by Ami Van
She throws on her backpack and puts on her helmet before backing out after Austin who was waiting just outside of the garage. She can hear the roar of hogs starting up just behind her when she pulls up next to Austin. Maddox on his other side. The three of them, as usual, link their hands as Austin says a quick prayer. This was his thing and she didn’t mind it. Maddox enjoyed it too though. Says it reminds him of his military days. With a houseful of people, it was nice to have something that still belonged to them.
The three of them end their prayer with a quick Amen and fist bumps. And as always, her and Austin were pulling out first. Maddox keeping up only to tell them to slow down. She can just imagine Austin rolling his eyes behind his full helmet. She shakes her head and she can tell Austin was laughing with the shaking of his body. She can hear the hogs behind her and slows down to glance back and was surprised to see Tucker leading the ride. She hadn’t expected him.
They’d never done this together before. It was cool but kind of awkward. Should she slow down and ride with him? Was she allowed to do that or was it against their rules or something? Did the rules even apply to her since she’s not part of their club or whatever?
Oh, what the hell.
She slows down to a coast and waits until Tucker’s alongside her. He turns and gives her a huge grin. One that most likely turned his eyes into slits if she could see behind his shades. She takes the opportunity and unlatches her helmet strap, pulling it up on top of her head so she can yell over the roar of the engines at him.
“There are some serious curves coming up!” she yells.
“Nice!” he yells back and gives her a thumbs up.
She puts her helmet back down and manages to latch it back. Tucker sidles closer and actually reaches his long arm over, grabbing the back of her helmet and give her a little shake. In the past ten years, it was the most tender moment she’d had with her one and only brother.
She picks up speed for the curves up ahead. Tucker does as well and was cornering almost in tandem with her. All the way to the small lake. And it was...great.
Really, really great.
This was their first real ride together. And already, it was turning out to be one of her favorite memories.
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She found herself laughing hysterically while clinging onto Dakota’s back as if she were a child while he swims around the lake. He suddenly takes an unexpected dive under water and she unwraps her arms and legs quick, paddling for air, coughing and sputtering once she breaks the surface.
“You did that on purpose!” she yells at him when he’s up and facing her.
He grins and pulls her body flush against his, pulling her legs around his torso while he treads for the both of them to stay afloat.
“This is nice,” he says.
“Very nice,” she say.
Her arms snake around his neck and he immediately kisses her. It didn’t take long for his brothers to start with the whistling and hooting. She breaks their kiss and hides her face in his neck while he growls at them.
“I’m getting out before I take you right here, in front of them,” he tells her with a smirk.
She unwraps her legs and gives him another peck on the cheek before placing her feet on his abs and pushing away from him with a laugh as she swims on her back toward Austin.
A moment later, a loud round of whistling and barking erupts. She looks at Dakota walking out of the lake...completely naked. His incredibly gorgeous hard body on full display. His briefs were in his hands and he was standing there wringing it out.
He turns and gives her a sinfully naughty grin causing her to lose her momentum and sink into the water. When she breaks surface again, he had his head tossed back and laughing. She looks around and finds the club girls with their jaws dropped. She shakes her head at him. No point in being jealous now. They’ve probably all seen every inch of his body up close and personal.
The man was fucking huge. Everything about him was huge. And everything about him was gorgeous. From his red hair to his reddish beard to his amazing abs. Right down to his feet that hangs off the end of her bed every night.
They could look and drool, but he’s in her bed every night.
CHAPTER 16
Dakota
“Jenks is really laying it on her thick,” Kyle says from next to him.
Minx was in the lake with the crowd. Tucker included. It was nice seeing her having a good time with her brother. There’s always this tension between the two siblings when they were in the same room. But he can always see it in Minx’s eyes. She still loves and admires her brother. Tucker was always going to be her hero.
“Thank god she isn’t wearing a bikini,” Tristan says. “Smart girl. Otherwise, Dakota might have to pry hands off of her.”
“She doesn’t have a clue Jenks is even trying,” Maddox says before taking a puff of a cigar while still on top of his bike after his swim.
He notices that Maddox still had on a black tank top but can still see a block of black ink peaking out. He remembers Minx saying that Maddox had been excommunicated and wondered if he’d blacked out his patch tattoo.
He watches Minx and Austin move over to Taylor, a club girl, and pointing while looking at Maddox. He sees from the corner of his eye; Maddox was shaking his head. Minx and Austin move over to another club slut, Penny, and again points. Maddox again shakes his head. Minx and Austin look at each other and then point at Jessa’s back. And he sees Maddox nodding his head vigorously with a huge grin. Both Austin and Minx were backing away from Jessa now and trying to hold in their laugh.
“What’s that about?” he asks out of curiosity.
“Inside joke. Ya’ll got some dirty girls, man.” Maddox says with a chuckle.
“I’m not even going to try to make sense of that,” he says to the guy. “Or disagree.”
Tucker walks over to join the group. He’d strip down to just his briefs and dove into the lake after his sister once they got here. Atticus and Tristan did as well but they climbed back out after a few laps in the lake.
“Water’s fucking great!” Tucker says. He was reaching for his pack of cigarettes and lighter on the seat of his bike.
“She’s different today,” he says to the group. Not even realizing he’d spoken his thought out loud.
“Minx?” Maddox asks. “This is her norm. She’s usually not so tense. Her and Austin found this place a couple months after we moved here. The ride here clears her head. She gets trapped in it sometimes.”
“Hey, Maddox...thank you,” Tucker says, facing Maddox. “I never thanked you and I probably can’t thank you enough for what you did for her. For taking care of her in my place.”
“I’m still not you, man. You’re always gonna be her hero. But Minx is a good kid. Her and Austin saved me just as much as I saved them,” Maddox replies nonchalantly.
“How did you help her deal after you got her out?” Tucker asks.
“Therapy,” Maddox answers. “After four months with her, me and Austin knew it was beyond us. She wouldn’t sleep. We’d have to slip pills into her food then we got worried she was too dependent on it so we had to cut it off. When she did sleep, she had the night terrors or whatever they call it. And when she was awake, she was in self-destruct mode. Like a ticking time bomb.”
“What do you mean?” he asks, wondering if Maddox was saying she was suicidal and sugar coating it.
“She was angry all the time. She’d pick fights. Didn’t matter with who,” Maddox says while watching Minx and Austin like they are his kids. The guy couldn’t have been any older than he is. “Every other week, I was down at the sheriff’s department picking up Minx for fighting or picking up Austin for fighting to defend her. A few times, I had to pick up the both of them.”
“You’ve done more for her than I ever have,” Tucker says, flicking his cigarette away. “How long was she in therapy? How did you afford it?”
“Two years. Didn’t have to pay a dime. The therapist had some kind
of kink for the bikers. I just let her give me head a couple times on my bike and Minx got sessions for free three times a week,” Maddox answers with a shrug.
“You’re fucking kidding, right?” Kyle asks. “You still got her number ‘cause I got some problems that need to be worked out!”
The group laughs.
“Don’t tell Minx that shit either. You don’t know how hard it is to raise a proper lady and I don’t need her knowing that. Besides, the therapist couldn’t give head if her life depended on it. Now the librarian at the library on Main and Temple. Holy fucking shit.” Maddox whistles. “She helped Minx get her GED.”
“What in the fuck?” Tristan asks. “How deprived of dick are the women in this town?”
“You can probably find a couple of them ready to pay your mortgage,” Maddox shrugs and he wasn’t sure if the guy was kidding or not.
He’d been watching Minx for most of the conversation. She was getting out of the water and heading their way when Kendall walks past her and shoulder checks her hard enough for her to stumble forward.
“Dakota, that slut is getting out of hand with her jealousy bullshit. That wasn’t the first time today,” Tucker barks at him.
“What’s your fucking problem?” he hears Minx yelling back at Kendall.
Kendall turns and looks back at Minx, giving her one of those bitchy smug shrugs. He didn’t hear how Kendall answers but it had Minx fuming and stalking towards the blonde. Shit.
He gets off of his bike at the same time Kendall raises her hand like she was getting ready to slap Minx. But fuck, he couldn’t step in. Club rules. They weren’t supposed to be bothered by problems within the sluts’ circle. Except Minx wasn’t a slut. She was technically his old lady, except no one knew that, including Minx. Regardless, old ladies are supposed to know how to handle themselves around the club girls right?
Before he figures out what he’s supposed to be doing, Minx had already socked Kendall in the mouth before the slut’s hand even came down.
“Shit,” Maddox says.
“Damn! Not her mouth, Minx!” Kyle hollers.
Asshole.
Though that was something he’d probably have said weeks ago before he’d met Minx. He was that kind of asshole too. Probably still is.
Austin moves in between the two women before it goes any further. Kendall was screaming and crying. In dramatic fashion, of course she runs past Minx and right over to where he was standing, wrapping her arms around his waist with Minx just glaring at him, her pale complexion flushed red.
Fuck.
He grabs Kendall’s arms and throws her off of him, shaking his head down at her. Tucker heads over to Minx and throws an arm over his sister’s shoulders.
“Let’s get home,” he hears Tucker say.
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He’d watched Tucker ride alongside Minx from his position behind his club President the whole run back and she hadn’t so much as turned to look at him. She’s mad about something. Whatever went down with Kendall got to her and he’d just wanted to shake her and tell her to snap out of it.
They’d gotten back to the garage before she takes off her gear and walks into the clubhouse behind Tucker. Before he even got off his own bike, he sees Jenks following her inside.
He followed in quick enough to find Jenks talking to her in the hall connecting the garage and the clubhouse.
“Hey, Minx. Can I take you out for a bite?” Jenks asks.
Minx knew he was standing there. He knew she could feel him by the way she was stiffly standing.
“Sure,” she says. “I could use a bite. I’ll meet you back here in half an hour?”
What. The. Fuck...
“Cool!” Jenks says with a fucking grin.
Minx walks away towards the clubhouse front door. Instead of following her, he back tracks through the garage and rounds the building in large strides towards the house. He can see her a good distance up ahead as if she were running.
Inside the house, he was sure she can hear the sounds of his pounding foot on the hardwood floor and then stomping up the stairs behind her. She didn’t even turn around to acknowledge him. Surprising him even more, she tries to close the door in his face. Futile move though. He’d barged right in anyway.
“What the fuck was that about?” he asks, pulling the door out of her hands and slamming it shut.
“Move!” she says, without looking at him. Though she told him to move, she was the one to maneuver around him. She was getting undressed and heading for the bathroom when he pulls her back by the arm.
“What the fuck are you doing, Mercy?” he shakes her. “Whatever happened with Kendall has nothing to do with you. Don’t use that shit against me. And if this date with Jenks is some ploy to get me jealous or get back at me, then you have another thing coming.”
Shit! He was jealous as shit right now. Pissed off and jealous.
She removes his grip from around her arm.
“Kendall’s right you know. Once you’re done here, you’ll be leaving and she'll be going too,” she said it so calmly but he can feel the amount of emotions and turmoil behind each word. He can feel it right in the gut and in his chest. “She’s right about something else. At least she’d never been fucked by any Reapers like I have been. It has to be a hard pill to swallow long term for an MC officer like you, Dakota.”
“We already talked about this. Why are you even bringing it up again?” he growls at her.
She doesn’t say anything before she turns away and walks into her closet.
“If you go out with Jenks, then this...what we’ve been doing...it’s done, Minx.” He couldn’t even believe he was saying the words. Not just words. But an ultimatum.
She leaves the closet and heads for the bathroom.
“You can just as easily tell Jenks yourself but you won’t. You want me to be the one to turn him down and make it seem like I’m pining away for you...just like your favorite slut. So, what does it matter when it ends?” she asks before closing the bathroom door.
God fucking dammit!
The bathroom lock and doorknob in general crumbles in his grip before he swings the door open. She looks at him surprised and the hairbrush falls from her hand. He was on her in one stride, putting his hands on her ass and picking her up, setting her on the bathroom counter.
With one yank, he rips her panties off. He was gripping and grabbing her plump and soft tits after. His lips were on hers, rough and relentless until she opens for him and he swallows her moan before dipping his tongue in.
He can feel her fingers working on his zipper and a few seconds later, she was screaming from the two fingers he was using to work her silky walls.
“That’s it, Mercy.” She’d pulled his dick free of his jeans and her soft, small hands were working him. Fuck was she working him.
He pulls her off the counter and turns her around. Damn but she was so much shorter and smaller than him. Holding her by the hip and practically holding her off the ground as he bends his knees, her hand slams down on the counter to brace herself. He was in her, impaling her in a second. Loving her scream echoing off the walls.
She was bent over that counter and he was hammering into her. Her mouth in a permanent O and he was loving the way she looked.
“Fuck, this is good. You’re so fucking tight,” he says through the slapping of their skin.
She doesn’t respond with words, just moans and screams.
He can feel her gripping him, she was about to sear him and he was ready to explode. One hand leaves her hip and travels up her body up to her throat. In a firm grip, he tilts her face up so she’s looking to the mirror.
“THIS is mine, Mercy. Mine.” But as he’s watching himself fuck her through the mirror, her eyes were saying something back. They were seeing something else and he knew it was too late to pull back.
Mine. He may be the one saying it with words but she was the one owning it with her eyes. Mine...it’s what her eyes were saying right back at him. She
had him. Damn but she had him. He was hers too.
The feel of her heat covering him had him slamming into home harder until he was panting and grunting as he fills her. She was breathing heavily too, her body limp in his arms, her ass still grinding back on him, milking him for every last drop.
He leans forward over her body to whisper in her ears.
“You go on this fucking date but you have another thing coming if you so much as let him touch you, Mercy.” His voice may have sounded in command and control but it was far from the truth. He had no control. She controlled him now. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted and he’d just be sitting here, pissed as fuck, but waiting for her.
He pulls out of her and puts himself away before turning and leaving the bathroom. Leaving the bedroom all together, unintentionally slamming the door.
Fuck my life.
He and Samantha were together for five years and he’d never felt anything like this for her. Samantha was an exhibitionist and fucking her anytime, anywhere had been a man’s dream come true but again...she didn’t hold a candle to Minx and what they have.
CHAPTER 17
Dakota
“Shut up,” he growls at Tristan who is sitting and laughing next to him at the bar counter.
“How often do I get to see you pouting?” Tristan asks. “You’re not even drinking. You’ve been nursing that bottle for the past hour.”
It’s been almost two hours since Minx walked into the clubhouse where Jenks was waiting for her. She looked fucking beautiful. She’s always beautiful but this time more so than any other. If the clubhouse had been half empty like it is now, he might have had words with Jenks. At least she had the sense to decline Jenks when he’d asked her to ride on the back of his bike.
“You ready to make her your old lady or something?” his cousin taunts him.
“I did, she just doesn’t know it.” He tosses his full warm bottle of beer in the trash.
Tristan spews his beer out through his nose. “What?” his cousin asks after he cleans himself up. “What do you mean ‘she doesn’t know’?”