Down & Dirty_Slade

by Jeanne St. James

  She dropped her hands and he groaned as her nipples were darker than normal from her pinching them and the tips were hard like her name. Just like diamonds.

  “Wanna suck your tits.”

  She smiled and shook her head. “Not done with the show you wanted.”

  He blew out a breath. “Then hurry the fuck up. Otherwise, I might just blow my fuckin’ load an’ you’ll have to wait until I’m ready again.”

  “Don’t you dare,” she said with a sexy pout.

  His head jerked in surprise. Who the fuck was this woman?

  A slow smile spread across his face. Fine, if she wanted to torture him, so be it. He was going to give her a show, too.

  “Take your panties off.” His voice caught, and he cleared his throat roughly. He leaned his head back against the headboard, his gaze pinned to her as she hooked her thumbs into the elastic top of her panties and teased him...

  Fucking teased him by running her fingers around the edge, tugging them down just slightly so he could see just the top of her cunt where her hair began. Yeah, she had that little racing stripe that he liked to run his tongue down until he found the finish line... that little nub he liked to bite and suck until she was screaming his name.

  That little button that would make her hips dance when he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, scraped it with his teeth...

  Fuck.

  He stroked faster, his eyelids dropping low, his breath becoming ragged.

  “Lemme see how wet you are, princess.”

  Her cheeks were flushed, and she wasn’t smiling any longer when she slowly slid those black silky panties down her luscious thighs until they dropped to her feet. She kicked out of them and on her way back up, she caressed the skin of her smooth legs as she straightened, but her hands never went higher than her pussy. He couldn’t see that little racing strip of dark hair any longer since her hands were busy in that area.

  A noise escaped her as she separated her folds and played with herself. Fuck, a noise escaped him, too. A deep groan he could no longer hold back.

  “Lemme see how wet your fingers are, princess.”

  She slipped them from her pussy and even from where he sat, he could see her sweet fucking honey that he desperately wanted to taste glistening on her fingers.

  “Put ‘em in your mouth. Suck ‘em clean.”

  Jesus, his balls tightened as she did just what he demanded. Her tasting herself wasn’t the only thing driving him to the edge, it was the fact she was doing every damn thing he told her to.

  There was nothing hotter than a woman who did what she was told.

  And the naked woman standing in the middle of her bedroom was not only listening to everything he said, she was going to do whatever he wanted to please him.

  Fuck. Him.

  She certainly was. And, fuck him, he was going to do everything in his power to please her, too.

  He might not be at his best right now, but there were plenty of ways he could make her come, make her cry out, make her want him even more.

  “Get over here, babe. Now.”

  Without even a single hesitation, she approached the bed, her curvy hips swaying, her heavy tits swinging.

  Goddamn, he wished he was healed enough that he could throw her on the bed and fuck the shit out of her.

  But he couldn’t, so he climbed from the bed, pulled her into a deep, long, wet kiss so he could taste her for himself, then pointed to the bed.

  “Hands on the bed. Ass out. Wanna see both those beautiful holes of yours.”

  And, goddamn, didn’t she plant her hands on the mattress, bend over, and flash him just what he wanted to see. Her pussy was plump, pink and wet, ready for his dick. Her tight, puckered hole also called to him. He wanted to be deep inside her there, too.

  They hadn’t done that yet, but he planned to. Just not tonight. When he was one hundred percent, he was going to make Diamond his in all ways.

  Because she was his. No one else’s.

  Next time they went on a club run, she was going to be on the back of his fucking sled and that’s where she was going to remain.

  He was going to make it his mission to keep her happy, to do whatever he needed to make sure that bitch switch stayed flipped in the off position. He was going to make it so she wanted nobody but him.

  He was going to make sure his brothers, who decided that this woman wasn’t worth the chase, realize they had made a mistake. She was so worth it.

  But it was too late. They lost out.

  Diamond was now his. And none of them would ever get a shot with her. Not if he had any say in the matter.

  Grabbing her hip with one hand and his dick with the other, he pressed against her. “You ready for me, babe?”

  She nodded and looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes unfocused, her cheeks flushed. “So fucking ready.”

  “Can see how wet you are. Can feel it, too. Want nothin’ between us anymore. Got me?”

  Before she could answer, he pushed forward and slid into her wet heat. He closed his eyes as she surrounded him, hot, tight, slick. He could feel nothing but Diamond surrounding his dick. Like he said, there was nothing going to be between them anymore. No wrap, nothing. He knew she was on birth control; he’d seen her take it every morning. And there was no way any other man was going to have what was his.

  He started by thrusting slow, testing the pain in his ribs, but there wasn’t any. He picked up the pace, pumping harder, faster, his fingers gripping her hips tightly as his skin slapped against hers. Once she started her chorus of cries, moans and whimpers, he was a complete fucking goner.

  This woman never held back, was never self-conscious of what she did, what she said or the noises she made. She fucked with abandonment and that was great for him. He loved it and it turned him the fuck on. But it also took him to where he could finish way too quickly. He needed to do everything in his power to hold back, to keep from blowing his load right away. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d fucked her last and to him, it seemed like a lifetime. And the last week she’d slept by his side naked every night and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

  So now... he had a lot of catching up to do.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Diamond sank her teeth into Slade’s neck and he twitched underneath her. He loved to be bitten. But then, so did she. Even though she didn’t want to add to his bruises, she couldn’t resist giving him what he craved. He blew out a breath and dug his fingers into her hair, pulling it tight.

  “Fuckin’ harder, princess.”

  His gruff demand sent a tingle down her spine.

  She shifted to another spot along his neck and did what he ordered. His cock jerked deep within her. She smiled against his skin and continued to lift and lower her hips, taking him as deep as he could go.

  She always preferred him on top, dominating her, taking the control, but until his ribs were healed some more, they were unable to do her favorite position. Only because when he was on top she became too demanding.

  She smiled again and traced the tip of her tongue over his tattooed throat and down his chest, tugging his dog tags with her teeth.

  With a circle of her hips, she ground down against him and she vocally let him know just how good he felt.

  The louder she was, the more intense he got, but right now they still had to be careful with his healing body.

  “Feel so good, babe. Can’t get enough of you.”

  Yeah, she felt the same way. She nipped at one of his nipples then the other and he didn’t even flinch. She skipped over his ribs, and sat up, pulling her hair from his grip. With both hands on her tits, she ground down against him again until he groaned.

  “Fuck... You’re killin’ me.”

  She paused her motion. “Does it hurt?”

  “Fuck no. Keep fuckin’ me,” and with that, he slapped her ass hard.

  She laughed and savored the sharp sting as she continued to ride his cock. She was so fucking wet, and he was so damn
hard.

  “Fuckin’ give it to me, babe.”

  “Yesss,” she hissed.

  “Wanna flip you over an’ fuck you until you can’t move.”

  She wanted that, too, and could hear the frustration mixed in with his mindless babble.

  Planting her hands on both sides of his head, she leaned over and took his mouth, exploring every part of it. His tongue tangled with hers and she fought back until she groaned into his mouth.

  He snagged her nipples between his fingers and twisted as hard as he could. She pulled her lips from his to cry out, her back arching, her pussy clenching hard around him.

  “Gotta come soon, babe... Can’t...” His eyes rolled back, and his fingers plucked at the hard tips of her nipples.

  “Yeah, baby, like that,” she encouraged him. “Make me come.”

  “Fuck, babe...” he groaned. “Gotta... Gotta... Fuck.”

  “Come inside me, baby.”

  “Gonna...” he grunted.

  “Come with me.”

  “Gonna...” he grunted again. His eyes suddenly opened, and he reached up, fisting her hair, making her meet his gaze. Through gritted teeth, he demanded, “Come for me, princess.”

  “Coming,” she cried out, riding him faster in a race to the finish line, her thumb circling her own clit to make sure she met him there. Her breath hitched, and her toes curled as the intense wave rushed through her, dragging him with her.

  “Fuck!” he shouted, throwing his head back, his chest rising and falling quickly as his cock twitched deep inside her.

  Seconds ticked by before they both came down from their high... He still had her hair griped in his hands and he tilted her head down.

  “Mine, princess. No one else’s. Got me?”

  She studied the man beneath her, and wiped a bead of sweat off his brow. “Got you.”

  His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened. “Crow ain’t touchin’ you no more. Got me?”

  “Slade,” she whispered.

  “Ain’t even a discussion. The man ain’t touchin’ you. You want ink, my ass is sittin’ right next to you while he does it.”

  She sighed and carefully moved off him to settle by his side. “Baby,” she started.

  He shook his head then twisted it to look at her. “See ‘im touchin’ you, princess...” He let that warning drift off.

  “He doesn’t mean anything by it. That’s just the way he is.”

  “Would you let Pierce touch you like that?”

  Diamond sucked in a breath. No, she sure as hell wouldn’t. “Crow isn’t anything like Pierce.”

  “Tell me you got me. Gotta hear it.”

  Di closed her eyes for a heartbeat, then two. “Got you.”

  “He touches you an’ I see it or hear ‘bout it, gonna give you a spankin’ you will definitely not enjoy an’ then him an’ I are gonna have more than words. Just sayin’.”

  She rolled onto her side and tucked her hand under her head, staring at him. “Are you staking your claim?”

  He didn’t say anything for few moments. “Ain’t doin’ nothin’ but tellin’ you how it’s gonna be.”

  “Another rule,” she stated softly. He sure as hell wanted her enough to dictate what she did and make “rules,” but not enough to claim her.

  “Gonna be more.”

  “Jesus. I get to make them, too, remember?”

  Again, he paused for way too long. “Ain’t stickin’ my dick in anyone else.”

  “You think that’s going to be the only rule?”

  “Only one that counts.”

  She snorted and shook her head. She rolled away from him but was brought to an abrupt halt when he snagged her wrist.

  Without looking at him, she snapped, “Have to go shower if we’re going to head to the prison today, Slade. I can’t go see my father while smelling like I’m full of your cum.”

  He released her and grunted, “Right.”

  “Since we still have no idea what happened to your sled, we’re going to have to take my car.”

  “Right,” he grunted again.

  She finally turned to look at him. He remained on his back, but he was staring at the ceiling. “Guess you’ll want to drive.”

  “Right,” he mumbled.

  Diamond inhaled slowly then exhaled just as deliberately to drive away the urge to throw something at him. “Right,” she echoed and headed to the bathroom to wash the sex stink off her.

  Slade stood behind Diamond as she sat in front of the thick glass waiting for her father to be escorted into the enclosed visiting room they were assigned.

  They’d hardly said a word to each other on their ride to the prison, not only because she was still pissed at him from earlier but because she was a complete ball of nerves. She hated the super max prison her father was housed in. The sight of the prison alone made her sick to her stomach. She had no idea how her father survived in here.

  Well, she knew. The man did what he had to do.

  The door on the other side of the glass buzzed open and her father, who she hadn’t seen in probably a year, stepped through wearing an outfit that reminded her of nurse’s scrubs if they hadn’t been an ugly orange and included his inmate number on his chest.

  She’d never seen him in anything else her whole life. She couldn’t even imagine what he’d look like in street clothes. She’d only seen him in something other than that godawful color in some old photos her mom had.

  Pictures that showed her mother young and happy, completely unaware she would be saddled with three kids and a husband convicted of first-degree murder.

  Her heart stopped and then restarted with a thump as the guard closed the door behind Rocky and the man who spent more than half of his life locked up approached the glass.

  Di noticed a new tattoo on his neck, and some on the back of his fingers as he lifted his hand to press it to the window. She guessed he wanted a moment of bonding by having her press her palm against his through the thick glass. She didn’t. That wasn’t what she was here for.

  After a few seconds, he gave up, but smiled at her anyway. After taking a seat, he ran his fingers through his long salt and pepper hair. At least he wasn’t shackled like an animal during their visit.

  “Diamond. It’s been a while.” His voice was rough and deeper than she remembered. “Missed you, baby girl.”

  She was not going to feel guilty about not visiting him more often. No, she wasn’t. It was his fault he had been locked up for the past almost thirty years, not hers. He was the one who did something stupid and was pulled from his family, leaving her mother to raise three children on her own.

  “Rocky,” she answered back.

  He made a disappointed face. He had more wrinkles around his blue eyes and across his forehead than he had the last time she was here. “You know better than to call me that.” He tilted his head as his gaze raked over her face. “You look beautiful.” His hard eyes softened, and he gave her another smile. Then his gaze lifted, got hard again as he lifted his chin toward Slade. “Who’s that?”

  Without bothering to look over her shoulder, she answered. “Slade.”

  Rocky continued to eyeball Slade when he asked more slowly, “Who is that?”

  “He’s DAMC, Rocky... Dad.”

  “Ain’t wearing DAMC colors.”

  “You know he can’t wear them in here. They even made him remove his wallet.”

  The guards wouldn’t allow any wallets that had chains clipped to belt loops and that was the type most of the brothers in the club wore.

  “Got ‘em on his back.” Rocky wasn’t asking; he was demanding an answer.

  “Yeah, Dad, he does.”

  Her father’s eyes dropped to hers. “Seen ‘em?”

  Ah, fuck.

  “Yeah, I’ve seen them,” she answered reluctantly, knowing exactly where that question would lead.

  Her father’s gaze shot back up to Slade. “You fuckin’ my baby girl?”

  Slade put a hand on her shou
lder, once again acting like he was laying claim, even though he wasn’t. “Yeah, brother, I am.”

  Heat crept up into Di’s cheeks as Rocky’s body got tight. This was not what they came here for.

  “How long you been patched in, brother?” her dad snarled.

  Diamond raised her hand and waved it around in front of the glass to get her father’s attention. “Dad, that’s not why I’m... we’re here. He’s been an Angel for a while.”

  Rocky’s sharp gaze dropped back to her. “What’s wrong with his face?”

  “Warriors.”

  “What about ‘em?”

  “A few of them fucked him up.”

  Rocky pursed his lips then asked, “They dead?”

  Di scanned the small, divided room. They were probably being recorded or videotaped or something. She wasn’t going to talk about that here.

  She sighed. “Don’t know, Dad.”

  “Get Z on that.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Z’s not going back to jail. He already did ten years; he doesn’t want to do any more.”

  “Your mother said he just had a baby, that true?”

  “Would she lie to you?”

  His lips twitched. “Nope.”

  “Then it’s true.”

  His smile widened. “Fourth generation, baby girl. One of these days, you’ll be bringin’ some babies into the world, too. Gotta bring ‘em in here so I can see ‘em. Got me?”

  The last thing she wanted was to bring her children, if she had any, to visit their grandfather who was a convicted murderer.

  But she didn’t have time to argue that fact with him. “Yeah, got you.”

  “Gonna have babies with that one?” He jerked his chin toward Slade.

  Jesus. She was glad Slade was standing behind her, so he couldn’t see her embarrassment.

  After a moment, she answered, “Don’t know, Dad.”

  “Don’t know a lotta shit.” Rocky looked up at Slade. “You gonna plant some of my grandbabies in her belly?”

  Oh, Jesus! She was not some brood bitch.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and yelled, “Dad! No! Stop it. That’s not what we’re here for! Holy shit.” When Slade started to say something, she spun around in her chair and yelled at him, too. “Don’t you answer that!”