Down & Dirty: Books 4-6: Dirty Angels MC Box Set 2

by St. James, Jeanne

  Annie nodded, walked over to the small kitchen table and pulled out a chair. She slid onto the seat and dropped her head into her hands, her dark blonde hair falling over her face. “You’ll have to tell me what Jewel finds out,” she said, her voice muffled.

  “Yeah.”

  “Even if it’s bad,” she added, without looking up.

  “Yeah.”

  She groaned. “Then I’ll need to find a solution if it is.”

  Fuck. “Yeah.” He glanced toward the kitchen doorway. He needed to talk to Jewelee, to hear what she found out.

  The possibilities were churning his gut. He pulled his cell from his back pocket and texted her. Got news. How long?

  His phone dinged not even thirty seconds later. Now?

  He slowly typed a message back. Yeah. Out front.

  Ok was her answer.

  He lifted his head from his phone. “Gonna go out an’ talk to Jewelee. Will let you know.”

  Annie took a deep breath, then nodded.

  With a last look at his aunt, who sat there looking wrecked, D turned and left the kitchen, strode through the front room and out the door.

  He approached his sled, then began to pace. He needed a fucking cigarette and he hadn’t smoked in over five years. He actually dreaded to hear what Jewel may reveal.

  He had to stop thinking the worst.

  If he couldn’t have a smoke, then he needed a whiskey. Not one shot, not even ten shots. The whole fucking bottle.

  He kept his eyes peeled to the front door and he jerked when Jewel finally stepped out.

  Thank fuck. He couldn’t take any more waiting.

  She had her eyes on him as she approached. She wore a serious expression and that scared the fuck out of him.

  “Talk,” he barked.

  She frowned. “Jeez, D. Cool your jets.”

  “Woman. This is serious shit.”

  She looked up at him in surprise. “Why? What now?”

  “Tell me first,” he insisted.

  “She’s not doing Pierce, thankfully. Actually, the idea grossed her out. Hell, it grossed me out. Fucking perverted motherfucker.”

  Relief flooded D and he could breathe somewhat easier. “You sure?”

  “Yeah, I mean Kelsea screws some questionable people, but I don’t think she’d lie to me about that. Hell, she was doing that guy Slash from the Demons. I mean, if you want to talk about questionable...”

  D’s nostrils flared. “That his name? Slash?”

  Jewel’s mouth dropped open and her eyes rounded. She placed her palm flat on his stomach. “D, let that go. Don’t cause enemies with the Demons because of Kels being stupid.”

  D blew out a breath. She was right. He had enough on his plate right now and so did the club. But if he ran into this Slash any time soon, he’d deal with it. Until then, he needed to deal with the Warriors and this whole Pierce thing.

  It all made his fucking head hurt.

  Then he had to deal with the woman who stood inches from him, looking good enough to eat.

  But before he could do that, he needed to finish his business here and let Annie know that everything was okay. Or as okay as it was going to be with the secret she’d held for the past twenty-six years. D dreaded the day that secret ever broke. He had a feeling he and Hawk would have to hold Ace back from killing Pierce himself. And they would only do it for their pop’s benefit, certainly not Pierce’s.

  “C’mere,” he ordered Jewel.

  She didn’t even hesitate. When she stepped into him, he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

  “Gotta tell you somethin’. Somethin’ that’s not for you or me to tell anyone else. But you gotta know ‘cause you’re close with Kels.”

  She blinked up at him. “What?”

  He dropped his head down so he could lower his voice. “Pierce is Kelsea’s pop.”

  Jewel jerked in his arms. “What?”

  “Yeah.”

  “She doesn’t know?”

  “No.”

  “Pierce know?”

  “Don’t think so, but not sure. Annie never told ‘im.”

  “That’s fucked up.”

  “Yeah. See Kels gettin’ too close with Pierce or him chasin’ her, need to tell me right away.”

  “Holy fuck, D. The way Pierce is... he tries to get it from all of us.”

  D’s spine snapped straight. “What’re you sayin’?”

  “He hits on all of us. Usually whenever no one else is watching.” Her blue eyes blinked up at him in surprise. “You can’t not know that.”

  “Know he’s a fuckin’ asshole. Know he’ll be a dead man if he tries to touch you.”

  “How about Bella and Ivy? Diamond... Wouldn’t doubt Sophie or Kiki, either. Hell, he hit on my mom, too. I saw it. So it wouldn’t surprise me if he tries to get a piece of Kelsea if he hasn’t tried already.”

  Blood rushed into D’s ears and he thought his head was going to blow right off his shoulders. “None of you say shit ‘bout it.”

  “Yeah, ‘cause we’re used to it, D. You gotta remember that he’s been around us our whole lives. It’s nothing new.”

  “How young were you when he first hit on you?” Jesus. He was about to burst a blood vessel and her answer may very well be the spark to cause it.

  “D...”

  He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “How old?”

  “You were right the first time. Question should be ‘how young?’”

  “Jesus fuck.” He was going to beat the bastard to a bloody pulp. Then he was going to strip him of his cut and remove the club’s colors off the man’s back with an acetylene torch. Pittsburgh PD might find his toasted ass floating in the Allegheny River.

  Jewel sighed. “Well, the good news is that Kels has resisted his so-called charms so far.” She pressed her fingers into D’s gut and he wrapped his hand around hers.

  “Gotta tell Annie,” he muttered.

  “I’ll wait here while you do that. Then you can take me home and fuck me.”

  “Right.” He lowered his head until his lips were right above hers. “Fuckin’ your ass tonight.”

  Her fingers curled against his stomach. “D...” she breathed.

  He let her go and walked back into the cabin to deal with the shit. Then he was taking his woman home to fuck her until he could forget not only the Pierce business but the Warrior bullshit, too. At least for a little while.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jewel’s eyes popped open as soon as she awoke. Turning her head to glance at the clock radio on the nightstand, she was surprised to find it was only seven in the morning.

  But D was wide awake. The reason, she knew, was because he was under the sheet, between her legs, sucking on her clit.

  Well, good morning to her.

  She wouldn’t complain if she got woken up like that every day. Even if it was early on a Sunday morning.

  She had planned on sleeping in since D was heading out on the club run later that morning. But if she had to suffer through being so rudely awakened, then she’d just catch some shut eye after he left.

  When she lifted the sheet to peek at him, his eyes tipped to hers. She smiled and said, “Carry on,” then dropped the sheet back in place.

  Yeah, she’d have no problem waking up to that every morning. When the tip of his tongue circled her clit and the stubble on his cheeks scraped against her inner thighs, she dug her fingers into the sheet and threw her head back on the pillow while arching her back.

  Oh yeah. Right there.

  She wanted to tell him that, that he was hitting the perfect spot, and to not dare stop, but it was impossible. Instead, she hoped he could read her mind. Or at least her body’s reaction to his wicked tongue movements.

  When he rubbed his early morning beard growth over her delicate skin as well as her sensitive nub, she almost screamed “Gooooal!” like one of those soccer announcers on TV as she came.

  This man could eat pussy. No doubt about it. And
the intense orgasm she just had proved it.

  She relaxed and gave herself a lazy smile in the mirror that hung above her. She loved that mirror now, but when she first moved in, she almost had her brother, Jag, rip it down since he was the one who put it up.

  Because Ace certainly hadn’t installed it.

  Plus, she didn’t want to think of her brother having sex with Ivy. Or think about him having sex at all.

  That aside, she wasn’t sure she wanted to wake up every morning and see herself with bed head, sleepy eyes and creases from her pillow on her face. But now...

  Fuck yes, it needed to stay.

  There was nothing more of a turn-on than watching Diesel fuck her in that mirror. Watching his muscular ass—which Sophie rightfully called the Eighth Wonder of the World—flex as he pumped in and out of her, whether fast or slow, always drove her over the edge.

  It was her own personal porn that she couldn’t get enough of.

  She had seen it pumping plenty of other times when he was fucking some bitch in the church bathroom, but now that he was using those hips and ass to drive into her? It was even better. It was great. Spectacular. And...

  “Woman,” D murmured, the sheet now thrown off of his head, though he still remained on his stomach between her spread legs.

  “Yeah,” she breathed.

  “Sore?”

  Her relaxed state quickly disappeared. “If that’s your way of asking if I want a second round back there after last night, then fuck no. You’re going to have to give me time to recover,” she huffed.

  He pulled himself up and over her so they were face to face. His dark brown eyes stared into hers as he frowned. “Wasn’t askin’ to stick my dick in your ass, woman. Was worried you were sore an’ hurtin’.”

  Oh.

  Well, that was sort of sweet.

  “I’m not sure we’re going to do that again anytime soon,” she added.

  “Why?”

  “Well, that thick, hard thing that’s pressing into my thigh right now?”

  His cock flexed against her leg.

  “Yeah, that. If you haven’t realized it yet, it’s not real small.”

  “Gotta monster cock.”

  Jewel snorted. “No, don’t take it that far. It’s not a python hanging between your legs but it isn’t a garter snake, either. And I’m a delicate little flower back there,” she added.

  He dropped his head and pressed his face into her neck as his body shook.

  She arched a brow. “You think that’s funny?”

  “Baby,” he said against her skin, making her shiver. “Had no problem takin’ my snake last night. You loved it. Wanted more. Begged. Pleaded. Came all over me.”

  “Yeah, okay. Well... Today I’m kind of regretting my decisions from last night.”

  His body shook some more.

  Jesus, she loved it when he actually laughed. That she made him laugh. Even if it was only a slight chuckle that he hid against her throat.

  “You’ll get used to it,” he finally grumbled.

  “Not so sure about that,” she told him.

  “You will.”

  “Mmm,” was her non-committal answer.

  He lifted his head and shifted until the head of his cock pressed against her slick folds. “Ain’t sore there,” he declared.

  “Nope. You’ve got a green light for that location.” She smirked up at him. “Have at it.” She reached under the sheet and grabbed a handful of his ass, encouraging him to take her.

  “Need your mouth,” he said, his low, gruff voice washing over her, making her tingle all over and her nipples bead hard.

  “Then take it,” she encouraged.

  “Didn’t ask your permission, woman,” he reminded her. “Take what’s mine.”

  Take what’s mine.

  She bit her bottom lip to hide the smile that wanted to break out across her face. “Then shut up and take it,” she said again.

  He crushed his mouth down on hers and he kissed her like he was starving. It wasn’t gentle or loving. It was hot, wet, and forceful. Just how she liked it from him.

  His tongue found hers and they tangled together. Playing, teasing and sparring.

  A groan worked up from her chest and he swallowed it before it could escape. One hand gripped her throat, the other dug into her hair. Again, not even close to being gentle.

  He was unleashing his beast. Her pussy throbbed violently for him, and he still barely pressed the head of his cock against her slit. He hadn’t taken it any deeper, hadn’t driven himself home yet.

  And she so needed that. Needed him inside her. Completing her. Claiming her... at least in this bed, if nowhere else.

  Time and patience, she told herself. That’s what she needed to hold onto. Time and patience was also what she needed to give him.

  She knew he’d be worth the wait.

  With a tilt of his hips, he finally drove into her with a grunt.

  Oh, yes, he was going to be worth the wait.

  She whimpered into his mouth at his pounding, but he wouldn’t let it go. His breath became hers and hers his.

  His grip on her neck tightened for a moment before his fingers relaxed and moved down to twist a tightly beaded nipple. He rolled it hard and thumbed the tip until she squirmed beneath him, begging for more without needing to use words.

  She dug her nails into his ass and he grunted into her mouth, fucking her even harder, faster. Her whole body jerked with each pound, but he still held her mouth. He wasn’t letting go. His tongue moved lazily, so opposite to the rest of him. He tasted of her, something she was getting used to since he loved to go down on her. Which made her one lucky woman.

  She’d be even luckier when she finally had him. All of him. His heart, his loyalty, his...

  Bucking against him, she came as hard as he fucked her. The orgasm rushed through her like a tidal wave, her inner walls clenching around him tight.

  And that’s when he finally released her mouth with a hiss. He curled his body over her, trying to avoid crushing her as he relentlessly pounded her, sliding in and out of her wetness.

  He pressed his forehead to hers. “Baby gonna come again?” His voice was ragged as if he was having a hard time catching his breath.

  He wasn’t the only one.

  “Wanna come, D,” she whispered, trying to meet his gaze, but his eyes were squeezed shut as if he fought for control.

  “Come, then,” he growled. Slipping his hand between them, he circled her clit with his fingertips. And that wasn’t gentle, either.

  He could be gentle, but she rarely saw it from him. She only caught glimpses, brief moments before it was gone again. It was like he purposefully hid it away, buried it deep.

  Like he was afraid to expose that side of himself.

  “Coming,” she cried out as she jerked against him.

  He grunted and thrusted a few more times until he felt her fall and then joined her, spilling himself deep, giving her the only thing he was willing to give.

  Which wasn’t enough. Not for her.

  Time and patience, she reminded herself once again.

  What she was looking for was there. She just needed to draw it out.

  * * *

  That patience she kept telling herself she needed was being sorely tested at the moment. She’d made him coffee and now she leaned back against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest, watching him eyeball her.

  They were at an impasse.

  Jewel hadn’t bothered to get dressed because her plan was to slide back into bed after he left and catch some more winks.

  But now he stood there glaring at her like she was the one in the wrong.

  “Comin’ with me,” he growled.

  “That’s the third time you’ve said that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m not,” she returned matter-of-factly.

  His eyes narrowed even more, his expression hard. “No lip.”

  “I’m not giving you lip, D. And even if I was, tough shit.�
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  “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he muttered. “All the ol’ ladies are goin’ on this run.”

  Jewel lifted a satin covered shoulder in a half shrug. “Yeah? And? Did my status change and someone forget to tell me?”

  His mouth became an angry slash as he took a step closer, his eyes trying to burn a hole in her. “Don’t push me, woman. Don’t gotta be an ol’ lady if you’re invited.”

  She kept her face blank. “I didn’t hear an invitation. I heard a demand,” she stated. “And I’m not going as fender fluff.” She tugged the sash on her robe tighter. “Sorry, not doing it.”

  “Ain’t a bad thing.”

  Her eyebrows shot up her forehead. “Right. So you say.”

  “It ain’t,” he insisted.

  “Are you trying to convince yourself or me?”

  He moved another step closer until she could feel his heat through her satin robe. She put up a hand to keep him from coming any closer, as if that could stop him.

  “I’m heading back to bed to catch up on some sleep, then I’ll meet you later at church.”

  She knew why he wanted her to go. Because all the brothers who had an ol’ lady or someone regular were bringing them along on this ride. She suspected he was going to get a bunch of shit if Jewel didn’t come along since they were practically living together.

  Or so everyone thought. Technically, he showed up every night. In reality, he had never left one personal thing behind at her place. Which was telling.

  She was actually starting to wonder if her apartment had been turned into a state park, where everything you carried in with you, you carried back out, leaving no indication afterward that you were ever there.

  And that was not what she wanted.

  Sophie, Ivy and Kiki had also been on her about coming along on the run. Being D’s regular piece earned her the right to ride on the back of his sled. If he wanted her there.

  Surprisingly, for some reason he did.

  But she wasn’t going to agree to it unless she was officially his ol’ lady. She’d already made that decision and she was sticking to her guns.

  Too bad if Diesel didn’t like it.

  And there was no doubt that he didn’t. He was making that quite clear.

  If she had actually asked to go and he didn’t want her on the run, there would be no discussion about it at all. He wouldn’t allow it. And that stuck in her craw.