Protecting Mine (Unforgiven Riders Book 2)

by Amy Davies

  “I like the ‘just fucked’ look on you, babe. You ready to head back downstairs?” He winks at me, the anger from his voice gone. I turn around, giving him a sexy smile, while sliding my hands over my skirt. I love the feel of leather under my fingertips. I lick my lips and let my fingers skim over the inside of my thigh, taunting him.

  “Woman, I will take you again if you don’t get that sexy fucking arse downstairs.” He pushes down on his cock and walks towards the door.

  I shrug. “Fine. Let’s go, handsome.” I go to walk past him but stop short. I rest my hand on his dick and squeeze. At the same time I lean up and kiss his delectable lips. He kisses me back, then deepens it, but I pull back, shaking my head at him.

  “Let’s go.” I walk out the door, trusting he will close it behind him. I can feel his gaze on my body as we walk down the stairs. We enter the bar again, and I can see his brothers are still here, flirting and drinking. They might be good for business. He slaps my arse hard as I hit the end of the bar. I yelp and spin around to scowl at him, but he slams his mouth onto mine, silencing my bitching.

  Cat-calls and cheers sound over the band playing in the corner. His hands grip my arse cheeks, holding me firmly against his hardening dick. God, does this man ever stay soft?

  I reach my arms around to the back of his neck and yank on the hair there, making him growl but look down at me. He doesn’t have to look far, because even out of heels I’m five-foot-ten. Wes is at least six-foot-two or three. He is a big bloke, just how I like them.

  “I need to work. Keep your lips away from me for now.”

  “Never, baby. Now that you agreed to be mine, I get to kiss, lick, and fuck you anytime, anyplace, I want.”

  “He nailed it,” comes a slurred voice behind us. I turn and see EC saluting us with a shot, but most of the alcohol in the glass spills over the girl next to him. She screeches and jumps from her seat. I stifle a laugh and pull out of Wes’s embrace to help clean her and the mess on my bar up.

  “They’re slashed, boss. We need to call someone to come and pick them up.” I nod, agreeing with him. EC, Batch and Maze are fucking hammered.

  “I’ll get Wesley to call someone.” Andrew nods and goes down the other side of the bar, but stops.

  “You good?” he asks. I feel Dyson come up behind me, before resting his hand on my hip. Warmth spreads through me from his touch.

  “Yeah, I’m good.” I give him a sincere smile, and he carries on down the bar.

  “Fuck yeah, you’re good. You’ll be even better when you have those sexy lips of yours wrapped around my cock, making me feel good.” His warm breath tickles my ear and bare shoulder.

  “Maybe,” I smart off and walk behind the bar. Picking up a cloth, I clean the bar down. The Riders have spilt more liquid than they’ve drunk. The Silver Bowl doesn’t like spillage.

  “Oh, Wes, you’re gonna need to get a car here to get these dickheads home. There is no way they can drive their bikes.”

  He nods, holding his phone up for me to see. “Yeah, got a cage coming for them.”

  “A cage?”

  “A car. Us bikers don’t like being locked in a car. We like the wind around us. We feel caged in when we’re inside a car.”

  “Fair enough.” I collect their glasses and put them in the crate for cleaning. Dyson walks over to his brothers, where the fist-bumps and high-fives start.

  I leave them to it and help Andrew and Nell clean up the bar and get ready to shut it down for the night. Only the MC boys are here, and with Dyson getting them sorted, we can close straight after they leave.

  Not fifteen minutes later, a young lad comes in and walks over to the brothers. He helps Dyson get the three drunken men out of the door. Wes looks back at me and winks, so I blow him a kiss, before the door closes behind him.

  I just hope to fuck that he doesn’t hurt me.

  Dyson

  The beauty in my arms is making my heart melt, making me want more in life, but maybe not in the form of a little person. Maybe an old lady or a dog. Speaking of bitches, I haven’t seen Jamie in two days. Things have been busy for both of us.

  Blair startles in my arms, and I quickly soothe her by running my hand over her tiny head. She likes it when I do this, because her daddy does it too.

  I’m watching little Bean, as I call her, because Ace is taking Ana for another check-up. When she was pregnant, she refused any brain scans, fearing it would harm the baby. Blair whimpers again in my arms, so I check the time. She’s due a bottle. Shit. I can remember how to do this. I’m a badarse biker, for fucks sake.

  I lean forward and flip her baby bag open, feeling around for the bottle. I must jolt her a little, because Bean lets out a cracking wail. Holy fuck, I forgot what a set of lungs she has on her.

  “Shh, Bean. I will get it sorted soon. Give me two secs, yeah,” I rush out, still digging through her bag. I find the bottle.

  “Finally,”

  I mutter, still trying to soothe the baby. I look at the bottle and see that it’s not mixed yet. The powdered milk is in a container inside the bottle. “How the fuck am I supposed to mix that?”

  Bean is screaming now. How the fuck does a five-week-old baby scream so damned loud? I try to balance her and open the bottle to mix in the milk, but I am just not getting anywhere. Fucking hell. My heart is racing because people are watching, shaking their heads with disapproval at me.

  “A little help wouldn’t go amiss,” I growl at two older ladies, who shake their heads at me. “Bitches. I know, baby, I know. I’m doing the best I can.”

  “Need a hand?” My head snaps up at the voice, and my whole body relaxes as I see Jamie standing before me.

  “Fuck yes. Baby or bottle?”

  “Bottle. Definitely bottle.” I chuckle and hand it over. I watch as she mixes Blair’s bottle expertly. “How the hell do you know how to do that?” I enquire.

  “I used to babysit.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Here.” She hands me the bottle and goes to walk away. What the fuck?

  “Hey, where you going?” She brings her gaze to mine, and she looks pissed.

  “I don’t do liars, Dyson. I knew it was too good to be true.”

  “You don’t know jack shit. Again.”

  “So tell me that you’re not holding a baby right now. Your daughter.” She folds her arms across her chest, making her tits push up in her V-neck t-shirt. She is wearing a white V-neck top, under a burgundy fitted leather jacket, with dark blue jeans on and some brown knee-high boots. Sexy as sin, my woman.

  “Do you really think so low of me that I would hide a daughter from you?” She shrugs her shoulders and looks away. “Babe, look at me.”

  After a few beats, she brings her gaze back to mine. I can see some pain in her eyes. She truly believes I lied to her. I shake my head and tap the seat next to me.

  “Sit.”

  “Why should I?” Fuck me, she’s being a bitch again.

  “Because I told you to,” I snark back, knowing it will rile her up. I like her fired up.

  “Ex-fucking-cuse me?”

  “Babe, just sit your sexy arse down and let me introduce you to my Bean. Please?” Our gazes stay locked on each other, until she blinks and sits next to me, making sure she doesn’t touch me. Bollocks to that. I shuffle across the bench until our thighs are touching. I wish I could put my arm around her, but I’m feeding Blair.

  “Jamie, babe, I want you to meet Blair, aka Bean—well, to me anyway. Blair is Ace and Ana’s daughter. She is five-weeks-old.” Her face softens when she hears my explanation. This is why I want her so much; not much drama. She knows when she’s right and will admit when she’s wrong.

  “So why are you watching her?”

  “Ace took Ana to her check-up. I said I’d watch this little darlin’ bundle of joy for them.” She nods and reaches over to stroke Blair’s face. Her smile takes over her face, and I can’t help but grin at the interaction between two very important girls in my life. Blaire l
ets the bottle go and grips Jamie’s finger in her tiny hand. Jamie gasps.

  “She is a beaut, right?”

  “Yeah, so sweet.” We sit in silence, watching Blair take her bottle. I burp her a few times and watch the people around the park. The silence is comfortable, no awkwardness between us.

  “Such a sweet family,” an elderly lady says as she walks past with her husband. I don’t correct her. I just smile and thank them. Jamie doesn’t say a word.

  Blair falls asleep in my arms, and I set her back in the pram. The fucking pram. Why didn’t I think to lay her down to make her bottle? Fucking idiot.

  “Is it strange that, even with how cute and good she is, I have zero desire to have one of my own?” I chuckle and place my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to me.

  “Not really. I feel the same way. I love her to pieces but having one of my own… Nope.”

  “I’m glad we’re on the same page, then.” She laughs, snuggling closer. I love the feel of her against me. “So why is Ana getting a check-up. Is everything okay?”

  I sigh and breathe out a big breath. “Just before Ana found out she was pregnant with Bean, she was kidnapped by her ex-husband. He beat her pretty badly, gave her one hell of a brain injury. She had some short-term memory loss and behavioural issues. She’s okay now, except when she’s tired; then she’s snarky as fuck and forgets things.”

  “Even after all this time?”

  “Yeah. She is amazing though. She’s a tough cookie. Plus, she has the club and her sister supporting her. She’s like a sister to me, and you know Ace is my best mate.”

  “Aww, do you share toys and braid each other’s hair?” she jokes.

  “Woman, Ace don’t share with anyone, and neither do I.” I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me, and take her lips in a bruising kiss. She falls into the kiss. I slide my hands into her hair, holding her to me. Her tongue plays with mine, her flavour bursting into my mouth and making my cock twitch in my jeans.

  “We need to stop,” she mutters against my lips. But I don’t stop kissing her.

  “Yeah, yeah, in a minute,” I say against her lips, before slanting my head and deepening the kiss. Before we can get carried away, Jamie breaks away, biting her bottom lip, making me want to bend her over this bench, rip her jeans and underwear down her legs, and fuck her into next week, public or not.

  “What the hell do you do to me?” She wiggles her eyebrows and smiles at me.

  “I can do anything you want me to, handsome.”

  “Anything?” I can think of a few things she would never do to me. Or would she? A threesome maybe? I’ve had a few in the past with the boys from the club, when we fucked a few girls at the same time, but will Jamie allow another girl touch me?

  “Anything. I’m not the shy girl you knew back then, Wes. This is the Jamie you now get.” I lean in and kiss along her neck, up to her ear, breathing in her scent. She smells like strawberries today.

  “A threesome?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, making her giggle.

  “Maybe?” Fuck me.

  “Shit,” I mutter, feeling my cock twitch, before continuing, “I liked the old Jamie. I wish I had talked to her more. But I really fucking like this new Jamie. In some ways you’re still the same person, only stronger. The old Jamie would run a fucking mile with the things I want to do to her. Whereas this Jamie will scream for more.” I suck on her neck, causing her to moan my name. I’m marking her this time. Payback for the scratch marks on my chest—not that I didn't love them.

  Her gaze takes in my face when I pull back to look at her. Her hand goes to her neck, and I smirk at her. She smiles and shakes her head at me.

  “You like making me scream, don’t you?” she states. I nod and lean in to kiss her again. I have never wanted to kiss a woman the way I want to kiss her. It’s fucking strange to want to kiss her all the fucking time. I feel like a teenage boy around her, kissing and busting a nut in my jeans when she touches me.

  “Fuck yeah, I do.” A group of boys come whizzing past us on skateboards, shouting dirty comments at us. Little shits.

  “Hey, at least I have a girlfriend, fuckers. All you have is dirty free porn and your hands for comfort,” I yell after the kids. A young couple walking past laughs at my comments, and I wink at them. I turn to face Jamie, and she’s staring at me, a panicked look on her face.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” I cup her face.

  “You called me your girlfriend?”

  “Well yeah. What the hell did you think you were? You aren’t ready for the old lady title yet. You said so yourself.”

  “I have never been anyone’s girlfriend before, just a fuck-buddy.”

  “Never had a boyfriend?” I ask in shock. She was too damn beautiful in college. There’s no way she never had a boyfriend. I heard around college that she turned a lot of the guys down, but never? She has never had a boyfriend? Fuck me. Then it hits me, like a wrecking ball to the chest.

  She was a fucking virgin when they raped her.

  Her eyes search mine, and she knows I’ve worked it out. She gives a slight nod, confirming my thoughts.

  Motherfuckers deserve to die for this.

  My fists tighten, ready to smash some faces in. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

  “Hey, look at me.” Her voice is firm. I open my eyes to see her looking me, her face smiling and looking beautiful as always. I don’t deny my lips their craving of her. I move in again and kiss her lips, branding her as mine. I pull back and rest my head against hers when she speaks.

  “It’s over with. They can’t hurt me anymore. I won’t allow it. I’m stronger than them, and do you know why?” I shake my head. “Because I can face reality. They have to hide behind a mask to keep their secrets hidden. Me, I have no secrets. I refuse to hide anymore.”

  Fuck me, her strength turns me on.

  “You are one strong bitch, you know that?” I smirk at her. Before I speak again, Blair stirs. Oh fuck, I had completely forgot about her. We both burst out laughing, and I stand and start rocking the pram back and forth.

  “This is why we can’t ever have kids,” Jamie says between laughs.

  “Oh, baby, I’m happy with that. I really don't think I could share your pussy or tits with another human, no matter how cute they would be, because believe me, we would make some beautiful children.”

  She nods.

  “But did you really just say you wouldn’t share my pussy or my tits with a baby?”

  “Hell yeah, I did.”

  “You are a strange bastard, Wesley Taylor.” I wink at her.

  “Baby, I don’t want another person inside your vag, only my cock goes in there. No other fucker gets to suck on your nipples, only me—well, maybe another sexy woman in our bed for the night.” I wink, and she bursts out laughing. I hold my hand out for her to take, which she does.

  “Let’s walk back to the car. I’m not liking those grey clouds over there.”

  “You’re lucky I walked here.”

  “Where were you going, anyway?” I ask.

  “Only to the market. I like walking around the stalls,” she explains on the way to the car. Once I’ve loaded Blair into her car seat and put her pram in the boot, we both climb into the car and wait for Ace and Ana. My bike is parked behind the car, so I’m going to finally get this woman at my back when we go for a ride.

  “We’ll go together one day. Maybe we’ll find a stall that sells some sexy lingerie for you to model for me.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, making her laugh. The sounds vibrates through my body, making my cock buzz with want.

  It also makes me want to make her smile and laugh every day—oh, and make her climax every day and night. The thought of making her come over and over for the next fifty-years makes my cock the hardest it’s ever been. Who the fuck would have thought Wesley-fucking-Taylor would want to settle down? But then again, have you seen my girl?

  Jamie

  The band in the corner is rocking it tonight.
They are an eighties cover-band. Everyone is working tonight. We knew this band would bring in the customers, and thanks to Dyson, the Unforgiven Riders have become regulars here. It has been three weeks of them coming here, since I agreed to try this couple thing with Dyson.

  The band are singing ‘Footloose’, and we are all dancing and jiving behind the bar. We even manage to remember some of the dance routine from the movie. Thank God I wore something I can dance in. I threw on some leather trousers, with my black biker boots and a white thick-strapped camisole over a black bra. Tacky to some, sexy to me.

  My hair is down with a little curl to it, and my accessories include plenty of silver bracelets and hoop earrings. My eye make-up is smoky, and my lips are a bright matt red, something I know Dyson loves.

  Speaking of Dyson…

  The brothers walk in like they own the place, and men stare, wanting to be them. The women look, wanting to bed them. I smile when our gazes lock. Dyson winks and heads straight for me.

  My heart is beating a mile a minute in my chest. My mouth waters at the sight of him, wearing his usual dark grey t-shirt under his cut. He’s trimmed his beard, so he has some sexy stubble now, framing his jaw.

  “Hey, sexy,” he greets me and leans over the bar for a kiss. I meet him halfway, giving him a quick view of the girls before our lips meet. Being typical Wesley, his gaze drops before shooting up to my eyes. I raise an eyebrow at him, and he smirks at me, not fazed in the slightest that he was caught checking out my tits.

  “Hey,” I say, licking my lips when I pull back. I can taste him on me. Smoke and coffee. I haven’t seen him smoke much, but I know he does.

  “How you been, babe? I haven’t seen you in two days.”

  “Well, whose fault was that? You were the one who agreed to go on the club run. I’ve been here, waiting for you. All warm and dripping. I had to flick the bean three times last night after we spoke, just to take the edge off. Do you realize you have one hell of a sexy phone voice, Mr Taylor?” I wink at him.