Down & Dirty: Dex (Dirty Angels MC Book 8)

by Jeanne St. James

  He turned to face her. “Don’t carry on the regular.”

  They were barely inches apart, his body heat mingling with hers, his breath sweeping across her lips when he talked.

  “You mean you don’t carry a gun.” She reached around him and dug into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a folded knife. She held it up. “But you carry.”

  Dex plucked it from her fingers and tucked it back away. “Yeah. Stupid not to be prepared.”

  “For what?”

  He lifted one shoulder. “Whatever’s a threat.”

  She cocked her head. “These Shadow Warriors?”

  He didn’t answer her question, but instead asked, “How come you’re so good?”

  “I have to be.”

  “Why? You a cop?”

  They’ve slept together for the past couple days and he even crashed in her motel room last night. But he never asked her anything personal about her life. She had asked most of the questions in her attempt to get information on her possible father.

  “I’m a contract killer,” she said with a straight face.

  “What?”

  She smiled. “Just messing with you. Again.”

  “Whataya do? Seriously.”

  “I’m an interior designer.”

  He simply stared at her.

  He had to know what an interior designer was, right? “For commercial spaces. Like corporate offices and things...” she drifted off.

  “Your boss give you time off for all this?”

  She grinned. “Sure did.”

  “Got a generous boss.”

  She lifted her chin and met his dark gaze directly. “She sure is, since I’m her.”

  Surprise crossed his face. “Got your own business?”

  “Yes.”

  “An’ you can afford to take this time off to find your father?”

  “I cleared my schedule, passed my current job over to one of my assistants. And, yes, I can afford it. I put enough away for a rainy day.”

  “Findin’ the man who raped your mother’s a rainy day?”

  She winced. “No, my mother dying of ovarian cancer was a rainy fucking day.”

  It was his turn to wince. “Sorry, babe.” He brushed a loose strand of hair from her ponytail out of her face.

  She snagged his hand and held it still. “You know, most strong, independent women don’t like being called things like ‘babe.’”

  “Yep.”

  “Yep,” she repeated. “But that’s not going to stop you.”

  He gave a single nod. “Right.”

  She rolled her lips inward and studied him. His hair was a ruffled mess, probably from being on his bike, his dark brown eyes matched his dark hair, his lips were full and definitely kiss-worthy, and he wore a thick wash-worn orange shirt under that leather vest of his. The cut he wore proudly, which clearly claimed he was a badass biker. He had a pair of sunglasses tucked into the collar of that long-sleeved tee. And she knew exactly what was under that shirt, too.

  Her nipples pebbled at his hidden secret.

  A black leather belt with a bulky brass buckle kept his worn jeans up over his lean hips, a chain looped from the front of his waist to his back pocket where his oversized wallet was tucked, and heavy black biker boots covered his feet. Heavy rings adorned his long fingers, ones she had to admit he could use with some skill, and a gold earring hung from one ear.

  He also sported some facial hair today since he hadn’t packed a bag with a razor when he slept in her bed all night at the motel.

  Well, he didn’t get much sleep.

  Neither did she.

  And the bags under her eyes were well worth the lack of sleep.

  “Babe,” he murmured.

  She lifted her gaze to see his lips curved in a smile and the corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement.

  Again with the babe. “We just had that discussion,” she reminded him.

  “No, you had that discussion.” His lips twitched. “You done checkin’ me out?”

  “No.”

  His smile widened. That smile was not only breath-taking, but his brown eyes held a twinkle. “Wanna do me right here?”

  “No.” That was a complete lie. But there were much better places to do him other than an indoor gun range.

  “Why not?”

  “I have a perfectly good bed back in my room.”

  He reached out and dug his fingers into her hair, pulling it out of the ponytail she wore. “A wall would work.” He tucked the black elastic hairband into the front pocket of his jeans.

  She glanced around. “Yes, maybe. But people could come in. We already caused a crowd once, do you really want to do it again?” She might be into a lot of things, but public sex wasn’t one of them.

  “Dawg’s got it covered.”

  Her eyes narrowed on the man who was tempting her to no end right now. “He has what covered?” Her pussy clenched at the thought of her pushing him against the wall and taking what she wanted.

  Though his thoughts were probably opposite. He was probably picturing him taking her against the wall.

  But they were in a public spot. Sort of.

  Which could be exciting. Sort of.

  “Ain’t nobody comin’ in for a bit,” he assured her.

  “You arranged that?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And you thought I’d agree?”

  He smirked and his eyes flashed. “Do you?”

  She shoved him with her two palms, slamming his back against the wall with an oof. “We’ll play this my way.”

  “As long as we’re playin’...”

  “Quiet,” she ordered as she kicked off her shoes and began to unfasten her pants.

  Dex’s lips pinned together in obedience, but she couldn’t miss the twitch at the corners.

  He loved her bossing him around. That surprised the shit out of her.

  It also got her blood flowing, as well as her juices. Her panties were already wet in anticipation.

  She tossed her pants onto the small counter at the front of the booth and shimmied out of her panties, draping them next to her gun case. “Undo your belt.”

  He did as he was told, not saying a word, but his eyes said it all. They were heated and his gaze fell instantly to where she dragged her fingers next. Which was through her wet folds, gathering her slick arousal. She lifted her fingers to his lips. “Suck them clean.”

  When he parted his lips, she shoved two fingers into his mouth. With a groan, he sucked them, the tip of his tongue swirling around her digits.

  She fought back a moan, too.

  “Want your tits out,” he said when she pulled her fingers from between his lips.

  “Do you.” She didn’t pose it as a question, because it wasn’t.

  Instead of doing what he wanted, she popped the button on his jeans and roughly pulled the zipper down over his erection. He had gone commando once again this morning. She wasn’t sure how comfortable that was for him, especially with his erection right now, nor did she care.

  With a rough jerk, she slid his jeans down his thighs just far enough for his cock to be free. He reached down to grab it and she slapped his hand away. “I told you before that’s mine. I didn’t tell you to touch it.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered as she dropped to her bare knees onto the cold, epoxied concrete floor.

  She circled his cock with her fingers and took him into her mouth.

  His hips twitched and jerked as she slid him in and out between her lips, getting him slick with her saliva, scraping her teeth over the entire length and across the crown.

  He groaned, pushing his hips forward. “Fuck, babe,” he moaned.

  She released him just long enough to command him to, “Hush.”

  His body shook and she tipped her eyes up to see him with his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling and chuckling.

  He wasn’t going to be laughing for long. She sucked him with greater enthusiasm until his lips parted and
his breath began to hitch. Then she sucked him even harder, snagging his balls tightly in her fist.

  His hands were down at his sides and she couldn’t miss his fingers twitching, most likely because he wanted to dig them into her hair and fuck her face.

  Which she wouldn’t let him do.

  No. She would lead this dance.

  She released his cock with a wet pop, then sank her teeth into the top of his thigh, making him jerk in surprise.

  She rose to her feet, still not releasing his balls, and met his dark gaze. “Like being hobbled like that?” His jeans were still pushed halfway down his thighs prevented him from moving too much.

  “If it means you’re gonna ride my dick, then yeah.”

  “That’s what it means,” she confirmed. “How much time do we have?”

  “Not much, so do what you’re gonna do.”

  “Is that an order?”

  He hesitated, then said, “Nope. A suggestion.”

  “Good answer,” she purred. “You learn quickly.”

  “Ain’t stupid.”

  She regarded him for a few seconds and finally released his sac. “No, you’re not. I should make you drop to your knees and eat me.”

  Before she could stop him, he did just that. He was on his knees, his jeans still gathered around his thighs. He grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her forward, shoving his face into her pussy. The tip of his tongue flicked wildly over her clit.

  He was good with his fingers but he was definitely better with his tongue. She separated her legs into a stance that was similar to her shooting position from earlier. And she let him do his thing, let him take over, just for a few moments.

  She was enjoying his skills and it wouldn’t take much for her to come with what he was doing. Reaching under his cut, she tweaked both of his nipple rings through his shirt and his tonguing got more intense until he gasped as she twisted his nipples as hard as she could. Then he was sucking her clit fiercely and scraping her sensitive nub with his own teeth.

  She wanted to cry out but bit it back before she did. She didn’t want to let him know how much he affected her. She wanted him to work hard for it.

  The end result would give not only her more satisfaction but him as well.

  Whether he knew it or not.

  She threw her head back and the air rushed from her as an orgasm swept over and through her. Then he was up and away, lassoing her thighs with his arms, twisting around, shoving her against the wall, and with one thrust he was inside her.

  He pulled her legs up and round his waist so he could pound her relentlessly. Each thrust pulled a grunt from him and a gasp from her.

  She needed to be in control.

  She needed to be in control.

  But, oh fuck, this felt so fucking good. Not only letting him take over, but what he was doing. Showing her what he wanted, not her.

  Taking what he wanted, not her.

  He shoved his face into her neck, his warm breath beating against her own heated skin.

  A thought swirled through her brain... She couldn’t give him an inch because if she did, he’d want it every time.

  And she wasn’t ready for that.

  No. She needed to stay on top. She needed to hold the power, take control of the situation.

  Not him.

  Not Dex.

  She closed her eyes and allowed it anyway against her better judgement. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she encouraged him by digging her heels into the back of his thighs. Words were tumbling out of her mouth, into his ear, and she wasn’t ready to let go yet.

  Not yet.

  For a moment she let him have it, that control she loved so much, that control she needed to keep her life in order and on track.

  Her thighs gripped his hips tighter, her nails dug into the leather and clawed at patches on the back of his cut. Until she couldn’t hold on any longer.

  She fell. Fast. Hard. But he caught her.

  He came at the same time, thrusting and grinding against her. Spilling himself deep inside her.

  Filling her with Dex.

  Dex. This biker. This man she never expected to meet.

  The only one capable of letting her control slip.

  Why him? Why now?

  He stilled, but kept her pinned against the wall. His breathing harsh, his chest heaving.

  His mouth against her ear. “Fuck, babe. Fuck.”

  Yes, that about summed it up.

  She needed to give up on this hunt. This desire to find the man whose DNA she carried.

  She needed to get the fuck out of Shadow Valley. Now.

  Before she lost herself.

  Chapter Seven

  Dex stared at Jewel who sat behind Diesel’s desk at the warehouse. The office chair sat far away from the desk to accommodate her belly. Which was huge. Dex winced. It looked way too uncomfortable for him.

  He was glad he wasn’t a fucking woman.

  Every once in a while, she’d make a face and shift in her seat.

  Hunter, who leaned against one of the walls, cleared his throat, pulling Dex’s attention back to the former Special Forces operator who worked for D’s In the Shadows Security.

  “Got news,” D grumbled, standing behind Jewel with his arms crossed over his huge chest. He was like a sentry behind his ol’ lady, ready to take down anyone who came near her.

  “Figured that’s why you called me here. Not just for fuckin’ tea.”

  “Got results,” D said next, ignoring Dex’s dig.

  “If you’re gonna talk in two-word fuckin’ sentences, I’m gonna sit the fuck down because I’m gonna be here awhile.”

  D shot him a frown.

  Dex turned to Hunter, who at least spoke in complete sentences. For the most part. “How’d you get results this quickly? Only gave the hair thingy to Dawg yesterday while at the gun shop.”

  Jewel clicked her tongue. “Doing Pierce’s daughter in his own business. Sort of ironic.”

  So Dawg hadn’t kept his mouth shut about his and Brooke’s activities at the range yesterday. Figured. Dex’s gaze dropped to Jewel. “Is that right?”

  “Yeah,” Diesel grunted.

  “Ninety-nine point nine nine nine and so on percent right,” Hunter stated. “And to answer your question, I pulled some strings. That’s the only reason I got them so fast.”

  “Fuck,” Dex bit out. So it was true, Brooke was Pierce’s daughter. “That just complicates shit.”

  “Yeah, it does,” Diesel grumbled. “Means what she’s sayin’ could be fuckin’ true.”

  “Yeah,” Dex breathed and rubbed one hand across his forehead while planting the other on his hip. “Need to have an Exec Committee meetin’ to figure out the next step.”

  “How are you going to find out if Pierce really forced himself on Brooke’s mother? Do you think he’s just going to say yes when you ask him?” Jewel asked, then shifted in the chair with a groan.

  D’s brows lowered as he watched Jewel shuffle around. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

  She twisted her head to glower at her ol’ man. With one hand on her distended belly, she shouted, “This kid. Jesus. He’s huge. And killing me here. You think this is easy?”

  D swatted a hand toward her, dismissing her frustration.

  Dex rolled his lips inward to keep from laughing at the two of them. Jewel was perfect for his cousin, no doubt about it. She didn’t take any shit from him. But they loved each other to death. Not that D would never admit it. Out loud, anyway.

  Jewel turned back to Dex. She sighed while rubbing her stomach. “There’s another issue.”

  “With the pregnancy?” Dex asked in surprise.

  “No, with—”

  Diesel cut her off. “Woman!”

  Jewel rolled her eyes and waved a hand in the air. “Whatever. You tell him.”

  Dex glanced up at Diesel. “Tell me what?”

  “Your cousin—”

  “Woman!” D barked again, cutting his ol’ la
dy off.

  “Jesus,” Jewel muttered.

  Dex looked again at Diesel. “Which cousin?”

  “Kelsea,” Jewel answered before D could.

  Dex frowned in confusion. “What about her?”

  “Well—” Jewel started.

  “Woman!”

  Dex heard a loud snort from the direction of Hunter.

  “Holy fuck, D, just tell him, then,” Jewel huffed, her face turning red.

  “Tell me what?”

  “Kelsea is Pierce’s daughter, too,” Jewel spilled before D could stop her.

  Dex’s mouth dropped open for a second then he snapped it shut. “What? How do you know?”

  D muttered a curse before saying, “Annie told me. But since we were doin’ DNA, had Jewel snag some of her hair, too. Figured it was a good time to be sure.”

  Dex blew out a breath. “Holy shit. Who knows this?”

  “Me. Jewelee. Annie. Hunter. Now you.”

  Dex lifted a palm. “Wait. Kelsea doesn’t know?”

  D shook his head. “Fuck no.”

  “How long have you known?”

  “Right after Z an’ Sophie’s weddin’.”

  “That was...” Dex’s jaw dropped to the floor.

  “Right.”

  “An’ you kept it a secret?”

  “Wasn’t mine to tell,” D answered. “Was Annie’s.”

  “An’ Pierce’s,” Dex added.

  “No. He don’t know. At least that’s what Annie says.”

  “Our cousin an’ Brooke are sisters,” Dex murmured. That was a bit disturbing.

  “Half-sisters,” Jewel corrected him.

  “Whatever. It’s just fuckin’ weird.”

  “You ain’t related to her,” D reminded him.

  “Right. But still... it’s just... weird.”

  “So stop fuckin’ ‘er. Send ‘er on ‘er way. That’d make things helluva lot easier.”

  Dex pursed his lips and placed his hand on his chest over one of his very sore nipples. After sex in the gun range yesterday, he’d stopped at church quick to shower and change clothes before meeting her back at the motel room.

  Then the rest of the night, she punished him for taking control at the range.

  He’d loved every fucking second of it.

  “Yeah, you ain’t gonna stop fuckin’ ‘er, brother,” D grumbled.

  “You should see your face,” Hunter added with a smirk.