by Ami Van
He was grinding so hard that she thought the bike was going to tip over. He must have sensed her tension because in the next instant, he had his arms wrapped around her waist. Her leg, in return, wraps around his body as he lifts them both off of the bike.
How he saw the chaise lounge in the corner of the garage, she wasn’t sure. But that’s where he was heading with her wrapped around him and their lips never parting. He sets her down, laying her back with her legs still wrapped around him.
As for her hands? She had one threaded into his thick and long reds, pulling off his bandana before combing through it. The other hand was underneath his shirt, roaming all over him as if she were searching for lost treasures.
The moment his lips leave hers, she was gasping for breath. Taking in huge gulps of it as he’s kissing and sucking on her neck and shoulder. His beard brushing against her bare skin was driving her crazy. She can feel his fingers unbuttoning her shorts and can hear the zipper.
“Dakota,” she whispers, even as he was shoving his large hand down in shorts and underneath her underwear. “Oh god,” she exhales when his fingers find her hard nub and begins circling it.
Her fingers were pulling on his hair, trying to pull his lips away from the heat of her skin and trying to push his head closer into her at the same time. God! He was going to make her orgasm...right here. Where someone can walk in at any second now. At the tip of her hesitation, one of his large fingers was inside her and her mind completely stopped functioning.
“Fuck, Minx,” he hisses into her neck this time. “You’re so fucking tight and wet. Dammit!” She can feel his teeth scraping her bare shoulder before he licks after each nibble.
Everything he says becomes incoherent after that. Her thighs tighten around his flanks as the knot in her stomach begins to unwind, the tension spreads throughout her body starting from her core and spreading out, waking every fiber of her being as he continues working his magic finger in and out of her.
“That’s it, baby girl. That’s it. Burn me, Minx,” he coaxes with his words.
He was grinding on her again. Faster and harder, in sync with his finger’s movement in and out of her. When he adds another finger, she was done. She came undone. Right there, in the garage, on top of her chaise lounge project.
“Ahhhh! Dakota! I’m coming,” she says through gritted teeth as she crashes over his fingers. Her hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him onto her as she lifts herself up into his chest. Her heart was pounding way too loud and Dakota continues to draw out her orgasm, rubbing her clit until she was shaking and shattering underneath him. Her body quaking in his arms.
Once her breathing slows down and her mind begins to function as it should again, she can feel him on top of her, breathing just as fast. He was back to kissing her softly on her lips before he pulls his hand out of her shorts.
“You owe me one,” he says, biting her bottom lip.
The only thing she can do in her post orgasm haze was stare at him blankly. He startles her, causing her to turn scarlet from head to toe most likely, when she watches him suck on the fingers that had just been inside her.
“Fuck, short stack. You even taste like vanilla,” he says with a smirk.
“Ugh!” she says loudly before pulling up the top of her tank playfully to cover her face.
His smile was gone in a split second after that and she sees his green eyes darken before his hand softly caresses the skin on her stomach. The bruises. She’d all but forgotten about them already.
“I don’t like what you’re doing, Minx. It doesn’t work for me.”
“It worked for the past six years, Dakota. Things don’t just change overnight because you don’t like it.”
He was zipping and buttoning her shorts and then pulling her up to a sitting position, straddled over his legs. His hands were holding her up at her hips and she was still craning to meet his gaze. Her fingers lightly thread through his soft, red beard. Still peachy smelling.
Why did this feel...right? He makes her want to lean in, to lean on him and disappear in him, under his shadow and in his arms. Not that she fancied herself in love with him. But there was a level of trust with him that didn’t even exist with Tucker. And it was so soon. So quick. Like being swept away by a current that she had no chance of fighting.
“Why didn't you leave? After Maddox and Austin got you out, you could have just left.”
“That’s the problem with you MC guys.” She swings her leg over his and stands. His question hit a nerve and immensely irritated her. “You guys treat everyone who isn’t your brother like we’re expendable. We come second, even third to the cuts and we get left behind at the drop of a dime. Morals don’t dictate what you do but whoever has the fanciest flash sewn on their leather does.”
She turns around and faces him, hands in fists. “Tucker left us. I wasn’t going to leave Tricia and especially not Bianca. Bee doesn’t have anyone else.”
He swings his leg over the seat and stands, towering over her. She watches him adjust himself through his jeans and her eyes pop at the size of his bulge before looking back up to see his obnoxious grin.
“It’s not like that, Minx.”
She turns and starts to walk away, not wanting to hear more excuses. She’s heard these excuses many times growing up. Around her dad and her uncles. The club always came first. The club always got what it needed. Didn’t matter if members’ children needed clothes and food.
Dakota was behind her, walking with his hands possessively on her hips as they walk back into the clubhouse.
“Things are gonna change, Minx,” he tells her right before they walk into the crowd.
She lifts her chin upwards to look at him, ready to protest and in a surprise move, he bends forward and kisses her. He kisses her right there, inside the clubhouse. And when they break, she’s looking back at a clubhouse full of people who were either silent or howling.
“Oh god,” she says before rushing out of Dakota’s arms and heads for the bar where Kyle was grinning at her.
“Not a fucking word,” she cuts him off.
“Was just gonna ask if you wanted a beer,” he says.
Three beers and a few hours later, she was scanning the room wondering where Tucker went. She hadn’t seen him since she set foot in the clubhouse. She spots him with Atticus and Tristan in the corner by the pool table. Maddox was standing with them and she wondered what they could be talking about.
Women and men were gathered around her and Kyle now, making a big raucous so she leaves her seat, swaying a little once her feet hit the ground.
“You alright?” Kyle asks her.
“Fine,” she says, giving him a thumbs up. “I’m gonna head back to the house.”
Exiting the club house and heading towards the house, noise from the side of the building catches her attention. A tall, blonde stumbles into the light, throwing down her cigarette. She recognizes the blonde as the one hanging on Dakota’s arm the night before.
“Minx, right?”
“Yeah,” she answers before she continues walking again. She already had a feeling what this was going to be about.
“You’re no better than I am, you know? I mean, if you really look at things. I’ve been travelling with them...Dakota included, for the past three years. Sure, he’s fucked other sluts in other cities, but when he picks up and leave, I get to go along. I’m not left behind. Like you’ll be,” she says. “He’ll fuck you while he’s here but I’ll still be fucking him years from now when we’re gone.”
“Go back inside and fuck him them,” she says to the blonde, before continuing towards the house.
It was quiet and empty, thankfully. She could use the peace that she’d taken for granted just two days ago. Their place was normally quiet with just her, Maddox and Austin. Their bikes usually were the only loud noises heard around these parts.
Not anymore. Since the Knights arrival, there were music, screaming and shouting all hours of the day from just ab
out every corner of their whole property line, which is pretty big. She lets out a loud sigh as she heads for the stairs, ready to climb into bed.
She’d nearly fallen asleep when she hears heavy footsteps downstairs. A single set though. She turns over onto her side and closes her eyes. It was probably Tucker. Dakota was probably going to stay with blondie at the clubhouse.
A part of her was jealous as fuck. Another part of her had to admit that blondie was right. Men like him...they don’t stay in one place. They don’t sleep with one person. The words monogamous and fidelity were erased from their dictionary the moment they slapped on the cuts. They fuck you and then they leave. Her life at the moment had too much shit she needed to focus on anyway.
She wasn’t sure how she didn’t hear the footsteps coming up the stairs but a moment later, her bedroom door was opening and then closing.
“You should have told me you were leaving,” Dakota says in the dark. How did he even know she was awake?
She doesn’t say anything. She feels her bed taking a huge dip when he sits on the empty side of the bed as if she had subconsciously left it open for him. She can smell the scent of cigarettes and alcohol from him as he undresses.
“I didn’t expect you here,” she says honestly. “The clubhouse might have been more your thing with the gathering.”
CHAPTER 9
Dakota
He undresses down to his boxers, lifts the sheets and slides into her bed right next to her.
“You sound jealous,” he says, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her up against him. Her back to his front.
“You sound like you’re pouting,” she throws it right back at him.
He was.
“I should have fucked you on the bike,” he whispers in her ear. “I’ve been wanting to be right here in this bed with my dick inside of you all night long,” he confesses to her.
His mood had soured really quick when he’d taken a scan of the throng of people and didn’t see her anywhere. He’d thought she’d went into one of the many rooms with one of the other guys. His asshole of a friend, Kyle, took his damn time before finally telling him that Minx had left almost an hour earlier.
She was fucking amazing on the bike earlier. If she had unzipped him and just touched him, he swore he could have busted his shit right then and there. Seeing her lose herself with pleasure like that was fucking addicting and he’d been thinking about it all night. He’d gotten hard just walking into the room and smelling her fragrance.
Fuck, did he have it bad.
He pulls her small, soft body right up against his hard, huge one, sliding one arm under her neck, while the other hand was already working its way down the front of her panties. The moment his finger pinches her clit, she moans and her back bows against him. Wasting no more time, he immediately slides two fingers into her to the knuckles.
She moans even louder, her nails digging into his wrist now.
“Fuck, baby girl. Is this for me?” he asks into her ear. She was fucking molten hot and his fingers were immediately coated with her liquid heat.
Her hand was a vice grip on his wrist now, trying to hold him back and slow him down. He only moves faster.
“Dakota,” she whispers. “I-I have to --” she begins to tell him.
“Not yet, baby,” he orders.
He pulls his soaking fingers out of her and slides out of his side of the bed, grabbing her by her ankles and pulling her to the edge. He pulls her panties right to the floor after that and he was on his knees with his tongue in her in seconds.
“Oh god, oh god,” he hears her panting before he throws both of her short legs over his shoulders. Her heels immediately digging into his back when he sucks on her clit and laps up everything. Her loud moans were fucking getting him even harder. He strokes himself under his boxer briefs a couple times to ease the ache.
“Come. Now, Minx.” He gives her clit another hard suck and she was exploding into his mouth and onto his tongue. Her hands were fisting his hair and pulling until it was almost painful.
Her body goes nearly limp in his hands by the time his mouth leaves her. Turning her pliant body and placing her head on the pillow, he steps out of his boxers and nestles himself in between her legs and on top of her.
Her small hands were immediately on his side, trailing up and over his shoulders until they cradled his face and she lifts up to kiss him. Thoroughly kisses him. His tongue dives in as deep as it could, letting her taste herself on it.
He pulls his lips away moments later. Pinning her head in between his forearms, he looks down at this gorgeous woman beneath him.
“Wow,” she says breathlessly. “No one’s ever done...that...to me before.”
Holy fuck! No other mouth and tongue had ever touched her pussy before? Fuck. That bit of information had him throbbing even harder.
“Tell me to stop now, Minx.” He was huffing and gasping for air, resting his forehead onto hers. “Tell me to stop now if you don’t want this.” His dick is throbbing on top of her mound. He can feel himself leaking onto her skin.
She’s looking up at him. Into him as if she were searching for his soul. She lifts her head and kisses a trail from his neck up to his ear.
“Dakota, please don’t stop,” she tells him.
FUCK YEAH!
“Are you on the pill?”
He can’t believe he’d just asked her that. It’s like his dick had already decided he was going to fuck her with no barriers and had managed to convince his mind in mere seconds.
She nods at him.
Lord have Mercy!
He was already positioning himself at her entrance and can feel her immediately tensing when he slips his head in. She was holding her breath and it makes him grin.
“Dakota?” she says, sounding uncertain.
“You’ll handle me just fine, baby.”
He kisses her head as he slides in a few more inches.
Fuck! She felt so fucking amazing. Samantha hadn’t even let him fuck her raw like this. And he’d never wanted to and made sure he didn’t with anyone before or after his ex. Minx just makes him go caveman with the need to possess.
With every pull out and stroke in, her body was yielding. She whimpers when he bottoms out in her, holding himself there as he tries to screw himself into her even deeper knowing it was impossible.
“This pussy is mine now,” he says, holding her head still in between his forearms. “Do you understand me?” he asks, kissing her gently while he’s practically impaling her. “No one else gets to fuck you but me, Minx.”
As if to solidify what he just said, he was on his heels with both of his hands spreading her wider. One hand on each thigh, pushing them up higher as he watches his dick disappear into her tiny pussy.
“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight, baby girl.”
“You’re...too...big,” she manages to say in between his thrusts.
And soon he was jackhammering like a lunatic into her. The sound of their bodies colliding synchronizing with her moans and whimpers and his grunts and growls were making music in the room.
“I-I’m coming. I’m coming,” she’s repeating so softly as if she were talking in her sleep. It was all he needed to hear before he was driving deeper and harder into her until he explodes, spraying her constricting walls with his seed.
He drops her legs and lays his sweaty body right on top of her, trying to catch his breath as she continues constricting and milking him for every last drop. Fuck! You’ve lost your mind, Dakota. He’d never finish inside a woman before. He’d avoided doing that since he was able to stick his hard on into a female. And he sure didn’t trust women enough to take their word at saying they were on birth control. He’d seen many brothers fall for that.
But his need to claim her and wipe every other memory her pussy might have of any other motherfucker that’s been inside her was too strong. He was a brute. One that just lost control and his damn mind.
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T
he soft creak of the door opening had him waking up. Just as he had woken up the previous morning, Minx was asleep in his arms, pressed up against him. He slowly turns on his back to find Tristan and Atticus standing in the doorway. Tristan with his huge arms crossed over his chest. Atticus had a pissed off scowl on his face, lips pressed into a thin line.
Shit. At least Tucker wasn’t the one standing in the doorway.
The two silently leave the doorway, leaving the door open. How they moved so quietly, he wasn’t even sure. But with another kiss to the back of Minx’s head, he slides out of bed and slips into his jeans, foregoing his shirt altogether before leaving the room and heading downstairs like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
He checks his watch when he reaches the bottom step. Just turned 2pm. Damn Minx and her blackout curtains.
“Coffee,” he mumbles to the two once he’s in the kitchen.
“Coffee? That’s what you have to say?” his cousin asks him.
He doesn’t answer but walks over to the cabinet he’d found the mugs in the day before.
“Don’t you think she’s already been through enough shit?” Tristan asks.
“We’re not here to stay. You know this,” Atticus adds in. “She’s like a kid sister, Dakota. One that’s already been hurt and dragged through more shit than anyone deserves. You shouldn’t have done this.”
They weren’t saying anything he didn’t already know.
“You better talk to Tucker about this,” Tristan tells him.
“Yeah,” he replies. He wasn’t sure how that was going to go down.
“Tuck’s meeting with the sheriff today at 4:00 in town. You’ll need to ride with us,” Atticus tells him. “Minx and Austin are riding with us in the van too. They need to go into town and pick up more food and supplies.”