Her Grizzly Outlaw

by Jenika Snow

  He fucked her like he had never fucked a female before, claimed every part of her, and wasn’t ready to relent. But Lucas couldn’t stop his orgasm, couldn’t stop the sound of his groans, or the fact he wished there wasn’t latex between them. He wanted to feel her bare pussy along his cock, wanted to have the warmth and wetness of her arousal covering his dick until he filled her with his cum and it slipped out of her pussy and down her leg. His balls tightened painfully further, his back tingled at the base as his pleasure increased, and then she was getting off again. Her cunt gripped him to the point he was throwing his head back, opening his mouth, and roaring out. His bear pushed forward, and he felt his canines lengthen, felt his nails turn into claws as he held her in an iron-like grip, and pushed his animal down. His bear wanted out, wanted to be the only one with Tarren right now, but no way was he going to back down. He roared out loud when he finally came, filled the tip of the condom with his semen, and held Tarren on his shaft. He kept her pressed right to his pelvis until he couldn’t come any longer. He could feel her pussy pulling at his cock, milking all of his jizz from him, and then after several long seconds of pleasure they both sagged forward.

  For a second all he did was stay buried inside of her, feeling her pussy clench and release around his cock as her orgasm slowly dissipated. He smoothed her hair away from her shoulder, smoothed a finger along the curved arch of her skin, and then pressed his lips to the spot. The scent of cookies filled the lower level, and his stomach growled. She chuckled softly, and although he didn’t want to move, he reluctantly pulled out of her body.

  Lucas helped her to stand, turned her around before she could leave, and grabbed a chunk of her hair, tilting her head back. He stared into her blue eyes, loved that she was trained right on him, that she wasn’t pulling away, and even grabbed his biceps and pulled him closer. She lowered her gaze and stared at his chest, and if she hadn’t drained him dry he would have been able to get hard again from her look alone.

  “God, you’re so gorgeous, Tarren.” He leaned in to kiss her, but the sound of gravel crunching outside alerted him to the fact someone was here. She broke away from him, ran over to the window, and he stared at the way her big, fleshy ass shook from the action. He started to get hard again from the sight alone. She bent slightly as she pulled just a corner of the curtain aside. He loved that she wasn’t self-conscious because her body was made to be worshipped, and fuck, had he done just that.

  “Oh my God my parents are home.”

  Everything froze at the thought of Dallas walking in and knowing Lucas had fucked Tarren. Shit, Dallas was going to beat his ass. Lucas grabbed his clothes off the floor, hastily put them on, and then looked up to see Tarren had dressed so fucking fast she was already pulling her shirt over her head, the last article of clothing she needed on. Lucas could handle himself, fucked up anyone that started shit with him, and had a reputation for being this all around badass. He was a conceited motherfucker in all of that, but it was the truth. But this was Dallas-Fucking-Stoker he was talking about, one of the original Grizzly MC members, and a fucking protective motherfucker when it came to his two daughters.

  The scent of the cookies being burnt filled the kitchen and living room, but he was glad because the smell would help mask the fact he had just fucked Tarren. He felt the sweat start to cover his body even more at the thought of Dallas walking in, seeing their disarrayed state, smelling the burnt cookies trying to mask the “we just fucked” scent in the room, and going all primal on his ass. He wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t even try to defend himself, because he had totally screwed Dallas’s daughter in his own damn house, and enjoyed every damn second of it. But if Dallas wanted to kick his ass, then Lucas deserved it, because it wasn’t as if he was professing his love to Tarren, even though he should have told her that he cared about her more than any other female out there. He should have told her that he wanted her as only his, and that nothing would ever change how he felt. But the fact she had never given him any indication she wanted more with him kept him reserved. He was a wimp when it me to Tarren, scared of what she would say when he opened up his heart to her.

  “Oh God. My dad will totally know what we were doing.” She looked at him, her eyes wide, and the scent of her unease coming through. The sound of Dallas and his old lady talking came closer, and then Tarren was moving away from him, down the hallway, and into the bathroom. And there he stood, about to face the wrath of a big ass papa bear that looked at other guys fucking with his little girls like the scum of the earth.

  “Is that Lucas’s bike?” Dallas asked from right outside of the front door.

  “Where is Tarren’s car?” Hope, Dallas’s old lady and Tarren’s mom, asked next. The front door swung open seconds later, and Hope walked in with Dallas following closely behind. As with all of the Grizzly MC members, Dallas towered over his human wife, and now had his hand on her hip in a show of proprietary possession, and scanned the main floor of the cabin.

  He inhaled deeply, and Lucas knew he could smell what had been going on by the expression that morphed his face.

  “What in the hell is burning?” Hope asked and moved toward the stove. She pulled out the cookies; smoke trailing out of the oven and having Hope coughing.

  When Lucas looked at Dallas again it was to see the MC member staring daggers his way.

  “Tarren?” Hope yelled out. A second later the bathroom door opened and closed, and Tarren came rushing down the hallway.

  “I’m here.”

  “What the hell?” her mother asked, opening the window above the kitchen sink, and taking a rag to try to usher the rank smelling fumes out of the house. Hope turned around, saw Dallas take a step toward him, and then looked at Lucas. “Hey,” Hope sounded a little confused, and then looked at Tarren when she stepped into the kitchen.

  “I’m sorry. I lost track of time, and you know how fast those things cook, and how easily they burn.” Tarren was rambling. She needed to be cool or they would know for sure they had slept together just minutes before her parents had come home.

  Lucas looked at Dallas again, saw this scowl on the other man’s face, and knew. Yeah, he knows you fucked his daughter.

  “Where’s your car?” Hope asked, and the smoke finally started to dissipate. The silence stretched out and filled the room. Lucas looked at Dallas again, saw that the other male was still watching him, and swore internally. Dallas took a step toward him while Hope and Tarren were talking, but Lucas stayed still, kept eye contact, and refused to show the fact this male coming at him looked rightfully pissed off.

  “You got your phone on you, boy?” Dallas said, crossing his thickly muscled and tattooed arms over his chest and staring at Lucas.

  He reached inside of his cut to the pocket, pulled out his phone, and showed it to Dallas. “Yeah,” he said without faltering. This male may be older, be deep in the club and have lived the violent, dangerous life all members did, but Lucas was just as big and wasn’t going to show fear.

  “Your old man has been trying to call you. Seems he needs you to do club business.” Dallas said, his voice low, deadly sounding, and his expression matching.

  Lucas looked at the phone, saw that it was turned off, and cursed. “I’ll call him.”

  “Do it as you leave,” Dallas said even lower, so low that Lucas knew it was only meant for him to hear. “Like now, while I can still control myself.” Dallas took another step closer, had his fists clenched at his sides, and breathed out roughly. “Because not even the smell of burnt fucking cookies can mask the scent of what you and my daughter were just doing.” He ground out the words low enough only Lucas could hear, and tilted his chin toward the door. “Now, go on, before I make a scene with my little girl watching.”

  Lucas didn’t want to be anymore disrespectful, but he also wasn’t the type of male to be pushed around by anyone. Seeing how pissed Dallas was, and knowing that he was only protecting his daughter, should have had Lucas shutting the fuck up and leaving. Instead

he felt his bear rise up at the challenge. It was an involuntary reaction, one that had him more animal than human at the moment. But right when he heard Dallas growl low, having the women stop mid-conversation, Lucas snapped out of it. He cleared his throat, and glanced at Tarren, who watched him and her dad with wide eyes. She most likely knew what in the hell was going on. He turned his bear instincts down a notch.

  “I better go.”

  Dallas made this low around again, stepped aside, and Lucas walked over to Tarren.

  “I’ll call you later?” He didn’t want to leave like this, all awkward and shit, but he also didn’t want to make a scene.

  She looked over at her dad, and then back at him. “You’re okay?” He knew she was asking because this weird vibe was coming off of Dallas, and although she was half bear, yet couldn’t shift, she had senses that were just as attuned as the males of their shifting species.

  “I’m good, just need to call my dad, and my phone has been off, so he’s probably pissed.”

  She nodded and then swallowed. “Okay. Yeah, I’ll talk to you later.”

  Talk about an awkward as fuck exit after just being inside of her.

  He said goodbye to Hope, turned, and wasn’t surprised to see Dallas holding the front door open. He still had his fierce expression on his face. Lucas left the cabin, stepped out onto the porch, and when the front door shut behind him he could feel Dallas right there, breathing down his damn neck.

  “We need to talk, boy.”

  Lucas didn’t even bother turning around, just stepped off the porch and walked toward his Harley. He straddled it, knowing he was about to get an earful. Staring at Dallas, Lucas took in the fact that for being in his sixties he was looking like he could still kill a man with his bare hands. He was also fit as fuck, just as in shape as Lucas himself or the other Grizzly members, and right now he was glaring at Lucas like he wanted to rip his balls off and pickle them as a souvenir.

  “You had sex with my little girl, right in my goddamned house.” Dallas cursed out the words, rolled his head on his neck, and then grit his teeth all seemingly at the same time. In truth it was the scariest fucking thing Lucas had seen in a long-ass time.

  “Yeah.” Lucas didn’t say it arrogantly and sure as fuck wasn’t trying to be a badass to this male. He was just not about to lie to Tarren’s dad. They stared at each other for several long seconds before Dallas spoke again.

  “Listen, as a brother, and member of the MC, you are strong and loyal, and I’m proud to say that I trust you with my life and those of my family. But as a father that knows about your reputation with the female population…” Dallas shook his head, a low growl leaving him. “I don’t want you anywhere near my daughter. Do you understand me, Lucas?” Dallas asked, taking a small step forward, and his body heat slamming into Lucas. “I know how you go through women, fucking the club whores because they offer their easy cunts like the Sunday paper to be passed around.” Dallas shook his head, turned and looked at his cabin, and then faced forward again.

  Lucas wasn’t about to tell Dallas he hadn’t been with anyone but Tarren for the last year, and that when he had tried to be with other women he couldn’t even get a hard-on.

  “You’ll break her fucking heart, even if your intentions are good. I won’t stand around to watch it happen. This right here,” he pointed to Lucas, and then at the cabin, “doesn’t go any further. Whatever is going on between you and my daughter ends right here.”

  Lucas gritted his teeth, wanted to tell the hardened biker that if he wanted to see Tarren on more than just a friendly level he fucking would. But this was an original Grizzly member, Tarren’s father, and Lucas needed to show respect. If it was the other way around and Lucas was the dad that had just walked into his house smelling of sex, he’d be pissed, too.

  “Are you sure that’s what she wants?” He fired back low, just as hard, and showed Dallas that although he was younger, Lucas wasn’t going to just roll over. What kind of club member would he be if he didn’t fight back for something he wanted?

  And I want Tarren for more than just the sex.

  He did love Tarren, had for a long time, but it didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t any good for her. It doesn’t matter what you want, because you’ve already thought about this on more than one occasion. You’re not good for her.

  “She doesn’t need a member in her life like that, Lucas, especially one who has been with more females than he can probably even recall,” Dallas said a little softer this time. “I love you like my family, Lucas, and have watched you grow into the strong male you are today, but my daughter is not meant to be a part of your life in that respect. You understand me?” Dallas clapped him on the shoulder, stared right in his eyes, and he saw his bear flash across the older man’s face. “She’s my little girl, even if she’s an adult, and I’ll always protect her.” And then Dallas clapped him once more, turned, and left.

  Lucas stared at the other man as he walked up the porch and went into the cabin without looking back. The door shutting was almost a final saying from Dallas that Lucas just needed to back the hell up. Lucas knew he should just go and not look back, but knowing that Tarren was in there, a feeling that he wanted to hold her, to tell her that he didn’t want to walk away, rode him hard.

  His phone vibrated with an incoming call now that he had turned it back on, and he saw his father’s number flash across the screen. He answered the call, put the phone to his ear, and stared at the kitchen window where he could see Tarren standing in front of. “Yeah.”

  Jagger, his father and the president of The Grizzly MC, started bitching him out for not picking up his previous calls.

  “Phone was off and I was preoccupied.” Lucas pushed the thoughts of being with Tarren out of his mind, because thinking about it wasn’t going to make this situation any less screwed.

  “Well, I have you on the phone now, so I’ll just get to it. I need you in Arizona to help with a new charter. They are trying to get connections for some firearms and ammunition, and I want you, Nico, Brick, and Diesel on it this time.”

  “How long?”

  “For however long it takes, Lucas,” his father growled out. “Be at the clubhouse in an hour ready to hit the road.” And then Jagger disconnected the phone.

  Lucas shoved the phone into his pocket, watched as Tarren turned and faced him, staring at him through the glass, and gave him this sad smile. Dallas stopped up behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and she turned around. Even though Lucas couldn’t hear them very well, he knew they were fighting. He wanted to go in there, to tell her that he cared about her, wanted her by his side, but her father’s words echoed in his head. Dallas had been right in the fact Lucas had been with more women than he could even remember, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be there for Tarren and love her.

  Yes, it does, because that, along with everything you have done in your life this far, means you are toxic for her.

  He put his helmet on, turned on his bike, and pulled out of the driveway. The entire trip back to the clubhouse he had to keep telling himself that this was for the best, because if he didn’t remind himself of that he was bound to go back to her, shout to the fucking world that he wanted her as his, and say fuck it all. And right now he didn’t think that was what they both needed. They were young, she had her whole life ahead of her, college in her future, and he wanted her to be happy. He just didn’t think he would be the male worthy enough to make that happen.

  Chapter Seven

  Present day

  Years. Days. Minutes. Seconds.

  It had felt like forever since she had seen Lucas, like really had seen him. And then one year later she had been with him again, slept with him, and let her love grow even stronger. But when her father had caught them, all but pushed Lucas away, she knew that things would never be okay with them. How could they be together when even her dad was against it? And even if she had wanted to be with him Lucas had left yet again to help set up a charter in Arizona. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to distance herself from Lucas, no matter how far away he was, or how long he stayed away.

  But he was back in Steel Corner, and she was supposed to go to the clubhouse tonight to welcome him home with the other Grizzly kids and original members in attendance, too. She was nervous, scared even, of his reaction when she got there and saw him for the first time in several years.

  She pulled up to the clubhouse and saw it already rocking with club members, their families, music, and laughter coming through the open window. Her heart was beating so fast and hard she thought it would burst right through her chest. Holding the steering wheel and clenching the leather in a tight grasp, she told herself that everything would be fine. Once she had enough courage pumping through her veins she grabbed her purse sitting on the passenger side seat, and was about to open the driver’s side door when the sound of someone tapping on the glass beside her had her pulse jumping even higher.

  She looked out the window, her mouth drying, her heart stopping, and everything inside of her coming alive at the sight of Lucas standing there with this goofy as hell grin on his face. He wore his MC cut so damn well. He had a toothpick between his lips, and when he gestured for her to come out of the car she realized that was harder than it should have been. Her legs were like Jell-O as she climbed out of the driver’s seat, and her palms had suddenly become so sweaty so felt this sheen line her flesh.

  He took a step back and eyed her up and down. “Damn, Tarren,” he said in this voice filled with heat, and continued at look at her body.

  For the last year he had been working outside of the Arizona charter. Although things had ended awkwardly after he left her father’s house, and she had thought things would never go back to the way they were, she had been surprised when he had invited her to dinner about six months after he had left. He had come back to Steel Corner for about a week, and seeing him again after all that time, after things had ended the way they did, was awkward to say the least. But then she had seen him, felt her desire rise like this violent monster inside of her, and of course one thing had led to another.

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