by Jenika Snow
He opened the door, giving her time to get into the room before he flicked the light on.
“We should be good today. We’re not going to be caught. We’ve got a good couple of hours ahead of them, and they don’t have a clue where we are.”
Shakes threw their new passports and paperwork onto the bed.
Daniella picked hers up, and saw she was now called, Leslie Dawson.
“Leslie Dawson?” she asked, picking up his passport. “You’re name’s Bernie Dawson.”
“We’re newly married, which is why I’ve also got this.” He pulled out a single diamond ring, taking her hand, and sliding it on her finger. “We’re married, and we lost the marriage certificate in a fire along with all of our belongings.” He pressed a kiss to her fingers, smiling at her.
“Wow, we’ve got a whole new story to remember.”
“We can do this, Dani.”
Tears filled her eyes as she stared back at him. “Can we?”
“Yes. People do it all the time.”
“People run away from their father’s for fear of them killing the man they love? I doubt that. I’ve never heard that one before.”
“No, people run away and start a life away from all the crap. We can do this together, Dani. I’m more than ready to start this life with you.”
“Then tell me the truth,” she said. Ever since he’d tensed up earlier, she’d been curious about what he was hiding.
He went tense once again. “What truth?”
“Why did you go weird earlier? I don’t know why you did, but there has to be a reason. You wouldn’t talk about it in front of Sean. You can tell me now.”
One of her tears fell free and he wiped it away.
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“You’ve got no choice. You promised, and once you promise something you’ve got to keep it, otherwise how can I trust you?” She turned her gaze to his chest. “Please, don’t lie to me, Shakes. I’ve lived with my father doing it. I can’t handle you doing it, too.”
He held her hand and took her toward the bed. She sat down, even as he stroked her cheek, and Daniella started to get nervous.
“Is it something bad?” she asked.
“It’s about your mother,” he said.
She groaned. “You slept with her didn’t you?”
His head snapped back as if she’d struck him. “Why would you think that was the issue?” he asked, shaking his head. But then started talking again before she could respond. “No, I’ve never slept with your mother. I wouldn’t touch that cold hearted bitch with a fucking barge pole.”
Daniella was so relieved, and she smiled. “Okay, I can handle the rest.”
Shakes stroked her cheek once again. What was it about Dani that made him so damn nervous? Her mother had been a total bitch, not worth a thought from his woman’s head, yet here he was, talking about her.
“Zeke put a hit out on your mother. She’s dead, baby.”
Dani jerked away from him, clearly shocked.
“She’s dead?”
He nodded. “She’s dead.”
“My father ordered her killed?”
“Yes, and the Soldiers made the hit. He wanted Joker to handle it. Joker did. Your mother is dead and she’s never going to hurt you again.”
She pulled away from him, gripping the bed on either side of her legs.
“I can’t believe this right now. I can’t take it all in. My mother is dead, and Amy’s Joker killed him.”
“Yes.”
“Does Amy know what he’s capable of?”
“It’s what we’re all capable of, baby. But yes.” Shakes touched her shoulder. He was pleased when she didn’t pull away from him. All he wanted to do was comfort her. “I’m really sorry, baby.”
“I don’t even know why I’m upset. She was a bitch. A first class bitch. She kept me on a diet for years. If I put on any weight, she’d control what I ate until I lost it, sometimes making me go a day without having anything but water.” She paused, shaking her head. “I can’t even believe I’m giving her another thought. It’s not fair.”
Shakes tugged her back toward him. “I don’t want you thinking about her again. You’re to forget about her.”
“What do we say about her for this?” she asked, lifting her passport. Shakes took the passport from her fingers, placing it on the floor beside the bed.
“It’s pretty simple, your mother is dead, and we can only rely on each other. We only have each other now.” He stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears. “You’ve got to stop crying, baby. You break my heart each time you cry.”
“I don’t know why I’m crying. She was a horrible person.”
“She was still your mother, either way.” He pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip.
Dani gasped as he plundered her mouth, taking advantage. She reached out, holding his face as she kissed him back. It had been too damn long as far as she was concerned since she’d last kissed him. Pushing her hair off her shoulder, he gripped her shoulder, bringing his fingers to the front of her shirt.
He started to unbutton her shirt, revealing the pale flesh of her body.
“I want you, Shakes.”
“I need you, Dani.”
They both stood together, tearing at their clothes to get them both naked. His vision became a blur of clothing and flesh. Within minutes, he had her naked and took her to the bed. Sliding down her body, he sucked each of her large nipples into his mouth, moaning as she gripped his head, tightening her fingers into his hair.
“Yes,” she said, moaning. He didn’t stay at her nipples. Kissing down her body, he opened her thighs, and then opened the tender flesh of her pussy. She was soaking wet already. Taking her clit into his mouth, he sucked the engorged nub into his mouth. Her cream exploded on his tongue, and he moaned even more. She was so precious and all his. No other man had been inside her, and he’d keep it that way.
Slipping a finger inside her, he worked two digit easily into her cunt, adding a third when she fucked down onto his fingers. He glanced up the bed to see her eyes were closed. She was writhing in pleasure.
He’d replace the whole of her bad memories with good ones. There wouldn’t be a moment when she remembered something bad without thinking about him.
“Please, Shakes.”
“Do you want to come, baby? Do you want my dick inside your pretty pussy?” He asked, flicking her clit.
She screamed out, arching up off the bed. He controlled her body, and her orgasm. It was up to him if she was allowed to come.
“Yes, I want to cum. I need to cum, Shakes.”
“Are you going to give me everything I want?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I can fuck any part of you?”
“Yes.”
“Your mouth?”
“Yes.” She cried the answer out. The single word echoed off the wall.
“Your pussy?”
“Yes.” This time she spoke the word on a sigh.
Leaving her pussy, he pressed her large breasts together.
“Your tits?”
“Yes,” she said, this time giggling.
He pinched her nipples and her giggling turned into a moan.
“How about your ass?” he asked.
She paused. “What?”
“You’d let me fuck your ass, wouldn’t you, baby?”
“You would want to fuck my ass?”
“Yes. I want to fuck every single part of you, Dani. You’re mine, and I’m going to mark every single inch of this body as my own. No man will ever have you, and you’ll not be able to ever forget about me.”
He gently bit down on her clit, causing her to scream in pleasure rather than fright. Shakes was going to make sure that by the time Zeke found them, Daniella couldn’t live without him. He knew for a fact, he couldn’t live without her.
“I’m not any good for you, baby.” Shakes said, almost as if he spoke to himself. “The world I li
ve in should scare the hell out of you.”
And it did, he knew that. His mouth was by her ear and his hands were on her breasts. His body was still primed for her, just as hers was for him.
“I should have left you to your pretty little life, but I crave you so fucking. Never have I wanted something as much as I want you, Daniella.” He emphasized his point by pressing his erection against her. A mewl escaped her. “I admit I’m a selfish bastard because, even though I know this is wrong on so many levels; I can’t stop. I won’t.”
She didn’t want him to stop. “Please, Shakes, please take me. I don’t care about all of that other stuff. I just want you to ease this burn you started inside of me.” She turned her face toward him and pressed her mouth to his. Thankfully, he kissed her back. His tongue slipped into her mouth at the same time the head of his dick pressed into her opening. She lifted her hips, knowing that she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please—” Her words were cut off when he slammed into her in one swift, fluid move. She broke the kiss and threw her head back, groaning in pleasure. He was like a wild man, thrusting, pumping, bringing her so close to the edge, and then stopping right before she went over. Her pussy was so wet for him, and the sound of his skin slapping against hers reverberated in the room.
“So wet and tight.” He growled against her neck and picked up speed.
Soon, she was falling over the edge into mindless, blissful completion. Her hands grappled for something to hold on to, to anchor her to reality. She gripped his wide shoulders, felt her nails dig in, and screamed as another smaller orgasm wreaked havoc on her body and mind. Just as the high started to slowly dwindle, she found herself flipped on her belly. He lifted her ass until she realized what he wanted, and that he wouldn’t stop until he had her back there. Daniella couldn’t stop herself from giving him everything.
Palms flat on the mattress and legs spread wide, she waited for him to make his next move. Her vagina still convulsed from the after tremors of her orgasm. With her chest still on the mattress, her ass was high in the air, his for the taking. The thought of letting him back there, with his massive erection, should have scared the hell out of her. All she felt was the mindless pleasure of wanting more.
Daniella closed her eyes when she felt his fingers skate over her slit and gather her cream.
“You are mine, every part of you.”
“Yes,” she breathed out.
There was no tensing, no worries about what was going to happen next as he spread her juices over her anus. The sheets were tightly fisted between her fingers, and he repeated the action, over and over, bringing her closer to begging him to fuck her ass, probably what he wanted from her. She thought he would push right into her, but when he covered her back with his chest and kissed the shell of her ear, she blinked her eyes open.
His fingers teased her vagina and she swallowed back her moan. Of course, the fear of pain was present, but his soft touches and soothing voice told her that he would be a gentle, but dominating lover. He had already ensured her pleasure above his by bringing her to climax three times and he still had yet to find his own release.
“You’re so responsive to my touch. Will you be this responsive when I’m buried deep in your ass?”
A shiver shook her body. She didn’t answer, couldn’t. The sting of his hand coming into contact with her ass had her gasping. The pain was a sharp contrast to the pleasure he had just delivered.
“Answer me.” His voice was thick like honey, but not nearly as sweet.
“I do. I want to feel you in my ass.” She felt herself blush, not because she had said the words he so desperately wanted to hear, but because she’d meant them, each and every one.
“I am so hard for you. Do you feel what you do to me?” He lifted off her back and she felt his erection slide across her ass. The desire to close her legs, to shield that part of her was strong, but the need to actually feel him in her ass was stronger.
“Y–Yes, Shakes.” She wanted to tell him to do it, to beg him to end her misery and quit taunting her. She was so wet back there now, so primed to take his cock in her ass even though they had no lube. But he continued to make sure she was properly soaked for him. Over and over, he kept pressing his finger into her anus, pushing her fluid inside of her, coating the rim, and make her writhe even more for him.
“Ready for me, baby girl?”
She nodded. “God, yes.” In the next second, he was slowly pushing all of his hard inches into her, gently, slowly, thoroughly. Tears stung her eyes, and she started to feel the burn of being filled completely. It was like nothing she’d ever felt.
The burn and sting of the tip of his shaft pushing through the tight ring of muscle had her squeezing her eyes shut. When he was completely inside of her, he didn’t move. She knew he was letting her body get accustomed to his girth, and for that she was thankful. His hands gripped her ass, squeezing intermittently as if it was agony being still. Maybe teasing him at that moment wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but his slowness was like torture. She pushed back against him, telling him without words that she was ready. He hissed under his breath and gripped her hard.
“You’re tempting something dangerous, Daniella.”
Maybe she was. She knew who Shakes was, knew the real man behind the hardened exterior he showed everyone. Even deep down, even though he as gentle with her, he was still dangerous. She knew he only went by Shakes now, not by his real name…Tristan Grieves.
He may have showed her a dominating side, one that hinted that he liked things much darker, rougher, but he had gone slow with her, been gentle, and made sure her pleasure came first.
Shakes started moving in and out of her and soon the burn of pain was replaced by something far more pleasing. Each time he pushed into her that desire heightened. His groans behind her were enough to have her nearing yet another orgasm, but it was his hand reaching in front of her and his finger rubbing her clit that had her screaming out. She pressed her face into the mattress and cried out in delightfully erotic pleasure. One thrust, two thrusts, and on the third one he buried himself balls deep and cursed loudly. His language was crass and vile, but it reflected the strong emotions she was sure he felt right then. She couldn’t fault him for that.
When he pulled out of her and wrapped his body around hers, she let herself slip into an endorphin-filled coma. It was then, when the darkness was creeping up on her that Daniella let herself fully be owned by this man.
“You’re mine, and I’ll take down anyone that tries to take you from me.”
Shakes wrapped his arms around Daniella, and held her until she breathed evenly and fell asleep. Running his fingers up and down her back as he breathed heavily, he thought about his journey, and how dangerous it really was. Was he doing the right thing taking Daniella away from everything? He knew the club and especially Zeke would not hurt her, but that didn’t mean that taking her away from her life wasn’t wrong. If he was a better man, he would have done the right thing and left her alone, let her live her pretty little life and found a nice boy to be with. But he wasn’t good, wasn’t decent, and he was making her irrevocably his.
He moved to his side, Danielle making soft sounds as he pulled away from her. Shakes looked down at her as she rolled onto her belly, her eyes closed, and her mouth slightly open as she slept. He went to the bathroom and cleaned up, grabbed a washcloth, and came back in the room to clean her up. She was already asleep, not even waking when he gently washed her.
After he slipped on his boxers, he grabbed his gun and went over to the chair by the window. Sitting down, the curtain pushed slightly aside so he could watch outside, he let himself feel the emotions that were buried deep in him. Never had he felt such strong feelings for another human being, and he knew that he would never let anything harm Daniella, nor would he let anyone come between them. So, he’d protect her, watch over her, and make sure knew that he’d leave a trail of bodies and blood in his wake making sure her world wasn’t turned up
side down because of him.
For three more days, they traveled, only stopping for gas, food, and the need to use the toilet, before they stopped for sleep. Shakes wouldn’t stop until he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Daniella offered to drive for him but he wouldn’t let her. She stayed a passenger, waiting for their new life to start.
In the last three days, she’d found herself forgetting all about her father, and the MC that they’d left behind. Not once did she look behind her to think about who had been ordered to follow her back to her dorm or home. Maybe that was foolish of her, but she tried to stay optimistic.
When they came to a small town with a ranch outside of city limits that was for sale, Shakes suddenly stopped.
“That’s it,” he said.
She turned to look at the rundown ranch. “We can’t live there?”
“Why not? We’re a family. I can work hard, and we can make that place work for us.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be cheap to buy, Shakes. Wouldn’t that open up suspicion?”
“No,” he pointed to the sign. “It says rent or own.”
He drove past the ranch, and they made their way into town.
“Before we left I drained my bank account. I’ve got enough for us to stay there for over three years, Dani. Don’t worry.”
“Three years? How much money did you have?”
“I got us enough to get us by. I’m not crazy, Dani, I know what I’m doing.”
He parked on the side of the road in the center of town and Daniella stayed in the car while he went and talked with the realtor. She looked around her. It was a small town, and it was busy. There was a library, and she thought that it might be an option for her to work there. The supermarket was another place. She could work as a waitress as well. She wanted to, no, needed to help make this work, and if that meant blending in, making money to help with their survival, then so be it.
Ten minutes later, Shakes came out. He looked very happy.
“The house is not actually the main ranch. A rancher and his wife own it. He’s known for working with cattle,” Shakes said. “We’re heading up to take a look around the place. There may even be work in it for me, which is good since it’s off the grid.”