I practically fall out of my bed in my hurry to get away from him. I’m confused, and honestly a little freaked out, as to why he is here, and more importantly, in my bed with me.
As soon as I’m out of my bed, I move quickly to the other side of the room. “What the fuck?” I say louder than I intended, causing him to wake up. He sits up, wipes the sleep away from his eyes and looks over at me. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Baby? Since when does he call me just baby?
“Ah, you mind telling me what the fuck you’re doing in my bed?” What the fuck happened last night. Last thing I remember was challenging Toby to a game of pool while drinking out of the bottle of Jack. How did I get to my apartment and why is Zane here, in my bed? Fuck, I don’t remember anything. Did we have sex?
Zane laughs quietly for a couple of seconds until he looks up and sees I’m not laughing with him. I don’t find this shit funny at all! I’ve never drank so much that I couldn’t remember what the hell happened. Or maybe I have, but I’ve just never woken up to someone in my bed, making me question what I did the night before. If I find out we fucked, I’m going to kick his ass. He should know better than to mess around with a chick when she’s three sheets to the wind.
“Well, after you finished that bottle of Jack, you were trying to pass out on the couch. I didn’t think you’d want to stay at the clubhouse, so I asked Mack for the key to your apartment so I could put you to bed.” Ok, well that explains how I got to my apartment, but not why he stayed the night with me, in my bed.
I don’t say anything, just wait for him to continue, but he must think that’s all I need to know because he doesn’t say anything else. He just sits there staring at me like I’m the one who fucked up. “I’m going to ask you one more time before I lose my patience. What. The. Fuck. Are you doing in my bed?” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to answer me.
“I figured I better stay to make sure you didn’t throw up in the middle of the night and end up choking on your own vomit. What the hell do you think I’m doing in your bed Danielle?” His voice turns hard. He’s pissed which just pisses me off more. Does he really think it’s acceptable to sleep in my bed? Ok, so it’s sweet that he was just trying to take care of me, but he could have slept on the couch or something.
“Well, I appreciate you wanting to make sure I was ok, but if I ever wake up with you in my bed without me inviting you there, you’re going to be missing a certain part of your anatomy.” I leave the room and head into the bathroom. I need something for this headache from hell and a nice hot shower.
When I step out of the shower, I realize that I forgot to bring in a change of clothes. I hope Zane is out of my bed, or better yet, out of the apartment all together.
I come out of the bathroom and am almost to my bedroom door when I hear Zane coming up behind me. Just as I turn around to ask what he’s still doing here, he grabs me by the hips and pushes me into the wall, locking his lips on mine. Holy. Fucking. Christ. He tastes fucking amazing! It’s everything I remember his kissing to be and more.
Without my permission, my arms come up around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My towel slips off of my body, but I don’t even care. Zane growls and before I know it, he has lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his back. Then I feel a dull pain in my back as he pushes me into the wall, trapping me between it and his body. I need to put a stop to this before it goes too far, but God damn it, this feels too fucking good to stop.
He breaks the kiss, and lowers his lips to my neck. “Fuck! You are too fucking sexy for your own good.” He groans and continues his assault on my neck, working his way back up to my mouth. Then he grinds himself against my bare pussy, which causes me to moan into his mouth.
I barely register that we are moving until I feel myself falling backwards onto my bed. Zane doesn’t miss a beat as he breaks the kiss and starts trailing little kisses and licks down my stomach towards my pussy. Shit that feels so good.
When he makes his way all the way down, I feel his hot breath on my clit. “Oh God,” I whimper. He’s hardly done anything yet and I feel like I could come. “You taste so fucking good baby girl,” he says. He sucks my clit into his mouth and I instantly come. “FUCK!” I yell, but he doesn’t stop. I can feel my pleasure rise again, which has never happened to me before.
“Zane…Please…” I beg, not knowing what I’m begging for. All I know is that I don’t want him to ever stop. He doesn’t disappoint, alternating between nips and licks, to sucking my clit hard. I’m breathing so fast that I fear I could pass out. “Fuck…Shit, don’t stop.” My orgasm is right there, within my reach. I only need a little more pressure and I will fall over the edge.
Suddenly I feel him bite my clit, pleasure and pain so intense it has me contracting over and over, like I’ll never stop coming.
When I finally come back down, Zane is kissing his way back up to my lips. “I can’t wait anymore baby girl, I need to be inside you.” He barely finishes his sentence before I feel him thrust inside me, hard. He holds himself still, giving me time to adjust to his size. It’s been almost a year since I last had sex, but I don’t feel any pain, just intense pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He thrusts slowly a couple times while kissing me, then starts to pick up the pace.
Feeling him inside me, pounding into me with a punishing rhythm, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’ve never felt this much pleasure from sex. With Zane, my whole body feels alive with sensations I didn’t even know existed.
Grabbing me behind my knee, he pulls my leg up over his shoulder, hitting a spot inside me no one but my vibrator has ever touched. “Ahhhh! Fuck, right there!” I come on the next thrust, my pussy clamping down around his hard cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna come baby,” he growls in my ear. He pumps himself inside me four more times, each time so deep I know I’ll be feeling him for a week, before I feel him empty himself inside me.
Without pulling out of me, he rolls us over so I’m lying on his chest with him stroking my back. “Shit baby girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he says after a moment of silence. I lift my head and glare at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? We barely just got done fucking and you are already apologizing and regret it?” I almost yell at him, then get up to stomp into the bathroom.
I can’t believe that just fucking happened. What the fuck was I thinking, letting it go that far? But that’s just it, I wasn’t thinking. He surprised me when he kissed me and my brain just shut off. Now he regrets it, just like he did last time. Fuck! I’m so fucking stupid!
Zane’s knock on the bathroom door interrupts my thoughts. “Baby girl, open the door.” I don’t respond, instead I start the shower and step inside. I need to wash his scent off of my body. I won’t be able to stand smelling him on me when I face him.
“Danielle! Open this fucking door now, or I swear to all that is holy I will break it down,” He yells through the door, but I don’t answer him. I just need to take a couple of minutes to think of the best way to deal with this. Can I still try and salvage our friendship now? Should I? God fucking dammit! Just when things were starting to look up, this had to happen.
“Baby girl? Please…Please open the door. I’m sorry, that’s not how I meant that to come across. I fucking love you. Of course I don’t regret what just happened. I just meant that I didn’t mean to just fuck you like that, but I couldn’t help myself when I saw you in just that towel.”
So he doesn’t regret it? I could have sworn the way he said it that that was what he meant, but maybe I overreacted. Would he have clarified himself if I hadn’t jumped to the worst possible conclusion?
I step out of the shower and unlock the door. He opens the door immediately and starts to say something, but when he sees I’m naked, he just stands there looking at me. Hoping to get back to the way we were before I freaked out, I take his hand and lead him over to the shower. When I step in, he takes off the rest of his clothes and joins me.
Turning me around
so that I’m facing the wall, he grabs my body wash and starts washing my back. When he’s done with that, he works his way around my front, spreading the lather onto my breasts. Giving them a small pinch, he then works his way down until they reach my pussy. “Open,” he says, his voice husky with desire. I obey without question, anticipating his fingers touching me.
He rubs me softly, and grinds his hardening cock against my ass. “I just had you but I want you again,” he says in my ear. I moan, moving my hips with the same rhythm his fingers are fucking my pussy. “What’s stopping you then?” Instantly, he pulls his fingers out of me and pushes on my lower back. Bending forward and placing my hands on the end of the tub, I feel his cock at my opening. “Hang on baby girl.”
He slams into me in one hard thrust, and if I hadn’t been holding myself up, my head would have hit the wall. He sets a fast pace right away, and doesn’t slow until my first orgasm hits me. “That’s right baby, clamp that tight pussy around my cock.” His thrusts remain slow but deep until my orgasm has died down completely, then he picks up his pace again.
His hold on my hips is hard but it just adds to my pleasure. I start meeting him thrust for thrust, wanting to make him to lose control. “Fuck me harder Zane,” I say. I am instantly rewarded with him pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into me, hard. “Is this what you like? You want me to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk?” I don’t answer him, but he already knows the answer. My pussy clamps down around him again and this time he follows me into oblivion.
***
A couple hours after our shower, we are still lying in bed. We haven’t spoken much, just holding each other and exploring each other’s bodies.
Zane is the first to break the silence. “What are you thinking?” he asks in a quiet voice. Knowing we need to get this talk over with, I don’t hesitate for long. “I was thinking about where we go from here.” I continue running my hands across his chest with my head on my shoulder. I love lying with him like this. It’s like we were made to fit together.
He reaches up and lifts my chin so I’m looking into his eyes. “I don’t know what you think is going on here baby girl, but you are mine. I’m not letting you go. I just got you back and nothing will take you away from me, not even you,” he says with conviction and maybe even a hint of anger, though I don’t think it’s directed at me.
Maybe he’s right. We’ve lost so much time and even though I don’t want to admit I still love him, I know I do. Instead of answering him with words, I let my kiss show him how I feel.
This time when he enters me, it’s slow and with purpose. This isn’t about our pleasure, its love making in its purest form. When we finally come together, I call out his name while he calls out mine. We fall asleep still connected, then wake and make love again before we finally get out of bed.
When he walks into the kitchen after his shower, he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Mack called, said he wants us to stop by the clubhouse.” I completely forgot Mack wanted us there last night for a reason, but we never got around to finding out why. Or at least I didn’t.
“Did he ever tell you what’s going on?” I’m hoping Zane at least has an idea what to expect. It must not be club business if they want me there too. “No. Let’s go find out.” He smacks my ass and walks over to the couch to put on his boots.
I head into my room to get dressed. Then we are out the door and on our way to the clubhouse.
As we walk inside, I notice that most of the brothers are sitting around a couple of tables in the corner of the bar area. When Mack sees us enter, he stands and walks over to us. “Let’s go into my office.” Without waiting for either of us to reply, he walks away and we follow silently.
When the door is closed, Mack lets out a long sigh and looks up at us as we each take a chair across from him. “What’s goin’ on?” I ask, wondering what is so important that he wants me here to listen.
“I normally wouldn’t bring you into this, but you are like a daughter to me.” He pauses only briefly before continuing. “We have some problems with a rival gang a couple of hours north of here. A couple of them were spotted just outside of town while I was on my way to Nevada. Things are going to heat up soon and I want you prepared. Blaze, if you aren’t out on club business, I want you with Dani.” Zane nods, then Mack continues, looking over at me, “Dani, I don’t think anyone would come after you to get to the club, but I want you to start carrying just in case. I’m going to try to have someone on you at all times, but if things get bad or something happens, I want you to be prepared.” Shocked, I just stare at him.
In all the time I’ve been here, the club has never had any problems with anyone – civilian or rivals. Why now? “What’s going on? Why are they here?” I ask, trying to make sense of this.
Mack shakes his head slightly. “I can’t give you all of the details, but they think we caused problems for their business. It’s not true, but until we can prove to them we have nothing to do with it, we are going to take precautions.” Even though I want to ask for more, I know he won’t tell me, so I’ll take what I can get. “Alright, I’ll be prepared.” I look over at Zane and see him staring at me with a look of worry.
“Prez, we can do better than just having one man on her and having her carry can’t we? If they have done any recon on the club, they will know that she is important to us. We can’t risk her.” I get what he’s saying, but I don’t want to pull any more brothers away from something they could be doing to help the club. “Zane, I’ll be fine. I’m a good shot and know how to protect myself. I’ll be fine, promise.” He doesn’t look convinced or happy about it, but he nods his head. “Fine, but I’m going to be with you as much as I can. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.”
I see a look of confusion on Mack’s face, but he covers it quickly. I guess I should tell him soon what’s about Zane and me, but today isn’t the day. I’m sure he knows something is going on, just not the specifics.
“Dani, why don’t you go on to the shop, but stop by here when you’re done tonight. Zane, church in a half hour.” Mack gets up and leaves the office, closing the door behind him.
Zane looks at me, deadly serious. “If you see anything out of the ordinary, you let me know. Don’t take any risks and make sure you have your gun on you and within reach. Not in your purse or where ever else you keep it.” I roll my eyes at him and stand up. “Zane, I’ll be fine.” I’m irritated that he’s treating me like I’m glass, like I will break with the slightest touch. “I know baby girl, I just can’t stand the thought of someone coming after you. I can’t lose you again.” He stands up and comes up to me, kissing me lightly on the lips.
“I’ll see you later tonight ok? Call me if you need anything.” I nod and then head out of the office. I wave to Mack and walk outside to my truck.
On the way to the shop, I try and come up with a reason why a rival club would be hours away from home and scoping us out. Mack said they think we fucked with their business, but why would they think it’s the Sinners? Did they have beef years ago and are just blaming us because it is easy? Whatever the reason is, I hope this shit blows over soon, because I don’t know how long I’ll be able to tolerate all the brothers being on high alert. Shit’s going to get nasty fast, and I don’t want to deal with a bunch of overprotective bikers.
It’s been almost a month since the meeting with Mack at the clubhouse. Mack wanted me to be cautious in case the Rebels came after me to get to the club. Though I must say, if they really did the research on the Sinners and how I am connected to them, then that would mean they’d have put a tail on me. And if they tailed me, they would know I’m not just some club whore or even a girl that is just tight with the brothers. But maybe that’s what they want; my connection with them would make me a primary target. What they don’t know is that I’m one bitch they don’t want to fuck with.
Not only would I make sure to give whoever is trying to use me to se
nd as a message a beat down they wouldn’t forget, but they would have a bunch of anger bikes on their hands. It’s one thing to go after an MC and maybe fuck with their brothers and business, but it’s a whole other deal to fuck with a woman who is protected by them. And I don’t mean to be arrogant or anything, but I’m pretty damn special to that club – not just to Mack, but to all of them. They took me in and now I’m like a sister to most of them. So if you fuck with me, well, let’s just say you’ll wish you never even laid eyes on me.
All the brothers have been busy keeping an eye out for the rival club, making sure they aren’t venturing into town and causing problems. I’ve had a prospect following me around whenever I leave the shop, go home or even to the store. It’s really grating on my nerves, but I don’t fuss because I know tensions are high right now. If this is what will give them a little peace of mind, I’ll deal with it.
Zane and I have barely had any time to talk, let alone see each other since the meeting with Mack. I’ve only seen him in passing when I’ve stopped by the club to check in. I really want to call him up and tell him to come to my house, but I can’t pull him away from club business right now; it just wouldn’t be right. He has a job to do and I won’t stand in the way. I’ve learned over the years that whether you are an ol’ lady or family member, you don’t come between the brothers and what they have to do.
Tonight, I’ll go to the clubhouse and sit down with Mack and Toby. I’ve been on guard, but haven’t seen anything that would cause worry – no encounters with the rival club or anything suspicious around the shop or clubhouse. I think it would be alright to at least get rid of my bodyguard. I’ll still carry my gun but there is no need to be followed around.
I’m on my way to the shop and decide to give Mack a call to let him know I want to talk to him tonight. I don’t want to run the risk of him being out and not getting this taken care of.
Just as I’m pulling up to the shop and getting ready to dial, my phone rings. It’s Mack. “Where are you!?” he yells in my ear, but I barely hear it because I can see the prospect outside the shop looking at the broken front window. What the fuck happened and who the hell did this?
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