Bull (Dixie Reapers MC 4)

by Harley Wylde, Jessica Coulter Smith

  “Thanks, Gabe. I appreciate it.”

  “Anytime, Bull.”

  I drove down the winding road through the compound until I reached the house, then parked in the driveway. Darian got out and went straight inside the house, leaving the door open for me. I couldn’t remember ever really locking my doors around here, but I didn’t want anyone to disturb us, so after I shut the front door, I twisted the deadbolt into place before following my woman through the house.

  Wasn’t hard to find her since she’d left a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow. First were her shoes and socks, then her shirt. A few more steps and I came across her jeans. By the time I reached the bedroom, I’d found her bra and panties too, and my woman was lounging on the bed, naked as could be. Just the way I liked her. I smiled and started stripping out of my clothes.

  “Does my baby need some extra attention?” I asked as I prowled closer.

  She licked her lips as her gaze zeroed in on my cock. I was already hard, but fuck if that didn’t turn me on even more. Reaching out, I grabbed her ankles and dragged her across the bed. She gave a little squeak and bit her lip in a way that drove me wild. As much as I loved seeing her wrap those lips around my cock, I didn’t have enough patience right now. My palms pushed at her inner thighs until her legs parted, and I groaned as the scent of her arousal teased me.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re already soaking wet.”

  “Only you can do that to me. It only takes a look, or just sharing the same air with you,” she admitted. “I can pretty much just think about you and get all hot and bothered.”

  “I am one lucky, lucky man.” My finger trailed along the lips of her pussy. “All this cream for me?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  I licked her juices from my finger and loved the way her eyes darkened as she watched me. As much as I would love to play all night with her, I knew Wire would be calling before long, and I’d have work to take care of. She deserved more than a fast, hard fuck, but that was about all I could do right now.

  “I don’t have time for slow right now, baby.”

  “I don’t care. I just want you, Michael.”

  I hesitated only a moment before gripping her hips and slowly sinking into her. Christ, but she was so fucking tight! I didn’t stop until I was buried deep in her pussy. Darian moaned, and I felt her silken walls clench me even tighter. She was going to fucking kill me, but it was the best damn way to go. I tried to be slow and easy, wanting to prolong the moment. I thrust hard and deep again and again, loving the way her body accepted me. We fit together so perfectly, as if we were made for one another.

  “More,” she begged. “Don’t hold back.”

  “Darian.” I growled a little, then tightened my grip on her hips and drove into her. I fucked her so damn hard that she’d have scooted across the mattress if I hadn’t been holding onto her. She cried out as her cheeks flushed, and a look of pure bliss crossed her face.

  I heard my phone going off in the pocket of my jeans, discarded near the bedroom door, but hell if I was stopping to answer it. I was close, so fucking close, but I wasn’t going to come until she did. No way I would do that to her. I released one hip and brushed my thumb across her clit. Darian gasped, and I felt her body tighten.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  She whimpered as I teased her little nub, and soon I felt her release coating my cock as she screamed out my name.

  “Michael! Don’t stop. God, don’t stop!” Her hands clawed at the bedding as her back bowed.

  I kept thrusting until the last of her orgasm began to ebb, and then I finally let go, roaring out my release as I filled her tight little pussy full of cum. My cock pulsed inside her as I fought to catch my breath. She lay limp and sated, a slight smile curving her lips. As much as I hated to cut our time short, my phone was going off again, and I knew I couldn’t put things off any longer.

  Leaning down, I claimed her lips, my arm curving under her back to press her tight against my chest. God, but I loved the way she felt in my arms! If I hadn’t asked for the particular job waiting for me, I’d have blown it off and stayed right where I was.

  “Gotta go, baby. I’ll be back soon as I can.”

  I kissed her once more, then eased out of her sweet pussy. Since I was likely going to get messy anyway, I didn’t bother with a shower and just pulled my clothes back on. I winked at her before I disappeared out the door, hoping to ease the worried look in her eyes. Part of me wanted to tell her what was going on, but I didn’t know how she’d react. Even though they’d tried to hurt her, I wasn’t sure if she’d want me to retaliate or not. She was such a sweetheart; she could be the type to forgive them. And that I wasn’t going to allow. They were going to pay, and pay dearly.

  When I stepped out of my house, Gabe was already lounging against his bike in the driveway. He nodded to me, and I knew he’d keep an eye on Darian. He wouldn’t let anyone into my home while I was away, and if my woman needed something, someone was here to help her. I only hoped she remembered that Gabe was stopping by and didn’t go wandering past any windows without clothes on.

  I took my bike and drove through the compound. The houses and duplexes disappeared and soon the road was only banked by trees. When I reached the back of the property, an old barn loomed against the skyline. Thanks to Wire, I knew what I’d find inside. One Leo Martin, and three of his cohorts. Men who had thought to harm the precious woman lying in my bed right now. Rage built inside me as I dismounted my bike and pushed open the barn doors.

  Four men, who looked like they were a range of ages from early twenties to early thirties, were tied to chairs. Each held a defiant look, as if they thought there was actually an escape from this situation. Oh, there was an escape, but not the one they were hoping for. Two Prospects shut the barn doors behind me, and I advanced into the space. I stopped a few feet from the men and studied each one.

  “Which one of you is Leo?” I asked.

  “Far left,” Ivan said.

  I looked at the man who had sold out my woman to his friends. He didn’t look like much to me, and I honestly didn’t know what Darian had seen in him. His hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in a few days, and there was just a slimy appearance to him overall. He reminded me of a used car salesman from those small lots where you just knew the cars were going to fall apart the moment you pulled off the lot, but they still managed to talk you into buying something. Slick. That’s what he was.

  “Do you know why you’re here?” I asked Leo.

  He snorted. “I already told your goons. I don’t owe no one nothin’. So whatever you think you have on me, you’re wrong.”

  “Those aren’t goons. They’re my brothers,” I said. “And I don’t recall saying anything about you owing me something.”

  Some of Leo’s attitude melted away, and there was uncertainty in his eyes. I waited, knowing eventually he’d ask why he was here. The other three were looking his way, probably wondering what the hell he’d gotten them into. They were every bit as much to blame, though. Not one of them had tried to help Darian, and likely they would have raped her. Bile rose in my throat as I thought about any of them putting their hands on her, hurting her that way. No woman deserved such treatment, no man or child either. Animals like these needed to be put down because they would never change. They were sick, twisted, and got off on hurting and degrading others.

  “Does the name Darian Crosse mean anything to the four of you?” I asked, watching for a reaction. Three of them didn’t so much as blink, but Leo flinched.

  “What does that bitch have to do with anything?” he asked.

  “That bitch, as you call her, is under my protection. I wasn’t at all pleased to hear the story of how she ended up at our front gates. We may have only found four of you, but I know there were others. And eventually, we’ll find them too. There’s nowhere they can run, nowhere they can hide. They’ll slither out of hiding sooner or later, then they’ll end up right where you are now. Ev
en if I have to wait months to make it happen.”

  Leo snorted. “Like you’re gonna do anything.”

  “Shut up,” one of the others muttered.

  Leo glared at him. “What? He’s a pussy.”

  “He’s a fucking Dixie Reaper,” the man said. “If he’s claimed that girl, none of us are getting out of here.”

  “Oh, you’ll leave this barn,” I said. “You just won’t be breathing anymore.”

  Three of my brothers stepped forward. Zipper, Tank, and Flicker lined up beside me, each in front of an asshole tied to a chair. Leo was mine, though. The Prospects stood near the doors, not that we needed a lookout. We were on our own turf, and no one was going to stop what was about to happen.

  I pulled off my cut and my shirt, not wanting to get blood on either, handing them off to Ivan. With grim determination, I whaled on Leo, trying to put my fist through his damn face over and over again, before moving down to his ribs and stomach. I beat the hell out of him, leaving him bloody and almost unrecognizable. I didn’t stop, not even when his eyes swelled shut, not when he began spitting out teeth. It was like all the fires of hell were burning in my veins as I unleashed my rage on him. I could feel bones give way, and still I went after him.

  A hand landed on my shoulder and I glared at Coyote. I hadn’t heard him come in and didn’t much care when he’d decided to show up. He’d once been known as Pete, while he was prospecting, but he’d been patched in shortly after my daughter arrived. He was a good man, a good brother. But I didn’t much like being interrupted right now. I wouldn’t be satisfied until the little worm in front of me was six feet under. Maybe we’d even bury him alive, let him choke on dirt.

  “You should clean up and get home to your woman,” Coyote said. “Word on the street is that Devil’s Boneyard will be here by morning, maybe sooner. Darian needs you. I can finish this up.”

  “Make sure he’s still alive when you remove his fingers and what’s left of his teeth. I don’t expect the body will ever be found, but let’s make sure they can’t identify him if it is. I want him to suffer for the vile things he wanted to do to Darian. Make them all fucking suffer.”

  Coyote nodded. “It will be done. Now leave that shit at the door. Don’t take it home to Darian.”

  I used a utility sink on the far wall to wash as much of the blood off me as I could. If we kept this shit up, we’d need to install a shower out here. Now that more of us were settling down, we tried not to walk around covered in the blood of our enemies. The women tended to get squeamish around such things, not to mention we didn’t want the kids to see us this way.

  After I pulled on my shirt and my cut, I stopped at the barn doors, taking a deep breath, before I stepped out into the moonlight. The sweet air was refreshing, and like Coyote had suggested, I left all my anger in the barn. It didn’t take me long to return home, and with a nod to Gabe, I got off my bike and went into the house to find my woman. If what Coyote said was true, it wouldn’t be long before all hell broke loose. I didn’t know whether Scratch was coming for Darian, or just because we’d run a search on him. Maybe not knowing was the worst. Was he going to arrive pissed off that we’d been digging through his personal life? Or was he coming for his daughter?

  I stopped just inside the bedroom doorway and stared at her a moment. Darian was curled up in the middle of our bed, one of her new pajama sets on, and she looked fucking adorable. I stripped out of my clothes, dumping them in the hamper and hanging up my cut, then quickly showered. I didn’t want to take even the slightest chance of having anything of Leo on me when I crawled into bed with her. When I was finished and had towel dried my hair, I slid into bed and pulled her tight against my chest. She murmured in her sleep, then breathed out a sigh, as she settled against me.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” I murmured before kissing the top of her head. “And I’m never letting you go.”

  I only hoped those words didn’t come back to bite me in the ass once daddy dearest showed up.

  Chapter Seven

  Darian

  Something was going on, but I didn’t know what. Bull was tense, and he’d spent the morning slamming things around in the kitchen while he made breakfast. Now he was brooding over a cup of coffee which, if my nose didn’t deceive me, had a splash of rum in it. I wanted him to talk to me, to tell me what was coming, but I was worried that I already knew. The way he was behaving… Damon Crosse was coming. Maybe he was already in town.

  I didn’t know how to feel about meeting my dad for the first time. Until now, he’d just been a name on a piece of paper. I didn’t care who he was, or what MC he was part of, if he thought for one moment that I would walk out the door with him, then he was sadly mistaken. My life was finally turning down a better path, and now that I had Bull, I didn’t want to go anywhere. In some ways, we barely knew one another, and in others… it felt like I’d known him forever. When I looked into his eyes, I felt like I’d come home.

  His phone chirped with an incoming text, and his expression grew grim as he read it. “We’re needed at the clubhouse.”

  I rubbed my hands against my denim clad thighs. This was it. For the first time in my life, I was going to meet my dad. Oh, God. I think I may throw up. Nausea welled inside me, and I bolted out of my seat and ran for the bathroom, losing the breakfast I’d just eaten. I felt Bull rubbing my back in soothing strokes.

  “It’s okay, baby. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

  “What if he tries to take me away?” I asked as I closed the lid and flushed.

  “He won’t.”

  I gave a slight nod, then brushed my teeth and splashed some cool water on my face. I was thankful I hadn’t bothered with makeup or it might have run down my face. Bull gripped my hand tightly and led me outside. I was trembling so hard I knew I’d never be able to hold onto him if we took the bike, so I tugged him toward the truck. He helped me onto the passenger seat, then walked around to the driver’s side. The ride to the clubhouse was quiet, with not even the radio playing for background noise. A line of bikes was stretched across the front of the building when we arrived, and I started to panic again.

  Bull got out of the truck, but when he opened my door, he just cupped my cheek and brushed a kiss against my forehead. “Deep, slow breaths, baby. I promise that I won’t let anything happen to you. And neither will any of the other Dixie Reapers. You’re part of our family now.”

  “All right,” I said softly.

  I gripped his hand tightly as we entered the clubhouse, my eyes adjusting to dim lighting. None of the party girls were around, and for that I was thankful. What I was about to do was hard enough already without dealing with their drama. There were four men at the bar who wore a different cut than everyone else. A horned devil decorated the back, standing on a pile of human bones. Devil’s Boneyard MC was stitched across the top. When they turned to face us, it only took me a moment to figure out which one was my father. I recognized his eyes, because I saw the same shade of blue every morning when I looked in the mirror.

  He looked momentarily startled, then slowly stood. The others followed his lead, and I cowered a little closer to Bull. It was a shit thing to do, and I should have had more backbone, but I didn’t know these men, didn’t know what they were capable of, and I didn’t think I wanted to find out. I saw the front of his cut said Scratch -- VP, and I quickly read the others. Havoc. Shade. Jackal. One had a title attached to his name, but it was the VP who held my attention.

  “I think someone needs to start explaining,” Scratch said.

  Torch moved closer, as did Venom and several other Dixie Reapers. Bull’s hand tightened on mine. I noticed I was the only female in the clubhouse, and I suddenly wondered if that was on purpose. Torch and Venom had made sure their women, and their kids, were nowhere near this mess. And I wished I was in hiding right along with them. I couldn’t decipher the look in Scratch’s eyes, but I didn’t think he was going to be pleased that I was standing here.

/>   “Scratch, this is Darian Crosse. She’s Bull’s old lady… and your daughter,” Torch said.

  “My…” Scratch ran a hand through his hair, then fury flashed across his face. “That bitch!”

  I flinched and tried to hide behind Bull, but he wouldn’t let me. He didn’t let go by any means, but he also didn’t shield me from Scratch. Maybe he thought I was safe enough, surrounded by the Dixie Reapers, or maybe he just wanted me to face my fear. Scratch noticed, and his gaze softened a moment. He didn’t look quite so much like a badass biker when he looked at me like that, and a little of my apprehension faded.

  “I’m sorry, Darian. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “Your momma…”

  “I didn’t know my mother,” I said. Which was mostly true. I’d lived with her, as far as I knew, for the first few years of my life. But I didn’t remember anything about her.

  “What do you mean you didn’t know her?” Scratch asked.

  “She gave me up when I was a toddler. I don’t remember anything about her.”

  If we were in a cartoon, I think steam would have billowed out of his ears as his face flushed a bright red. The man looked ready to commit murder, and maybe he was.

  “She gave you up?” he asked. “What exactly does that mean?”

  “Darian spent her life in foster care,” Bull answered for me. “Are you saying you didn’t know anything about it? Your name was on her birth certificate, so you must have known she existed.”

  “Oh, I knew that bitch was pregnant with my daughter, and I was even there for the birth. I didn’t stick around, though, and maybe I should have. Once she’d found out she was pregnant, she’d taken off to Georgia. I tracked her down and filled out all the proper paperwork to make sure my daughter had my name. I’d never have done it, but I didn’t trust the slut who gave birth to her. Being my daughter was a double-edged sword for Darian. If people knew about her, they could use her against me. But there was also the chance that it could save her. Then that woman called me about two years later and told me Darian had died,” Scratch said.