Running with the Devil: Plantain Series Book One

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by Amelia Oliver


  Pushing his hips into me and making sure I can feel his cock thickening inside me.

  “You said that last time,” I groan playfully.

  Just then Bagheera walks into the room and sits in the doorway. Both Dornan and I look at him as he cocks his head and makes a displeased sound. After a moment Dornan rolls off me, I reach down and grab my t-shirt from the floor, slipping it over my head before following Bagheera downstairs to feed him. It’s already nine a.m. and I don’t have time for a run, but I’m fairly sure I’ve done enough cardio in the last twelve hours that I feel okay with skipping it.

  I walk back into my bedroom after a shower, surprised to see Dornan dressing since he seemed more than content with laying in bed all day. He’s laid clothes out for me again this morning. A pair of black khaki shorts that are plenty short, a black and white striped tank top with a racerback, that has a low dip in the front. Is he trying to get other guys to notice me? Because this top always does. I dress as he sits on the edge of the bed, putting his boots on while turning his head to watch me.

  “Uh, you forgot panties,” I state.

  “No, I didn’t,” he shoots me that half grin that makes me want to climb back into bed with him,

  I shake my head and finish getting dressed. As I walk over to my dresser he catches me by the wrist, pulling me onto his lap. He presses his nose and lips into the crook of my neck, where there’s still faint marks from Brayden’s assault, while wrapping his arms loosely around my waist. The embrace isn’t sexual, just comforting and intimate, almost like a moment to take in all the things that happened the night before. Slipping my arms around his broad shoulders, I rest my cheek on his head and we sit there for a while, neither wanting to break the contact. Finally, one of our cellphones ringing constantly downstairs breaks us from our physical connection, and gets us moving.

  As I get my purse and phone together at the kitchen table, Dornan listening to his voicemails. He disappears to the entryway of the house, returning with my black chunky bike boots and setting them down beside my feet. I smile at the gesture, and the fact that he really likes picking my clothes. After zipping up my boots, I grab my car keys just as Dornan swipes the screen of his phone, ending the call.

  “I’m driving.”

  9

  Dornan opens my door as we park in the lot of the shop, Bagheera immediately takes off running towards the back grounds with grass. Dornan takes my hand and we begin walking, only a few feet after we start, he begins pulling to the right as I walk to the left. He’s heading for the clubhouse and me to the shop. Just before our hands part, he pulls me back into his arms. Cupping my throat and chin with his hand, he plants a kiss on me that causes between my legs to throb. A few whistles and catcalls come from around the clubhouse and the shop, which makes me giggle into his lips before he smacks my ass and we part ways. I can’t hide my smile as I walk towards the shop, glancing back to see Dornan looking back at me with a smile and a wink, as we walk away from each other.

  “That lucky fuckin’ bastard,” Drag states as I clock in.

  “Please. Like you ever had a fucking chance,” Smokey replies.

  Smokey’s back to work on a part time basis, not really doing any mechanic work but helping me with office stuff, or if Skye needs help with anything at the front desk.

  “She never even gave me a shot,” Drag adds.

  I look at him over my shoulder, and by the smile he’s giving me I know he’s teasing.

  “Sorry, he’s got a better bike than you,” I shrug slightly.

  “Ohh shit,” Smokey laughs, then coughs.

  “Take it easy old man,” Drag furrows his brows at Smokey.

  I shake my head and turn towards my office, Skye’s on the phone but hands me my messages and other paperwork. Sitting down at my desk I see there’s several messages from Justice, what the fuck? Seriously, how does he know about the shop and its connection or that I even work here? He always called my cellphone before picking me up from here, what was going on with this guy? I toss the messages in the trash and knew I’d eventually have to speak with him, since the foundation for the new strip club is being poured today, and planned to meet him out there Friday to check on progress.

  There’s also a letter from Dad, which causes me to smile as I study my father’s handwriting. For whatever reason, maybe since so much shit has happened in the last week with Brayden, the wonderfulness of Dornan, or maybe just because I miss him, my eyes pool with tears. I fan my face with my hands in an attempt to dry them and not let myself cry. Finally, I take a few deep cleansing breaths and clear my throat, before slipping the letter into my purse to read at home later.

  Sometime later, Spiney the prospect knocks on the frame of my open office door. The office is sweltering in the mid afternoon heat. Combined with the smell and noise from the shop, is making me irritated and edgy. On top of that, I hadn’t seen Dornan since this morning, and about two hours ago I’d received a text from him saying he’s heading out with Joey and Chain. That he would come see me when he gets back.

  “Yeah?” I say without looking up.

  It’s so hot, even Bagheera doesn’t move, just lays there panting.

  “Pres is callin’ gathering,” he says in his deep voice.

  “Okay.”

  Still Spiney stands there.

  “Need something?” I ask as I stand.

  His eyes dart to the ground, then to Bagheera, then to my desk.

  “I’m supposed to give you a piggy back ride over to the clubhouse,” he says quickly.

  Raising an eyebrow, I ask, “What did you do?”

  “I may or may not have forgotten to fill Rocket’s bike with gas, and it may or may not have stalled on him in the middle of nowhere.”

  I cock my head to the side.

  “It’s not my fault the old bastard never takes a cellphone,” he shrugs.

  “Well,” I begin while rounding my desk. “I’m not going to make you carry me, but Bagheera would love to run through the hose and kiddie pool in the back. You can go ahead and do that for me, cool?”

  “Fuck yes,” he replies. “Not that I don’t want to carry you,” he amends. “I do. But the guys only told me to do this because they want to see Dornan pissed, and I don’t want to start shit with him. Besides you have those little shorts on and...” he trails off looking up and down my bare legs.

  “Hello, I can make another arrangement for you, like putting all of my dog’s shit in your car for a week. Or do you want to go ahead and pull your head out of your ass?”

  His eyes shoot up to mine.

  “No, no, the doggy water park is fine.”

  The open air of outside, even though still hot, feels amazing as I make the short walk over to the clubhouse. I notice all bikes are accounted for including Dornan’s, so he’d come back and not come to see me. I groan as I enter the stifling hot building, the smell of sweat and leather hanging in the air like a thick curtain, notching my irritation level up higher. Joey squeezes my shoulder as I walk towards the meeting room and look up at him with a smile. The last time I’d seen him, he was pulling Dornan off of Brayden. He studies my face and I give him a genuine smile to convey I’m alright, and thankful he’d been there. His arm slides over my shoulders and pulls me into his side with a squeeze, before kissing my temple and leading me through the door beside him. Dornan’s sitting at his seat already, eyes downcast at the table as he appears deep in thought. The instant I walk in, his eyes shoot to me and I can tell something serious is going on. Taking my seat beside Sven, who waits until everyone’s seated before he begins speaking.

  “Thank you everyone for getting together on short notice… few things we need to discuss.” He pauses before leaning forward, resting his forearms on the oak table.

  “Business between us and Children of the Reaper is no more. We no longer associate with them from here on out.”

  I’m not sure who knows what happened at the party, but my eyes stay on Sven’s profile, his eyes scanning
the faces around me. I’m hyperaware of my body language, and concentrate on keeping my senses in check. To not allow my posture to change, or cheeks to flush with embarrassment.

  “Of course this means we need to prepare for the inevitable retaliation, because Judas and his council were not happy about this as you can imagine. We all know weapons aren’t their main source of income, but we need to possibly transfer what we have to another location. Including what’s in the clubhouse, and out at the galaxy field.”

  Galaxy field is a piece of property the club owns out in the middle of nowhere desert, it has an underground bunker where we hide all reserves, and just in case shit that we might need as leverage in some situations. We could’ve dipped into the few guns we had store there to fix the mess with The Steel Axes, but we mainly kept club papers, drugs, and more serious weaponry than guns there. Including grenades, machine guns, and even a rocket launcher we’d gotten in a trade. There are nods and mumbles around the table.

  “Also the situation with The Steel Axes has been taken care of, we owe Milestone but they are usually willing to take narcotics off our hands in payment.”

  Our club mainly deals with weapons, but we confiscate drugs when they fall into our laps and only use those to barter or trade. I glance over at Dornan who’s staring at me, and seems less concerned now as he makes eye contact with me, like he’s decompressed with each of his dad’s words. The longer I look at him, for whatever reason, the more annoyed I get. And by the way he raises his eyebrows a fraction in question, tells me he notices.

  “Alright, that’s all I have,” Sven nods and chairs push back from the table.

  I squeeze through the huge men standing around the room, and get the hell out of this hot ass building, before I have heat stroke or puke from the smell. Spiney’s already hosing Bagheera down in the back, and by the look of it, both seem to be enjoying themselves. I run my hand through my long hair, gathering it in my hands and twisting it up into a bun and off my neck, which instantly begins to unravel as I inhale a deep breath of semi fresh air.

  “Maven, Justice called for you again,” Skye announces as I enter the shop.

  I nod while giving the customer standing at the front counter a smile, even though Skye’s propped the doors open and has several fans blowing, the permanent boob sweat is again adding to my annoyance. Once entering my office, I bend down towards my desk fan, pulling the front of my shirt down to let the cool air blow over me, when the door behind me opens and slams shut.

  “What’s your problem?” Dornan asks.

  I stand and turn.

  “Weren’t you supposed to come see me when you got back?” I ask.

  I realize it’s dumb, as soon as I say it. This isn’t even my problem; I don’t know what my problem is actually.

  He raises his brows, resting his hands on his narrow hips.

  “Seriously?”

  I shrug slightly.

  “Yeah, seriously.”

  “I’d just gotten back and saw Spiney heading to your office, I assumed to get you for gathering, where I would see you.”

  “Why didn’t you come anyway?”

  “I had to talk to Dad,” he replies, annoyance beginning in his eyes.

  “About?”

  “We went to the Children of the Reapers, Dad wanted us to reiterate to Judas that if they didn’t exile Brayden from the club, that we weren’t cool anymore. Obviously, they disagreed.”

  I nod, looking down.

  “So your dad knows what happened at the party?” I ask, my voice quiet.

  “Of course...Joey went to get him after I nearly beat Brayden to death, and they took care of getting the CR out of the party. Dad told Judas they had ‘til today to decide what their next move was, kick Brayden out or cut ties with us.”

  I’m not sure how I feel knowing Sven knows about that night, he doesn’t seem to act like he knows and I’m fine with that. There’s something about the club looking at me as powerless or a weak link that niggles at me. I want to be dependable, unbreakable and reliable. Not some chick who gets wasted at parties, and makes herself an easy target. Dornan steps closer, his scent filling my lungs, his hand slides under my hair and rests at the base of my neck.

  “Now what’s really wrong?” he asks, his voice low.

  I sigh, hating yet loving that he knows me so well.

  “I don’t know,” I exhale. “Shit with Brayden and the club, Justice’s been calling me, my dad sent a letter, and its fucking hot as hell in here-” I say in a rush.

  Dornan pulls me to him, my knees and feet knocking into his, his hand at my nape keeps me upright as he slams my body against his.

  “I think your problem is you need to come, babe,” he growls and begins walking me backwards until my ass hits the lip of the desk.

  His hips part my legs as he lifts me onto the top. His fingertips trail down the exposed skin of my legs, all the way to my boots. Grasping me at the ankles, before bringing my feet up to plant them on the desk, causing my legs to spread even wider.

  “No, there’s customers out there,” I gasp into his lips.

  “Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet.”

  “Dornan,” I plead as his tongue slips into my mouth.

  “I’ll make it feel better,” he whispers.

  I whimper and bite his lower lip, my hands fisting the sleeves of his t-shirt.

  “Are you addicted to my cock?”

  I shudder as his fingertips graze my inner thigh, and slide down inside the crotch of my shorts. Touching directly onto my bare skin, his fingers rubbing in circles over my clit.

  “Are you?” he asks, pulling his hand away from my flesh.

  “Yes,” I pant. “So-so addicted to you oohh,” my words cut off by a moan as he returns to rubbing me.

  “No, babe, not as addicted as I am to your face when you come.”

  My breath sputters against his lips as he finds the right spot and quickly begins to drive me into oblivion. Closing my eyes as he runs his nose along mine and begins whispering dirty words against my lips as my back arches, my hips inching closer into his touch.

  “You’re sloppy wet for me...oh Jesus and swollen, you’re swollen from me inside you all night,” he says to himself in awe. I moan and bite my lower lip, fuck, this man. He runs his fingers up and down my folds, dipping his middle finger inside me before moving back up and circling my clit again.

  “I can smell how much you want it, smells so fucking good...when I eat your pussy I can’t get enough, when I’m inside you I can’t get enough...you’re so tight and hot and wet for me.”

  My lips part and I gasp, whimpering as my orgasm begins to build. My hips circle and buck forward into his hand in a jerky motion.

  “You look so gorgeous when you come from me.”

  His fingers quicken as my hands wrap tight around his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh as I try to muffle my cries of pleasure.

  “Do you want to come? Fuck, I can feel it on my fingers, your muscles squeezing and wanting my cock...fuck Maven.”

  He groans and in hearing him say my name, I come. His lips sealing over mine as my body tightens and trembles with the force, his fingers slow right before he jerks my ass off the desk. His strong hands yank my shorts down and off, leaving me in my boots before pushing my legs back into position. My hands help his as we undo his jeans, then push his boxer briefs down to set his erection free. He slides a hand under my knee, propping my leg in the crook of his arm, before his eyes lock on mine, and he’s pushing into me again.

  “Dornan, oh God please, yes fuck me,” I whimper, my eyes unfocusing as he slides deeper.

  I press my hands back on the desk behind me, to hold myself up as he seats himself completely. Our breaths labored and fast. He runs his free hand over my cheek, before moving to the back of my neck and bringing my face closer to his.

  “So fucking good,” he chants. “You see what you do to me? Make me feel like a man, knowing my cock fucks your tight little body until you c
ome.”

  My pussy gets wetter at his words and he really begins to move, pushing in and pulling out slowly at first, because yes, I’m swollen from last night. Our bodies make obscene sounds with how wet I am. He pulls out almost completely to let the thick crest of his head rub just inside my opening. I swear to God I go cross eyed, just before I’m about to come he slams into me. Maybe remembering we’re in my office and probably don’t have much time, he begins to move, his hips slam against my ass over and over. Bending my leg back further as he slides his hand from my neck up into my hair, grabbing a handful to keep me in place.

  “Do you want to come again? You want my cock to make you come?” he asks.

  My lips part and I nod, holding my hair tighter as he fucks me, causing the desk to rattle with the movements.

  “Yes I want to come, make me come,” I gasp out.

  “You like to scream my name, and be loud but you can’t do that right? Everyone will know what I’m doing to you in here.”

  “Mmmm,” is all I can say.

  The hand that’s bracing us up on the desk, slides up my torso and two fingers slip into my mouth, the same two fingers he used to fuck my pussy. I taste my sweet flavor and begin to suck on them as he delves deeper, searching for his own release. All of a sudden I come, increasing the pressure of my mouth around him as my body jerks.

  “I’m coming Maven,” he groans and lets out a growl as he spills inside me, feeling every hot burst of his come.

  We’re both covered in sweat, my office reeks of sex, but I don’t care. This man makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive, powerful, that I can make him lose control with me. Lifting his head from my shoulder, he caresses my face with his fingers, smoothing my hair back and kissing my lips. He sets my feet down and heads into my attached bathroom, returning with his pants still unbuttoned but his cock tucked away. Kneeling before me, and with a warm wash cloth, he runs it between my legs. Cleaning me of any remnants of our love making, because it was love making. It doesn’t matter that he’d just fucked me on a desk, it’s the connection we share. Brayden could fuck me against a wall or even a bed, but it was just fucking, we didn’t share anything, there was no intimacy in what we had. With me and Dornan, everything is done with love.

 

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