Protecting Mine (Unforgiven Riders Book 2)

by Amy Davies

  “Baby, I need to work. I have bills to pay as well.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Oh, and on the ‘flicking the bean’ thing, fucking stop. Each and every one of your orgasms are mine, Miss London. I own them, do you hear me?”

  I straighten up, resting my hands on the bar, effectively pushing my breasts together. Wesley’s eyes drop once again, but this time they stay secure on my tits. He licks his lips, and I chuckle at him.

  “Woman, I need to taste them. Fuck, I need to run my tongue over every inch of your sexy body.” I watch has he reaches down and adjusts his dick in his jeans, unashamed that people can see him.

  “Later. I’m busy, babe.” I wave my arm around the room.

  He crooks his finger at me, and I move closer. His eyes devour me. The green of his eyes gets darker when he’s turned on. It makes him look more menacing. I lick my lips and close the gap. His lips brush over mine, only just making contact. Our eyes are still open, and I see him wink at me.

  “Later, baby. You have people to serve drinks to. Later, you can serve me—on your knees while you suck my fucking cock.” With that, he walks away and heads in the direction of his brothers in the booth across from the bar.

  Oh, you fucking vagina tease.

  I throw the cloth that was resting on the bar next to me at him. He turns and laughs at me, sending a sexy smirk my way. I see people smiling at the action before I turn to serve the next customer.

  The band starts singing ‘Eye of the Tiger’, and I can’t help but smile at the song. This is one of the ultimate songs about strength and power. The lyrics tell of how you can rise up and take a chance and beat the challenges you face. And fuck me if that isn't right.

  I make the next drink and give it to the smiling customer, before taking her money and turning to add it into the till.

  The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and not in a good way. I turn to look around the room, while gingerly giving the woman her change. I give her a tentative smile, while my eyes scan the room, but I don’t see anyone.

  My gaze lands on Dyson in the booth and notice his attention set firmly on the door, as is Batch and Court’s. I follow their gaze and my heart literally stops beating in my chest. My palms become sweaty, my throat dry.

  I see them smile at a group of girls they pass by, and my heart races. Images from that night come flooding back into my head, and my fists clench, ready to throw down with these fuckers.

  I look back at Wesley, and he’s walking towards me, his fierce eyes locked on me. I shake my head and smash my lips together in anger. The other brothers walk behind Wesley, ready to back up their brother if needed—or me. But they don’t need to defend me, because I will smash their fucking rapist faces in on my own.

  They stop by the bar, and I waste no time in going over to them to make them leave. My anger builds with every step. What the hell gives them the right to come into my place of business and strut around like they own the place, to act like they didn’t gang-rape the owner?

  Motherfucking rapists. All of them should be put against a wall and shot.

  David sees me coming and smirks at me. God, that smirk used to get to me, not anymore.

  “Get. Out.” I don’t beat around the bush—though I would love nothing more than to beat these pricks with a bush covered in barbed wire.

  The music stops as Phillip and Carl turn to face me. All three of them are wearing similar smiles on their faces, like the cat who got the canary. Well, this canary bites back now.

  “Oh, Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. Fuck me, boys, didn’t she grow up well,” David smarts off. The other two nod in agreement.

  “Hell yeah, she did, mate. But all those tattoos and her new look makes her look skanky. I think I prefer the preppy look she had back in the day,” Carl adds.

  “Well, I can tell you now, fuckers, that I’m not the same girl. So go ahead and try and fuck with me, and see what happens to you.” I see Dyson and the boy’s close ranks around the ‘Tiny Dick Crew’, as I named them back in the day. I smirk, knowing the TDC don’t see the Unforgiven Riders come up behind them. I shake my head slightly at Wesley, informing him that I need to handle this. He gives me a nod but keeps watch.

  “I could fuck with you all day, sweetheart,” Carl says. Phillip stays quiet again, ever the silent type. I see people have stopped chatting and drinking and are watching the interaction between us. The bar owner and the three men in town, who everyone knows because of their family names. Back in the day, my dads knew that going to the police would be a waste of time, but now… Maybe now is the time for people to know exactly what these wankers did back then.

  “Oh, you will, huh?” He nods, a slimy smile on his face. “Oh, you mean like you did back when we were in college, when you held me down while David raped me? Or when you raped me while Phillip held me down and David slapped me around, almost breaking my jaw, punching me so hard my eye had swollen shut? I had three cracked ribs from the beating you gave me.” I’m breathing heavily, my anger and everything I have held in breaking free. I refuse to cry in front of them, but later, I know I’m going to crumble, and I hope to hell that Dyson will be there to hold me.

  “We did nothin’ to you, you skank,” Carl screams.

  “Fucking lying cunt. Who the fuck do you think you’re messing with?” David seethes. I smile, making sure I make eye contact with each of them.

  “A bunch of pathetic wankers, that's who. The only thing I regret is not going to the police, but we all know everyone here knows that your wankers of fathers would have found a way to bail you out of this mess and cover it up. But from what I heard, you got what you deserved.” I smirk, leaning on the bar, feeling safe because the brothers have moved closer, and not only because of them, but because I’m stronger than I was that night.

  Carl and David have the fucking cheek to check out my tits when I lean forward. I shake my head at their audacity. Knobheads.

  “Now that everyone knows what you three did, you can leave the way you came in, and please, please, please, let the door hit you on the way out. Or they could remove you for me, since I don’t like to touch infected things.” I point to the Unforgiven Riders. I can’t stop the smile that slides across my face when they turn around and see who is standing behind them. Their smiles soon drop from their ugly mugs.

  “Not feeling so big now, are you, knobhead?”

  “Once a slag, always a slag, I see,” Carl pipes in.

  “A slag? Mate, I was a fucking virgin the night you three tiny dicks raped and beat me.” I sneer at him.

  “Bullshit, you were loose as fuck when I stuck my di—” David stops his speech when he realises what words he’s spewing. I hear a deep chuckle to the side, and I turn to see Dyson now leaning against the bar, next to Carl.

  Court is on the other side of David, and the rest of the boys are behind them.

  “Oh no, carry on with what you were going to say. We are genuinely interested in the shit that’s coming out of your mouth, tiny dick,” Court says. The brothers chuckle, not hiding their amusement.

  “Fuck this shit. We don’t have to stand here and listen to this rubbish,” David hisses. He turns to leave, and Phillip follows him. Always the fucking sheep.

  “Watch your back, Jamie,” Carl adds, but he doesn't get far. Dyson grips the front of his perfectly ironed shirt and pulls him close.

  “You ever come near my woman again, or even look at her, breathe her name, and I will come for you. We will all come for you, fucker. Stay. The. Fuck. Away.” He pushes him away, and Philip catches him before all three of the Tiny Dick Crew leaves the way they came in.

  I drop my head down to my chest and close my eyes, releasing the breath I didn’t know I was holding. I take a few deep breaths, calming my erratically beating heart. It’s not going crazy out of fear, but out of anger and freedom. I have wanted to face those three for years. I knew there was a chance we would see each other.

  “Brother,” someone says.

  In a flash, I feel Wesley
next to me. His hand rests on my back, moving up and down in a soothing motion. His lips meet my bare shoulder, and the feel of them calms me some. I take one more deep breath and straighten. I look down the bar at my employees and then at the customers. I go to speak to the room, but someone interrupts.

  “A round of drinks are on me,” someone bellows. Euan, I think. Cheers fill the room, and I see my staff filling drink orders double quick. Fuck, I love these guys.

  I face Wesley and he cups my face, before kissing me deeply. Wolf whistles sound around us, and I can’t help but smile again his lips. His tongue dips into my mouth, and I melt against him. Damn, this man can kiss. His arms tighten around my waist, keeping my body flush against his, his hard-on pressing into my lower belly.

  “Get a fucking room, you misfits.” I giggle, fucking giggle. Jamie London doesn’t giggle. Well, now she does, thanks to the brothers from the MC. Bastards.

  “Alright, fuckers, no looking at my girl,” Dyson’s demands, but the smile lets them know he’s messing around. I don’t argue when Dyson leads me up to my office. I need a break from all the eyes down here.

  Maybe he will make forget what just happened. Make me feel so fucking good that it’s only him I think of.

  Dyson

  I step into her office and pull her through the door, locking it behind us. She was hot as fuck downstairs, standing up to those fucking wankers. I know they hurt her, and I’m angry as fuck at them for that, but to see my woman stand up to three men who had to gang rape her to get some action, was sexy as fuck—like, the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

  “Strip. Now,” I growl out. I need to feel her against me. I need to be inside her now. I slip my cut off my shoulders and hang it on the back of the door. My t-shirt comes next. I watch as she lifts the top off her body, as she opens the buttons on her leather trousers and pulls them down her legs. Her boots get kicked off and her trousers flung away.

  She’s standing in front of me in a sexy as sin, black lacy bra and thong. I love that her tits are real. They are round, firm—just fucking perfect. My girl likes her black lace thong and bra sets. I need to bank that info for later.

  I step around her and sit on her desk chair in just my jeans and boots. I lean forward and remove my boots and socks, leaving Jamie to stand just inside the door. She cocks an eyebrow at me, and I smirk at her. I have learned that Jamie loves some kinky shit when it comes to sex, this is why she fits perfectly with me. I like to command in bed, but on a very, very rare occasion, I like to be commanded.

  I run my hands over my shoulders, my chest, and down to my stomach, biting my lip as I go. Jamie’s eyes track my hands’ every movement.

  “Tut, tut. Stay,” I tell her as she goes to step forward. I pop open the button on my jeans and lower the zipper, keeping my eyes on her standing there. She rubs her thighs together, so I know she’s getting turned on. I chuckle and decide it’s time to play with her.

  “Come to me.” She goes to step forward and I shake my head. She looks confused, until I speak again. “Crawl,” is all I say.

  She hesitates but keeps her eyes on me. I slide my hand into the top of my jeans, glad I went commando.

  “You want this?” I ask, gripping the base of my cock. She licks her lips and slowly drops to her hands and knees, answering me without words. And I am thanking God that Jamie had the office carpeted.

  Her gaze is filled with desire for me, and it fucking makes my cock weep. I pull him out and let her watch me stroke him slowly, while waiting for her to crawl to me. She’s like a fierce lioness, slowing stalking her prey, and that poor fucker—or in this case, lucky fucker—is me. She will devour my cock when she gets to me.

  I watch with upmost adoration for this woman on her hands and knees before me. One gliding limb at a time, she moves closer to me, our connection never breaking. Not even when she speaks.

  “Hit the green button on the black keyboard,” she tells me, her voice husky as fuck. Her arousal is affecting her tone of voice. Where men’s voices drop an octave or two, women’s go husky with need and want. Jesus Christ, she sounds sexy. I do as she asks and spin on the chair a little, so I can see the keyboard.

  I hit the green button and Kings of Leon’s ‘Sex on Fire’ starts playing into the room. I turn to face her and see she is smirking at me.

  “Apt song, baby.”

  “Mmhmm.” I sit and wait for her to reach me. My cock is still in my hand and the tip is leaking like a broken tap. He wants in her in any way possible.

  I watch her movements as she inches towards me at such a slow pace. Her movements are feline, graceful and sensual all at the same time. She is one sexy woman and all fucking mine.

  I slouch down in the seat, watching as she comes to a stop at my feet. There are no words that can justify how sexy and beautiful this woman looks. I can give all the descriptive words in the English dictionary and it still wouldn't be enough.

  “Up,” I demand. Slowly, she places her hands on my thighs and lifts herself up, but she stays on her knees. She knows exactly what I want from her.

  Good girl.

  “Grip me,” I order. She doesn’t hesitate. She lifts her hands and tugs on my jeans, pulling them down over my hips a little, just enough to have better access to my cock and balls. Licking her lips, she inches forward, before gliding her tongue across the head of my dick, tasting the precum that was sitting there.

  “You want this?” I ask her. Her eyes are sparkling with desire to suck my cock. She nods, and I smile at her.

  “Do you think you deserve to taste me, babe? To have my cock in that delectable mouth of yours?”

  “Yes,” comes her breathy, husky answer.

  “Come for me, then.” I take a hold of my dick and slap it against her tongue. The wet, sloppy sounds vibrate around the room. She whimpers, loving what I’m doing to her. She desperately wants to please me. I slap a few more times, before sliding my dick across her tongue, her saliva dripping down her chin. I catch it with my head of my dick and drag it back into her mouth, before pushing in further, hitting her throat.

  “Suck it. Hard, baby.” I watch as she opens her lips to a perfect ‘O’ and takes me into her warm mouth. The heat from her mouth engulfs me, causing a groan to leave my lips. I’d planned on keeping quiet, because I know it would piss her off.

  “Tease me.” I grip her hair, pulling her head up more, so her mouth is lined up to sink right down on me and she can bury her nose in the small amount of pubic hair I have at the base of my cock. I hate going fucking bare. I look all teenage boy and shit.

  Her tongue slides up one side of my cock and down the other, before tracing my balls. She sucks one into her mouth, using her tongue to move it around. Fucking hell, it feels amazing. Clearly, she has done this before.

  Anger bubbles up as I think about all the other cocks she’s fucked and sucked before me. I grip her hair to the point I know it must be hurting her. I lift her head, to see her face. I need to see if she’s enjoying this, or if I’m hurting her.

  “You okay?” I ask. I may be a cunt, but I know how to treat a woman.

  “Yeah, handsome. You liking it?”

  “Fuck yeah, back to it. I wanna spill my cum down your throat. Then I’m going to come in that tight little pussy that belongs to me.” I move her head back to my dick. She opens her pouty lips again and takes me to the back of her throat.

  Even though her mouth feels like heaven, I know her pussy will be total bliss. Tightening the grip I have on her hair again, I force her all the way down, making her gag. Placing my other hand over the one holding her hair, I can see tears running down her cheeks and hear the gagging noises she’s making.

  “Oh fuck, that feels good. Take it.” I hold her there for a few more seconds. Her nails dig into my thighs through my jeans, and I grit my teeth, loving the feel of her swallowing my cock down her throat. Her gagging gets louder, so I let her go.

  She gasps and snaps her head back, looking up at me. I’m pretty fucking sho
cked to see her mascara is still in place. I’m used to the club girls having a face full of makeup.

  “Fuck,” she mutters, gasping for air. Her hands have gone slack on my thighs, and she’s now rubbing her hands up and down them. Not what I was expecting. I was expecting her to tell me to fuck off. I look down and see a bright red lipstick mark on the base of my cock, evidence she’s been there.

  “God, I am so fucking wet right now, baby. I need you to fuck me hard.”

  “Yeah?” Nodding, she runs her hands up to the waistband of my jeans. Knowing what she wants, I help her out by lifting myself up, so she can pull them all the way down. My woman wants me naked, and she will get it. She can have any-fucking-thing she wants.

  “How do you want me, Wesley?”

  “Anywhere and everywhere, baby. Come here,” I growl. I’m so fucking happy she got tested like I told her to. I don’t want any-fucking-thing between us, not even a thin piece of latex. Her pussy feels like she’s wrapping my cock in warm, melted chocolate. Oh, now there is something else we need to try. Me licking melted chocolate off her tits. Damn.

  “Climb up. Ride me,” I demand. Slowly, she climbs to her feet, then straddles my thighs. I tear the thong off her body, snapping the material, earning me a yelp from her. I slap her arse, making her buck. She settles, and her pussy juice drips onto my heated skin. Damn, I love that I do this to her.

  Her tits are right in my face, so I take the opportunity and suck one nipple through the material of the bra. I reach around her and unsnap the offending garment and throw it across the room. I move to suck the bare, firm nipples into my mouth, taking my time with them both, because we can't have them feeling left out, can we.

  I grip her arse while she takes a firm hold of my dick and lines it at her wet, juicy hole that I love to fucking pound into.

  “Slide down, love.”

  Jamie smirks at me and rests her hands on my shoulders, before sinking down on my shaft.

  “God, that feels good inside me. Am I going to ride you hard or soft, Dyson?” I know she likes both. But after seeing her handle herself downstairs, I need fucking hard and fast.