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

by Tory Richards

  “It’s over,” I snarled, breathing heavily, watching the blood drain from his face.

  He slowly crumbled to his knees, and then to his side, blood pooling out around him.

  “We need to get out of here,” Clay said, looking down at Shooter. “Covacks’ men aren’t asking questions first.”

  I could see that. “Whistler?” I asked, scanning the crowd. Where the fuck had he gone?

  “One of Covacks’ men took care of him.”

  My gaze snapped to Jumper. “You sure?” I didn’t want to worry about Whistler coming after me later. He nodded firmly.

  “Let’s go.”

  We headed outside into the darkness. Any other time we would have taken care of the bodies and cleaned up the mess, confiscated their bikes, but with chaos going on around us, and Covacks’ mercenaries knocking heads together and doing whatever the fuck they had to to gain control of the situation, it was best to just get the fuck out of there. They could deal with shit. By the time everyone was gone there would be more than one body left for them to dispose of. We hadn’t started the trouble, so the fallout wouldn’t land on Phantom Riders.

  “We stopping anywhere for the night?

  Clay snorted. “You need your beauty sleep, brother?” he joked, giving Cooper a shoulder bump.

  “Fuck you,” Cooper responded.

  “We need to put distance between here and us,” I said, thinking that it would be a good idea just in case some scared idiot had phoned the cops. Everyone there knew the strict rules Covacks had in place, knew that the fighting was illegal, but when faced with personal fear and danger people tended to react first and think later. “See you brothers back at the clubhouse.”

  I headed to the truck, ignoring the aches that were beginning to set in to my body, fucking glad that this shit was over and that it hadn’t happened anywhere near Solon. It could have been. Ending Shooter had been necessary. I didn’t know what it would mean for Trouble Makers, they’d lost their president today, and I didn’t give a fuck. All I had on my mind now was getting home.

  Getting back to Daisy. I wanted her. I didn’t deserve her, but I was a selfish fuck and I was going to claim her anyway.

  I intended to make that clear the next time I saw her.

  Daisy

  A persistent pounding at the door downstairs woke me. I rolled over and glanced at the clock, blinking several times to focus my eyes, and I groaned when I saw that it was only two in the morning. As I tried to clear the fog from my brain, the knocking continued. I released a tired breath, wondering if I should just ignore it, call the police, or go downstairs. Ethel Danders had left her hand-painted Italian scarf earlier in the day, but I doubted seriously that she’d made the trip here at two o’clock in the morning to retrieve it.

  I pulled back the covers and padded downstairs in my stockinged feet. I left the light off, but as I neared the door I could make out the huge shadow on the other side. Big John. My heart jerked with recognition, and, perhaps, with a little bit of anticipation. I couldn’t help it. My body, and all my senses reacted to him in an instant and palpable way. It was as if I’d touched a livewire and the pulse thrumming through me was spiked with little jolts that stimulated me. The knocking stopped, so I assumed that he’d seen me.

  I turned the lock and opened the door. “It’s late,” I rasped tiredly, moving back so that he could enter. I expected him to walk right on past me, but he paused and pulled me into his arms. I caught my breath, suddenly wide awake. “Big John?” I asked softly, wondering if something was wrong.

  “It’s early,” he countered.

  Well, I supposed it depended on how you looked at it, so I didn’t argue with him. I was wearing a long, flannel nightgown, and his hands spread over my bottom.

  “What are you doing here?” I shivered when he buried his face into the side of my neck.

  He chuckled deep, rubbing his nose up and down my skin. “You have to ask?”

  “I thought you were out of town.”

  “Got done earlier than planned.” His hands began to smooth over my rump. “Couldn’t get you off my fucking mind all the way home.”

  His admission made me smile. “Oh, yeah?” He squeezed me, drawing a moan out of me. I closed my eyes against the sensual heat that was sucking me under when he began to lick and kiss my neck. The spikes shooting through me heated my blood to the boiling point. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. “I thought about you all day, too,” I said softly.

  His kisses trailed along the curve of my jaw, and I turned my face, trying to capture his mouth. I felt his grin against me. “Kiss me, Big John,” I finally said out of frustration.

  When his mouth covered mine I melted against him, whimpering. He kissed me long and deep, owning my mouth, and when he was ready to move on he slipped his tongue between my lips. Our tongues tasted and explored, the smoky flavor of Big John exploded on my taste buds, turning me a little wild. The big hands massaging my butt turned harder with need, he was practically lifting me off my feet. There seemed to be an urgent energy running through him that was governing his actions. I buried my hands in his hair, holding him firmly to me.

  He started pulling my gown up at the back of my legs. “What the fuck do you have on, babe?” he grumbled with growing frustration. “There’s no end to it.”

  I laughed. “My flannel nightgown. It keeps me warm.” It was big and baggy and fell to the floor.

  “Well, I need to get to your skin. Let’s get upstairs and get you out of this.” He reached for the door and turned the lock, and then surprised me by picking me up.

  “I can walk.”

  “I like carrying you.”

  We went directly to my bedroom, where Big John set me down on my feet. In one brisk move he reached for the hem of my gown, pulled it up and over my head, and tossed it aside. I was naked underneath. The intense look smoldering in his eyes made a shiver run through me that had nothing to do with the cold. It was dark in my room, except for the moonlight that filtered through the open window. I couldn’t see his expression clearly, but the silence surrounding us was filled with sexual electricity.

  “Better?” I teased huskily.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he rasped, pushing me back onto my bed and dropping to his knees. I gasped, anticipation making me wet between my legs. I spread them willingly, feeling Big John’s breath right there on my pelvis, making my belly quiver. “I can smell your arousal,” he growled, kissing the spot above my mound.

  Moaning, I instinctively lifted my hips. “More.”

  That was all it took. His whole mouth covered my pussy, the heat intense with wet fire. I felt his tongue lap at my pussy lips, part the folds and spear inside. I was so sensitive, so primed for a thorough fucking. The fact that Big John was focused on seeing to my needs before his made me appreciate the big man even more for his consideration. He may have been rough around the edges, a little frightening in intensity, but he knew how to make me feel like a desirable woman. I felt his fingers at my pussy as he spread the folds wide, and then his face was there.

  My hips left the bed when the scrape of his whiskers brushed against my labia, driving me insane. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair and pressing him tighter. He used his tongue like a cock, thrusting it in and out, in and out, and lavishing attention on my clit. Soon two fingers were sinking inside me, curling against the bundle of sensitive nerves that were somehow connected to my clit. What he was doing to me felt like the sweetest torture, and I twisted and raised my hips, flip flopping between wanting to pull away and straining further into him. It all became too much, but his powerful hands clamped down on my thighs and he easily held me in place while his tongue fucked my pussy.

  “Big John!” I was going to come, twisting my fingers into the sheets beneath me as control began to slip.

  He ignored my desperate plea, sucking and licking on my clit without mercy. “Don’t move,” he demanded, releasing one of his hands. His fingers returned to my puss
y, sinking in deeply, hooking again over the soft patch of nerves located in my upper walls. With his focus there and on my clit, I exploded with a scream of pure bliss. I gasped for breath, digging my nails into his scalp and throwing my head back against the bed. I bowed tightly, shuddering with fiery release.

  Big John barely waited for me to finish before he got to his feet and quickly removed his clothes. I could hear his breathing, feel his gaze on me the whole time, suddenly glad that the room was cloaked in semi-darkness. The only man I’d ever lain in bed and displayed myself to like this was Paul, and he’d always found something nasty to say about me. I realized now that it had been his insecurities at work, but it didn’t disguise the fact I wasn’t a slim-hipped, small-breasted woman. I was a size fourteen, and only five feet two inches tall. Some of my curves had curves. Well, maybe that was a mild exaggeration.

  “Do you mind if I get a shower?” he surprised me by asking.

  “Not at all.”

  After he left the room I scooted up the bed and pulled the blankets over me. Soon I heard the shower running and wondered what he’d do if I were to surprise him like he’d done to me at the clubhouse, but then I recalled how that little episode had ended. I didn’t care to have a repeat, so I remained in bed, listening to the muted sound of the running water in my otherwise silent apartment.

  I closed my eyes and waited for him to come back.

  Chapter 19

  Daisy

  I was naked, and I should have been cold, but I wasn’t. A delicious heat enveloped me from behind. A muscular arm was over my waist, holding me tightly to the man that was sharing his body heat with me. My butt was snug against the cradle of his hips, and there was a hard cock tucked between my cheeks, poking insistently, as if asking for entrance. As consciousness slowly chased the sleepiness from my brain I became more aware of what was going on, and how it had come to this. The last thing I could remember was closing my eyes to wait for Big John to return from his shower. Relaxed and basking in orgasmic bliss, I’d obviously fallen back to sleep.

  A lazy smile spread across my face, wondering what he’d thought when he’d returned to find me sleeping, and, most likely, snoring. I was sure that he’d been expecting to continue where we’d left off. His arm shifted, and a big hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently. Then I felt his nose burrow into the hair at the back of my neck. He sucked in a breath and released it as a long growl. The fingers at my breast pinched a nipple, the sting shooting all the way down to my clit. Moaning softly, I thrust my ass further into his morning wood.

  “Morning, baby,” he rasped against me. “You owe me something.”

  A giggle escaped me. “I’m sure you’ll collect tenfold.” It occurred to me that I liked waking up next to Big John. “Would you like some breakfast?”

  “Later,” he said, moving fast. Suddenly I was beneath him and he was kissing me roughly.

  That’s all it took to ignite the flame between us. Wildfire surged through my blood, and I arched my hips into his hard cock, which seemed to be probing for something between my legs. I grew wet with the anticipation of where that muscle would be plunging in a moment, because I had no doubt that Big John would be fucking me before he left me again. He thrust against me, but didn’t enter me. I parted my thighs in order to feel the friction of his cock sliding against the folds of my pussy, fanning the flames of hunger that were coursing through my body.

  He pulled back far enough that I could see his face. “Big John!” I blinked several times to make sure that my eyes were focused and that I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing. He was black and blue, and there was a nasty-looking cut on his cheek. His lips were swollen, too, which made me wonder how he’d managed to kiss me so hard, and I thought about the orgasm he’d given me earlier. “Your face!” I gasped, bringing my hands up to cradle his cheeks with concern. “What happened?”

  Our gazes met and held. I could see the arousal in his, but his hesitation told me that he was thinking over his words. “I’m good, babe.”

  If he thought ‘I’m good, babe’ was going to pacify me, he had a lot to learn about me. “Really? Because you look like shit.” He laughed at my passionate outburst. “It’s not funny, Big John. I−” Oh, God, I choked up as emotions I hadn’t expected to bubble up got the best of me. It was obvious that he’d been in a fight, and that he’d been hurt. It hurt to look at him, but I pulled myself together because, after all, this was Big John, and he was Phantom Riders’ club enforcer. I was sure that fighting was the least of his talents. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

  “All’s in working order,” he said, thrusting his cock against me. “Want me to prove it?” he teased, kissing my nose.

  God, help me, even with all his cuts and bruises I wanted him to prove it. I wanted him to bury his cock into me and make me his. All that mattered right then was that he was alive and with me, and whatever had happened before he got there was over. Talk would come later. Right now I just wanted to feel, to embrace the knowledge that he was there. I raised my pelvis into his loins. “Yes,” I said with a little fire, because I was still upset over his face being messed up. “Show me everything is still working, because the only thing moving right now is your mouth.”

  His eyes widened with amusement, and then he reached for something under his pillow. It was a condom, which he promptly tore open with his teeth, removed from the package, and then calmly handed to me. He lifted his body away from mine so I could roll the latex over his length. I pulled a groan from him by giving his cock a good squeeze and a few pumps of my fist. I would have done it for as long as he’d let me. As he lowered his body back down onto mine, his mouth latched on to a nipple.

  Instant pleasure shot through me. I buried my head into the pillow and arched my body in offering. Big John seemed content to love my breasts and nipples, his hands smoothing up and down my body while he thrust his cock against my pelvis. I wanted him inside, trying to twist into a position that would allow him to enter me, but he seemed just as determined to prolong my yearning.

  “What do you want, baby?” he rasped against my breast.

  “Stop teasing me. You know what I want.” I caught my breath when he took a nipple between his teeth. I got his message loud and clear. “Okay, I want your cock inside me!” He licked the nipple he’d just pinched and captured my gaze. “Now, Big John.”

  With a masculine laugh of triumph, he took my hips and flipped me onto my belly. He wanted to fuck me from behind? I was all for that, but before I had a chance to move into position his hands were at my hips and he was pulling me up on my knees until my ass was in the air, and I felt a small pang of self-consciousness at the size. I moaned when his hands began to smooth over it.

  “Love this ass,” he said with a low growl, squeezing the cheeks now. My eyes widened with surprise when I felt his mouth against me. I automatically jerked forward. “Don’t move.” He slapped one cheek, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to get my attention. I immediately moved back into position. His hand spread over where his slap had landed. “You’re fucking sexy, baby. You keep my dick hard.”

  His words turned me on. The kisses he placed on both cheeks caused me to drip with arousal. I whimpered and moaned, pushing into the mouth that was moving over me. Big John made his way toward my pussy, and then I felt his tongue lick me from the front to the back, continuing up to my anus. I jerked forward when his tongue swept over the forbidden star.

  Slap!

  “Ouch!” That one hurt. I moved back and glared over my shoulder at him, which was futile, because he was staring down at my ass.

  “When you’re in this position you don’t fucking move,” he practically snarled. His expression was tight with lust, his eyes practically black. His gaze shifted up to mine. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want, Daisy.” He hesitated. “Okay?”

  I slowly nodded and turned away, quivering at the primal hunger on his unyielding face. Before I could draw another breath, his hands returned t
o my hips and he was thrusting forward, penetrating my pussy from behind. It wasn’t a slow possession. He buried his big dick to the hilt in a rough thrust that would have sent me flying forward if not for the hands that were clenching my sides. I moaned at the feeling of fullness that having him inside me produced. He held himself still for a minute, letting my body adjust to him, and then he began to move with purpose.

  “Jesus, you feel good around my dick.” His thrusts were deep and steady, and I could hear his breathing pick up. “Someday I’m going to find out how tight your pretty ass is.”

  I closed my eyes, which magnified the pleasure he was giving me. I’d never enjoyed anal sex, but somehow the thought of Big John fucking me there only made me hotter. I trusted him not to hurt or degrade me. He’d already proven that he wasn’t a selfish lover.

  My entire body was jolting violently from his pounding, but I was loving his fierce possession. He brought his hands around to my swaying breasts, lifting and squeezing them, tweaking the nipples until I moaned loudly. I pushed into his thrusts, relishing in the sound and feel of his balls slapping noisily against me. He grunted every time he bottomed out.

  “Oh, God, Big John,” I whimpered. “You feel so fucking good inside me.” I felt my orgasm climbing. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Have no intention of that, baby,” he said hoarsely. Yet suddenly he was doing just that.

  He pulled out, and the emptiness that followed was cold and abrupt. I opened my mouth to complain, when he kissed each cheek of my butt and then he was flipping me around while going down at the same time. I ended up straddling Big John, his cock buried even deeper inside me, if that were possible. I let out a cry of pleasure, glancing down into his smug, self-satisfied smile.