Marked Skulls MC Series: Books 1-5

by Rylan, Savannah

  “But I don’t have clothes for the pool,” I told him and there was a pleased gleam in his eyes.

  “We don’t have to get in if you don’t want to,” he said and I nodded.

  I checked in on Amanda again and then we stepped out of the suite together. The hall was empty and quiet, smelling great. It felt crazy that I was going to spend the night at a place like this.

  How many nights were we going to spend here?

  Dash led the way to the elevator and I followed him in silence. With him, I felt safe and strong. Like I was capable of anything. I was glad to see how well he was getting along with Amanda too. It was like magically, things were beginning to fall into place.

  But I wasn’t that naive. I knew it wasn’t over yet. Once Caesar found out that I’d given him the slip, he was going to come looking for me with all guns blazing. And that wasn’t going to be fun.

  * * *

  Dash and I found our way to the pool at the back of the hotel. It was the most exquisite thing I had seen. I wished I had a swimsuit because I would have loved to dive into that serene pool right now. But I was fully clothed and not quite confident enough to strip in front of Dash yet.

  He pulled up two deck chairs and we sat down in them. It was a peaceful night and I didn’t feel like I was in any threat. Even though I knew there was a storm brewing somewhere out there.

  Dash was beside me, leaning his head back to look up at the clear night sky. I could feel my whole body on fire already. Just being this close to him, knowing we were all alone. Remembering the way he kissed me.

  It was hard to believe that just a few hours before, we were both in that clubhouse. That he was cuffed to a pipe in that dingy cellar. Now he was all fresh and clean, but he couldn’t be more handsome. He was the hottest guy I’d ever met. This was not how I’d felt about Caesar when we first met. This was not how I’d felt about anyone before.

  “What are you thinking, Harley? Are you afraid?” I heard his voice. It was calm and smooth, like velvet. Every time he spoke, he soothed something inside me. It was a constant reminder of why I trusted him.

  I looked over at him and Dash’s gaze dropped to my body. He looked down, his eyes running down the length of me.

  When he looked at me, it felt so different from when any other man did. I knew he wanted me but I wanted him too. I was staring at him with that hungry look in my eyes too. We were both in the same position.

  “No, I don’t think I am. Like I said, I trust you,” I told him. Dash smirked.

  “That is a huge responsibility. Your trust. Amanda’s trust. And I have every intention of making sure that those monsters never get anywhere close to you again,” he continued and I nodded.

  “I know you will.”

  We fell into silence again while we stared at each other. I was holding my breath. Trying to predict what he would do next.

  “Do you know what they will do once they find out you’re gone? Once they find out I’m not in my apartment and neither is Amanda?” I asked.

  “They’re going to lose their shit. They’re going to try and find us and hurt us. Especially you and Amanda, because Caesar will take it personally.”

  I gulped when he said that. He wasn’t trying to sugarcoat it for me. It was all out there in the open.

  “But I’m not going to let that happen. He can try as much as he wants but he won’t get to you,” he said. I nodded.

  * * *

  Sometime after that, Dash stood up from the chair and walked over to the edge of the pool.

  “The water looks good,” he said and I smirked. If he was trying to get me to go into the water fully clothed like this, it wasn’t going to happen. But he didn’t say anything, instead, he started taking his own shirt off.

  I sat up in my chair, watching him while I felt a wetness between my legs.

  Inch by inch as his shirt came off, Dash’s chiseled torso came into view. I’d anticipated he was muscular, but I wasn’t expecting this. He was burning hot. His muscles looked like they’d been carved into him. Six pack abs. A flat stomach and tattoos covering his arm.

  He barely even looked at me, but I knew he was aware of me staring at him. I watched as he ran his hands through his thick dark hair. Then, before I realized what he was going to do next, he jumped into the pool. He was still in his jeans, but he didn’t seem to care.

  He made a big splash and I gasped and giggled when the water hit me. He dove in under water and emerged several seconds later, shaking the drops out of his hair. I stood up from my chair, tempted by him now. I wanted to get a closer look at him.

  “That’s right, come over here!” he called out to me and I went to the edge of the pool.

  “I can’t get my clothes wet, it’s the only thing I own right now,” I complained and he walked in the water towards me.

  “Just dip your legs in. This feels amazing,” he said.

  I sat down on the edge and took off my shoes, then gently, I dipped my legs in the water till the water reached above my ankles. Dash was in front of me now, standing in the water with a big smirk on his face.

  “Right?”

  “Right,” I said. He scooped up water and splashed me with it and I giggled and splashed him too.

  “You think you’re getting away with that?” he mock-scolded me and splashed some more, till I was ducking and trying to hide myself from his attack.

  Then I felt his arms around me. Dash had come up close to me and was enveloping me in his arms. My heart seemed to leap out of my chest. He was warm, his body was slick with the water and his hair was damp. He pressed me up to his chest and I looked up at him, needing him to kiss me.

  And that was exactly what he did. Dash leaned forward and took my mouth in his. I gasped, inching closer to him so I could kiss him better. His tongue in my mouth, my nails digging into his back—we were nothing more than two bodies, hot and sweaty now, desperate for each other’s mouths.

  Dash had wedged himself between my legs as he kissed me. I could feel the weight of him now as he started to lean me back. Slowly, he pushed me down till my back was on the ground. My legs were still dipped in the water.

  He pulled his mouth away from me and I gasped. I was staring right up at the stars in the night sky.

  I felt his hands move up and down my legs. With his damp hands he was rolling my dress up, exposing my thighs. His hands on me felt good. I liked being touched by him. Touched like this. His fingers left a trail of goosebumps down my legs.

  He parted me wide while he stood between my legs. Just as quickly as he’d rolled up my dress, he was rolling down my panties too. He threw them somewhere, far out of my reach. I was naked from the waist down, but still in my dress and denim jacket.

  I should have been embarrassed but I wasn’t. I was thinking of all the things he could do to me now.

  Dash lowered himself down in the water, I heard him. I gulped, my heart beating fast in my chest. Was he really going to do what I thought he was?

  He used his fingers to touch me first and I gasped a little louder. He could feel the stickiness of my pussy. He slipped one wide finger into my pussy and I moaned.

  “You want this?” he groaned and I nodded, pressing my eyes close.

  Then his mouth was level with my pussy. He grabbed my thighs with both hands and lunged forward. His tongue slid quickly into me, parting my folds and I cried out with pleasure.

  “Oh my God!”

  His tongue swept in, moving inside me, licking and sucking my folds. That feeling was overwhelming. He knew exactly what to do. In and out, his tongue slipped in and then out, while he used his fingers to start stroking my swollen clit.

  How did this happen? How did we so quickly go from splashing water at each other to his mouth stuck on my pussy? Lapping up my juices. I was going to come.

  I writhed and moved, moaning while his mouth did all the magic. He didn’t stop for a second, not even to breathe it seemed. I had no control over this force anymore. I could feel my orgasm buildi
ng up.

  His fingers played havoc on my clit while his tongue sucked me up.

  I moaned his name again, this time accompanied by a shockingly forceful orgasm. No man had done this to me before. I knew it was supposed to feel good, but this good?

  I couldn’t hold it back. My juices came flooding out of me and straight into his mouth. I tightened my thighs around him, pinning him to myself. I was never going to let him go.

  This felt too good to give up.

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  Dash

  Dash

  Harley was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted, like a ripe juicy peach. She came in my mouth and I could see from the look in her eyes that she was satisfied. I leaned over and kissed her after she was done and then I lifted myself out of the pool.

  She kept lying there, looking at me with her cheeks flushed red as tomatoes. My jeans were dripping wet, my shirt and her panties were thrown somewhere far. I picked them up and then came over to her.

  “Someone needs to be carried in,” I said.

  “No!” she squealed when I lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder. She was giggling and kicking her legs but she wound her arms tightly around me.

  I carried her firmly back into the building. If any of the staff were alerted by all the noise we were making, they weren’t going to say anything. These people knew exactly how important it was to keep Lewis happy and he’d spoken to them over the phone.

  I carried her all the way up the elevator till we were at the door of our suite. I put her down, feeling her supple, beautiful body slide down mine. I opened the door and we stepped in together.

  “I’m going to go check on Amanda,” she said in a whisper and walked away from me.

  I watched her walk, knowing full well she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I’d imagined being inside her from the first moment she’d walked into that cellar, and now I had her.

  I stripped out of my jeans and dried myself off with a towel.

  Harley was gone for several minutes till she finally emerged. I’d already opened one of the little bottles of whisky from the mini bar.

  “Want one?” I asked her when she joined me in the room again and she shook her head.

  “I don’t drink,” she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

  I took a long swig of the whisky and felt the burning sensation at the pit of my stomach. I’d been thirsty for a long time.

  “I’m going to fix this as soon as I can, Harley, and then the two of you can go back to your normal life,” I said. She stared at me with those large green eyes of hers. I wanted to devour her.

  “I don’t know what normal means,” she replied.

  “Well, soon this will all be over and you’ll be able to return to your apartment and gather all your clothes and things,” I told her, walking over closer to her.

  “And then what?” she asked, beginning to take off her jacket.

  “And then we’re going to make sure you and Amanda never have to be afraid another day of your lives,” I replied.

  She folded up her jacket and laid it down beside her on the bed.

  “That is the only thing I’ve ever wanted in life,” she said and I knew she absolutely meant it.

  * * *

  “Take off that dress,” I said. My voice was low and gruff. I wanted her to know I meant it. This wasn’t a joke anymore.

  When she looked at me it seemed like she wasn’t expecting me to say that. Her eyes grew wide and she parted her mouth.

  I was standing in nothing but the towel wrapped at my waist, and her eyes fell down to it. I knew exactly what she wanted to see. I wanted to see her too.

  Harley stood up and slowly, she undid the buttons on the front of her black dress and slid the sleeves down her shoulders. She had beautiful pale skin, smooth and flawless like milk. I felt my cock move, throb underneath that towel as I stared at her. My mouth watered at the thought of running my tongue down her arms.

  Slowly the dress shifted and she helped it down, till it dropped all of a sudden at her ankles.

  I could see her pussy now while she stood with her thighs pressed together. I’d tasted her. I knew just how sweet she was. Soft and delicious.

  She was wearing a black lace bra and I clenched my jaws while my eyes lingered on her breasts.

  “Take that off, Harley,” I commanded her. Her eyelids looked heavy with desire now and she did what I asked. I watched as slowly her bra came off and her big juicy breasts swung into view. She had long pink nipples, erect now from being splashed with water and because she wanted me.

  My eyes roamed over her. Taking in every inch of her body. She was perfect. There was nothing about Harley that I would change.

  “Touch yourself like I touched you,” I said next and her mouth parted wider. She hesitated for a moment, then her hand went down to that spot between her thighs.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My cock was already tenting the towel, standing upright in anticipation of her. She slipped a finger inside herself, I saw her doing it and she gasped sharply. Was she still sticky wet from her orgasm? I hoped she was.

  She kept her finger there, roaming it slowly, in gentle circular motions inside her pussy. Her body shook while she watched me too. I undid the towel and it dropped to the ground and her eyes rushed to my cock.

  Harley gulped. Was she thinking I was too big for her? I wanted her to know I’d be gentle with her. We didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to.

  “Don’t stop,” I growled as I took a step towards her. She moaned as she kept her finger going. Slipping it in and out of herself, sliding in her own juices. I loved watching her like that, pleasuring herself. I wanted her to always feel like that. That good.

  I went closer to her, both of us naked while she touched herself.

  “Good girl,” I said. “Now it’s my turn.”

  I caught her by her hips and pulled her close so I could kiss her again. Harley opened her mouth wide, letting me slide my tongue deep into her mouth. Her mouth was delicious, just like her pussy. I could get lost in them. Why had I never thought about a woman like this before? What made her so different from the others? All I knew was that she was…different.

  I cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading them while she moaned in my mouth.

  Then I ran my hand down to her butt, grabbing and squeezing them and holding her to myself. I knew she could feel the throb of my cock now, digging into her thighs. She knew how much I needed her. She was mine.

  I pushed her abruptly and she fell backwards, her body bouncing gently on the bed. As soon as she was on her back she parted her legs. I jumped over her, covering her with my body.

  She was so petite yet curvaceous. I ran my hands over everything, her breasts and her belly and down the insides of her soft thighs. Harley quaked and moaned under me while I kept her pinned to the bed.

  I moved my mouth over her, sucking on her chin, then running my tongue down her neck. Till finally I was hovering over her rosy erect nipples.

  “Dash…” she whispered my name breathily and I covered one of her nipples with my mouth. She gasped, arching her body, thrusting her hips up towards me while I sucked on her breast.

  I knew she felt good. She was running her fingers through my hair, wrapping her arms around me, digging her nails into my back. I lapped at her nipple, sucking and blowing on it and she shuddered.

  “Please…Dash…” she was begging me now.

  When I pulled my mouth away from her breast, she quickly reached down. My cock was in her hand now. She started stroking me. I didn’t need any help. I was rock-hard and erect, pointing straight at her pussy. I wanted to be inside her. But I wanted to tease her too.

  “What do you want, Harley?” I asked her, looking at her drunkenly. I was drunk on my desperation for her. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She continued to stroke me, up and down my cock, feeling the raging slick tip.

  “Say it.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

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bsp; She surprised herself when the words came out of her mouth. I kissed her belly, pulling myself out of her hand.

  “If that’s what you want,” I growled and I grabbed her by her hips again.

  She moaned when I flipped her around. Her butt was sticking up in the air and before I began, I smacked it. She moaned and looked at me over her shoulder.

  “Fuck me, Dash,” she said. Her beautiful green eyes were begging me.

  Harley’s perfect body was stretched out in front of me. She was holding herself up, down on all fours with her face towards the wall. No woman had looked this fine before.

  I grabbed myself, stroking my cock and feeling it pulsating in my hand. I could see how veiny it was, how erect and hungry for that slick wet pussy. I was going to devour her.

  I lunged at her with an animal growl. Harley sighed when I grabbed her butt cheeks and parted them. I could see her pussy now, swollen and pink with desire. Such a precious thing. I could stare at it forever. And now I was going to possess it.

  I thrust myself inside her, grunting as I felt my cock part her folds and settle deep inside. She moaned too, feeling the full length of me slip inside her. I tried to be slow, be gentle on her…but I couldn’t hold myself back. I wanted her like there was a fire burning under me. Like I was trying to win a race.

  I started thrusting inside her before it even began. Harley moaned, leaning forward so she could muffle her noises with the pillows. I rammed my cock into her, grateful that this bed wasn’t creaky.

  I pushed and pushed, then pulled out of her when I could feel myself reaching the edge. But only for a second. Then I was pushing inside her again, feeling her pussy pulsate and envelope me tightly.

  She was a mother? She had a sweet tight pussy. It was beautiful being inside Harley. This one was special.

  I smacked her butt again as I rode her, and she moaned. She liked being smacked like that. I did it again and her body jerked. She started rolling her hips sexily. My cock was buried deep.