Marked Skulls MC Series: Books 1-5

by Rylan, Savannah

  “Dash…” I said his name in a whisper and he looked intently into my eyes.

  “I want you to end this tonight. I want us to start our new life in the morning,” I said.

  Dash looked at me blankly for a few moments and then he nodded his head.

  I knew he was going to do his best. He was going to do whatever it took to end this tonight. I looked down at Amanda again and smiled at her.

  “I promised it was going to be all right, didn’t I?”

  She hugged my legs and I met Dash’s eyes again. He winked at me and smiled, but I just didn’t have the heart to smile back at him. Not yet. Not when I was feeling so afraid again.

  23

  Dash

  Dash

  First things first, we needed to get all the women to safety. With Kaya pregnant and Amanda only seven years old; we had a lot to lose and none of us were willing to take chances with their lives.

  Girth, Oz, Rodeo and I rode to the safe house together. I’d never seen it before but Oz assured me they were going to be safe there. Nobody else outside the Marked Skulls knew the location. A few others of our brothers were assigned to guard the house at all times.

  It was out by the Everglades and deserted and we parked our bikes outside and took all of them in.

  Amanda and Harley were stuck together like glue. It was understandable why Harley didn’t want to let her daughter out of sight.

  Alexis and Lila had filled me in on the way about how Harley had taken charge when the man tried to abduct Kaya through the window. They said she’d acted bravely with little regard to her own life. They were confident that with Harley in their midst, nothing was going to happen to them.

  I watched Harley and Amanda together now. I wished I had some way of communicating to her how brave she was when she needed to be. She had no idea how courageous she was. Just like she didn’t know how beautiful she was either.

  I watched her talking to the other women, keeping her head down and voice down too because she was back to being scared now. But with the gun in her hand earlier, she was a whole different person. I needed her to be strong. Just today and tonight and I was going to do everything I could to keep her safe.

  “Hey,” I said, walking up behind her while she was speaking to Amanda. She looked up at me with her wide green eyes. Her face was reddish with worry now and she was constantly wringing her hands together.

  “We’re going to take care of this,” I said. Harley nodded but she looked away from me. I was worried that she had stopped trusting me. Stopped believing that I could take care of this.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked and Harley shook her head.

  “I’m all right, really. I just want to settle Amanda in,” she said and took her daughter’s hand. Lila was showing the others their rooms and Harley joined the group.

  I watched her walk away. She was trying to be polite with everyone, smile forcibly as often as she could but I could sense that something was wrong. Something wasn’t quite right anymore and I didn’t know what else I could do to fix it with her.

  I was determined to keep them safe, but I needed Harley to believe in me as well. But she was a mother, and nothing was more important to her than her daughter’s safety. I understood that.

  * * *

  I found Oz smoking outside in the balcony and I joined him. We hadn’t had a chance to really catch up since my return. He was my mentor and I respected him, but we were friends too.

  “Kaya told me how brave Harley was in there. I think she feels like she owes both of you her life now,” Oz said with a smile, thumping my back.

  “Yeah, Harley’s special.”

  “Treat the special ones right, brother,” Oz remarked and offered me a cigarette. I smoked mine slowly while I looked out, my mind still occupied with Harley and what I could do to make her feel better.

  “You okay?” Oz asked, interrupting my thoughts and I looked over at him and nodded.

  “I think I am now, but I’m not sure if Harley is,” I said. Oz crossed his brows. “She’s very worried about Amanda and how all this is affecting her.”

  Oz nodded. He understood.

  “And the whole reason why I got out of there, how I could get out of there was Harley. I was very close to giving up when I met her. In a lot of ways, I owe her my life too,” I said and Oz smiled.

  “We all owe our lives to these women. They don’t even know how they’ve saved us,” he told me and I agreed. They’d changed us, Harley had changed something in me. I didn’t even realize I could adore a kid as much as I adored Amanda. And it had only been a few days.

  “I want to make her feel safe. Make her see that she’s going to be okay. Is that weird?” I asked and Oz laughed.

  “I feel you, brother. That was how I felt when I first met Kaya too. What the Fuck is happening to me?”

  I gulped. I couldn’t believe I was actually having this conversation with someone.

  “But it’s real. It’s all very real. We just got really lucky and found these women and for some reason, they want to be with us.”

  We heard the sound of their voices now as they returned to the lounge area. Oz chucked his cigarette out and went inside. I followed him and saw Harley and Amanda together again.

  “I was going to take Kaya out for ice-cream, and I’m wondering if there’s a seven-year-old somewhere around here who would like to join us,” Oz said aloud.

  I saw the excitement in Amanda’s eyes.

  “Me! Me!” she squealed.

  “Where? Where?” Oz joked, looking around and the others laughed.

  Harley was grinning too now, seeing her daughter in a better mood.

  “Do you mind if we take her? We’ll look after her,” Kaya said to Harley who nodded.

  “I don’t mind at all. Have fun baby,” she said to Amanda who quickly went over and held Kaya’s hand.

  Oz turned to me before he left and winked. I knew what he meant—talk to her. I could almost hear his voice.

  The others scattered away and Harley looked up at me with nervous eyes. What was I supposed to say to her now?

  * * *

  I followed her to the room she was going to stay in. When I shut the door behind me, Harley sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at her nervous hands while I looked around, wondering what to do.

  I wasn’t exactly experienced in this kind of thing. I’d never tried to console a woman before, listened to her or offered my advice. But Oz was right, I needed to make sure Harley knew exactly what she meant to me.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked her and eventually, she looked up at me with her big green eyes.

  “I’m trying to just get through this,” she replied and forced a weak smile on her face.

  “I know you’re feeling afraid.”

  “Not for myself, for Amanda. I didn’t want her to experience this,” she said and I nodded.

  “I didn’t want that either. I hoped I’d be able to deal with the situation while you and Amanda stayed safe somewhere. None of us were expecting them to attack T-Bone that soon,” I told her.

  Harley looked away from me and fiddled with her fingers.

  “I’m sorry, Harley.”

  “You have nothing to be sorry about!”

  “But I want you and Amanda to feel safe,” I argued and she looked up at me sharply. I noticed then how bloodshot her eyes were. Was she on the verge of crying?

  “I was an idiot to think that we could be safe anywhere!”

  I walked up to her and crouched down in front of her, trying to make sure I caught her eye while I spoke to her now.

  “Harley. Look at me!”

  She did, even though I knew she didn’t want to.

  “Do you regret your decision to get out of there? To come away with me?” I asked.

  She gulped and licked her lips nervously.

  “Harley?”

  “I don’t know!” she said.

  I breathed in deeply and ran a hand through my hair.<
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  “So, you would have rather stayed there? Under Caesar’s boot? Waiting for the day he actually lost his shit and did what he’s been threatening to do?”

  She looked up at me with her eyes soaked in tears now.

  “He was going to hurt Amanda eventually. It was just a matter of time,” I said.

  She rubbed a hand over her mouth.

  “Yes, I know that. And no, I don’t regret leaving with you,” she said.

  I peered into her eyes.

  “Tell me what I can do, Harley? To make you feel better,” I spoke to her in a quieter voice now.

  Before I could say anything else, she had thrown herself at me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I stroked her hair and nuzzled my nose in her neck.

  “You don’t have to do anything more, Dash. You’re doing enough,” she said.

  * * *

  When Harley eventually pulled herself away from me, I could see she’d been crying. But now she rapidly blinked her eyes. They were red.

  “I’m going to do everything I can, Harley. I promised you, I’m going to end this tonight.”

  She nodded her head and dabbed her cheeks with her fingers.

  “I trust you. I know you will. Still, I can’t help feeling this sinking feeling in my stomach. That something is going to go wrong. That Caesar is going to find his way to us eventually,” she said.

  I reached for her knees and stroked them gently.

  “I’m not going to let him get to you. This house is surrounded with people on your side, people here to keep you safe. Nobody is going to get close to Amanda. Let alone Caesar,” I said and she nodded.

  “I just want it to be over.”

  “It will be, very soon.”

  I touched her cheek and she closed her eyes as she tried to hold her tears back.

  “I’ve been waiting for this day for the past seven years. Since Amanda’s birth. Since I realized just how much danger we were in because of who her father is,” Harley continued.

  My fingers travelled down from her cheek to her lips. I grazed them. Soft and plump. She opened her eyes. They were heavy.

  “You’ve waited too long for this, and I’m going to make sure you don’t have to wait another day,” I told her.

  Just as I was about to pull my hand away, she caught it.

  “But promise me, Dash, you’re going to be safe. I won’t be able to deal with it if anything happens to you,” she told me.

  She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it, then rubbed it gently on her cheek again. I never knew it could feel so good being with a woman.

  “I’m going to try my best to come back to you and Amanda in one piece,” I replied with a smile, but Harley wasn’t smiling.

  She pulled my hand down her neck, down her front till I was cupping her breast. She stared into my eyes, holding my gaze strongly.

  “I just want you to come back to me,” she said.

  I squeezed her breast and she closed her eyes, breathing in sharply and I cupped her other breast too. That dress looked sexy on her. I’d picked a great one! My hands ran over her body, every curve, and I leaned in so I could kiss her.

  Harley had her mouth open in greeting and I drove my tongue into her mouth. She sucked me in and fell back gently on the bed. I followed her back, fuzed to her mouth, covering her body with mine. My hands travelled down, feeling the curves of her hips, lingering on the edge of her dress till I was roughly pulling it up.

  Just when I was going to stroke her pussy, she twisted herself around, pushing me back and then sitting up in bed. She kept her eyes on me, holding my gaze as she rolled off the edge of the bed and then got down on her knees on the carpet.

  I knew exactly what she wanted to do now.

  * * *

  I sat up on the edge of the bed and Harley wedged herself between my legs. Slowly, she started undoing my belt and then pulling my jeans down. I watched her do it, sitting on her knees with her butt sticking out.

  I wanted nothing more than to smack that butt again. But she was busy.

  Then my cock was in her hands and she was stroking me, positioning herself so her mouth was level with my cock. She started lowering her head and I breathed in sharply.

  She opened her mouth wide over my erect rock-hard cock and I braced myself for impact. I felt her soft delicious tongue slide up and down my cock and I groaned. Throwing my head back and shutting my eyes as I enjoyed the moment.

  Her mouth was juicy and wet, and my cock slid up and down her tongue.

  At first Harley could only go an inch or so deep. I was too big for her and she was still getting used to it. I grabbed her by the head and angled her further down and she opened her mouth wider.

  Now my cock was sliding deeper down her throat and I groaned harder. She caught my balls in her hand and squeezed gently. It sent an electric shock down my spine. I grabbed her with both my hands. My cock slid even deeper down her mouth and I heard her choke.

  I pulled my cock out and she licked her lips, breathing hard. I assumed she would need a break but she lunged at me again. My cock was between her lips. Tightly fitting like a glove. My head reeled. This felt amazing.

  I held her by her hair tightly as she moved her body and her mouth in a slow motion. Her tongue stroked the tip of my cock, her hand squeezed my balls. I knew I was going to come very soon. With a mouth like that, I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

  Harley looked up at me. Her eyes wide and heavy with desire. I wanted to know if it made her wet to do this to me.

  I wanted her to feel just as good as I was feeling.

  She kept her mouth open, her tongue was doing a good job. With every stroke I was pushed further and further to the edge of coming inside her mouth, but I roared and held back.

  My cock sloshed out of her mouth and Harley stared at me.

  “What did I do wrong?” she asked in a meek voice. This woman had no idea just how perfect she was. I needed to show her.

  24

  Harley

  Harley

  I was kneeling in front of Dash, looking up at him with apology when he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Why did he make me stop? I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted him to know just how good he made me feel. How I didn’t want to lose him.

  I could still taste him in my mouth. I could still feel the strength and the throb of his cock down my throat.

  “You did nothing wrong, Harley,” he growled and he grabbed my shoulders and hauled me back up on the bed.

  “We’re switching positions,” he said and now he positioned me. I was the one on the edge of the bed, with my legs dangling off while he kneeled between them.

  My pussy was wet and throbbing. My clit was swollen. It felt good to pleasure him, to make him feel good. It felt good to know just how much he wanted me.

  I felt his hot breath falling on my legs as he started rolling down my panties. My dress was pushed up to my waist. I was panting, waiting for the moment when Dash touched me that way again. Where I wanted him to.

  Then his tongue was on me, on my swollen clit, and I gasped.

  “Oh my God!”

  It was like my eyes had rolled back in my head and I jerked up straight. But Dash used his hands to push me back on the bed again. He wanted me to keep lying down.

  I stared up at the ceiling, experiencing this amazing feeling that was taking over my body right now. His tongue on my clit was maybe the most explosive thing I had ever experienced. He licked it, teased it, nibbled at it till it felt like the way it was throbbing would never stop.

  The knots in my belly were tightening, just with his tongue alone. I felt like I would explode any minute now. Then his tongue traveled down from my clit to the juicy wet folds of my pussy.

  I gasped sharply again as he used his tongue to part my folds gently. He was good at this. He knew exactly how to use his lips and his tongue. How to make me feel like nothing else in the world mattered as much as Dash’s mouth.

  For the first time in
seven years, this was all about me!

  Dash plunged his tongue into my pussy and I cried out his name. He couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t let him. His tongue inside my pussy was magnificent.

  He lapped up my juices, licking and tasting every drop of it that dribbled from my pussy. But he wasn’t forgetting about my clit.

  While his tongue thrust in and out of my pussy, he used his thumb to stroke my clit. I rolled my hips seductively. Enjoying this more than anything I’d enjoyed before.

  By the time Dash had picked up a rhythm, I was gasping for air.

  * * *

  His tongue dove in and out of my pussy and I clutched onto the bedsheets with my hands. I was rolling my hips, thrusting them upwards towards his face while he held on to my hips.

  I raised my head for just a second, to get a look at him. Dash was big and strong, hunched over me between my thighs, his face pressed tightly to my pussy. I felt feather light in his hands, like he could mold and shape me to whatever.

  My mouth hung open with pleasure, I stared back up at the ceiling again. I could feel my clit throbbing under the soft pressure of his thumb. He knew exactly how to set it in motion. I knew I was going to come.

  “Dash…” I breathed his name in a whisper as my orgasm took over. I couldn’t stop it now, even if I wanted to. He kept his mouth fixed to my pussy as my body thrashed around and my toes curled.

  I could feel my juices pouring out of me, dribbling into his mouth as he licked me up. His tongue continued to move inside me. I was coming hard. My body was on fire. My clit was on fire too. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. How safe this felt. No man had made me feel this way. Made me feel like it was possible to take pleasure from an experience like this.

  Dash was making all this come true!

  When I was done and my harsh breathing started to subside, he pulled his mouth away and looked up at me. There was a happy smirk on his face. He was happy with the way my body had reacted to him.