CONTROL: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Blackened Souls MC)

by Naomi West

  Star's whole body shook as she moaned. She used the hand from the back of his head to cover her mouth, to keep her from screaming so loud the whole county would hear her. She thrust herself into him, her hips matching the cadence of the severe tongue lashing he was delivering.

  He flicked his tongue over her clit and slid two fingers into her, began to stroke her g-spot. She was so wet, so excited. He could feel her running down his chin.

  She cried out, her whole body contracting around his fingers, as her hips thrust up off the table and into his mouth. She hugged her thighs around him, pulling him in deeper as she came on his dedicated tongue and lips.

  “Oh, Tanner,” she groaned as she reached down and pulled him up to her lips, “I've missed you.”

  They kissed again as she reached down and began to undo his belt for him.

  His hand joined hers. He unbuttoned the front of his jeans and unzipped them. He shoved his pants and boxers down around his hips.

  They looked into each other's eyes, gazing deep as they gasped for air.

  “I missed you, too,” Tanner said as he touched her cheek with the back of his hand, “I missed the way you feel, the way you smell, the way you taste.”

  She hooked her leg back around his waist and pulled them closer together. She smiled mischievously as she lined herself up with his cock.

  “I don't know,” she whispered, her voice husky with need and want, as she put both arms around his neck, “what I would have done if you hadn't shown up every day like that.”

  He reached down and guided himself to her pussy. He traced himself up and down her lips, loving the way she felt on his cock.

  She closed her eyes and moaned. “Please, just put your cock me, Tanner. Stop teasing me.”

  He grinned and kissed her again. As his tongue pushed into her mouth and she opened wide for him, he slid his cock home. Her warmth and wetness enveloped him entirely. The feel of her was beautiful, more wonderful than words. Like riding on a warm spring day, with the sun shining on your face and no cares in the world.

  She wrapped her legs around him and drew him closer, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

  He thrust his hips into her, not knowing how long he was going to last.

  “Harder Tanner,” she whispered, then snaked her tongue out and flicked her tongue up and down his ear lobe. “Fuck me harder.”

  He reached around back and grabbed hold of her ass again, pulling her into him with each thrust.

  She nearly screamed with each movement as she ground her hips into him. She angled her hips up off the table, helping him to go deeper with each thrust. Their lips interlocked again as Tanner fucked her harder and faster.

  She sucked his tongue into her mouth, moaning as she shook again around his cock, drenching him in her need for him.

  It didn't take long before he could feel his own orgasm building. He wrapped an arm tight around her waist and began to lay into her. She threw her head back, nearly screaming, as his head dipped down and his mouth latched onto one of her perfect nipples.

  “Come for me, Tanner,” she panted and moaned, “come inside me. Please, please.” She tightened her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper with each stroke.

  He went for all he was worth, pulling her onto him faster and faster. She came again, her walls tightening around him, as pleasure flooded his body. He felt himself erupt inside her.

  They moaned together and kissed again. She undulated on his hard length, getting every last little bit of pleasure she could find.

  They stayed like that, their tongues entwined, their breathing heavy, as his cock softened inside her. He hadn't been fucked like that sense he didn't know when. Finally, they both sighed contentedly and pulled apart after one last kiss.

  “I really hope the clubhouse is still empty,” he said as he pulled his pants back up and began to fasten them.

  Clearly mortified, all the color drained from her face. She fastened the front of her bra back together and began to button her top. “I thought you sent the guys away!”

  “Well, yeah, I did,” he said with a laugh. “Those guys.”

  “You mean, we could - I could have-”

  He held up a hand, cutting her off. “Just lemme go check, okay?”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  He went out of the meeting room and glanced around the rest of the clubhouse as she finished dressing.

  Empty. Good.

  Tanner walked back in, saying, “Don't worry, no one was here.” He went back over to her and pulled her into his arms, his hands settling on her hips as they gazed into each other's eyes. “I really did miss you.”

  “I could tell,” she said as she put her arms around his neck. “I missed you, too.”

  They kissed again, melting into each other's arms.

  It was just like a warm spring day, he realized. No worries in the world.

  # # #

  Star

  “I know you don't like it,” he said, looking down at her, “but, now that you're back, we need a plan of action. This Aaron guy who fucked with you, he ain't going away. And neither are the Roaming Wolves.”

  She sighed and looked away. “I know they're not. And, for the record, you're right. I don't like it.”

  “Well, they don't care if you like it, or not. But, I can't let this guy intimidate you, or me, or the Blood Warriors. It shows weakness, and people start to get ideas about messing with us more if we look like a bunch of chumps that are easy pickings.”

  “I know, Tanner,” she said, trying to keep her voice as steely and whine-free as possible. “The past few weeks, I've been thinking it over. I think I get it. But, I don't think I'll ever get used to it. I'll always worry about you.”

  “Well, I don't like it, either,” Tanner said. “I didn't go looking for this shit. It came looking for you and me. Okay?”

  She felt like she'd been backed into a corner over this whole thing, like she'd just been some sort of collateral damage. What little control she'd had in her life had been ripped from her hands when Aaron had barged into her apartment. Now, she didn't even have her own apartment. She was, instead, depending on the kindness of her good friend.

  But, she knew the only way for her to get agency back in her life, was to stop Aaron. She knew she wasn't strong enough to do that on her own. She could put up with hardships and a shitty family life all day, but her previous trials and tribulations hadn't exactly prepared her for taking down a giant biker who was hell-bent on making her man's life miserable. Only Tanner, and the rest of the Blood Warriors, would be able to help her take care of things and get them squared away.

  “I'm going to start calling the guys,” he said, looking down at her, “and get 'em all together. We'll have a meeting, figure out our next move, and go from there.”

  She nodded and went to hop down from the table. “Alright. Should I call you later, then?”

  “Actually, why don't you stick around?” he suggested with a neutral expression on his face. “This concerns you as much as it does everyone else, now, because of what happened that night. I think you have as much right to be at the meeting as anyone in the club.”

  She smiled up at him for the gesture, despite the reason for both the courtesy and the meeting. It was nice to actually be included in a life-altering decision of some sort, even if she wouldn't play an integral part in any of the actions.

  “I'll have to clear it with Blade, of course,” Tanner said. “But, it shouldn't be that big of a deal. He knows you've been involved in this from the get-go.”

  “He's back?” she asked.

  He nodded. “Yeah. His hands are healed up, so he's back to being the president. So, yes to the meeting, then?” he asked, looking deep into her eyes like he was looking for any sign of wavering, or doubt.

  She nodded, pushing her own worries and concerns down. “Yeah. Definitely.”

  “Good,” he said, gripping her hips for emphasis as he nodded. “Good.”

  Chapter Forty<
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  Tanner

  Tanner and Star stood at the front of the room, beside Blade. Together. He never would have imagined him and her like this, not in a million years. And especially not under their current circumstances.

  “Alright, you boys,” Blade bellowed from the front of the room, “we're calling this shit to order, now. So y'all settle down.”

  The previously bustling room, full of whispering conversations and loud horseplay, came to a complete silence. All the men, most of them wearing their patched vests, turned their eyes slowly to the acknowledged leader of the Blood Warriors.

  In the crowd was Brendon, who'd finally joined back up as a recruit, and Cam, who had renewed his vigor and dedication to the club. Seeing them both made Tanner's heart swell with pride that they still wanted to be in the MC.

  “Now, you boys know that over the last couple months we've been having problems with the Roaming Wolves coming onto our turf and messing with some of our boys.”

  The crowd nodded and grumbled in ascent. On this, their hatred of the Roaming Wolves, it was as if the whole group was one, pissed-off person.

  “That they went after Tanner's family first,” Blade said, nodding to Brendon in the crowd before he continued on, “then, after the Old Crow, which is ours.”

  The assembled bikers mumbled about the cowardice of the Roaming Wolves. Cowardice at them getting the cops involved, at trying to get the boys-in-blue to fight biker battles. It wasn't right, and they all knew it.

  “Now, we keep everything clean around here, but they wanted Tanner again on that one. Luckily, nothing came of it. But, then, that same night, they went after his ol' lady -” Blade stopped and turned to Tanner, “- wait. I can call her that, right?”

  Tanner put his arm around Star and pulled her into his side, clearly and for all to see. “I don't care, old man.”

  Beside him, Star shook her head. “I don't care either.”

  Blade nodded, smiling despite the issue they were there to discuss, and turned back to the other men. Tanner noticed that the other guys nodded approvingly when he finally admitted what he and Star had been feeling for a while now, aside from the hiccup that was the last few weeks.

  “So, now, we clearly got Star back, and everything's squared away. Now, though, we gotta get back to basics and find this fucker.”

  The guys murmured their agreement. They wanted this shit to be over and done with just as much as Tanner and Star did.

  Blade turned his attention back to Tanner and Star. “You wanna tell 'em about everything else?”

  Tanner nodded and took his arm from around Star. He stepped forward and addressed the club. “Alright, guess I should start with what we know so far. This guy Aaron's an old buddy of mine, from way back when I was a kid. Some of the younger guys, you may recognize him, or you might not. I sure as fuck didn't when he whacked me with a fucking baseball bat. That's for sure.”

  The crowd laughed, despite the circumstances.

  “But, we've been trying to nail this guy down since he took Star. We know his name, we know his club, but that's about it. He doesn't really have a fixed address, just kinda blows around in the wind. Some people say he's staying out at one of the hotels outside of town, but there was nothing to find there. Others said he was laid up with some club girl, but that didn't pull anything either.”

  “Hell, we rolled over a couple Wolves last week,” Tyke added in from the middle of the assembled bikers, “but they didn't know shit. It's like this motherfucker's a ghost or something.”

  “He ain't a ghost,” Tanner said, his voice adamant. “He's a coward who's been preparing for this for a long time, that's all. He's got his boltholes set up, his places to go run and hide. Hell, he might even be staying out in the woods for all we know, or sleeping most nights in the Wolves clubhouse. We just don't know because we can't lay eyes on him.”

  “So what's the plan, then?” Cam asked from the side of the room.

  “Simple,” Tanner said. “We stake everything out, we wait for him, we pounce. Nothing big, nothing fancy. Guy's gotta turn up sometime.”

  Tyke and the rest of the guys nodded.

  “It ain't gonna be easy,” Tanner said. “But, it's gotta be done, or our name ain't shit on the street. Got it?”

  All the guys nodded again. “Yeah,” Tyke said, “we got it.”

  “Alright,” Blade said, “we'll start divvying up who goes where, with who. This guy's big, and crazier than a badger on PCP. I want you to stay with your partner while we're looking for him, and work as a team to bring him down. We'll bring this fucker in, and we'll deal with him the way he needs to be dealt with. Got it?”

  “Got it,” they all agreed.

  Chapter Forty-One

  Star

  They pulled up at the empty warehouse on the back of Tanner's bike. He killed the engine and they both hopped off the back and down into the dusty parking lot.

  “Now, tell me again why this is a good idea?” she asked as she patted the road dust off her outfit.

  “Because, it'll keep you out of sight, for starters,” he said as they walked over to the side entrance. “We don't want a reenactment of what happened when you went missing the first time around.”

  “So? Just leave me at Patricia's, then,” she said as he pulled out a ring of keys and began to unlock the door. “Wouldn't that just be safer?”

  “Well, the second part is,” he said, trying one key after another on the lock, “we're going to bring Aaron here when we finally get him.” He paused and looked up at her. “And, I want you to have the chance to make your own peace with him.”

  “My own peace, huh?” she asked, hands on her hips. “You mean, beat him up or something?”

  “If that's what you want,” Tanner replied as he tried another key. “He hurt you as much as he hurt me. More, I'd say. The fucker deserves whatever he gets, in my opinion.”

  “I dunno,” she said, as Tanner found the right key and turned the lock, “he hit you with a baseball bat.”

  “Yeah, but Blade and Cam were there,” he said as he pulled the door open for them, “so I got left on the apartment floor instead of tied to a tree all night.”

  “True,” Star said, her memory flashing back for a moment to that long night she'd spent tied up. A phantom pain of rope burns around her wrists seemed to flutter back and take up her mental space. She shook her head. “But, I don't think I'd even know what to do.”

  Tanner led her into the dusty old warehouse and flipped the bright neon lights on overhead. They flickered to life in stages, illuminating the dilapidated contents. The air smelled stale and had an undeniable hint of grease and motor oil. He didn't say anything as they marched deeper into the building, past shelf after shelf of old, rusting mechanical parts.

  “I do want to see everything happen, though,” Star admitted, as much to herself as to him. “To really make sure it does, if that makes sense. I just don't think I can be the one to do it.”

  “That's alright,” Tanner said. “I mean, it ain't in everyone to do this kind of thing. That's part of the reason you got me.”

  Star smirked at his swaggering back. “So, it's for real, then?”

  He stopped and glanced back over his shoulder. “What's for real? What do you mean?”

  “That I've got you?”

  He smiled a little knowing smile as he turned to face her. He didn't say anything, though.

  “I saw the way you looked at Blade when he called me your ol' lady,” Star said, advancing on him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She looked up into those deep, ice-blue eyes of his, hoping this was going where she thought it was. If not, she was going to look like one giant fool. “You didn't correct him, either.”

  He put his arms around her, completing the embrace. “Well,” he said before glancing away, that smile still playing on his lips, “I didn't want to start anything in front of the guys, you know, especially not with the president. Whole club was there, and all.”

  She grinne
d up at him. Her heart was racing, despite the smile on her face, and she thought she could feel his beating triple time. “Quit messing with me, Tanner Rainier.”

  “Messing with you?” he asked, returning her grin. “How am I messing with you?”

  “Leading me on,” she said, then ventured further, “dancing around what we both know.”

  “What's that? What do we both know?”

  “That you care about me more than you say,” she nearly whispered. “That you care about this child of ours.”

  He touched her cheek again, just like he had back at the clubhouse. His smile faded away, and his face grew serious.