Down & Dirty: Books 1-3: Dirty Angels MC Series Box Set

by St. James, Jeanne

  “Not at The Iron Horse. No one’s asking for fancy martinis. A beer. A shot. Things are kept simple. I don’t get to practice my skill too often. But I’m a pro at keeping the head low on a draft.”

  Whatever that meant.

  “So, how’d you hook up with Z?”

  Sophie took another sip, then shook her head. “I didn’t.”

  “Right. He’s only been home three days and from what I heard, he’s been with you all three.”

  Damn. Word got around this place.

  Bella laughed at her expression. “Yeah, nothing is sacred around here. Especially when you’re getting it on upstairs.”

  “Wasn’t my choice. It was a case of mistaken identity.”

  “Right.”

  “No, it’s true. I certainly don’t need a biker in my life. No matter what you say about the life.”

  “I hear you,” Bella replied, then looked over Sophie’s shoulder and shook her head, a smile curling the corner of her mouth. “It’s not a life for just anyone.”

  “Too late. You got one,” came from behind her.

  She spun around to face Zak. “Well, I don’t want one.”

  “Okay,” he answered, shrugging. His gaze bouncing from her to Bella and back.

  She hesitated. That was too easy. It was a trick.

  He was tricking her.

  “You took too long,” Zak muttered.

  “We were talking,” Bella answered before Sophie could.

  “See that.” His head spun toward where Jag was now fucking the woman on his lap. The stripper still wore her mini-skirt high on her hips, but it was obvious that their grinding had become more than a lap dance. Jag’s head was thrown back against the couch and the woman was giving a show to anyone who watched. Grabbing her tits, pinching her own nipples, crying out as if on cue.

  Fake.

  But still, they had an audience. Didn’t seem that Jag minded, or Sophie would have guessed they would have moved it upstairs.

  “Fuckin’ Jag,” Zak muttered, his eyes turning back to Bella. “Sorry.”

  “He’s just trying to get under Ivy’s skin,” Bella said, not seeming to take offense that Zak’s cousin was trying to get Bella’s sister jealous. “He’s just going about it the wrong way,” she added.

  “Damn straight.”

  Just when Sophie was about to point out that Ivy wouldn’t know about it anyway, the woman in question walked in, Adam still in tow. Immediately, Ivy’s gaze landed on the couch and Jag. And somehow, Jag’s eyes just seemed to open at the right time and direct his gaze to Ivy, then shoot her a wide smile.

  Ivy’s whole body jerked as if she’d been slapped. After a second, she rolled to her tiptoes to say something into Adam’s ear that made him smile, and then tugged him across the room and out the back door to the private parking lot.

  And the whole time Jag’s gaze followed them with a sudden frown, ignoring the stripper riding his pole.

  Seemed to Sophie that Jag wouldn’t ever own Ivy. Ivy already owned Jag.

  “Fuckin’ Ivy,” Zak muttered, then shook his head. Zak’s gaze landed on Sophie, then he said, “Finish your drink.”

  “Why?”

  “’Cause you left me outside too long without you. Now, we need to go make up for that lost time.”

  Oh.

  Bella’s eyes found hers and the other woman pinned her lips together, trying to control her amusement. “See why I wear this shirt?”

  “Don’t give her any ideas, Izzy,” Zak warned.

  Izzy?

  Bella frowned at the name, but ignored him. “You need help at the bakery? Like I said, I’d love to learn some baking techniques.”

  “I can’t afford to pay you,” Sophie said, regrettably.

  “Understood. I wouldn’t ask it. I’ll be glad just to have a good teacher.”

  “Any time you want to stop by while I’m baking, do so. It’s usually very early in the morning.”

  “I work The Iron Horse at night, so maybe I could come in early, then sleep in the afternoon before my shift.”

  Sophie nodded and smiled. “I’d like that.” It was true, she really would. Not to mention, an extra pair of hands would be awesome. She couldn’t afford to pay even a baker’s helper right now. “I’m open Tuesday through Saturday.”

  “Babe,” Zak murmured, suddenly nuzzling her ear.

  Her hand automatically went up to cup his face. “What?” When she saw Bella’s gaze looking at them with a knowing smile, she dropped it.

  “We need to fuckin’ go upstairs.”

  “Why?”

  “Need to get what Jag’s gettin’, but just not in front of everyone.”

  Oh. Her pussy clenched at the thought of giving Zak a naked lap dance.

  “So, finish your drink.”

  “I don’t need to finish it.”

  “You anxious to go upstairs then?”

  She looked from him to the half full drink sitting in front of her. She could finish the drink and get a little more loose, lose a little more of her inhibitions before he had his way with her. Or... she could skip the rest and then he’d think she couldn’t resist him.

  She could never win with him. She decided to go with the drink, raising it to down the remainder in a couple swallows. Once it was empty, she slapped the glass on the bar top and blew out a breath to bolster herself.

  “Ready?” he asked, his lips twitching.

  “Do I have a choice?”

  “No.”

  “Then, yes, I’m ready.”

  The crinkling of his eyes joined his twitching lips. “Good.”

  “Good,” she repeated with a single nod of her head. She looked at Bella and announced, “I’m going to go get laid.”

  Bella pressed her lips together for a moment, as she removed the empty glass, before saying, “That you are. Have fun.”

  As Zak escorted Sophie across the common area, they couldn’t help but pass close to Jag, who was now tucking his dick back into his pants. At the same time, the stripper was balancing on her platform shoes, tugging down her skirt.

  “Classy,” Sophie shot at him and gave Jag an exaggerated wink.

  Jag’s answer was a frown which made Zak chuckle and give his cousin a helpless shrug.

  “You ever do that kind of shit?” Sophie asked, slowly following behind him.

  Zak tightened his grip on her hand. “No.”

  “Well, that’s good.”

  “No reason to.”

  “But if you had a reason to, you would?”

  Zak winced when her tone of voice rose to a high pitch. “Said no reason to.” As they reached the foot of the stairs, he turned to her. “Need me to carry you? Seems like it don’t take much booze to get you wrecked.”

  “I’m a lightweight. I hardly ever drink.”

  “Apparently.”

  “But I’m not drunk.”

  “Good. Don’t want you to be.”

  “And it’s all about what you want, right?”

  Zak frowned. His amusement with her was quickly dissipating. “If you say so.”

  “So.”

  Fucking hell.

  “Babe,” he warned.

  “Babe,” she echoed in a falsely deep voice.

  “Someone needs a spankin’.”

  Sophie’s eyes widened as she gasped, then lowered a second later, color rising into her cheeks. “Who needs a spanking?” she asked in a breathless whisper.

  His amusement quickly returned. “Fuckin’ lookin’ at her.”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah, you, babe. Now, you need me to carry you up? Or can you make it on your own?”

  “I want to go home.”

  “Can take you home, babe, but you’re ain’t gettin’ out of my hand on your ass.”

  Her mouth parted and her breathing shallowed. She blinked at him. “I... uh...”

  “Here or home?”

  Her throat contracted as she swallowed. Hard.

  He couldn’t wait to sink his teet
h into her neck as he was coming inside her. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

  When she pursed her lips together, it took everything he had not to toss her over his shoulder and run up the steps. He was already as hard as a rock from watching Jag busting a nut in Goldie on the couch, so his patience was wearing thin as he waited for her answer.

  “But I don’t want to be spanked,” she whined softly, eyes wide again.

  Damn, she may not want it, but she was getting it. He’d make sure she liked it. Begged for it.

  “Then walk upstairs with me on your own two feet,” he finally said, stepping back and lifting an arm towards the stairs. “Go.”

  When she started trudging upstairs, he watched her ass rocking back and forth as she did so, though she bitched at him under her breath with each step.

  He smiled. That ass would definitely feel his hand tonight.

  Chapter Nine

  Zak closed the door to his room, slid the lock home, then leaned back against the door.

  “This room looks familiar,” she said as she turned around to face him, hands on her hips.

  His woman had a bit of an attitude. He needed to adjust it for her and knew exactly how to do that.

  “It’ll last longer this time. Promise.”

  “I’m relieved,” she said, a little bit of sarcasm in her voice. Nothing he couldn’t let roll off him.

  “Thought you would be.”

  Her eyes dropped to the hard line of his cock in his jeans. “Did watching those two screwing on the couch do it for you?”

  “Got me goin’, I’ll admit it. You?”

  She only hesitated for a second before answering, “Maybe.”

  “You wet?”

  “Maybe.” No hesitation that time.

  He smiled. Goddamn he loved her spunk. “Strip for me.”

  She raised her brows. “There’s plenty of other women around here who are good at that.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t want other women. Want you, babe. Strip for me.”

  “Why, Zak? Why do you want me?”

  “You do it for me.”

  “How do I do it for you?”

  She did it for him in so many ways. The reasons didn’t all have to do with her looks or curves, though that’s what caught his attention first. Her resistance to his charms was another. He didn’t want an easy, boring lay. He liked the chase. He wanted a feisty attitude, which she had in spades. Her owning her own business was a plus, too. Showed she had drive, smarts. And she wasn’t looking for a man to take care of her. She could do it on her own.

  Though, now that would be unnecessary because he wanted to take care of her. Protect her. Crazy that this instinct of his had kicked in almost immediately. More like as soon as he realized he’d been mistaken on who she was a couple nights ago while she was in his bed.

  He dropped his hand to his hard-on and rubbed it with his palm over his jeans. “They may have gotten me started, but it’s now all you, Sophie. This is all you.”

  As she watched him slide his hand up and down his length, she licked her lips. Damn if he didn’t feel that all the way down to his balls.

  “Strip for me, babe. Show me your moves.”

  She whispered, “I don’t have any moves.”

  “Oh yeah you do. Show me,” he encouraged just as softly, letting his gaze run over her from top to toe. The woman had curves that wouldn’t quit. Her breasts, her lips, her hips, and those thighs which would be wrapped around him shortly.

  And her boots… Her wearing heeled knee-high boots was the cherry on top of the sundae. Or more like the icing on top of the cake.

  Her eyes narrowed. “You going to spank me if I don’t strip for you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then I’m not stripping.”

  Swallowing became difficult, his mouth suddenly arid like a desert. She wanted him to spank her.

  Holy fuck.

  She had just whined downstairs that she didn’t want that. What happened between there and here?

  Maybe the alcohol was hitting her right about now.

  “You want me to spank you?”

  “Didn’t say that.”

  “You don’t want me to spank you?”

  “Didn’t say that, either.”

  “Babe,” he said, his voice cracking. “C’mere.”

  “No. You c’mere,” she repeated him.

  Within a flash, he was dragging her sweater over her head, ripping her jeans down her thighs, dropping to his knees to unzip her boots, sliding them off, caressing her legs, her feet, as he slipped her jeans and panties down the rest of the way. He nipped her inner thigh, and she yelped, then giggled.

  Giggled.

  She wanted this as much as he did. Or she was now totally tanked. He hoped it was not the latter.

  Fuck! She was a pain in his ass.

  Why she couldn’t admit it and felt the need to fight it… Zak pushed that out of his head. Didn’t matter, he was getting it, she was getting it, and he was going to make sure it was good for both of them.

  Like last night.

  And the night before. When his life had reset and restarted. His luck had definitely changed the minute he spotted Sophie here, in his world.

  As he perched on his knees at her feet, he looked up her body and she was staring back at him, her hair falling around her face, her eyes dark, heavy. She reached behind her as he watched, unclasped her bra and let it fall off her arms to the floor next to them.

  Her scent permeated his nostrils. Hot, wet, wanting. He bit back a groan. When she cupped both of her breasts and squeezed them together, brushing her thumbs over her hard nipples, he couldn’t fight his reaction any longer.

  “You like that?” she asked.

  She was teasing him. Driving him mad, driving him to the edge. “Yes, babe. Show me more.”

  She rolled both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling. Her mouth dropped open and so did his when he released a ragged breath.

  “Fuck, Sophie, fuck. I’ll never get tired of watchin’ you touch yourself.”

  She released one nipple, dragging her hand over her sternum, down her belly. Over the small stripe of dark hair until she cupped her mound, slipping one finger between her folds.

  He sat back on his heels to watch her. This was so much better than her stripping. So much better.

  His cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He needed to rid himself of his own clothes, but he was afraid to move. Afraid to break this spell of hers. If she stopped what she was doing, he might shatter.

  “Show me how wet you are, babe. Let me see.”

  With two fingers, she separated herself and he focused on her pink, slick pussy. Wet for him. Wanting him.

  But he needed to hear it from her lips. “That for me, babe?”

  “Yes... No one but you.”

  Her words caused his heart to squeeze, his cock to twitch. Fuck! He needed to get naked right now.

  “I want your mouth on me, your beard scraping my thighs.”

  “Now or after your spankin’?”

  She hesitated, her eyes getting darker every second she considered what she wanted.

  He couldn’t wait for her to answer. He pushed to his feet, dropped his cut from his shoulders, tossing it on the nearby chair, then unbuckled and yanked off his boots, throwing them to the side with a thump.

  Zak’s eyes caught movement. Sophie was backing toward the bed, her eyes pinned to his. “Stay where you are.” She froze and tilted her head in question.

  He ripped the Henley over his head and flung it wide, then peeled his jeans and boxers off his legs. When he straightened, he was pleased to see she listened, which made him even harder.

  He moved past her to sit on the edge of the bed. “Babe,” he held out a hand. “On my lap.”

  She came over, her tits peeking from between her long mane of hair and he couldn’t wait to suck one of those peaked nipples into his mouth. As she began to straddle him like
Goldie did Jag, he stopped her.

  “No, babe. Not like that. Lay across my lap.”

  She hesitated, meeting his eyes for a moment, before settling over his lap, offering her sweet, sweet ass.

  “You sore?”

  She nodded, her face in the mattress. “A little.”

  His cock jerked at not only from having her draped over him, but the memory of sinking deep into her virgin ass last night. Unfortunately, that would not be repeated tonight. Fortunately, he had a large supply of wraps in his room to sink into her warm, slick pussy instead.

  He trailed his fingers down the crease of her spine, marveling at her perfect, ivory skin. Her ass wouldn’t be pale for long.

  Skimming his fingers along her ass cheeks, he tapped each one lightly, then bent over and kissed them. One, then the other.

  He smacked each one again, a little harder this time. She didn’t move. Not a shift, a flinch, nothing.

  He swept his hands over the curves of her cheeks and down her thighs to the back of her knees and back up.

  He smacked each cheek again, making sure it stung a little. This time she jerked on his lap, which didn’t help his situation of being ready to blow, but she remained quiet.

  “Bein’ inside you last night, babe... Fuckin’ loved how tight, how hot you were ‘round me. But watchin’ your ass become pink right now… Damn. Tonight might be a toss-up with last night whether this is my best night yet since my release.”

  When his hand came down again, he cracked her right cheek hard, causing her to yelp and jerk against him.

  “Like that?”

  “Yes... Harder.”

  Holy fuck. His girl liked to be spanked. How lucky could he be? “Sure?”

  “Yes! Harder!”

  He smiled at her enthusiasm before putting a little weight behind the smack to her left cheek. She cried out again, but this time didn’t move.

  “Again,” she said, her voice muffled in the fleece blanket covering the bed.

  “Damn,” he whispered, watching her ivory skin turn pink and red.

  He moved back to the right, giving it his all, making sure this one stung, too. A lot.

  She squealed and her hips shot up.

  But as they dropped back down, he decided he couldn’t take anymore. Not one more second. He needed to be buried deep inside her. But what she said next stopped him cold.