Killian: Heartlands Motorcycle Club

by Turner, Olivia T.

  I’m ready to go straight, ignoring him completely, but Daisy whispers in my ear.

  “It’s okay. We have all night.”

  With a growl of frustration, I follow him into the parking lot, wishing I was headed straight instead.

  “What is it?” I ask with a huff.

  “I need to talk alone.”

  “This is my soul mate, Michail. Whatever you need to say to me, you can say in front of her.”

  He sighs, looking like he disagrees, but there’s not much he can do about it. I’m not leaving my kitten.

  “I want to place another order,” he says in a low voice. “I couldn’t before we were… interrupted last night.”

  I shake my head. “No more orders.”

  His eyebrows raise.

  “I’m out.”

  He rubs his chin as he stares up at me, his gaze hardening.

  He can give me nasty looks all he wants. I just stare back.

  “There is no out,” he finally says. “We had an agreement.”

  “Agreement is over,” I say in a firm voice that leaves no room for discussion. “We’re done. I have new priorities now.”

  “The agreement might be over,” he says as he narrows his eyes on me. “But this is not over. You know what you call someone who disrespects a Russian?”

  “What?” I ask as I turn my engine back on.

  “A corpse.”

  I laugh as I turn my handlebars. “I hope you got the whole Russian army behind you, Michail. Or, the only corpse will be you.”

  He’s shaking his head as I drive away, taking my girl with me.

  Chapter Seven

  Daisy

  We’re halfway to Killian’s house when I feel my phone buzz. I’m already feeling more comfortable on the back of the bike and I don’t think twice about pulling my phone out to see who texted me. I know that Killian won’t let anything happen to me. He’s way too protective for that.

  “Shit,” I whisper under my breath when I see my father’s name on the screen.

  “What is it?” Killian asks as he turns his head.

  I get lost in his side profile for a few seconds, gazing at his beauty. I love the way his strong jaw juts down like it’s making a point to the world.

  “My dad wants me to meet him for dinner at the diner,” I say as I feel disappointment forming in my stomach like a hard rock.

  “Tell him you’re busy.”

  My chest tightens while my heart feels like it’s shrinking. I want to ask what we’re going to be busy doing…

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say as Killian pulls to the side of the road. He turns around and looks at me and I can’t help but drop my eyes. I don’t want to see the disappointment on his face.

  “Trust me, it’s a good idea,” he says with a sensual look. “You’re going to be glad you did. I promise you.”

  “He’s going to know if I make up an excuse. He knows I have no friends in town and have nothing to do. If I bail on him, he’s going to know it’s because of you.”

  I think we’re both picturing the same thing—us in bed while my furious father kicks in the door with a gun in his hand. Killian won’t survive the night.

  “I need to be with you,” he says. I can hear the pain and anguish in his voice and it makes my heart break. “I have to have you, Daisy.”

  “I know,” I whisper as I take his jaw in my hand and stroke his cheek with my thumb. He closes his eyes and leans into my palm. “Tonight. I promise.”

  He opens his eyes and looks at me, staring with all the intense longing I’m feeling right now.

  “When?”

  “My father is usually asleep by ten when he doesn’t work nights. I’ll sneak out. You can pick me up a couple of streets over.”

  We arrange a place and time to meet and then reluctantly, Killian heads back to the bar.

  “This is killing me,” he says when he parks and I climb off the bike. I have to meet my father in half an hour and it’s going to take about that long to walk there.

  “I’ll make it worth your while,” I say with a seductive grin as I step up to him.

  His strong possessive hands grip my hips and he yanks me into his hard body. “We’ll have to make up for lost time later,” he says as he eyes my lips. “But until then…”

  My body turns to jelly as he kisses me hard on the lips, devouring me as his arms wrap possessively around me.

  Time slows. My knees go weak. My heart pounds. All I can focus on is his tongue in my mouth and how good it feels.

  I was so close to having that tongue between my legs and the thought of that is making me lightheaded and dizzy. I’m sure he’ll be back down there later.

  But first, I have to get through dinner with my father.

  * * *

  My father frowns when he opens his burger and sees onions.

  “I’ve been coming here for twenty years and every single time, I ask for no onions, and every single time they put fucking onions.”

  I’m tempted to tell him that he didn’t ask the waitress for no onions, but decide against it. It’s her problem, not mine.

  “Who was that guy from last night?” I ask innocently as I pick up my burger. I’m trying to act all casual, but my insides are scrambling in panic like there’s a fire alarm going off.

  I can feel my father’s stare harden as he looks at me.

  Seconds go by without an answer, each one feeling like an eternity.

  Finally, I get the guts to look at him and he exhales long and hard.

  “What?” I ask with a shrug. “Am I supposed to know who he is?”

  “You tell me. You two looked awfully familiar with each other.”

  “I’ve never seen him before in my life,” I say, which is true up until last night.

  Today on the other hand…

  God, I can still feel his hands between my legs. It still feels sticky and warm.

  And I can still feel his lips on mine and his possessive hands on my body.

  My dad drops his burger onto his plate, looking like he’s lost his appetite.

  “I don’t want you near that guy,” he says in a hard tone. “He’s a worthless piece of shit.”

  The hair goes up on the back of my neck. I don’t like anyone talking about Killian like that. I guess I’m possessive and protective of him too.

  “Do you even know him?” I snap back.

  “I know his kind. I know his club. They’re all criminals and killers. All of them.”

  “But have you ever talked to him? Had a conversation?”

  I know I’m pushing my luck, but I don’t care.

  “I don’t need to have a conversation with a lion to know that he shouldn’t be wandering free on the streets. These are bad men, Daisy. Violent men.”

  “You were the only one who was violent last night.”

  “Watch it, girl,” he warns as his eyes turn dark. I’m finally starting to see some of that darkness that Killian was talking about and I don’t like it.

  “You beat the shit out of him. For no reason.”

  “Oh, there was a reason,” he says as he glares at me. “He’s a member of the Heartlands. That’s my reason. Him and his father and those thugs have been terrorizing the people of this state for too long. They’re like rabid dogs and they need to be put down.”

  “But what if you’ve got them all wrong? What if they’re trying to be good?”

  “Monsters can’t be good. Even when they try, they do nothing but cause harm.”

  “I think you’re wrong,” I tell him defiantly.

  “And what do you know? You’re twenty years old.”

  He’s never had much respect for me and I can see that clearly now.

  But I do know.

  I know that nobody who holds me in the loving way that Killian does can be all bad.

  There’s good in him. I can feel it.

  Tonight, I’m going to give myself to him completely.

  And there’s nothing my
father can do about it.

  Chapter Eight

  Killian

  My pulse is racing as I wait for my girl. I’m checking my watch every three seconds, but she’s not here.

  It’s almost eleven o’clock—I showed up about half an hour early, I was so excited—and I’m starting to worry.

  Maybe her father found out about us and is holding her hostage in the house. Maybe something happened to her. Maybe someone saw her on the street after I let her go and took her.

  “Fuck,” I hiss under my breath as I pace around like a madman. I knew I shouldn’t have let her out of my sight. I should have handcuffed her to my wrist and not let her leave my sight.

  Just when I feel like my heart is about to explode, I see her jogging down the dark street.

  I break out into a wide grin as I watch her run toward me—her hair bouncing and her breasts jiggling with every step. I’m already hard as a rock when she arrives, jumping into my arms and wrapping her legs around me.

  I waste no time in kissing her. She moans into my mouth and I swallow it down as I realize how damn lucky I am.

  I could have been stuck in jail like Saint or any of the other members of the Heartlands who are behind bars right now. But instead, I’m here with her. And I’m not going anywhere.

  My days of breaking the law are over. There’s nothing I won’t do to keep her in my arms and that includes being on the right side of the law from now on.

  “Did you miss me?” she asks with a sexy smile. Her legs are still wrapped around my waist and her hands are gripping my shoulders. I slide my palms down to her ass, holding her up as I enjoy her soft curves.

  “Did I miss you?” I ask with a laugh. “Every. Fucking. Second. I couldn’t stop thinking of you. It was torture.”

  She seems to like that answer from the grin on her face and the sparkle in her eyes.

  “I missed you too.”

  I kiss her again and this time we’re both moaning as my hard on presses against her spread cunt. There are too many layers between us, but I’m going to fix that soon.

  “Let’s go,” I say as she drops her feet to the pavement. Her dress catches on my belt and she giggles when she pulls it back down.

  “Are we walking?” she asks as her hand slides into mine. I can wrap my whole hand around hers. Her hands are so tiny.

  “My bike is over here,” I say as I guide her down the street. “I didn’t want your dad to hear it and risk spoiling our night.”

  “Not just a pretty face,” she says with a grin as she bounces with every step.

  We stop to kiss a few more times on the way to the bike and then before we know it, I’m riding down the road with her thighs squeezing me and with her hands clutching my hard abs.

  I take her straight to my place—a three bedroom house on the outskirts of town. It’s secluded with a big lot and I think she’ll like it. I hope she’ll like it.

  “Wow,” she whispers when I pull up to my place. “This was not what I was expecting.”

  “What were you expecting?”

  “I don’t know,” she says as she gets off the bike and looks around. “This is so nice.”

  “You were expecting a dump?”

  She laughs. “I saw the bar that you hang out at and…”

  “That’s different,” I say as I walk up to her and take her in my arms. “That’s just a dive bar. Doesn’t mean I don’t like pretty things.”

  She flicks her hair, teasing me. “What other pretty things do you like?”

  I’m watching as she nibbles on her bottom lip. I’ve never seen a more beautiful girl in all my life. She’s angelic and seems unreal. Too good to be true.

  “Pretty pink things like what you have hiding under your dress,” I say with a growl as my lips hover over hers.

  Her cheeks start to flush pink and it gets my cock stiffening to see her all shy and innocent like this.

  “I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough,” she says in a low voice.

  I dip down and scoop her up into my arms. “You have. You’re coming with me now, kitten.”

  She rests her head on my chest as I carry her inside. I kick the door closed and carry her upstairs to my bedroom.

  I toss her onto my bed and her legs are already open as I pull off my shirt.

  “I didn’t get to taste you up close by the lake,” I say as I stalk toward her. “But I’m going to taste every inch of you now.”

  She gasps when I grab her knees and open her legs even more.

  Her summer dress is covering her cunt and I have an overwhelming urge to just rip it off and shred it all to pieces. But I can’t do that unless I want her riding back home in her underwear and that sight is for me alone. I yank her dress up until I can see her panties with the damp spot that’s slowly growing bigger.

  I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them down her legs as I drop to my knees. The warm intoxicating scent of her cunt fills my nose and I nearly pass out, it smells so good.

  My eyes are locked on her pretty pussy as I guide her feet out of the wet fabric and toss it behind me.

  “You are so beautiful,” I moan as I take her all in with my greedy eyes. I was so focused on her wet cunt that I didn’t even notice that she took her breasts out. She’s massaging them and tweaking her nipples as her body grinds on the bed in front of me.

  I’m going to eat her out first, but then I’m taking her raw and unprotected. Her virginity is going to be coating my hard shaft when I’m done with her and my seed is going to be growing in her womb.

  She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m getting her pregnant tonight. I’m breeding this girl’s fresh ripe body until she’s forced to be mine forever. I want her locked and bound to me in every way I can get her and having my kid in her womb is one more way to keep her in my life.

  Just thinking of her stomach getting rounder and larger every day as my child grows in her womb is making me crazy. The sudden urge to breed her is overwhelming, but I have to lick her first and make her come on my mouth. I promised her I would, and I never go back on a promise.

  My mouth is watering as I dip down and run the stubble on my cheek along her thighs, teasing her. She’s moaning already and begging for my mouth.

  I’d tease her some more, but I don’t know if this is harder for her or for me. I want this just as badly.

  She cries out and arches her back as I drag my tongue up her sex with a long soft lick that coats every inch of her.

  “Oh, god, Killian,” she moans as I wrap my arms around her legs and hold her in place. “That feels sooo good.”

  I grin as I dip back down, but this time, I don’t go slow. I devour her with a frenzy that surprises even me.

  I lick her folds, suck her clit, and tease her virgin hole with my tongue until her legs are shaking around me and she’s screaming as her orgasm wrecks through her.

  It doesn’t make me stop. She keeps giving me more warm cream and I keep lapping it up, enjoying every drop until she’s begging for my cock.

  “Please fuck me,” she moans as she grabs her tits. “Please.”

  My dick has been neglected all day and it’s harder than ever. I quickly take off my pants, wrap my hand around my hard aching shaft and pull my cock out as Daisy watches.

  Suddenly, she jumps onto her knees and grabs it, wrapping her fingers around my thick shaft as she licks her lips. Her little pink tongue scoops up every drop of pre-come that oozes out as I watch her ass cheeks swaying in the air.

  I pull back her auburn hair to watch as her soft lips wrap around my swollen head. She makes a little mewing sound as she takes me into her mouth. It’s a beautiful sight.

  I can tell this is the first time she’s had a man in her mouth. She’s sloppy and unpracticed, but whatever she lacks in skill, she makes up in enthusiasm.

  I let her have some fun and then I slowly pull my cock out of her mouth. She gasps as she holds on with her hand and then quickly looks up at me with huge hazel eyes that are clouded with l
ust and need.

  “I didn’t bring you here to get my dick sucked,” I tell her as I take a hold of her chin and lift her up until she’s on her knees on the bed in front of me. Her wet lips are parted as I hover my lips over hers. I can taste every quick breath she takes. “I brought you here so I could fuck that tight little virgin pussy you got waiting for me.”

  She lets out a little gasp and I crush my lips to hers, kissing her with everything I have as she clumsily strokes my hard shaft.

  “Now be a good little kitten and get that dress off, get on your hands and knees, and turn around.”

  I let go of her chin and she reluctantly lets go of my cock. My eyes are locked on her ripe body as she wiggles out of her dress and then turns around, dropping onto all fours.

  Her ass cheeks are in the air with her puckered asshole tempting the beast in me. I lick my lips as I grab my cock and slowly drag it up her wet folds. We both shudder. This is going to feel so good.

  I’m breathing heavily as I guide my thick head to her tight little hole. Her body goes rigid as she waits for it.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” I say with a wince as I force the tip inside. Her warm juices are forced out and several drops run along my thick shaft before tickling my balls.

  “You’re so big,” she moans as she drops her head.

  “It’s going to hurt this one time,” I tell her as I grab her ass cheek with a firm grip. She whines as I push in a little deeper. Her pussy is clamped down around me, squeezing me impossibly tight. “And maybe the next, but soon, I’ll be able to ride your cunt as easily as I ride my bike.”

  She turns around and looks at me with pure lust in her eyes. Her hair is already a wild mess and her lips are open as she pants quick breaths.

  “You want the rest of my big cock?” I ask, teasing her.

  “Yes,” she moans. “I want all of you.”

  “I’m not wearing a condom, kitten. There’s nothing between us. Are you on the pill?”

  She shakes her head and I grin.

  “That means there’s nothing to stop you from getting pregnant. Nothing to stop me from breeding that ripe little womb with my hot come. What do you think about that?”