by Jenika Snow
For a year they had worked through every day, talked about the jealousy, about how Dakota was with his possessiveness, and although she had always grown up around males that were like that, actually being the focus of it, being the female that brought out those feelings in someone, still made her feel wanted. She didn’t live in a world where there were chocolates on pillowcases, flowers waiting on her kitchen table. The man she was in love with, that she loved more than her own life, was rough around the edges. He was coarse in the way he spoke, the way he acted and made love to her, and he also protected her like no other. That was how he showed her he cared for her, and although they fought occasionally because he pissed her off with his alpha attitude, she knew in the end of the day he was still perfect for her.
She still worked at the bar owned by The Grizzlies, but she was now working on the paperwork for the business, doing the accounting and budgeting of the liquor and materials, and she saw herself growing as a businesswoman. Tawny was even taking a couple of classes at the local community college to gain better knowledge on it all, and maybe one day she’d be running the bar, making it her own.
The sound of a Harley told her Dakota was home from his workout. She didn’t move, but saw him pull into the driveway. His apartment was on the lower level, and being able to watch him climb off that big gleaming piece of machinery, aroused her to no end. His jeans formed to his body, his short-sleeved shirt showed off his muscles, and his cut accentuated his power and deadliness. Yes, even a year later she still felt the butterflies in her belly, the tightening at the base of her spine and tingle that traveled through her veins when he touched her. She just knew that it would never go away. There was one person on this planet meant for someone else, born to be his or hers, and there was nothing that would deviate from that fact. Dakota was that to her, and Tawny knew she was that to him.
Dakota walked up the driveway, his sunglasses on, his dark hair a mass of short strands on his head. God, he looked good, especially seeing as he had just worked out, how he’d smell of clean sweat, and taste slightly salty. And then he walked in, closed the door behind him, and her heart sped up. He had left early this morning to deal with club business. It was already evening, and the sun was just now starting to set on the horizon.
He stepped into the living, and his grin spread as he stared at her. “Hey, baby.” He removed his sunglasses and then went for his cut.
“Hey.” She lowered her gaze to where she could see his muscle definition through the white t-shirt he wore. “Why don’t you wear sweats or track clothes after you work out?” She was teasing him, and the gruff, annoyed sound he made had her smile widening.
“You ever see a man riding on his Harley with an MC cut on and a pair of sweats?” He lifted a dark eyebrow, and then grinned. “Yeah, not going to happen.”
She started chuckling and patted the seat next to her. “I missed you. I didn’t even get to really see you this morning.” Although she had woken up briefly when he had kissed her on the forehead before he left for the club, she still felt like she hadn’t see or spoken to him all day.
He moved toward her, sat on the seat beside her, and then took her hand in his.
“I’m going to shower, and then I want to talk to you about something.”
“Wait.” She straddled his hips before he could move, and instantly she felt his cock start to harden. The bear inside of her rose up, anxious to be with her mate. Lowering her face to his neck, she inhaled deeply, loving that slightly salty, fresh and clean sweat smell on him. He also had the scent of the wind that had covered him when riding home, and her entire body lit up for him.
“If you don’t stop it, baby, I am not going to be able to control myself.” He ran the tip of his nose up the side of her throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Dakota, I want you. I don’t care how sweaty you are. In fact, I kind of like that. It makes it seem dirty.” She pulled back and smirked.
He groaned and leaned forward to kiss her. “I know, but I want to be clean when we talk.”
That had her interest piqued. He gripped her waist and lifted her easily off of him.
“Give me ten, baby, and then I’m all yours.” He grinned, grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger, and said in a deep voice, “but come here and give me one more kiss first.”
She braced her hands on the couch cushions, leaned forward, and kissed him hard. “Hurry up,” she said against his mouth, and then ran her tongue over his bottom lip. Tugging at his flesh, she loved when he grunted, grabbed her upper arms, and she thought maybe his resistance had left. But then he pulled back, chuckled softly, and kissed her on the tip of the nose.
“You’re a bad girl, baby, but that’s why I love you.” He rose, stalked down the hallway, and then she heard the door close to the bathroom.
For the next ten minutes she stayed on the couch, anxious to be with Dakota in every way. Her pussy was wet, her nipples hard, and she kept reading the same Facebook post on her phone. When the sound of the shower shutting off sounded, she stood, her hands shaking from her need and anticipation for her male. But before she could move he was already out of the bathroom. The sight of his hard, tattooed, and muscular back retreating to their bedroom had her smiling. She moved toward him, padded down the hallway, the wood cold under her bare feet.
Placing her fingers on the partially ajar door, she closed her eyes, felt and heard her heart beat faster, and pushed it open. And there he stood, totally buck naked, bent over to put on a pair of boxer briefs. He stopped when she took a step in the room and the floor creaked. God, he looked good naked, all hard sinew and defined muscles. He wasn’t all bulky like a weightlifter, but not as lean as a swimmer. He was tall and big, and just right. His dick was hard, and getting stiffer the longer she stared at it. And as if he wanted to tempt her, or maybe torture her, he reached down, grabbed his dick, and started stroking himself.
“Come here, baby,” he said in a low, husky voice filled with heat and desire.
Tawny was more than ready to do whatever he said. It was like she was addicted to the feeling of his cock inside her, and of his big body dominating her.
He pulled her toward him and wrapped his hand around a chunk of her hair. Dakota kissed her hard. There was no teasing on his part. He was brutal, demanding, and giving her everything she craved.
While still kissing her he led them over to the bed, but instead of lying on her back she was turned around in his arms. Her back pressed to his chest, and he smoothed his hands over her breasts, molded his palms to the mounds for a second, and then continued his descent until he reached the edge of her shirt. In one swift move he had the material up and over her head and tossed to the side. She felt her bra hook come undone by his expertise motions, and then the heavy mounds sprang free of their confinement.
“So much better, baby,” he said as he murmured against her throat. Before she could turn in his arms, desperate for his mouth, he had her on the bed face first.
Tawny went down on her belly, and in a matter of seconds he tore her shorts and panties free, stroked her bare ass with his big hands, and gave each cheek a stinging spank.
“Look at this ass,” he said as if speaking to himself, and spanked her again. “It was made for fucking, baby.” He squeezed her cheeks, growled out, and then leaned down and bit her right ass cheek. He bit her other side, smacked her butt one more time, and then leaned away to grab the lube and a condom from the nightstand.
They had done anal before, many times in fact, and although Tawny hadn’t liked it at first, the more they did it, and the more Dakota stretched her ass gently with his big cock, the more she realized there was pleasure in the act.
“You ready for me and my big dick, Tawny?” Dakota asked, his voice thick with his arousal, his words oh so raunchy and good.
“I’m always ready,” she said, looked over her shoulder, and popped her ass out. The sound of him growling like he was an animal himself and had a hard time in keeping his composure, wa
s an aphrodisiac all on its own for Tawny. She was ready, more than ready, and she knew Dakota would make this feel good, so damn good.
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Dakota looked down at Tawny, at the woman that drove him insane with lust, love, need, and jealousy. He spread one cheek enough that he could smear the lube over the puckered hole, felt his cock jerk at the sight of her tight little area, and groaned at the thought that he had popped her cherry, and taken her virgin ass. Normally he didn’t wear a condom because she was on the pill, but anytime they did anal he put one on. He had that motherfucker on in record time. Just looking at her had him nearly coming right then and there. Her ass was big and round, and totally fuckable, and looked so damn juicy that he didn’t stop himself from moving his hands over the creamy globes.
“Your ass was made for my cock, Tawny.” He leaned forward, ran his lips along the left cheek, and then did the same to the right. The small moan she made and the way she bunched the sheets in her hands told him she liked hearing his raunchy talk. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Tawny, claim you hard and rough, but first I’m going to make your sweet little cunt come for me.”
“God, Dakota. Stop talking and start acting.”
“You’ll come all over my face, give me all that sweet cream of yours, and beg me for more.” He moved his mouth over the small of her back, along the line of her spine, and up to the back of her neck. When he felt her lift her ass and grind it into his cock, he knew it was time to taste that sweet fucking pussy until she was pleading with him for more.
Spearing his hand in her hair, and tangling the long blonde strands in his fingers, he yanked her head back and exposed her throat. Dakota bit her shoulder lightly, trying to hold off from coming right on her ass before he even tasted or fucked her. He pulled on the strands with more force, loved when she cried out in pleasure and pain, and pressed his teeth a bit harder into the smooth, soft flesh of where her neck met her shoulder.
“I fucking love you, Tawny.”
“I love you, too, Dakota,” she breathed out.
He didn’t lessen his hold on her hair when he moved his other hand down to take hold of one of her ass cheeks. Dakota gripped the big, spongy flesh, wanting to leave his mark on her body.
Dakota moved back down her body, and when he reached her ass he spread the cheeks wide, and took in the sight of that tight hole that he wanted to fuck. He lowered his gaze to her pussy, saw her little hole slightly gaping for him, how wet and red she was, and knew he wouldn’t last very long eating her out. He flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her cleft, sucked her clit into his mouth until she was thrusting her pussy on her face and grinding herself against him like she wanted him to be with her hardcore.
“Oh yeah, so good, Dakota.”
He grinned against her swollen, damp flesh, and licked her several more times before finally pulling away. He moved away from her pussy, up the slender line between the cheeks of her ass, and licked her asshole over and over again. He grunted at the clean, fresh soapy flavor of her. He dragged his tongue over that puckered hole, pressed his tongue inside until he felt her clench around him, and could have fucking come right there on the damn bed like a teenager. Dakota couldn’t take anymore. He needed her right the fuck now.
He moved back, grabbed his cock, and poised the tip of his dick at her ass. Gripping onto her waist in a tight hold, there was no more taking, no more teasing. He needed to do this, and the way she was lifting her bottom told him she needed this, too. He started was pushing his dick into her, slowly, stretching her wide so his dick could get past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance.
“Goddamn, baby. You feel so fucking good.” And then he slid all the way in, intent on making his woman scream out her pleasure, and knowing that she was only his.
When he was deep inside of her, his balls pressed tightly to her pussy, and totally bottomed out inside of her body, he stilled. Breathing heavily, trying to catch his bearings, Dakota stared down at Tawny. Her back was arched, her head thrown back, and her mouth open.
“You’re so fucking tight and hot, baby.” He closed his eyes, and when she tightened her inner muscles around him he thrust his hips forward slightly, not able to control himself. A deep groan left him, and he snapped his eyes open. He pressed his hand to the center of her back, added pressure until she was now resting her chest on the mattress, and grabbed her hands. Securing them at the base of her spine, he held them there with one of his hands, and gripped her hip again with the other.
He started pulling out of her slowly this time, and when just the crown of his dick was lodged inside of her, he shoved back in forcefully. He did this three times before he slammed into her with so much power she moved up the bed an inch. A gasp of pleasure/pain left her, and he grinned, loving that she loved it this way.
“Yeah, that’s it. That is so fucking it.” Sweat started to bead along his brow; his pulse began racing, and he really started fucking her then. In and out, faster and harder until his balls were slapping her pussy, her clit, and she was crying out for more. Her ass was tight and hot, and the way she was clenching around him had his orgasm rushing to the surface.
He fucked her long and hard, and soon sweat coated both of their bodies in a slick sheen. “I’m never going to get enough, Tawny.” He slammed into her, and she cried out in pleasure. “No one will have you but me.” Another hard thrust into her. “No man will look at you, touch you, or even think about having you.” He pumped into her again and again, cementing his words. He said this to her constantly, made sure she never forgot the type of man he was, or what he felt for her. Yes, he loved her, and she was his. She owned him, and he owned her. “Say it, baby. Say you’re only mine, that you’ll only ever be mine.” He had an ironclad grip on her wrists with one hand, and the same hold on her hip with the other.
“You know I’m yours. I’ll only ever be yours, Dakota.”
He growled and tightened his hold after she spoke. Moving his hand lower, he slid it over her belly, down to her pussy, and speared his fingers in her folds. She was soaked, and her clit was engorged for him. He rubbed that hardened bundle of tissue over and over again until she cried out. Dakota’s orgasm rushed forward, and he started pounding into her. Deep, guttural words left him, and then he was groaning as he came. He felt her tense beneath him, heard her cry of completion, and the fact she came right along with him heightened his pleasure.
Once his high left and his dick started to soften, he came back to reality. Tawny breathed heavily, her head to the side and her eyes closed. He gently, slowly pulled out of her, and she gasped out. Dakota didn’t want to leave her, but he quickly made his way to the bathroom, cleaned up, and when he went back in the room it was to see her in the same position. The warm, wet rag he held was for her, but his nerves had suddenly risen at the thought of what he needed to talk to her about. Moving back toward the bed and kneeling on it, he cleaned her gently, set the rag away, and sat on the edge of the bed. For a few seconds he didn’t move, didn’t speak, and only when he felt the bed move with Tawny rising did he turn and face her.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked and placed a hand on his shoulder. She leaned down, ran her lips along his bicep, and a soft sigh escaped her. Dakota smiled, feeling this euphoria fill him at the love he had for his woman.
“Nothing’s wrong, baby.” He smiled and cupped her cheek. He turned in the bed so he could face her fully, stared into her face, and knew he just needed to do this. “I had planned on doing this differently, but I realized it doesn’t matter how I do it as long as you know the truth.”
She swallowed, as if nervous. “Okay. Dakota, what’s going on?” Tawny grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to cover herself.
He went over to his dresser, opened the drawer, and grabbed what he would be giving her that would change both of their lives. When he turned to face her again, holding that small, black velvet box, her eyes widened and her mouth parted. When he was in front of her again he dropped to his knees, took one of he
r hands in his, and brought it to his mouth to kiss her fingers. “I love you, Tawny Stoker, you know this. I am a pain in the ass, piss you off pretty frequently, and my possessive tendencies tend to border on obsessive and out of control where you’re concerned.”
She smiled.
“But the end result is still the same. You’re the only woman I want to spend my life with, to carry my babies, and to put up with my shit.” He opened the box that held the princess cut diamond. Her small gasp had him smiling. “I hope that’s a good sound, because Tarren went with me to pick it out. She said you needed this one specifically because it had some kind of special cut to it, or some shit like that.” He felt off balance right now, so fucking nervous, yet he knew he shouldn’t be. They both loved each other, and he was pretty sure she’d say yes. But there was this little voice in the back of his head that said maybe, just maybe, she’d say no.
“It’s beautiful, Dakota.”
He glanced down at her hand, stared at her ring finger, and just fucking said it already before his nerves got the best of him. “Baby, I love you, and I know you love me. I want you to be my wife.” He looked at her face again. “I’ve asked Dallas for your hand in marriage, gone all old school in that matter.” He chuckled, and she did the same. “He gave his blessing, baby.” His heart felt like it would burst right through his chest. “Tawny Anna Stoker, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” He took the ring out, slipped it on her finger, and waited. For a second she just stared at the ring, and then she burst out crying.