by Wilder, L.
“Is your mother watching her?”
August nodded. “Just until Gus gets ready to leave. Then, they’re taking her over to his place for the night.”
“Good.” Kenadee looked over to me as she said, “Have you had a chance to meet Darcy yet? She’s the one the guys hired to work out at the garage.”
“The painter?”
“Yeah, that would be me. It’s nice to meet you, August.”
Alex leaned over to me and said, “August is Gunner’s ol’ lady and Gus’s daughter.”
“Gus? As in the-president-of-the-club, Gus?”
“The one and only. They just recently found out about one another, so it’s been an adjustment for both of them.”
“Oh, wow. That must’ve been quite a shock.”
“Yeah, you could say that again,” August scoffed.
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Reece interrupted. “Are we still going to meet up for breakfast at the diner tomorrow?”
“I don’t know.” Doubt crossed Alex’s face. “I’ve really been looking forward to it, but Shadow was pretty adamant that we postpone.”
“Blaze was, too,” Kenadee replied in almost a pout.
“Why? It’s not like they don’t have eyes on us all the time.” Reece nodded her head to the guys behind us and sighed. “And it’s not like we’re going far—it’s just the diner.”
“They just want us to be safe.”
“Sometimes they go a little overboard.” Kenadee turned to August and me as she said, “We don’t get a chance to get together that often unless there’s a party or a lockdown, so we decided to starting meeting once a month for breakfast.”
“That’s cool.”
“It’s usually a lot of fun. It’s just that we have some things going on right now, so it’s probably better for us to just do what the guys want and postpone.”
“You two should come join us the next time,” Kenadee suggested. “We usually try to get to Daisy Mae’s by ten.”
“I’d like that.”
“Give me your number, and I’ll text you the next time we decide to get together.”
Just as Kenadee finished keying my number into her cell, the guys started coming back into the bar. I grabbed another beer and watched as they each went over to their women and made sure that all was well. I took a quick glance around, but found no sign of Rider or Gunner. I was about to ask Kenadee where they might be, but quickly noticed that she and Alex were busy talking to Shadow and Blaze. Some of the others had gone to play a round of pool, leaving August and me alone. Deciding to strike up a conversation, I turned to her and asked, “So, how do you like being the president’s daughter?”
“I don’t really know just yet.” An odd expression crossed her face. “Like Kenadee said, I just found out that he’s my father, so I’m still learning how all this club stuff works.”
I was suddenly starting to feel the effects of the beer and shots. “So, you’ve never been around an MC before?”
“God, no. I hadn’t even been around a motorcycle until the day Gus took me for my first ride,” she scoffed.
“You don’t ride?”
“No. Just with Gunner…and that one time with Gus.” She motioned her hand, letting the girl behind the bar know she wanted a beer. “Growing up, my folks just weren’t into that sort of thing, so I never really got the opportunity.”
“And now that things have changed?”
With narrowed eyes, she eased back in her seat and looked at me like I had three heads. “Would I want to have my own bike?”
“Yeah, your own bike. Your own cut. The whole nine yards.”
“I never really thought about it.”
Just as she replied, Rider walked over to us with Gunner and an older gentleman with a long, thick beard and dark, piercing eyes. I’d heard the stories about him and knew right away that he was Gus—the famous president of Satan’s Fury. I might’ve been unnerved by the fact, but I was feeling just a tad tipsy.
Gunner slipped his arm around August as he asked, “You girls having a good time?”
“We are. How about you?” I could hear the concern in her voice as she asked, “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine.” Gunner looked over to Gus, then asked, “Have you had a chance to meet Darcy yet?”
“No, can’t say that I have.” He extended his hand towards me with a small smile. “Been hearing lots of good things about you.”
“You have?”
“Blaze has been very pleased about the work you’ve been doing over there.” He ran his hand over his thick beard as he studied me for a moment. “Also heard you put T-Bone in his place.”
“Apparently you aren’t the only one who’s heard about that.” I could feel Caleb standing next to me, watching me intently as I spoke, “T-Bone and I are straight now.”
“Heard that too.”
August leaned towards Gunner and Gus as she looked up with a playful smirk. “Darcy and I have been talking and...she thinks I should get a motorcycle of my own.”
I’d heard the stories about Gus and knew he was a man you didn’t go up against. He was known to lead with an iron fist, never taking shit off of anyone, and from the looks of him, I had no doubt that the stories about him were true. It was clear from his expression that he wasn’t pleased that I’d suggested that his daughter get a bike of her own. “Is that right?”
“Now, hold up a minute.” I suddenly regretted my entire conversation with August. I’d let the haze of the alcohol I’d consumed cloud my thinking. I tried to set things straight, but only ended up making matters worse when I told him, “I was just asking if she’d ever thought about getting one of her own, but I don’t see what harm it could do for her to have one...Unless you have something against your woman having her own motorcycle.”
Gus’s voice was deep and raspy, commanding complete attention as he spoke. “From what I hear, you not only ride, but you have a bike of your own.”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Okay, then.” A smile crossed his face as he said, “There you go. We do have women that not only ride, but own a bike of their own.”
“Wait,” I argued. “I don’t count. I’m just an employee.”
“You’re tied to Satan’s Fury just the same.”
His answer came as a surprise to me. I thought I was just working for them. I didn’t realize that they considered me tied to them. I was both flattered and terrified by the thought. I was still trying to wrap my head around his last statement. I hadn’t noticed that Caleb inched closer until I’d glanced up at him. I could tell by his expression that he was worried about what I might say next. Sadly, that didn’t stop me from saying, “Tied to Fury or not, I’m still just an employee. What I’m riding or not riding doesn’t really matter. Now, with your ol’ ladies, that’s something different all together. Makes me wonder...You’ve got a thing for having your women behind you instead of beside you?”
I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth when Caleb cleared his throat with a loud grumble, then further interrupted me by saying, “I don’t know about y’all, but I could use another beer. Maybe two.”
“Yeah, I could definitely go for one,” Gunner replied. “August too.”
“You got it.” He took me by the hand and gave me a gentle tug, leading me out of my seat. “Darcy and I will round us up a few cold ones.”
“But...I don’t,” I started to argue, but stopped as Caleb led me through the crowd. When I realized we weren’t going to get the others another beer, I looked back over at Gus and Gunner and found them both smiling from ear to ear. It was clear that they were quite amused by Caleb’s little stunt, but I, on the other hand, was not.
Rider
Once I had Darcy in my room, I slammed the door behind us and turned to face her. With a flushed pink face and gorgeous blue eyes blazed, she threw her arms up in the air. “What the hell was that, Caleb? I wasn’t done with my conversation!”
“Oh, no. You’
re wrong about that.” I could still remember how hard-headed Darcy could be when we were kids. The minute she’d set her mind to something, I knew there’d be no changing it, so I’d just end up letting it go. This was different. This time, we weren’t just a couple of kids arguing over trivial shit. This time, she’d crossed a line, and I wasn’t going to simply let it go. “That conversation was done the minute you started talking about women and the club.”
“And why would that be?”
“Because you don’t have a clue about what goes on here or how things work,” I barked.
She propped her hands on her hips defiantly, “But I was making a good point before you yanked me out of there!”
“You do not question the president of Satan’s Fury about who he gets to fucking prospect! Hell, you don’t question him about anything!”
“Pfft. Well, that’s just stupid. I was just—”
“Darcy.”
“Damn. You’ve got your panties in all kinds of a twist.” She rolled her eyes indignantly as she huffed, “I simply asked the man if—”
“Damn,” he grumbled, cutting me off yet again. “You’re even more bull-headed than I remember.”
Her eyes narrowed as she took a charging step towards me. “Why? Because I asked the man a question?”
“No. Because you’re wrong.”
“Fine. I’ll admit that, all things considered, it might not have been the best topic of conversation, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I was wrong.”
“That’s because you’re so fucking stubborn.” I ran my hand through my hair in aggravation. “The brothers here treat their women with nothing but respect. There’s nothing in the world they wouldn’t do for them. They’d lay down their lives in order to protect them, and their women know it. They never have to question their loyalty or love towards them. Never. So, just to make sure I’m being perfectly clear—where the ol’ ladies ride has nothing to do with whether or not the guys want them at their side. It’s simply where the women want to be.”
“You’re right. I clearly didn’t realize what I was saying, and I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I’m sorry.” Darcy cocked her eyebrow as she added, “But just to make sure I’m being perfectly clear, I am not stubborn!”
This woman was going to drive me to the point of insanity. Darcy had a stubborn streak a mile long, but damn if I didn’t find her sexy as hell when she dug her heels in. I could see her winding herself up to come at me again, and I just couldn’t hold back anymore. I ran my hand behind her neck and pulled her parted lips to mine, silencing her with a kiss.
As soon as her tender, full mouth pressed against mine, her tense muscles melted into my arms. Darcy wound her arms around my neck, and as she kissed me back, I found myself thinking back to all those fantasies I’d had about her in high school. I was just a teenager, but even then, I knew how incredible she would feel in my arms. I was consumed by her, then and now, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. She pulled back from our embrace just long enough to whisper my name, “Caleb.”
I looked down at her, and when our eyes met, I said, “Tell me.”
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she remained silent and stared at me with lust-filled eyes, making me want her even more. I wound my fist in her hair and pulled her back to my mouth. She let out a needful moan when the once tender kiss quickly changed, becoming more intense and heated. She opened wider, inviting me to claim her with my mouth. Damn. Darcy felt so fucking good in my arms, and as my hands drifted to her hips, pulling her closer, I wondered where else I’d like to claim her body. Just thinking about tasting and exploring every inch of her naked body was making me grow harder by the second. When she looked up at me, I could not only see, but I could also feel the need radiating off of her. As much as I wanted to take her right then and there, I wasn’t going to push. She would have to say the words.
We continued to kiss, and as I held her close to my chest, the moment I waited for finally happened. She shifted her hips, grinding against my growing erection as her heated moan shuddered through her chest. I gave her hair a gentle tug, then lowered my mouth to her ear and whispered, “Tell me what you want, Darcy.”
“You know what I want.”
“I want to hear the words.” Darcy studied me for a moment, and fearing she might not follow through, I demanded, “Tell me.”
Her eyes met mine as she placed the palm of her hand on my cheek. “I want you, Caleb.”
As soon as the words came out of Darcy’s mouth, I was done. I kissed her once more, long and hard, then pulled my t-shirt over my head. I watched as her hungry eyes dropped to my chest. While gnawing her bottom lip, she ran her fingertips over my muscles and trailed them along my ink and down my abdomen. She reached my waist and made quick work of my belt and fly, then started to tug at my jeans.
I stepped out of my boots, then pulled off my socks, jeans, and boxers. Leaning down, I lifted her into my arms and cradled her against my bare chest as I carried her over to my bed. Carefully, I lowered her onto the mattress, then slipped off her heels. Darcy lay perfectly still as my hands reached for the hem of her mini-skirt, slowly easing it, along with her white lace thong, down her long, lean legs. With every inch of exposed skin, I could feel the blood surge to my cock. I took my time, using every bit of resistance to rein in my hunger for her so I could save it all for the moment I slid deep inside her. Darcy’s eyes never left mine as I pulled off her top and ran my fingers along the lace cup of her bra. I shifted the soft fabric to the side as I took her nipple firmly in my mouth. She arched her back towards me as I swirled my tongue around her sensitive flesh that begged for more. Damn. She felt so good, tasted so good that it was nearly impossible to keep myself from completely losing it. Needing more, I trailed my mouth down past her navel, and her moans filled the room as I kissed and nipped at her soft, delicate skin.
I centered myself between her legs, spreading them wide as I raked my tongue firmly across her clit. Her fingers wound into the sheets, twisting them in her hands, as I continued to tease her with my mouth. I never took my eyes off of hers as I relentlessly licked and sucked, back and forth, relishing the way her body reacted to my every touch. Darcy was close, and after just a few more moments, her body grew rigid with her release. Seeing that satisfied look on her face made it impossible to wait a moment longer. I had to be inside her.
I reached into the drawer beside the bed for a condom, and as I began to rip it open, she took it from my hand. “Wait...it’s my turn to play.”
A mischievous look crossed her face as she bit her lip and slowly positioned herself at my hips. Her greedy eyes fixed on my throbbing cock as her fingers wrapped around me. The moment her tongue swirled around the head, I was lost. Hell, a fucking train could have come through that room and I wouldn’t have noticed.
“Damn, woman,” I groaned. “I like the way you play.”
Her lips curled into a smile as she started slowly moving her hand up and down my hard shaft, gradually tightening her fingers around me. Her mouth felt so fucking good around my cock. My hands dropped to her head, tangling in her long auburn hair, as she opened her mouth wider, taking me deep. When I felt myself press against the back of her throat, a hiss slipped through my teeth, and before I could rebound, she quickened her pace, nearly sending me over the edge. Her warm, wet mouth was driving me wild, but I wanted more.
I slipped my hands under her arms, pulled her forward and then quickly rolled us over, and as I looked down at her beautiful yet confused face, I growled, “Your mouth is incredible, but I need to be inside you. Now.”
After grabbing the condom from the bed, I slipped it on and centered myself at her entrance. Her eyes instantly locked on mine. They were wild and fiery, her desire evident. She wrapped her legs invitingly around my waist, pulling me closer and grinding her center against my hard cock. I couldn’t wait anymore.
“Yes,” she moaned as I slid deep inside her. I felt her breath tremble, and I
paused, reveling in the warm, wet heat of her pussy. It was so tight and perfect that I had to fight the urge to come just from being inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” I growled and started to move, thrusting harder and deeper with every drive, building up to a relentless pace. Each was more demanding than the last, and I could feel Darcy pulsing around me as her orgasm began to take hold. She shifted her hips forward in the same heated rhythm, giving as good as she got.
“Oh, God! Caleb, don’t stop! Yes!”
“Fuck,” I groaned. Her body jolted beneath me and she clenched my rock-hard cock, milking me as I continued to drive into her. The sounds of our bodies pounding against one another and echoing around the room made me want to claim her in the most carnal way. At that moment, I slipped my hands under her hips and lifted her, grinding the tips of my fingers into her ass as I buried myself even farther. A deep, tortured growl raked through me as I came inside her. I stilled, relishing in the sensation. After a few moments I removed the condom and tossed it into the trash, then lowered myself down onto the bed beside her. When she rolled to her side, I put my arm around her while she rested her head on my shoulder.
We lay there in silence, listening to the sounds of our ragged breaths start to slow. I was still trying to gather my senses when Darcy propped up on her elbow and glared at me. “Just so you know, I am not stubborn. I’m…strong-willed.”
“That’s the first thing that comes to your mind after we just...” I shook my head and chuckled. “Really?”
“Well, I’m just...”
“No, Darcy. That in itself goes to show just how damn stubborn you really are.” I cocked my eyebrow at her as I said, “But I’m not complaining. Hell, as fucked up as it is, I actually like that you’re ‘strong-willed,’ as you call it.”
“I’m not the only one, you know.” A smirk crossed her face. “You’re pretty damn stubborn yourself.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“Um-hmm.” She nodded. “Sure do. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have two new security lights on my trailer.”