After standing up, she had her top and jeans off within seconds and thrown out of the way. Her breathing shallowed as she stood in her bra and panties before him, waiting for him to make the first move.
Because she couldn’t wait for his hands, his tongue, his lips to be on her, his cock inside her.
Yes. Happy, happy birthday to me.
They stood staring at each other and she wondered why he wasn’t moving. Even his hand had stilled on his cock. She questioned if he was even breathing.
“Slade,” she whispered.
Suddenly, she was knocked back onto the bed, all the air rushing from her lungs and he was over her, tearing at her bra and panties, ripping them off and tossing them over his shoulder.
Fuck, yes.
His fingers dove into her long hair and he ripped her head back, shoved his face into her neck and scrapped his teeth down her throat, down her chest until he latched roughly onto one of her nipples. He tugged it with his teeth before sucking it deep.
“Holy shit, yes,” she hissed, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pull of his mouth on her nipple made her core clench tight.
She bucked her hips beneath him, feeling his hard length pressing into her thigh, his hot, silky precum leaking onto her skin. She groaned into his mouth as he took it, shoving his tongue deep, reminding her who was the stronger of the two.
She tangled her tongue with his, challenging that notion. Then she bit his bottom lip and he jerked back, his eyes dark, his breath rapid as he stared down at her.
A slow smile crept over his face. “That’s it, give me some of that fight with my fuck.”
He wanted fight? He’d get it.
She slammed her palms into his chest and he shifted back from the impact. With a growl, he snagged her wrists and pinned them to the mattress and took her mouth once again, making sure she tasted the blood she drew. A groan bubbled up from deep at the back of her throat.
Releasing her mouth, he moved his way back down, biting and nipping her flesh as he went. After letting her wrists go, he snagged one nipple with his mouth and the other with his fingers, twisting it hard.
She whimpered and arched her neck, dragging her nails down his back, scoring his flesh. He made a noise against her breast but didn’t stop the intense attention he was giving them.
Wet and throbbing, her pussy clenched tightly as she dug her fingers into his ass and shifted beneath him. “Fuck me,” she groaned.
“Not yet, princess,” he murmured against her damp flesh, working his way lower, dislodging her hands from his ass. They slid up his body as he settled between her thighs. He shoved her legs up and out, planting her feet on his shoulders, opening her wide to him. And then he dropped his head and his mouth found her...
A low wail escaped her as he teased and sucked her clit hard. He gave her no mercy at all and she wasn’t going to ask for any. The rougher he became, the better it was.
Tonight was her night and she wanted it all from this man. Whatever he was willing to give her, she’d greedily accept.
She dug her fingers into his short hair to keep him in place as his tongue worked her wickedly. She gasped as his fingers slid deep, curving to stroke her sensitive spot. She bucked her hips once more as he tortured her with exquisite pleasure. It snuck up on her unexpectedly, probably because it had been so long... but the orgasm raced through her body, curling her toes, clenching her fingers into his skin, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip until her mouth opened wide and she let out a loud cry.
She struggled to catch her breath as he continued his pace, not letting up even for a second. She dug her heels into his back and cried out his name as one climax turned into two. And as she slowly floated back into her body, she tilted her head to see him still buried between her thighs, at the apex of her legs. But his mouth was no longer on her. No, his eyes were tipped up to her, his lips shiny as he gave her a grin.
“Fuck, princess. Never woulda expected that from you.”
She wanted to ask him why, why wouldn’t he expect that reaction? Did he think her cold and unfeeling? But at this moment, she didn’t care about anything but him climbing up her body, and feeling his cock hard and heavy as he did so.
He pressed his lips to hers and she tasted herself.
“Slade...” she murmured.
He pulled away, shaking his head. “No. Don’t fuckin’ ruin it.” He reached for the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, jerked it open and dug around. He pulled out a long strip of condoms and ripped one off, tore it open and rolled it down his length.
“If you’re like that with just my mouth on your pussy, can’t wait to see how you are with my dick inside you.”
He settled back between her legs, his cock pressing at her entrance but not pushing forward.
She closed her eyes and begged, “Fuck me.”
But he didn’t, instead he fisted his fingers into her hair and pulled it tight, making her gasp.
“Lemme see those blue eyes of yours, princess.”
She lifted her lids to meet his dark gaze and when she did, he thrust forward, taking her deep with one stroke.
All the breath rushed from her lungs as he filled her up, stretched her, making her feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time. A warmth spiraled through her from her center out. She didn’t want to explore that feeling because she knew the answer might scare her.
That aside, if all she had was tonight with this man, she was going to make sure it lasted all night long.
“This time I’m on top, next time you are, got me?”
She couldn’t argue with that.
Then he grimaced as he continued to thrust, his hips tilting just right, his cock hitting her in all the right places.
She couldn’t stop the noises that escaped her. She knew she was loud and could probably be heard throughout the second level of church. But she couldn’t contain them, couldn’t hold back as he continued to grind against her, driving into her, making her buck wildly against him.
She wanted more, so much more.
Fuck, he was good with his hips. And she couldn’t forget his mouth, which, at the moment, pressed into her neck as he sucked and nibbled on her skin.
She met him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, and he took her hard and fast, as if he was afraid the night would be over too quickly.
She trailed her fingers over his tattooed neck, his broad shoulders, down his colorful arms that flexed and bunched as he took her again and again.
“Yes, that’s it...” she breathed. “Give it to me harder.”
“Fuck,” he groaned into her neck, then moved down to sink his teeth into her breast, biting down enough to make her cry out.
She loved it. The rougher he got, the more she liked it. She’d never been with a man who wanted to give it to her like this. She had no doubt that Slade was the man who could do it.
He was not worried about hurting her and she was glad for that. She wouldn’t break and could take anything and everything he wanted to do to her.
In fact, she welcomed it.
He sucked her skin so hard, she knew it would leave a mark and encouraged him to continue by digging her nails deeper into his back.
Suddenly, he lurched up, yanked her head back by her hair and he pressed his mouth to her ear.
“Fuckin’ need you to come, princess. Gotta do it now.”
She bared her teeth and demanded, “Make me come.”
“Gonna,” he grunted.
“Now!” she shouted, losing her mind as he continued to pound her hard, driving his cock deep.
She slapped his ass hard and he jerked, his rhythm skipping a beat.
“Fuck!” he barked in her ear.
“Fucking make me come,” she yelled.
He pulled his head up to stare down at her. “Fuck yeah. My princess likes it rough.”
“Do it. Fuck me.”
His mouth found her ear again. “Doin’ it. Your wet, hot pussy’s squeezin’ me tight. Ain’t givin�
� that to any other man. Only me. That’s my fuckin’ pussy now. All fuckin’ mine.”
His words, his rough claim on her, drove her over the edge. Her vision blurred, and her mouth opened as the climax ripped through her, making her twitch beneath him.
“Fuck yeah, babe. Gonna come inside you,” he growled. He drove deep one more time, stilled, his body tensed above her as he released a grunt then came. He didn’t move for the longest time, remaining deeply connected to her as the last of his pulses inside her faded away.
She melted bonelessly into the mattress, his solid weight on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him tighter to keep him there as long as possible. Shoving her face into his damp neck, she breathed him in.
She closed her eyes and let out a long, satisfied sigh. She hadn’t had sex that good in a long while. Hell, she may have never had sex that good before.
Slade shifted off her and finally broke their connection as he slid to her side. “Crushin’ you, princess.”
“Don’t care,” she said, missing the weight of him immediately.
“Right,” he grunted. “Gotta get rid of this,” he said, pulling off the condom and climbing to his feet.
Her gaze followed him as he moved toward the tiny bathroom that was attached to his room. She studied the DAMC colors he had tattooed onto his back as he crossed the doorway. Before he shut the door, he turned to pin her with his dark stare. “You move from that goddamn bed, I’ll tie you the fuck down.” Then he slammed it shut.
Diamond laid back, stretching her limbs out across the queen-sized bed that took up most of his room and stared at the ceiling.
Then she smiled.
Chapter Five
Slade blinked his eyes open to see why a heavy weight crushed him.
Long dark hair draped over his torso as Diamond’s cheek pressed to his bare chest.
Moving a strand of silky hair out of the way, he saw her eyes were still closed, her lips slightly parted, as she continued to sleep.
He had no fucking clue what time it was. He only knew they’d been up most of the night fucking.
He rubbed his fingers over the bite marks and bruises she had left behind on his skin and grinned. If he’d known how rough she liked it, he would’ve dragged her up to his room a long time ago.
But then, the woman lying across his body was different when screaming out that she was coming versus when she was just screaming in general. His grin flattened out. The first he liked, the second he didn’t.
Maybe giving her dick on the regular would change her bitchy attitude. But he doubted it.
He pushed his head deeper into his pillow and blew out a breath as he stared up at the ceiling.
This might have been a colossal mistake.
Was the sex good? Fuck yeah, it had been awesome. The woman’s sexual appetite matched his. They had fucked four times. And there would have been a fifth if his dick hadn’t gone on strike. By that time, his nuts had been drained dry and cried for mercy.
He needed to piss, but there was no way he could slide out from underneath her without waking her up. And he didn’t want this peaceful time to be disturbed. Watching her sleep, he realized how beautiful she truly was. Too bad she could turn into a raving bitch so fast.
He traced his fingers over the smooth skin of her shoulder and down her arm, where he then brushed the tips of his fingers over her delicate, long ones. Her nails weren’t super long but long enough to leave gouges in his back last night. He only hoped she didn’t fuck up the club’s colors that covered his back. Those tattoos weren’t that old, and he didn’t feel like sitting for a few more hours while Crow fixed them.
When he landed in Shadow Valley, he wasn’t looking to stay. He was actually just passing through, searching for something that had gone missing until he ended up at The Iron Horse one night. He’d already left one club because he didn’t like the direction things were headed and he hadn’t been looking to patch into another club so soon.
But Z convinced him to stick around, at least for a little while, and then he jumped in to help the women at the Dogs & Hogs event last summer when the Warriors tried to steal the money the DAMC was raising for disabled vets.
Being a vet himself, that hit home. He had always been good with his fists. It just came naturally since he never shied away from a good fight. And that day gave him a good opportunity to show his skills by knocking out a Warrior when the asshole attacked the DAMC women.
Don’t hit a woman. Don’t disrespect a vet. Simple rules to live by.
He used to box when he was in the Marines, but it had been awhile since he’d been in the ring. He missed it since it was a good way to relieve frustration and stress.
And sometimes he’d even win some decent money by winning a match.
He might have to find a gym nearby where he could get back to it. The club’s gym, which was tucked into a tiny back room at Shadow Valley Body Shop, was a joke. No punching bag, no decent equipment, nothing but some old free weights and a couple bench presses. And fuck trying to work out when someone was already in there. There was barely enough room to move around for one brother.
He might have to say something to Z about starting another club business. He wouldn’t mind stepping out from behind the bar at The Iron Horse to manage a gym, which would be both open to the public and available for all of DAMC to use. They definitely needed a set-up better than what they had now. And it would be another source of legal income for the club coffers.
The DAMC was different than his former club as they tried to stay on the right side of the law, even though the Warriors kept dragging them down. They treated their women a little better than his previous club. They were deeply loyal to each other, even though they had to oust their former president, that asshole Pierce. And they took care of their community.
Since he patched into the club, he felt like he’d become part of the “family.” The only one who still seemed to look at him sideways was Diesel. But then that man was overprotective of everyone. However, Slade held the ultimate respect for D’s crew at In the Shadows Security since they were all former military special ops. Fellow vets.
He combed his fingers through Diamond’s long tresses, smoothing her hair over his skin. She groaned as her lids lifted, then stared at him with her sleepy beautiful blue eyes.
“Mornin’, princess.”
“Hey,” she breathed, and he was relieved to see that she was still relaxed and satisfied and had no fight in her since he was not in the mood to deal with a raging bitch this morning. If it was morning.
“What time is it?” she asked.
Trying not to dislodge her, he leaned over and grabbed his cell, hitting the power button to check the time.
“Nine.”
Her head lifted. “In the morning?”
“Sure as shit hope so. If it’s nine at night, been passed out way too long an’ I’d be late for my shift at the bar.”
“Have to work tonight?” she asked, her question tinged with slight disappointment.
“Yeah, princess, gotta work almost every night. Comes with the territory. Wanna live here, eat here, be a part of the club, gotta do my part.”
Her eyes tipped down and she traced her finger over his dog tags, then grabbed one and flipped it over.
“Stone,” she said softly, reading his tag. “Slade D. What’s the D stand for?”
“David.”
She skipped his social security number, then read out his blood type. “O pos. USMC, L. What’s that?”
“My gas mask size.”
“No Pref.” Her eyes tipped up to him. “No religious preference?”
“Yeah,” he grunted, getting sucked into those deep blue eyes of hers.
“Seen combat?”
“Yeah. And, princess, this line of conversation’s stoppin’ right here.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Ain’t gonna answer that, either.”
“Okay, then what’s with calling me princess?”
“Act like one.”
“No, I don’t. Biker chicks are nothing like princesses.”
He snorted. “Biker chick.”
“Yeah. Born and raised in this club.”
“Know it, princess. Don’t need to remind me.” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Never wanted out?”
She shifted until she laid on him, staring down into his eyes. “No. This is my family. I don’t know anything else, don’t want to know anything else. We all take care of each other. No matter what.”
“Got you. Loyalty’s big with you.”
“Big with all of us. We might get annoyed with each other and sometimes fight, but, honestly, no matter what stupid thing we do, we’re always forgiven. And it’s not all blood in this club, either, as you well know. You don’t have to be from Doc or Bear’s line to be considered family. Once you’re in, you’re in.”
“What about Pierce?”
Her eyelids lowered as she thought about their former president who’d been ousted from the head of the table a few months back. “Pierce overstepped a few times.”
“Yeah, he did,” he answered, thinking about the danger the man put Ivy in by letting her go into Knights territory by herself to gather intel. At the time, the outlaw MC wasn’t an Angels’ ally like they were now. It could’ve turned ugly. Luckily, Jag found her and dragged her ass home.
“Disrespected some of us.”
He cocked a brow. “Us?”
“Us women. We always had to watch getting caught alone with him.”
Slade’s body got tight. “He touch you?”
“Man thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”
That wasn’t an answer. “Asked you a fuckin’ question. He touch you?”
She avoided his gaze and his question.
He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “Answer.”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
With a twist, he had her flipped onto her back, trapped underneath him. “How’d he touch you?”
“Slade...”
She closed her eyes and he felt his blood rush through him and his chest tighten. He wanted to smash that fucker’s face in.
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