“We’re heading home after this. I want my cock buried in you.”
“Maybe we should have stayed there and fucked all day.”
“That’s what we’re gonna do tonight. No rest for the wicked, baby.”
Biting my nipple through my bra and shirt, I squeal, and he smirks, bringing his gaze to mine.
“Let’s get in there and get this done, so I can take you home.”
Taking my hand, he brings me along inside the hardware store. Fifteen minutes later I have a new key ring and key in my hand.
“It doesn’t have the key fob, so I’ll give you my key, and I’ll keep this one as the spare.”
With a kiss, I thank him.
“I’m definitely ready to get back and show you how much I appreciate you.”
Within thirty minutes we’re outside the main part of town and pulling into his driveway. As soon as he shuts the front door behind him, I slam him against the door and go for his jeans, tearing at them like a wild cat.
His hand fists my hair as my mouth slides up and down his dick.
“Fuck, baby, you really wanted this cock, didn’t you?” His head rolls back and I answer with eager sucking and stroking.
Low murmurs and groans slip from his lips when minutes later he comes in my mouth.
Looking down at me, his eyes are full of emotion and contentment. I wipe my lips as he helps raise me to my feet.
“You make me feel damn good.” With a brush of his hand, he strokes my face and hair. “Better than any woman ever did.”
“Don’t talk about any woman you’ve been with. It makes me want to break something.”
Dominic laughs. It’s sexy and masculine. “Getting possessive of me?”
“Yes, very.”
“Good.” Hand on my ass, he squeezes tight. “Now you know how I feel.”
Standing in Dominic’s kitchen, I place the two baked potatoes in the microwave and press start. When I turn, I jump, startled by Dominic’s intimidating presence standing in the archway, arms folded, watching me.
“Alee called me to check on you. I gave her your number and told her she could call you herself.”
“I bet that surprised her.”
“She was happy about it.”
Reaching up for two plates out of the cabinet, I feel Dominic’s arms wrap around my waist. With a kiss on my neck, his fingers graze along my abdomen making my body tingle from the simple pleasure of his touch.
“I’ll get them.”
I stay cocooned in his arm as he pulls down two plates.
“The chicken looks good. I’m glad you can cook.”
“Been doing the cooking in my house for years. Neither Dori nor Amberlee can cook.”
“How’d you end up so different from them?”
“I saw what they did, what happened when they did it, and made better choices instead.”
“You’re smart. Alee says you enrolled in college.”
“I did. I got accepted to the local community college.”
The microwave dings and I pull out the two potatoes and gingerly transport them to the empty plates.
Dominic grabs a couple beers from the fridge and takes a seat at the table while I prepare both plates of food. Entering the dining room, I see he’s moved one of the vacant chairs close to his. It brings a smile to my lips. I set the food down and Dominic slides one of two beer bottles toward me.
“Looks good.”
I raise my beer bottle, and Dominic chuckles, tapping his against mine. The food is off our plates in less than ten minutes. Dominic sits back, an endearing look of satisfaction on his face.
“That was good.”
My reply is interrupted by a few hard knocks at his front door. I start clearing the table as he sees who is on the other side.
“Come in.”
Glancing through the archways, I see a tall, light brown-haired man, physically fit, attractive, tattoos all over him like Dominic. He looks through the archways and spots me. I busy myself cleaning the dishes and pan.
“Erika.”
The sound of my name draws me to Dominic and the mystery man standing in the living room.
“Erika, this is Christian.”
Dark brown eyes study me like I’m the test subject in an examination. I get twitchy under his scrutinizing gaze.
“You’re pretty.”
I glance at Dominic and he shows no emotion to the statement.
“Thank you.”
“It’s too bad I missed the show. I heard about it from Roxy.”
“She back in your bed?”
“For now.”
Christian’s daunting gaze returns to me, he licks his lips before his thumb and forefinger sweep over his scruff.
“You ever had a threesome, honey?”
Dominic’s muscles tighten. His body goes rigid. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”
Christian looks to Dominic and snickers. “Too bad. By the way she’s looking at us, I think she’d like it in both holes.”
Dominic’s hand rubs the back of his neck as he tilts his head and lets out a breath, his nostrils flaring. “Unless you want a knife in your damn gut, keep your dick away from her.”
With a quick tilt of his head, Dominic commands me to come to him. Putting me in front of him, he places his arms around me, one hand cupping my breast, kneading it while the other hand dips into my shorts.
My breath catches from the surprise of his fingers rubbing against my clit.
“Tell Christian who your pussy belongs to.”
A needy whimper slips from my lips. Dominic rubs harder, making me wet.
Christian’s intimidating gaze holds me steady as Dominic continues to work my clit. Raising his chin, his dark eyes are a chilling gleam as he watches me react to Dominic’s touch.
“It belongs to you, Dominic. And only you,” I say with conviction, glaring back at Christian.
“Good girl,” Dominic whispers.
Turning me to face him, his hand draws my lips to his for a provocative kiss.
“Go upstairs and wait for me. Christian and I need to talk.”
My ass is squeezed before he releases me.
I go to the steps and begin to ascend, then stop, feeling as though this is something I should hear. Sitting on one of the steps, I eavesdrop on their conversation.
“You got big balls coming into my house and hitting on my girl like that.”
“C’mon now, Dom. No disrespect. It wouldn’t be the first time we both fucked the same woman.”
“Those were sluts. Erika is not a cunt we fuck and toss. She’s been initiated and claimed. Pull shit like that again and we’ll have a problem.”
Christian hums in his throat. “This bitch has your balls in a twist, doesn’t she? Her pussy really that good?”
“Did you come for business or just to annoy the fuck out of me?”
“Both. I need you for a job tonight. I know it’s your night off, but there’s no way around it. I need Carl McGregor roughed up and I know his location tonight only. The son of a bitch moved into our turf and didn’t have the respect to get our blessing. He needs a reminder who runs things around here.”
There’s a moment of silence between them, but I can hear the crinkling of paper.
“Location is on the slip.”
“Done,” Dominic says with assurance.
“You should bring Erika to the clubhouse. Let everyone have a chance to meet her.” Christian’s voice is distant as if he’s moved toward the door.
“Order a property jacket.”
“Sure thing. Let me know when it’s finished.”
The door closes, and I quickly stand, rushing to reach the top of the stairs. Beneath me, the stairs creak and my heart throbs in my chest as fear seizes me.
“Erika.”
Dom’s voice freezes my movement.
Slowly, I turn to greet him coming up the steps. His expression isn’t difficult to read. He’s pissed.
“How much of that
conversation did you hear? Don’t lie to me either.”
“All of it,” I reply, my stomach a cluster of nerves.
On the step below me, his form still towers mine. My jaw is gripped in his hand and pulled up.
“You’re going to have to learn to respect what I say and obey me.”
“I’m sorry.” I mean it. My guilt is eating at me as I stare into his angered eyes. I don’t want him to ever look at me like this again.
“I believe you.” With a swift movement of his arms, I’m whisked over his shoulder. His hand comes down hard on my ass. “But you still need to learn your lesson.”
The slap jolts me forward. I hiss in a breath at the painful sting throbbing on my ass cheek.
Tossed onto his bed, his penetrating gaze holds me hostage as he removes his shirt.
“Take your clothes off,” he orders.
Eyes a darkened green, I don’t see as much of the anger. It’s now mixed with lust.
Gaze locked on his, I remove each article of clothing until I’m bare for him, sitting up on my knees.
With a heated gaze, his eyes roam over me, pleased with what he sees. Peeling his gaze from me, he walks to his dresser drawer and from inside he pulls out a pair of metal handcuffs.
“Face down. Ass up. Hands behind your back,” he tells me.
You’d think I’d be nervous, trembling from the unknown of what my punishment will bring, but I’m not. The look in his eyes is predatory and it doesn’t scare me, it excites me.
Hand to my back, I’m forced forward, my head resting against the soft fabric of his black comforter with my ass at the edge of the bed. Securing both my wrists in his hands, he pulls them behind my back.
The touch of heavy, cold steel clasps around my wrists. Warm hands counter the foreign feel of them by rubbing along my back, massaging my muscles.
Surprise rips through me as the sudden shock of a hard slap comes across my ass cheek.
“I’m disappointed in you.”
Another slap and I’m jolted forward. Hands on my hips, he yanks me back. His hardened ridge presses to my ass as he leans forward, cupping my breasts and massaging them in his hands. Nipples hardening, he toys with them between his fingers.
“But you’re going to make it up to me,” he whispers, feathering my ear.
The bite to my neck sends tingles across my skin. Between my legs, I’m wet and aching for him.
The warmth of his body leaves me, and I instantly miss it, but those thoughts splinter when another slap lands across my ass. Biting my lip, I take another. Fingers probing my pussy, he slides two digits in, and I moan from the mix of pleasure and pain.
“My needy vixen, you want my cock in you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” my voice is soft, throaty.
“You’re not getting it here,” Wet with my arousal, his finger withdraws, then presses against my ass. “You’re getting it here.”
My breath hitches as he slides a finger in. Right away, he adds another, and I hold my breath as he stretches me.
The discomfort soon turns to pleasure with each thrust of his fingers. Rocking against his hand, I moan into the fabric.
When he pulls out, I whimper, and he responds with another slap on my ass cheek.
Behind me, his zipper lowers and his jeans fall, taking briefs with them. The nightstand drawer opens and he takes something out. My attention turns to him and I watch him stroke his cock with the lubricant he’s just placed on his hand.
I bite my lip when his cock head presses to my ass. With his size, it causes discomfort and pressure, but that’s quickly relieved when he slowly pulls out, then in, his fingers massaging my clit as he goes.
With a hiss, he picks up the pace. “Your ass is greedy for my cock, baby. You take me so fucking good.”
One hand cupping my hip, the other takes hold of the cuffs. Arms raised, metal clangs as he fills me deep, pulls out, then slams in, fucking me hard.
Each thrust rips a guttural moan from my lips.
“Oh God, Dom, that feels good.”
The cuffs are pulled harder, his thrusts more vigorous. Cuffs dropped, my hair takes its place. My head is stretched back as he pounds into me. When I feel him thicken, my hair is released. Both hands grip my hips. I cry out from the force of his thrusts. It’s getting to be too much. I wince from the jumbled blend of pain and pleasure, then he slows, his orgasm filling me.
The slick feel of him pulls out and I’m reacquainted with the stinging sensation of his hand slapping my ass cheek. Face to the fabric, I’m panting short, needy breaths. My pussy lips pulsing with the need for release.
Stepping away from the bed, I hear the dresser drawer open again. Glancing behind me, I can’t see what he has. He’s hiding it behind him. I moan as he reaches the edge of the bed and slides his fingers into my soaking wet lips.
“Your pussy is aching for me to fuck it, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I plead, my voice betraying me, revealing how needy I am.
Lubricant is squeezed out behind me. I expect to feel his head to my opening, but instead, he parts my cheeks and I gasp as something new and unfamiliar is slid into my ass. With a click, it starts to vibrate.
The unfamiliar sensation is incredible. I writhe on the bed, Dominic’s fingers caressing my pussy.
“What is that?” I ask keenly.
“A vibrating butt plug. I want you ready for more when I get back.”
“Shit, that feels good.”
Another click and the vibration ends, leaving me craving more.
“Be a good girl while I’m gone and I’ll give your pussy what it wants.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
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DOMINIC
I NEED TO get my head straight. I’m distracted. My thoughts are on my woman in my bed, the new butt plug I put in her ass, and how good it’ll feel to fuck her with the vibration turned on. I know she’ll love it too. Each time we fuck, I discover how much kink she likes, and damn if I’m not a lucky bastard. She craves it as much as I do.
I know I don’t deserve her. She’s a pure soul, an innocent falling for the Devil. I’m deceiving her. She believes I’m a good man, but I’m not. I’ve killed before, and I’ll do it again if I have to without care or remorse. But there’s something about Erika that makes me believe I’m capable of redemption. Capable of having something good in my life. It’s why I can’t bring her into my world. It’s dark and deadly. She’d be eaten up and spit out, and I’d kill to keep any of my dealings from touching her. Only problem is the Serpents are my life. How long can I truly keep her locked away, untouched by my sins and my brotherhood?
Sitting atop my bike, I get the signal from my wrecking crew that Carl is inside the Beer Hog’s bar. My boots crunch gravel and the cool night breeze whistles as I head inside. Smoke clouds billow near the ceiling, making the already dim lights dull. With a sweep of the bar, I take note of the number of MC jackets, along with non-riders. Only two other riders besides Carl and about fifteen civilians. My plan is simple, in and out quickly and if the other two riders take pursuit, we’ll bring them to their knees outside.
The bartender sees us enter. With fear in his eyes, he turns away from the counter and disappears into the back. Smart guy. It’s good to have the reputation we do. Makes witnesses less of a problem. Approaching the bar, Carl doesn’t notice me at first. Tsk, tsk, his brothers aren’t watching his back. They’re too drunk and busy getting hard-ons from the chicks in their laps.
The silver metal is warm to my touch. I withdraw it from its case and lean over Carl’s shoulder, my left fist gripping his worn leather jacket. With one swift jab, the knife melts through flesh and Carl spits out his liquor, inhaling a sharp breath.
“Be thankful I’m not gutting you. You’ll walk away from this, but next time we won’t be so lenient. It’s our turf. Remember that.”
Shoving him forward, I wipe the bloody knife on his jacket. Crimson red is already dripping from beneath. Knife secured, I land a punch
to his jaw. With a thud, his body crashes to the floor.
Attention has been drawn. Time to go. Witnesses turn away at the sight of our colors, but the other two riders are ready for a fight. Tex and Mercy are swinging fists, knocking them down a peg or two. Grabbing their jackets, they shove them outside. One of the women must be an ol’ lady since she’s beating on Tex’s back as he drags her man out the door.
Her last swing is caught in my hand. I squeeze her wrist hard enough to get her attention.
“If you want your ol’ man to walk out of here, sit your ass down.”
With force, I drive her into the chair behind her. She lands with a resounding thump and extinguishes the fight inside her. A proud sensation fills me as my mouth twists into a wicked smirk. I know Sparrow wouldn’t back down if she was in this woman’s position and it adds to my respect for her.
The woman’s gaze burns a hole in my back as I join the fight outside. Tex has one rider on the ground, fisting his jacket as he lands another punch to his bloodied face. Mercy tosses his opponent to the ground, a kick to his rib cage puts him in a fetal position.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I order. Looking at the men on the ground, I snicker. “You should’ve been watching his back.”
Tex and Mercy climb onto their rides. Our engines rumble into the darkened night ahead.
***
Entering my home, I clean up in the kitchen, then take the steps quietly, avoiding the stair that creaks. With the lights out, I know she’s asleep in my bed. Inside my room, she’s tucked under my blanket, only her upper body visible. With the nightstand light illuminating her beautiful skin, I stand there for too long, staring at her, watching her sleep soundly. She’s doing something to me. Softening me in a way I didn’t think possible.
I even wonder how she’d feel if she knew what I did tonight, that I stabbed another man who didn’t get the blessing from the Serpents to start his own club and make deals with our associates. Would she turn away from me in disgust? Would she still look at me with the longing and affection I see each time I touch her? She thinks she needs me to care for her, to protect her, but it’s her I need. All of her. Her body, her love, her loyalty.
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