Targeting Dart (Satan's Devils MC #4)

by Manda Mellett

  She’s quiet for a moment, then wrenches her hand out of my grasp. “It’s too little too late, Dart. If you’d asked me before, there’s nothing I would have wanted more than to start dating you. I’m attracted to you, but I need a man I can trust.” She breaks off and waves her hand in the rough direction of the club house. “There are club girls here too, aren’t there? And you’ve probably fucked them all.”

  I can’t deny that I have. My silence gives her the answer.

  “Look, Dart, I’m all worn out. I don’t want to talk anymore tonight.”

  I admit she looks tired, and mentally exhausted. Now I might be a bastard, but after cocking everything up, maybe my best chance is to strike while her barriers are down and she’s got no fight left in her. “Doll, I won’t fuck any whores while we’re together. And that’s not what I want to do with you.”

  I’ve caught her attention. Her forehead creases and worry lines appear as she asks, “What do you mean, you don’t want to fuck me? Huh, I suppose it’s because Ron fucked me up.”

  I rear back. “It’s nothin’ to do with your scars. And that’s not what I meant, doll.” I run my hands through my hair as I dig for the right words, then lean forwards and clasp my hands between my knees. “I’ve kissed you, darlin’. Never do that with whores. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I actually kissed a girl. Probably not since I joined the club. Easy pussy is just that, babe. Easy. There to get some relief.”

  “Eva seemed satisfied.”

  I should have expected I’ve not heard the last of that. I give a half smile. “Hope she was, darlin’. I’m not a bastard that just takes.” Undoing my hands, I risk touching her face, and fuck me if she doesn’t lean into my hand. Ignoring that she’s probably too tired to hold her own head up, at this point I’ll take whatever she’ll let me have. “This isn’t what I do with the whores, darlin’. I don’t hang around talkin’ like this. Before I just want to get in there. Once I’m done, I’m finished and out. I’ve never held a woman and discussed feelin’s and the like.”

  She turns and looks into my eyes. “Is that what we’re doing here?” She pauses and bites her lip, then continues in a tentative voice as though she’s almost afraid to ask. “What are these feelings, Dart?”

  “Fuck me, doll. I can’t explain them. But I tell ya, I’m feelin’ things I’ve never felt before.” I shake my head as I think how to describe it. “I don’t give a damn who’s in Eva’s bed now or who was in there before.” Now my smile becomes complete. “I’d know I’d want to kill any other man who was in yours.”

  Now I raise my other hand so I’m cupping her face between both palms. “I don’t kiss bitches—women—doll. You must be a witch, babe. Every time I’ve had your lips you entrance me. You scare me so much, I vowed to keep away.”

  “We’ve only kissed twice.”

  “Somthin’ we can rectify straight away, doll.”

  And fuck me, she nods. Encouraging her face up, I lean down. Her lips are as soft as I remember, and immediately I’m lost. When she opens her mouth and grants me entrance, my tongue sweeps inside, and that taste goes straight to my groin. I force myself to think of her injuries, and before I act on my desire to take this further, pull away, then lean my forehead against hers.

  She’s quiet, and once again those teeth are worrying at her lip. After a few seconds she says, “Dart. You’ve caught me with my defences down. I must be out of my mind.” She’s going to give me a chance. I feel like jumping out and shouting, but force myself to stay in place and listen to what else she has to say. “How do we do this? What do you want from me, Dart? I want to understand what you’re asking. I can’t…not yet.”

  And I wouldn’t push her until she’s healed. “Babe, the last few days have been hell for me as well as you. When you disappeared I was frantic. When I found you injured so badly I didn’t know how to cope. And today, fuck, I wasn’t scared for myself, but for you and Tyler. I want, no need you close. Just give me this, doll. Stay with me tonight. I know yer hurtin’, so I’m not proposing anything other than keeping each other company.” If I can get her to sleep in my bed it will at least give us a good place to start.

  “Tyler.”

  Oh yeah, I knew she was going to come up with that. “He’s asleep, darlin’. And we’ll keep the door open and hear him if he stirs. You sleep beside him and he might roll on you and hurt ya.”

  “What’s stopping you from rolling on me?”

  I smirk. “I can keep my hands to myself as long as you can.”

  She forms a fist and punches my arm, but her lips have curved up. It looks like she’s decided to stay.

  Not wanting to give her time to rethink it, I move to the practicalities. “Come on, let’s get you settled.” I rummage in the pile of clothes I brought up with me from my room. “Wear one of my shirts.” And my cock twitches at the thought of her wearing something of mine.

  She hesitates, and then gives in, but the truth is she’s so worn out she’s too tired to protest, but right now I’ll be a bastard and take anything I can. She gets up, takes the shirt, and goes into the bathroom. As she walks, hunched over like an old woman, I bite back a curse, and promise that now she’s under my protection on my home ground, no one’s ever getting near enough to harm her again. While she’s gone I strip down to boxers and pull back the sheet. I’m just about to slide inside when there’s a knock at the door. I open it to find Allie standing there.

  “Hey, Dart. You’re a hard man to find. Heard you were back but you weren’t in your suite. Had to get Mouse to tell me where you were.”

  “Allie…”

  Her hand comes out and touches my bare chest and her fingers do a dance against my skin. “Thought you and me could get together, hmm? I’ve been dreaming about sucking your cock. Mmm mmm. Doubt those Cali whores could satisfy you the way I can, let me in and I’ll show you just how.”

  My cock isn’t up for any such action, not from her or any of the sweet butts. The woman I want is currently getting dressed in my shirt in the next room. Fuck it! When the thought of Alex so close by and naked lodges in my head, my cock starts to stir.

  Pointedly Allie looks down at my tenting boxers, and then up at my face. She smirks. “Feelin’ it, aren’t ya? You want me to get Paige and Diva along too? Or Pussy, and Jill? See who’s available?”

  The thought of the three overused whores going down on me helps me get my unruly cock under control. Before I met Alex, I’d have happily done one, two, or three of them, singly or all together at once, but now the thought turns me right off. As her hand on my chest starts to move lower, I grab it and stop her wandering fingers before they reach their target.

  “No, Allie. Not tonight. Not ever.” Shit, I’m burning my boats here, hearing words coming out of my mouth I never dreamt I’d be saying.

  Her eyes flit to mine, and her mouth purses. “You aren’t steppin’ into the old lady trap, are ya? Not you as well. You’re not the type, Dart.”

  I’m not. But if I was, a woman as brave as Alex is exactly what I’d be looking for. Someone so strong and so selfless. Unfortunately I’m still holding Allie’s hand to prevent it exploring, when her eyes widen as she sees something behind me.

  Oh fuck. I drop her hand fast. “Get out of here, Allie. And tell the other girls I don’t want or need anything from them.”

  “You’re with…that?” Allie’s look of contempt is more than I can take. “Club wouldn’t allow it, Dart. She’s black, and she works for us.”

  And then suddenly there’s a comforting hand on my back. “I don’t work for the club anymore,” Alex starts, but gives no explanation. “But yeah, he’s mine. So back off.” Then almost without a break she adds in a sultry voice, “You coming to bed now, Dart?”

  I want to laugh. Want to fist pump the air. Apart from the whores who might fight about who gets my cock, no woman’s ever been possessive about me before. Her declaration of ownership shows we’re in a fucking good place to begin to explore this strange a
ttraction between us.

  Allie knows when to give up. With a huff, she makes an about turn and leaves. I swing around, my arms rising to take my woman in my arms…

  “Don’t get any ideas, Dart. I could have gone to my room and let you get on with it, but I didn’t want to hear screams of ecstasy from in here all night.”

  Now my hands do land on her biceps as I can’t help but chuckle. “Screams of ecstasy, eh? At least you know what to expect, sweetheart.”

  That wasn’t what she meant at all, and her eyes narrow to let me know it. Doesn’t stop me none though. “When your healed, I’ll be happy to give you a demonstration.”

  She blushes, and then frowns. “Dart, I’m tired. I can’t do this tonight. I’ve got no fight left in me.”

  “Don’t want to fight you, Doll.” Letting go of her arms, I wipe my hands down my face. “I know I’ve got a long way to go to get you to trust me again. All you’ve got to decide is if you want to start on that journey. I didn’t ask Allie to come to me, and I sent her away. I’ll always send her and any club whore away.”

  She’s quiet, thoughtful. And then her tired shoulders slump. “I’m just staying in the same bed, Dart.”

  “I know.”

  Letting go of her arms, I put my hand to her back and give her a little push toward the bed, noticing, with a smile, that my shirt comes down to her knees. Touching her through the material I can feel her breathing has quickened, showing she’s not immune to me at all, and the thought of me showing her just how loud I could make her scream makes my cock rock hard, despite knowing that her injuries make it impossible for now.

  She pauses before getting onto the bed, but doesn’t turn to look at me. “Did you mean it, Dart? You won’t go with the whores?”

  “Next and only woman I’m fuckin’ is gonna be you, sweetheart.”

  I hold my breath, but she doesn’t say no.

  Chapter 23

  Alex

  Fang’s leading me out of the room. Dart’s hands are untied, but he’s doing nothing to help me, just standing, watching. Looking over my shoulder, frantically trying to beg for help but unable to get words to come out of my mouth, I see Gator walking around, shaking their hands, thanking them for bringing me along.

  In a room with black walls, Fang drags me over to a cold metal table and starts stripping off my clothes. I’m struggling, trying to escape, but when Gator comes in to help I haven’t got a chance. They’re too strong and soon have me naked and are pushing me back onto the unyielding surface. Fang’s hands go to his fly and he starts to draw down the zip.

  “Fuck, her pussy’s stitched up. Give me your knife, Fang, and I’ll cut them out.” What? Who stitched me back up?

  “You’ll cut her with that.”

  “Gonna bloody her up anyway. A bit more won’t matter.”

  I feel the cold metal of the knife and start screaming.

  “Alex. Alex. Wake up. You’re having a nightmare. Keep still, darlin’, you’ll pull your stitches.”

  Slowly I realise I’m lying in a soft bed not on a cold table, and it’s not Fang or Gator’s voices I’m hearing. It couldn’t be, the two of them are dead, I saw that with my own eyes.

  “Alex, doll. Oh, Alex. Don’t cry.”

  I hadn’t realised tears are escaping. Forcing open my wet eyes, I see a bedside light has been turned on, and Dart’s looking down at me, his brow creased and his lips pursed. Reaching out my hand I touch his cheek, as much to anchor me to the present than anything else.

  “Oh, sweetheart. Come ‘ere. Let me hold ya.” He moves so slowly, as if he doesn’t want to frighten me, and gently wraps his arms around me, careful of the wounds on my chest. He pulls me to him and spoons around me.

  My heart’s still racing from the terror of my dream, my skin covered in goosebumps from the cool air blowing from the air conditioning unit. His warmth surrounds me, and as he softly strokes his hand up and down my arm, I start to relax. Until I feel a hardness against me. I try to move away, but he holds me back.

  “Can’t help it, darlin’. Just ignore it. Having a beautiful woman in my arms will do that.”

  “Having any woman would probably work,” I snap.

  I feel his mouth nuzzling the hair on the top of my head. “Not any woman, darlin’. Since I first saw ya dance I only get hard when I’m around you, or thinkin’ of you. And that’s the truth of it. Believe it or not, that’s down to you. It’s you that I want. Don’t know how you done it, babe, think you must have put some kinda spell on me.” He chuckles softly, and I feel the sound vibrating over my scalp. My resultant shiver is not from the cold.

  But how could he want me? He might have before I was badly scarred. How can he now that Ron’s left his mark on me? I hate that man who may well have taken my future away. Biting my lip, I try to stop more tears falling.

  Dart must realise he’s lost me, as his arms tighten. “Whatcha thinking that’s got you so worried?”

  “My scars. You couldn’t…”

  “Fuck, woman. I can deal, give me some fuckin’ credit. You’re still the same woman you were before.” He lowers his voice and it becomes a gravelly growl. “You’ve still got the same tits and ass.” As though making the point, one of his hands fondles my backside. “Mmm. I love this, ya know?” I should tell him to stop, but it feels so nice. Such a loving touch that I’ve never felt before.

  We lie in silence for a minute, and then Dart speaks again. “What do you feel about tattoos?”

  What? The sudden change of subject floors me. “What do you mean? You can get another one if you like. I like them.” I’ve already seen his colourful chest and the big Satan’s Devils tattoo on his back. More wouldn’t bother me.

  “Not me, doll. Though I’m pleased you approve. But for you.” He pushes me over onto my back, and his hands move until they cover my breasts. I should stop him, but I don’t. Slowly his fingers circle the tee shirt material covering my mounds. “Daisy chains or something. They’d look great.” And hide the cigarette burns, I finish in my head. Couldn’t be more pain than the way I got my scars in the first place.

  “And here.” His hand hovers over my chest. “You can think of a design to go here. A good tattoo artist will work around the scarring and make it disappear.”

  “The scars will still be there. And you’ll feel them.” Any man would, I hastily correct myself. And be able to trace the ugly word Ron had carved into me.

  “Won’t bother me none. Alex, you’re not your scars, you’re more than what that bastard did to you. You survived. Fuck, you were so strong to leave the first time. If you hadn’t, you’d have already been dead. Feel my dick, darlin’, he’s hard for you as you are. Once you’re healed you can take up dancing again. But only for me. Don’t want any other fucker looking at ya.”

  “No, I’d frighten the customers away.”

  “I very much doubt that. Did I tell ya you’ve still got a fantastic ass, babe?” Again he moves to cup that part of my anatomy, and I’m ashamed to admit I push my globes back into his hands. He explores and squeezes, then his fingers wander. I tense, but can’t bring myself to push him away.

  “Are you still sore, babe? Down here, where the bastard stitched you up?”

  “Only a little.” I shudder as I remember the indignity Ron had put me through. It’s the thought of it that’s worse and makes me cringe.

  “Why don’t I see if I can make you forget about that?” The fingers of one of his hands creeps down lower across my stomach.

  As I realise his intention, I try to pull away. “No. You can’t. I don’t want anyone touching me there.”

  I feel him tensing, but when he speaks know he’s not angry with me. “Don’t let that fuckin’ bastard win, doll. Don’t give him the power. He’s screwed with your head. You tell me no, you’re doing exactly what he wants. Let me take the memory of what he did to you away.” His fingers reach their goal, and just one touch ignites something inside of me.

  I should be moving, evading his
hand. Telling him to stop. He’s right. If I’m squeamish and don’t move on from what Ron did, I’ll be giving in to him. And what Dart’s doing feels so good I force myself to be still, neither pulling away nor speaking as he gently strokes between my lower lips. My mind might be objecting, but my body responds automatically.

  “You’re wet for me babe. Hmm, I like that.” As his finger lightly probes, I can’t suppress a moan, and I press against him. He raises his hand and brings it up, and I hear a sucking noise. “Doll, you taste so fuckin’ good. Always wondered what you taste like. It’s perfect. It’s you.”

  His hand moves back down, and now he’s making lazy circles around my clit. I suck in air and try to move my hips around. I shouldn’t be letting him do this, but it’s so good I don’t want him to stop.

  “Relax, just let me do all the work.”

  It’s hard to relax as my muscles start tensing. A finger probes again, and then another. “You’re tight, doll. You’re going to strangle my cock when I get in there.”

  He’s keeping up a gentle rhythm, enough pressure that my desire keeps building and building.

  “That’s right, babe. That’s it. You’re nearly fuckin’ there, aren’t you?”