moment. I’m not willing to go down that road again.”

  “There’s a reason I did what I did,” he said gruffly. “I wanted you too fucking bad, baby. So, fucking bad that I nearly lost control and fucked you bare.” My eyes flared at that. “I’ve never lost that kind of control with a woman. I was afraid for you.”

  “I’m on the pill,” I said.

  Big John shook his head. “It wasn’t just that. I was afraid that if you didn’t get out of there fast enough that I was going to say fuck it and just take you.” He moved closer. “Lose control and hurt you without meaning to. All I could think about was how much I wanted to sink my dick inside your tight, wet cunt and fuck you raw.”

  I caught my breath on a shudder, growing very wet between my legs.

  “Like now.” Suddenly he was flush against me and I had nowhere to go with the shelves at my backside. “I fucking come undone when I’m near you.”

  I opened my mouth to respond, but that was an invitation to a man like Big John. He swooped down and smashed his mouth to mine in a clash of teeth and tongue and raw passion. His tongue thrusting against mine made me moan, and then I was biting down on his lower lip before smoothing my tongue over it. His grunt fueled my hunger, and then we were attacking each other’s mouths as if we couldn’t get enough.

  Before long Big John’s hands were on me, sliding around my waist to cup my ass. He took the mounds into his big palms and squeezed, pulling me sharply against him and grinding his hard cock into my belly. He was so long and big, throbbing strongly, and I remembered how he felt inside me. I reached down and rubbed my hand over him, relishing the deep groan that thundered up his chest and throat, calling myself all kinds of a fool for falling for his sensual attack again when I knew that it probably wouldn’t go in the direction that I wanted, needed it to go.

  I reluctantly pulled my mouth from his. “Big John, we can’t, I can’t keep doing this. Just your kiss gets me so worked up…I-I need relief.”

  He grunted, and picked me up. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  I didn’t hesitate, too lost in a haze of arousal. Suddenly he was walking. I didn’t know where Big John was taking me and I didn’t care, as long as it ended in a mind-blowing orgasm.

  “I need this as much as you do, babe.” He took us behind the curtain, took a quick glance around, and walked us over to a bare spot against the wall. He turned and leaned me up against it. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk without thinking of me.” />
  Oh, my! I liked the sound of that. I quivered wildly, accepting his rough kiss when his lips returned to mine. I wanted to devour him, and it appeared that Big John felt the same way, because he ground his mouth against mine, biting and sucking my bottom lip, soothing it with a sweep of his tongue. I buried my hands in his hair, scraping my nails over his scalp, continuing down his neck. Skin! I needed to touch his skin. I went to the hem of his tee and wiggled my hands beneath it to get to his warm, muscular flesh. He stiffened when I raked my nails over his chest and abs, but the groan that followed revealed his pleasure at the stinging pain.

  “Condom. Back pocket,” he rasped against my mouth, his hands going to my breasts. While I dug for it he quickly and expertly undid both our jeans. He pulled mine and my undies down to my knees, while just opening his enough to pull out his cock. The heat of it against me was scorching, yet I couldn’t stop myself from arching forward, needing more.

  “You better fuck me this time,” I demanded, getting a snort from Big John in response. He gripped his cock, teasing my opening with the head while I opened the condom with shaky hands. “This is your last chance with me.” It was a promise more than a threat.

  “Baby, the only thing I’m going to blow this time is my load inside your sweet pussy.”

  Ohmygod! He was filthy, yet I’d never been so turned on. I finally managed to get his shaft covered, giving it a couple of pumps because I just couldn’t help myself. Big John shuddered and groaned, and then he was parting my folds and pushing himself inside with an urgency that sent a surge of wildfire through my blood. He stretched me to the max, and as he settled in deep I tightened my muscles around him.

  “Fuck,” he shuddered, pulsing inside me. “Keep doing that and I’m going to come right fucking now.”

  “Sounds like your problem,” I said cheekily, tightening my muscles again. I liked the feel of his hard cock nestled inside me, hot and throbbing against my inner walls. “Now fuck me good, Big John.” I whispered the words into his ear, before outlining the rim of his ear with my tongue. “Tear me up.”

  “You asked for it, baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He began to move. “Don’t complain later.”

  I laughed softly. “I think I can handle more than one time with you before I can’t walk.”

  As he began to thrust in a strong, consistent method, I soon realized that when he’d said that I wouldn’t be able to walk without thinking of him he hadn’t been referring to the number of times we had sex, but the way that he fucked me. It didn’t take me long to realize that the first time we’d had sex, Big John had been holding back, unlike now, when he was practically pounding me into the wall at my back, going in hard and deep every time he thrust and bumping right up against my cervix.

  We kissed as we fucked, nibbling and sucking at each other’s mouths until our lips were swollen and wet. I ran my hands over Big John’s torso beneath his tee, marveling at the definition and strength behind his muscles as they flexed and quivered beneath my caresses. His hands returned to my butt, squeezing the naked cheeks and probing the crack with his index finger. When we parted to catch our breath, he zeroed right in on my covered breast. I cried out with pleasure when he closed his mouth over it and bit down on my nipple.

  There was a definite sound of frustration when he pulled away and growled, “Lift your shirt, Daisy.”

  I knew what he needed. I pulled my shirt up, along with the cups of my bra so that he had access to my bare flesh.

  “Fucking hell, your tits are beautiful,” he rasped in a hoarse tone, kissing them both. He pumped his cock faster, harder, deeper into me. Pinning me against the wall while continuing to thrust, he brought his hands forward. They were rough and callused against my breasts as he palmed and squeezed them, but the slight pain morphed into sharp pleasure. Then his tongue and teeth were on my nipples, teasing them until it felt like the sweetest torture. I dug my nails into his biceps, arching uncontrollably.

  “Big John…” It was all I could manage. I was gasping for air, our bodies clashing together with a kind of satisfying violence. I felt the rush of hot release burst from my core and let it consume me in pleasant, rocking waves.

  “Come for me, baby,” his hand was suddenly at my clit, fingers flicking and pinching my ultra-sensitive nub. “Put some cream on my dick.”

  He continued to pound into me, bottoming out each time. The feel of his heavy balls slapping against me, the sounds of our wet bodies joining together, our grunts and moans as we panted for breath, all contributed to the erotic moment as we fucked each other senseless. As I felt my orgasm surge through my body I clamped my teeth down into Big John’s shoulder to drown out my scream, and opened my soul to exquisite ecstasy.

  I convulsed around him.

  “That’s it, baby.” He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, his finger still plucking at my clit. My muscles clamped down on his cock and I heard him grunt and his breathing picked up. He thrust several more times, I could feel his cock swelling, and then he grew taut, his powerful thighs tensing. “Fuck, aaggghhhh!” he jerked, holding himself deep inside me.

  His big body shuddered and his orgasm seemed to go on forever. Every time his cock pulsed inside me a quiver racked my body. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my damp skin. It was a tossup as to who was holding who up. We held tight as the intensity of our orgasms gradually subsided and our muscles relaxed, and we began to breathe normally again. The awareness of where we were returned sooner, but it was amazing, and a little concerning to find that the muscles in the body lose total control in the throes of an orgasm.

  He moved back. My gaze shot up to his. I whimpered when he removed his finger from my clit. A smug smile covered his mouth, and I fought the urge to lean in and bite that sexy bottom lip of his. I didn’t want to move. His cock was still deep inside me, and I didn’t want to break the connection. Until I heard the bell indicating that someone had come inside the salon.

  “Someone just−”

  “Yo, Big John! We gotta get on the road, brother.”

  “I’ll be right out!” he yelled back, and then he kissed me hard. “You okay, babe?”

  My tongue came out to lick my abused mouth, which seemed to amuse the big man. He swooped down and took over, smoothing his warm tongue over my lips. “Sorry if I got a little carried away.”

  “Nothing I can’t handle,” I smiled.

  “So, we good now?”

  Really? He thought one good--okay, earth-shaking--orgasm was all it took to make everything, right? The man needed to be put in his place. “I’ll think about it.”

  A low, rolling chuckle was his reaction, and then he pulled out of me and stepped back. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning. The emptiness was instant and absolute, and I felt more than just lonely. I felt weak and vulnerable.

  “Well, you think about it, woman.” The look in his eyes spoke volumes. Filthy volumes. “While I’m gone, you think about my big dick and how good he makes you feel when he’s stuffed deep inside your tight pussy.” His words and the image they produced set my blood on fire. “And I’ll be thinking about how good your cum tastes on my fingers.” I caught my breath when he brought his fingers to his mouth. It didn’t take him long to lick them clean, and then he was doing up his pants, reminding me that mine were still down at my knees.

  “Where the fuck are you, man?” An impatient voice snarled from beyond the curtain.

  I quickly pulled my pants up, and straightened my bra and shirt.

  “In the back taking care of business!” Big John snarled right back. “I gotta go, babe. Got business out of town. But when I come back, we’re going to take up right where we left off.” I raised a brow at his dominant tone, not sure that I liked it. His grin told me that he knew what I was thinking. He put a finger beneath my chin and raised my face to his. “More fucking. Some talking. We’re going to get to know one another, woman. See where this is going.”

  In spite of my
misgivings, I warmed at his words. Big John struck me as a doer, not a talker. The fact that he wanted us to get to know each other gave me hope. I liked him, a lot, yet I didn’t want to seem too eager, as if I didn’t have a say in what went on between us. I needed to show Big John that I wasn’t going to let him push me around. I was going to make him work for it. “I’ll think about it.”

  He snorted. “Yeah, you do that, babe.” He gave me a brief kiss and was gone.

  I ran upstairs and took a few minutes to freshen up before the first customer arrived. It was a good call, considering that I looked like a woman who’d just had a quickie in the stock room.

  Oh, wait, I just had.

  Chapter 17

  Big John

  I hated being in a fucking cage, hated the confinement of it. Being cooped up inside something with four walls felt too much like fucking prison to me. The only difference was that I could get out of the truck whenever I wanted, unlike the years I’d spent locked up, most of which had been spent in solitary confinement. I hadn’t gotten early release for good behavior, that’s for fucking sure. I’d served every one of the six years I’d been sentenced to. Hell, I’d been lucky that they hadn’t tacked on more time for all the shit trouble I’d caused.

  “So, what kind of business did you have to take care of in the back of the salon?”

  Jumper’s tone revealed that he already had a good idea. I kept my eyes on the road. “None of your fucking business.”

  He laughed. “We have a long way to go, brother. Have to talk about something.”

  I gave him a sharp look. “Not her.”

  He shrugged. “Why not? I could be your sounding board, let you know if I think she’s good enough for you.” He was joking.

  “I’m not good enough for her,” I said without thinking, but it was the truth. Daisy was decent. She was good. Yet I couldn’t keep my mind off her, and all the dirty things I wanted to do to her. What we’d done so far? That was just the tip of the fucking iceberg. I hadn’t intended to see her before I’d left town, but as her house had come into view I’d known that nothing would stop me from doing just that. For purely selfish reasons I was glad that I had now, because I’d gotten to have another taste of her sweetness.