by Lowe, Aden
She bit her lip a little and slid her hands slowly down over her smooth belly to her waistband. The button and zipper of her jeans parted easily and held Dix mesmerized as she lifted her hips and pushed jeans and panties down over her hips and slim thighs until she could kick free of them.
Stretched out before Dix, within reach, lay the ultimate paradise, heaven on earth, in the form of Georgie. Shaking hands fumbled with his belt and jeans, but he finally managed to get out of both pants and underwear. One knee on the bed, ready to join her, he froze. Damn! Condom. He made a grab for his jeans and came embarrassingly close to falling on his ass. Too much awkward digging later, he found the prize.
He palmed the condom in its shiny packet, more self-conscious than he'd ever been in front of a woman, and climbed onto the bed. He would have lowered himself beside her, but she reached for him, pulling him above her and drawing him back to her mouth. She met him eagerly, her kiss sending a blast of heat to his hard-on.
In an effort to slow himself down a little so he didn't go off like a kid in the backseat of his daddy's car, he drew back and stroked down her body with his fingertips. Satiny skin delighted him, as did her responses. She writhed under his touch, seeking attention for particularly sensitive areas.
Driven by desperate need to experience more of her, he let his mouth follow his fingers, sweeping kisses down the delicate column of her neck. Her collarbone begged extra attention, and he obliged, swirling his tongue over the tender skin to draw small moans from her. She brought her hands up to smooth along his shoulders, the light touch making his breath hiss between his teeth.
He worked further down and she raked her nails gently along his spine until his tongue flicked over her nipple. Then her nails dug in as she arched toward him, soundlessly urging him to take more. He gladly obliged and let his fingers trail down over her ribs and belly, caressing her smooth skin, exploring every nuance.
The prospect of possessing her became more real to him with every kiss, every stroke, and made his heart thunder, the force threatening to break through the cage of his ribs. It felt like a living dream, unattainable despite being right there within his grasp.
Torn between wanting to lavish more attention on her tits, and the need to have more, Dix finally allowed his mouth to follow where his hands led. When his fingers reached the juncture of her thighs, she gave a sharp cry and let her legs fall apart. Pushed beyond his ability to stay in control, he shifted position for better access and fell on her with a growl, kissing and licking.
Georgie cried out again and raised her hips while her fingers scraped hard along the back of his skull until she found hair long enough to grasp. He lost himself in the joy of experiencing her this way.
Long before he had his fill, she tugged him upward. "Please, Dix, I want you now."
Well, when she put it like that, how could he resist? He shifted to his knees, already feeling like he might explode. She grabbed the condom pack he'd dropped on the bed and ripped it open with trembling fingers. Getting the damn thing on turned into pure torture. Every time she touched his cock, his hips bucked in reflex.
Despite his embarrassingly strong reaction to her touch, she managed to get the condom in place and rolled on without laughing at him. Not that it would have mattered. Even if she'd gone into hysterics, he figured he could have still hammered nails with his damn hard-on. It wasn't about to give up the chance to be inside her, no matter how mortified Dix might become.
Georgie lowered her shoulders back to the bed and caught his hands to draw him atop her. With the sweetest smile he'd ever seen, she raised her hips and brought her heat into direct contact with his cock.
He might have been determined to go slow and easy with her, but his body had other plans, and took over. After that initial touch, he sank into her with one incredibly long thrust. She arched to meet him and when the need to taste her mouth again overcame him, she met his kiss eagerly.
He began to move within her and her entire body quivered with tension. Her inner muscles rolled around him, matching his rhythm. Everything he knew about sex and making love flew right out of his brain when faced with her passion. She matched every single movement and asked for more while her heels and nails spurred him on.
The need to see her responses and to gain better access to her body required him to shift to his knees, supporting her arched back with his thighs. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her hips to hold her steady. The position allowed him to watch her, watch the flush spreading up her chest as she built toward her orgasm. Her lovely little tits swayed in time to his thrusts, hypnotizing him for a moment.
The magnitude of the explosion building in him seemed inconceivable, the pressure nearly unbearable, and yet it continued to increase. One hand left her hip enough to allow his thumb to circle her clit.
Georgie cried out and her quivering body arched into him. Inner muscles dragged him deeper, and a runaway freight train blasted from his balls. White heat enveloped him, threatening to consume him. Finally drained and shaking, he collapsed to her side, careful to keep most of his weight off her.
Making love to Georgie was far beyond his wildest dreams. And he could think of nothing beyond doing it again. As his breathing started to slow, he drew her close, wanting to shelter her from whatever put that faraway look in her eyes. He dropped a soft kiss to the top of her head and made a silent vow to protect her.
Chapter Six
Sex with Dix was unlike anything Georgie had experienced before. Hell, unlike anything she'd dreamed before. Never had she felt like the center of the universe for a man, even while he fucked her. But Dix's attention never wavered. Nothing else existed for him. The intensity shocked her a little, in a good way. She'd known something was missing from her earlier relationships—well, several somethings if she wanted to be honest—and now she had no doubt that one little element could make or break it for her.
What would it be like to be in a relationship with a man who put her first? One who was considerate and thoughtful, included her in his life and decisions? One like in the movies and books?
Did she want a relationship with Dix? Maybe. She'd never really considered anything beyond friendship with him, and now here she was, catching her breath after mind-blowing sex with him. After that, she definitely wanted more, and part of her needed to find out what possibilities existed with him. Since she wasn't a fuck-buddy kind of girl, it all really depended on whether he wanted more.
He would make an amazing boyfriend from what she'd seen. He acted like a gentleman. Even in the middle of a biker gang, he said please and thank you. All the girls at the Rattlesnake halfway had a crush on him and any of them would do him in a heartbeat. Most of the guys around Stags Leap were rough looking and Dix stood out with his all-American good looks, which made him something like Most Eligible Bachelor.
Who was she kidding? Of course he wouldn't want more than a couple of rolls in the hay with her. He could have any woman he wanted. She couldn't compete with the sweet Southern belles with their perfect clothes and hair and expensive tastes. And the redneck girls who went four-wheeling and hunting and always looked gorgeous even with mud in their hair always stood out as something above her too. Face it, she was just a Plain Jane. She had nothing to offer him.
Memory of those stupid pictures flooded her with shame. How could she have been so stupid? She'd been so caught up in the glamour of dating an older man, and a photographer at that, she'd ignored the little warning bells in the back of her mind. Twenty-four year old Mason had seemed so worldly and sophisticated to sixteen year old Georgie, always drinking wine and partying with beautiful people.
His flattery and smooth talking won out and he convinced her to pose, said she was a classic beauty, and should be in magazines. Right. Any halfway intelligent girl would have known better from the get-go. But not her. No, she bought the whole damn thing, hook, line and sinker. All the way up to taking her panties off. The alarm bells screamed but he just kept talking about all the
money her pictures would make. The clincher came when he said he could get her in movies. Lost in the fantasy of fame and riches he wove, she'd done everything he asked.
In retrospect, she could see the truth about him. He was nothing more than a sleaze-ball predator, probably a serial rapist as well, considering how many girls in his beautiful people crowd had ended up sexually assaulted or gone missing. But at the time, she'd fallen for every damn thing he said. Because she ignored her instincts, her legs were spread all over the web. At least she'd split before he delivered on his promises to get her a movie audition. No doubt he'd meant porn movies.
So, no, Dix wouldn't want any kind of future with her. No man worth having would. Most men didn’t want other guys seeing or having what was theirs. Especially a guy like Dix who could have anything he wanted. Just like her last foster mother always said, they didn't like used goods. The only useful piece of advice the old bitch had given her, and of course it was the one she ignored.
Beside her, his arm and thigh still thrown across her, Dix relaxed and his breathing evened out. Sleep settled over him while she watched, his features going peaceful and innocent. He looked even younger than usual like that.
His body sure didn't look all that young though. The hard planes and angles left no doubt; he was definitely all man. Those scars on his chest must have come from an accident or something, but some looked newer than others. She really wanted to ask earlier, but held back. It didn't seem like something he would want to share.
Random memories began to run through her mind, of things like the way his mouth curved when he smiled at her. He always watched her, quiet and waiting for something, with that little half-smile that made her want to lick his lower lip.
Twilight reached out to pull her in, the even rhythm of his breathing lulling her deeper. The dream held possible nightmares, with a little house in the suburbs and a family. Fairy tale stuff like that always turned sour and nasty, especially for her. By some miracle, this one stayed all sugary sweet.
Some time later she roused a little to find him sitting on the side of the bed, but she drifted off again before she could wonder why. He was there, so everything was okay.
The next time she woke, he lay on his side, head propped on one hand, watching her sleep. "Hey, sleepyhead." He smiled and pushed a lock of hair back from her face.
His contagious joy made her smile. "You look like the cat that ate the canary."
He chuckled. "I feel like that cat, too." His fingers trailed from her cheek and down her throat, between her breasts and further down. "I'd like to eat the canary all over again."
The low rumble of his words made her stomach flip and she spread involuntarily as his fingers dipped between her legs.
"Too bad Kellen called and needs me at the clubhouse in a few minutes." He withdrew his fingers and licked them with a groan. "You want to ride along? Or wait here for me? I'm not sure how long I'll be."
Need to have him inside her again made Georgie moan. Like a slut or something, she would take everything he would give her before he moved on. "Can we take five first?"
He stood with a smile. "Oh yeah, I think we can manage that if we hurry." Hard-on displayed fully, he stretched, then grabbed his jeans. After a moment of rummaging in his wallet, he grinned and held up his prize, a shiny condom packet. Expression gone serious, he opened it and turned to face her. Watching her face, he positioned the condom and rolled it on.
Quivering with desperation and unable to wait for him, Georgie scooted to the edge of the bed and wrapped her legs around his thighs to pull him close. He got the message and stepped in and lifted her hips to meet him.
As soon as he slid into her, a spasm of delight started in her center. Dix groaned as he withdrew slowly, staring down at her with something like wonder and surprise. It was going to kill her when he decided he had enough.
His fingers sank hard into her hips, taking her mind off the impending future heartbreak and bringing her fully back to the moment. Damn, how had she refused his attentions for so long? He drove into her, over and over, making sure she would never forget perfection.
As much as she wanted to make it last, enjoy every second of him, her body had other ideas. She stiffened and her insides started to ripple. He reacted, slamming into her harder and faster. She came, her whole body shaken by the impact and he gave one final thrust and emptied himself.
He finally stopped shaking and pulled out, careful to hold onto the condom. "Baby, we have to get tested and make sure we're safe so I can have you bare. I can't wait to be in your hot little pussy without a rubber."
Imagination made her belly flip and heat start to spread all over again. A breathless little laugh escaped her. "Don't say things like that unless you plan on doing it."
He grinned and brushed his thumb over her clit. "Oh, I plan on doing it. And more. I'll keep that pussy so full of come you won't be able to stand up without leaking."
She laughed in spite of the thrill his words gave her. "Big plans, mister."
"Yeah, we're going to be very busy. Don't make any plans for the next few years. You're all booked up, in my bed." He slipped a finger into her and withdrew to lick it clean with a look of ecstasy on his face. "Fuck, you taste like heaven. I can't wait to taste us together." His phone buzzed on the on the night table. "Damn Kellen to hell and back. We better go."
Georgie dressed in a hurry, anxious not to cause Kellen to get pissed at Dix. He didn't need to get in trouble because of her. She knew next to nothing about how the MC worked, and didn't much care to learn more, but she suspected pissing the leader off had serious consequences. Especially for whatever Dix was, probationary member or something.
She stepped into her shoes as he put on the black leather vest with his patches on it. Damn thing had a name but she couldn't remember it at the moment. Not like it mattered anyway. He still looked hot as fuck in it.
"Ready to go?" He patted his pockets and belt, like checking to be sure he had everything.
She nodded even though a ball of nerves had settled into her belly. What must Kellen and the other men think of her? Of course they'd given Dix a hard time when she punched him a few weeks back. They didn't know what set her off, and for that matter, he didn't either. She should probably apologize sometime, at least.
When he took her hand, she let him lead her to the ladder and down, waited patiently while he locked the door, and followed him back down to the swinging bridge and over. While he stashed the key again, she tied her hair into a quick braid. Too bad she didn't have time to brush it and put it up right.
In a matter of moments, she sat snugged up against his back, holding on tight as they flew around the curves back toward the club house. Despite the speed and danger, she'd never felt safer in her life. Dix would do anything in his power to protect her.
The knowledge sat there, waiting for her to examine it and take it for a test drive. She didn't just take people at face value. Life had taught her that lesson very well, over and over. But with Dix, it seemed like he might actually be a little different. Maybe he wouldn't just take whatever he could from her without giving anything in return. Only time would tell, but in the meantime, she had no intention of letting her guard completely down.
Dix slowed the bike and turned into the lane to the club house. Wonder why the hell they picked a place so far from town. It had to be unhandy. Oh well, none of her business. Dix parked in what seemed to be his spot and led her toward the front door once more.
The old guy, Badger, still sat on the porch, though a couple of the other Hell Raiders had joined him. It suddenly occurred to Georgie these men knew exactly what she and Dix had spent the last few hours doing. Self-consciousness flooded her face with heat. Oh, God. How many of them had seen the pictures? A rock to crawl under sounded like a great idea.
Chapter Seven
Dixon knew the instant Georgie slammed her defenses down. What he didn't know was the reason for it. Fuck, he should have asked Kellen to give him a couple m
ore hours. Maybe he could have settled some of those questions in her eyes. He'd just have work harder at winning her over. The memory of how eagerly she gave him her body made his cock twitch. If he could just get her to trust him, he would make real progress toward an actual relationship with her.
"Head on inside, Kid. Kellen's waiting for you." Message delivered, Badger returned to his conversation and whittling.
Georgie started to pull her hand from his grip when he opened the door for her, but he held tight. Maybe he couldn't stop the mental distance she put between them all of a sudden, but he refused to give her physical distance on top of it.
In the big living room, Fabio sat in his usual spot, this time reading a book, while one of the girls that hung around all the time tried to entice him with a view of her ass while she made a show of wiping down the TV and the shelves under it. The big ex-Marine lifted a casual hand and waved Dix on back toward Kellen's office and went back to reading.
That dumb chick kept making a fool of herself. No doubt some of the others had put her up to it, telling her how good a catch Fabio would be. They always left out his past and how he never paid attention to any woman beyond what it took to get his ashes hauled occasionally.
Slightly nervous, since Kellen hadn't given any clues why he wanted to see him, Dix kept hold of Georgie's hand and brought her along to the office. If it turned out to be private club business, she could wait for him in the living room. Hopefully Kellen already had something about the pictures, though.
At the office, Dix paused to tap at the door. Instead of calling for him to come in, Kellen came out and locked the door behind him.
"Come on. Glad you came too, Georgie. Got stuff to show you." He led off down the hall and through a door Dix always assumed led to a storage room or something. Instead, Kellen led them into a large room that looked like a goddamn war room at the White House or something.