Dornan turns away from me and I look anxiously around at the lights and candles, because for the first time in his presence, he’s making me nervous. Maybe because this is a place I never associated with feelings other than friendship with Dornan, and now here we are, lovers. A chill runs through me, and I bring my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. Dornan faces me again but his eyes focus on something in his hands resting in the center of his lap, something wrapped in cloth.
“I have this for you,” he says softly, his eyes still downcast.
I look between his face and his hands a few times, before I dip my head down in hopes of bringing his eyes up. Which works and he flicks those beautiful blues to me, I can sense apprehension or a tension there, something worrying him.
“Here,” he says, placing the cloth in my palm.
There’s no preamble or explanation to why he’s giving this gift to me, which is so Dornan’s style and I smile. Bringing the gift closer to my chest, as I pull back the cloth. My breath catching as my heart pounds faster in my chest, my eyes taking in the gift.
“Dornan,” I whisper because I’m honestly shocked.
It’s a hand stitched patch, one I know Gwen’s made since she makes all the club’s personal patches. This is of an infinity knot, and like nothing I’ve ever seen. Muted silver like the color of our Warrior of the Gods crest, with mine and Dornan’s names interwoven in the threading. Most guys give their old lady’s a patch that says ‘old lady’ or ‘so and so’s girl’ because they’re property. By Dornan giving me this, it really means he wants me to be his equal. That those hadn’t been just words he told me to get me to stick around, he truly meant it and wants everyone else to know it too. This must’ve been why everyone at the club was smiling at me like fools, they knew Dornan was giving me this tonight.
“Wear this?” he asks.
The fact that he’s even asking me, causes a smile to spread over my lips as I look up at him and nod. The tension in his eyes vanishes as he smiles, leaning in closer. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into me and kissing him breathlessly. We kiss for a long while, until the small space is no longer cold, and I’m panting with the need to move things along. When I add tongue he plays for a second, before retreating and pressing soft kisses on my lips.
“I want to act out every fantasy I’ve had about you in here.”
“Yes,” I reply cupping his cheek.
He smiles, seeming cool and calm, not at all about ready to jump out of his skin like I feel. We’re sitting side by side, our hips parallel, both our legs bent as we begin kissing again. His knuckles graze up the inside if my thigh, and I startle a moment at the unexpected contact. He coo’s softly against my lips, instantly relaxing me. Feeling the rough texture of his large hands against my delicate skin, causes chill bumps and my breath to hitch. He’s whispering things in between kisses, as he teases the soft skin between my legs. My head falls back and causes my hair to cascade down my back, giving him all the skin from my neck to my cleavage to play with.
“You feel so perfect, I could touch you for a lifetime and never get sick of it. I can feel how hot you are for me without even touching you there.”
I let out an aggravated whimper, opening my legs wider, luring him in, needing him there. Instead, his hand runs smooth over the top of my thigh to the outside hem of my dress. Pushing the fabric up to my hip and over my ass, before moving to the side closest to him and repeating the motion. Cool air hits my wet skin as he kisses my neck, sucking and licking, causing my legs to tremble and quiver.
His lips and teeth graze over my jaw then my collarbone, as his nimble fingers run over my breasts, circling my nipples through the fabric and causing them to harden. My breath is sputtering and quick, I’m grinding my hips towards nothing in hopes the motion will bring some relief to the ache there. Still he teases my nipples, cupping my breasts and kissing them over my dress, adding a bite of roughness against my skin.
Reaching down I grab him, running my hand up and down his length which is straining against the thigh of his jeans. He groans and finally pulls down the front of my dress, sucking my nipple into his mouth, lapping his tongue over the budded flesh. I’m tempted to use my other hand to rub my clit, but it’s currently the only thing keeping me from falling. I scoot backwards slowly, sliding my butt across the floor to press my back against the wall and Dornan follows. Changing his position to kneel between my spread knees, his lips never leaving my skin. My fingers touch my wet folds for a moment, before Dornan’s hand’s there and pulling them away.
“No,” he says gruffly and I whimper.
“Dornan, touch me there,” my brows furrow as I begin to beg.
“Is that what you want?”
His eyes dart up to mine as he gives a long lick to my nipple, before blowing a stream of cool air against it. I’m trembling with excitement and lust, biting my lower lip and groaning as he does the same to my other nipple.
“You want me to touch you here?”
The calloused fingertips of his index, middle, and ring fingers begin to rub against me.
“Yes,” I breathe out, eyes closing as my head tilts back and thuds against the wall.
“I wanted to do this to you so many times, we’d be up here alone. You’d be laying at my side, and I fought to reach over and slip my hand down the front of your pants.”
His face is right there, his nose teasing mine. I can barely remember to breathe, as his fingers do wonderful things to me.
“To feel how soft you are here, to smell you, to hear you say my name when you come,” he whispers against my lips.
The same moment he extends his middle finger down to retrieve the wetness coating my entrance, before gliding back up onto my clit. My head lulls to the side, resting my cheek against one of my quaking shoulders, and realize just how tightly wound I am. I also realize he’s maneuvered my hands away from his pants and to my sides, they’re balled into tight fists against the floor as I hold myself upright. He’s watching his fingers rub my pink wet flesh fast and steady, and I become transfixed on the motion as well. The quivers in my belly become stronger, the tightening of my pussy before I come, and his lips are on mine. Both our lips are dry from breathing heavy, the kiss is soft and sweet and the perfect balance to the supernova that’s rocking my body with violent shudders and spasms. Dornan leans up on his knees, his eyes blazing as he quickly pulls his shirt off. My hands immediately run down the tight, toned muscles of his chest and abs, to the V at his hips to help him undo his belt and jeans.
Our eyes lock and I can see there’s something he’s containing, the need to fuck me until we break this tree house down. My hand wraps around the velvety skin of his hard shaft, feeling him pulsate beneath my fingers. He pushes my hand away and leans down, guiding his cock towards me as I use my fingers to spread my lips and ease his entry. I can feel every inch as he slides in, stretching me and pushing me almost to the point of pain, but never fully taking it there. I feel him filling me, his body looming over me with his broad shoulders. His want for me so hot, that he’s barely pushed his jeans down on his thighs. He makes me feel like a goddess, like he planned things one way, but once he got me going he couldn’t control himself and needed to be inside me, and that’s such a powerful feeling.
His hips spread my legs wider, hooking my knees over his forearms as he braces his upper body. His muscles tighten and flex with every stroke, as he pushes me harder against the wall. The feeling of being virtually immobile as this beast of a man fucks me in a raw, animalistic way, makes me need him even more. His eyes never leave mine, our ragged breaths fill the air and the space between our lips. Even though he’s moving hard and quick inside me, he’s still making love to me. Whispering things to me again about how good I feel, how our bodies fit, how good my tits look when he fucks me hard and they bounce along with his movements.
My arms wrap around his shoulders and as I feel my orgasm roll through me, pressing my forehead against his chest. Gasp
ing his name as he pushes in twice more, before slowing and holding himself deep. He shifts us away from the wall so we can lay, he’s still inside me and we’re both trying to catch our breaths. Pressing soft kisses on my face as he often does after we make love, showing me tenderness after fucking me, taking care of his mate like a lion. He sweeps his hands over my forehead and cheeks, moving the hair that’s stuck to my skin with sweat. I kiss his palm and look into his eyes, showing him how I feel, his eyes close slowly as I bring his face closer. Kissing his forehead, before resting his head on my chest.
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The next few days are busy with club activities, we’re working on something for The Steel Axes and a third party buyer, this time a ‘legitimate’ deal. Legit as in the buyers are using us and The Steel Axes to work out money, pick up, transport, and delivery of the guns. Basically, we’re the middlemen. This also involves actual business, no breaking in anywhere or stealing guns.
I’d sat down with Sven for about seven-hours yesterday working out the deal we would propose to The Steel Axes, who’d take it to their buyers and negotiate our cut. When we finally reached an agreement, Sven called gathering where he laid out the plan and all the details, the runs going to be two days from now on Saturday. This is a big job for us, we’re moving a lot of goods this trip and making a seventy thousand dollar profit. Since we’ve worked with this buyer before, we felt comfortable asking for a larger cut than last time, which they agreed to an upfront amount on top of a smaller portion to come after the transaction.
I expressed my fears to Sven that the deal seemed too good, they only had come back to us once with a counter offer of a smaller amount which we denied and then they agreed to the original asking price. It seemed that they weren’t really negotiating, surely they could use other clubs for a cheaper price. They didn’t even try to push us or make us wait, just agreed. All our legit deals, are done in person, but this one was done over prepaid phones. Sven did the talking and even though untraceable, I don’t like business done this way. Regardless, he doesn’t seem to agree with my worrying and assures me everything is fine, that Chilly has eyes on the buyers and everything they’ve told us checks out.
I’m late getting up that morning, since Dornan woke me up early to tell me he was leaving for the club and taking Bagheera with him, before falling back asleep. This gives me some alone time, so I pull on my running clothes and head out for a much needed long run. Even though it’s been almost a week, I still get giddy inside over the patch Dornan gave me. It’s currently residing on my dresser at the moment, since Gwen won’t be able to sew it on until next weekend. But I like seeing it there, since I don’t wear my cut every day. The suns blazing, but the sweat feels so good and I can’t remember the last time I had such a good work out...minus Dornan that is.
I’m just heading back into Plantain from the foothills of the canyons that outline the south side of town, when I hear a car slowing behind me. Glancing over my shoulder to see Milton in his squad SUV. I slow to a walk as he pulls up beside me, his forearm resting on the door frame of the lowered window.
“Morning Maven,” he says.
“Milton,” I nod, my hands on my hips as I try to regulate my breathing.
“I need you to come with me.”
I sigh and squint at him, the sun shining over his truck blinding me.
“Why?” I ask.
He stops and so do I, raising a hand to shield my eyes from the sun. I don’t see Milton all the time to know his tells or read his body language well like I can with most people, but it’s not hard. He appears agitated, maybe a little apprehensive, like he doesn’t want to be doing this right now. There’s nothing I can think of that warrants me needing to go to the station, but something tells me by his expression, not to question him.
“Maven,” he says quietly, his eyes scanning the area around us. “If you don’t...” he pauses and shakes his head slightly. “It will just be easier this way.”
His demeanor’s getting my back up, putting my senses on full alert. The not having any clue what this can be about, worries me.
“I’m all sweaty, can I shower and meet you there?” I offer.
“This won’t take long,” he counters.
I hesitate a minute, before reaching for the door handle to the backseat and getting in. Seconds later, Milton’s pulling a U-turn to head us away from town. I set my iPod down on the seat beside me, lifting the bottom of my tank top to wipe my face, trying to tamper down the ‘what the fuck’ feeling inside me. Alarm bells ring as we drive further from Plantain. Something tells me not to ask where we’re going, that part of me who needs to act like I’m not freaking out. Pretending I’m not worried in the slightest that I don’t have anything but my fists to protect me. Milton avoids my eyes in the rearview mirror, and I curse myself for the first time at not bringing my cellphone on my runs. Milton however makes me think that nothing’s going to hurt me. I know he’ll protect me, even if he doesn’t want to.
He pulls into a driveway, the beginnings of a subdivision in the desert. We drive past workers and sounds of construction. Pulling down streets that have frames of houses, towards fully built unoccupied homes. It’s eerily quiet back here, away from the commotion in the front. Milton parks in the driveway to a massive two story house, your stereotypical prefabricated house in a sub. My confusion level rising because I don’t see any cars nearby, the house looks locked up with no signs of life. Milton lets out a weary sigh as he unfastens his seatbelt and exits the vehicle, then opens the door for me. I hop out and follow him towards the front door, and it takes everything in me not to crack a joke thanking him for taking me house hunting, just to break the tension. But the tension only grows as we enter the stuffy house, vacant of any furniture. He leads me into the dining room, a large six-person table with only two chairs occupying the space. At the same moment I comprehend that someone’s sitting in one of them, as my stomach drops, seeing it’s Justice.
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What the fuck? He’s just sitting there, leaning back in a chair, a smile on his face. My head begins to flip, why has Milton brought me to Justice? Why didn’t Justice call me if he wanted to meet? It’s been a week or two since we last talked, chatting about the building of the club and only work related topics. But more importantly, how the hell do these two know each other?
I look over at Milton, who gives me an apologetic look before nodding towards the vacant seat opposite Justice. My brows furrow before I look back at Justice, who’s watching me with a twinkle in his eye at my confusion.
“As you probably can guess, I’m not a contractor...I’m a federal agent.”
Justice shrugs slightly, and I feel my stomach flip. Although shady and I knew something was up with him, never did I think it was this.
“My name really is Justice Tanner, that part’s true,” he raises his hands. “But I did lie to you about a few things. Again, not a contractor. I lied about my intentions with you by asking you out, I’m sorry for that.”
He looks at me with sincerity in his eyes, was this guy for real? Like he felt bad for leading me on or something.
“Oh and I’m not from Montana, I’m from-”
“Georgia,” I answer softly before he can finish.
All the weird things that happened at lunch that day, suddenly make sense now. He took me out in hopes, I’d what? Tell him my life story? He gives me a knowing smile, which widens as he shakes a finger at me.
“It just came out at lunch, I wasn’t thinking, but you caught it. Granted my accent is pretty hard to cover up,” he smiles playfully. “But of course you caught it, you don’t miss much, but you didn’t show you noticed my slip up that’s for sure.”
The warmth I used to see in his eyes is gone, even though his demeanor seems jovial and relaxed, it’s a facade. He’s trying to seem at ease, in hopes it’ll actually put him at ease. But the way he keeps looking at me, seeing my blank expression, is making him edgy.
“So, I really have you here, b
ecause we need to discuss some things.”
He glances over at Milton for a moment, before reaching to the side of his chair to retrieve something from a box on the floor. I also look at Milton who again nods towards the empty chair, so I sit. He steps back towards the entryway, leaving us alone.
“This is your file that the Plantain Police Department has on you.”
Justice holds up a manila folder before setting it on the table, opening it to read the contents aloud.
“Maven Gypsy Lofgren a.k.a V, a.k.a...Voodoo Child,” he raises his brows and looks at me. “Voodoo Child...like the Hendrix song?” Justice asks, amusement in his eyes
“Hendrix song?” I cock my head, confusion in my tone. Playing completely clueless as I usually do in interrogations, which always annoys the person questioning you. I’m not about to tell him that people call me V not because it’s short for Maven, but for my road name, Voodoo Child. I’m also not about to tell him this is my road name because when I was an infant, my dad claims that was the only song that would get me to stop crying. Aside from that, I’m still too confused as to what the hell is going on to even talk.
“Cute,” he answers with sarcasm and a wink, before looking back down to the papers in the folder.
The fact that when men do little gestures like that, thinking it would piss me off, actually let me know I was a challenge. I’ve been questioned by the best, and I know for certain, Justice has nothing on them.
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