Protecting Mine (Unforgiven Riders Book 2)

by Amy Davies

  “Fast and furious, babe.”

  She gives me a wicked smile and starts to move, back and forth on my dick. I grip her hips firmly and control her movements. Just because she’s on top, don’t mean shit. I am still in charge.

  Her inner muscles flutter as I hit her g-spot, and she groans my name. I watch in pure delight as she arches her back, her hair touching my thighs as she moves on me. Her tits bounce with every thrust.

  I lift my hands and cup each tit, her flesh filling my palms. The perfect pair of breasts, if you ask me. I watch with rapt attention as her hips snap and grind, admiring the curve of her back with each brush forward of her hips. I glide my hands down, settling them on her hips.

  She is simply the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

  Watching her makes all the other bitches I’ve fucked over the years fade away.

  “Come for me, baby. Ride my fucking cock. Make that cunt squirt all over me.”

  “Wesley. Oh fuck.”

  I lift her up and slam her back down on my shaft. She pants out loud and her gasps fill the room. I know she is close, her pussy is gripping my dick like it is scared he will run away

  “Tell me you need more.” Her lust-filled eyes lock on mine, but I don’t miss the confusion lingering. “Tell me,” I hiss.

  “I want more. I need more,” she says on a gasp as I pick her up and walk over to the sofa. I lower us down, keeping my cock deep inside her heat. Gripping the back of her head, I pull her lips to mine. The kiss isn’t soft or slow; it’s hard and full of need. I need this woman.

  “I need to move, handsome.”

  “As you wish, baby,” I say. I brace her above me and start to hammer into her. She gasps and pants, begging for more. “You fucking love it hard, don’t you, my little slut?”

  “Yes. Oh fuck, I’m coming,” Jamie belts out to the room, making my ego double in size.

  “Fucking come, baby. Do it.”

  “Dyson!” I slow my thrusts, riding her orgasm with her. My hand grips her arse, and I flip her over onto her hands and knees. She’s still twitching around my cock, and I know I can make her come again.

  “I need another one, babe.” I slap her arse, hard.

  “Fuck,” she mutters into the cushions. I slap her three more times, making sure to leave my mark on her. “Oh God,” she moans again.

  I smooth my hands over her reddened cheeks and spread them, showing me her arsehole that I need to claim one day. But for now, I get to play. I open my mouth and let some saliva drop onto her arsehole. Using my thumb, I spread the liquid around, making it nice and lubed up for me to slip my thumb right in; slowly.

  “Oh shit.” Her back arches at the intrusion. “Move it.”

  I do as she says. I start to move my digit in time with my cock pounding into her pussy. My speed picks up, slamming into her, and her inner walls clamp down on my dick again, strangling the fuck out of him.

  “Fuck, again,” she cries out.

  “I know, baby. Give it to me. Give it all to me,” I pant out between thrusts. My hips connect with her arse as my climax builds. The tingling starts, and my thrusts become erratic. It only takes a few more pumps before I’m filling her pussy up with my cum, and she comes again. Orgasm number three.

  “Fuck, that was good,” Jamie whispers as she falls flat on her face on the sofa. I lay over her, kissing her shoulder blades, then her spine, before turning her head to take her lips in a deep, scorching kiss. Branding her.

  This is the shit I can live the rest of my life doing.

  Jamie

  I park my car and shut the engine off, before picking up my bag and climbing out of the car. I slide the strap of my bag over my body and walk towards the cafe. Dyson told me Ace’s old lady, Ana, owns it. She took over the ownership when Ace’s mother passed away.

  The weather is really nice today. I look up at the sky and let the sun’s rays soak into my skin. I love the heat. I love summer. Jamie London and cold don’t go together. My phone rings from my bag, so I dig it out. I smile when I see the name and the photo of the smiling face looking at me.

  “Hey, Daddio.”

  “Hey, kid. How’s my baby girl doing?” my dad Thomas asks me. My dads decided to take a one-month cruise around the Americas, and then spend another month travelling around the American mainland’s. Nice for some, right?

  “I’m good, Dad. How’s you and Daddy?” Lewis is my biological father, and I call him Daddy. I call Thomas Dad.

  “That’s what we like to hear, sweetheart. And me and Daddy are fantastic. Enjoying the sun, sea, and a shit load of food and drink. Oh, and the alone time… Damn, the things I can do to my husband when you—”

  “Eww, shut up, old man. Oh my God, that is not something I want in my head. I am all for gay sex—it’s even sexy to watch two men—but when it’s my parents… For fucks sake, do not put that image in my head, father.” I fake gag into the phone and walk closer to the cafe.

  I don’t ever get nervous about meeting new people, not like I used to, but for some reason, I’m slightly nervous about meeting Ana and Zarah. I know they mean a lot to Dyson.

  My dad’s laughter comes through the phone, and Daddy speaks up.

  “Oh, honey, don’t give our darling daughter nightmares. I think she’s had enough therapy to last a lifetime.” My heart skips a beat as I think about the therapy I went through, but in the end, it helped me a lot, along with what Aunt Trudy did for me.

  “Thanks, Daddy. See, Dad, he knows how to not scar me for life. He must love me more.” I chuckle into the phone. My words are utter bullshit, because they love me equally. I took some shit growing up with two fathers, because it wasn’t really accepted back then, but fuck me they did a good job. They thought about adopting at one point but decided I was enough for them, so they stopped the proceedings.

  “Oh hush, you, you little troll. How’s the pub? Hang on, let me put you on speaker. Your daddy is being a pain in the arse and is glued to the side of my head, trying to listen,” Dad says.

  “You love me really. Plus, you love it when I’m glued to your arse.” I huff and realize what he just said. Their laughter fills the speaker on the phone. I shake my head and continue to explain.

  “The pub is going really good—like really fucking good. The money is rolling in. I took your advice and added a live band a few nights a week, and the people are loving it. Wesley being there helps.” I stop and hold my breath. Well, motherfucker. I didn’t mean to tell them this way. My heart rate picks up, waiting to see what they say next.

  They know I’ve slept with a few men over the years, but never anything serious. With the way I look and the rough attitude I have, people always think I’m a slut, but in all honesty, I’ve only slept a handful of guys since that night. I wanted to make myself whole before I even thought of finding someone to settle down with and spending the rest of my life with them.

  “That’s brilliant to hear, baby girl. We knew the pub would thrive with you behind the bar,” Dad says, not mentioning anything about Wes. But I know Daddy won’t let it slide. He’s the more flamboyant of the two, Dad is the quiet, reserved one.

  “Is it the Wesley? As in Wesley Taylor, man hero of the night and downright damned good-looking now?” See what I mean?

  I sigh and stop outside the café. I see two women fluttering around between the tables, cleaning up and delivering food. I have no clue which one is Ana. My parents know about everything that happened after I went to stay with Aunt Trudy. The MC visited my house and explained that the ‘TDC’ got what they deserved.

  “Yeah, Daddy, it’s the same Wesley. The boys from the club have been coming into the pub almost every night, enjoying the music and the drinks.”

  “So, how is young Wesley these days?” Dad asks.

  “I bet the music and the drinks aren’t the only thing he’s enjoying,” Daddy says at the same time.

  “Shush you. He’s good,” I answer vaguely. I bite my lip and wait for what’s to come next, bec
ause they won’t let it lie until I give them some juicy gossip. They are very active parents, and they want to know everything that’s happening in my life.

  “Just good?” Daddy inquires.

  “Yeah, just good. What more do you want?”

  “What more? Oh, child of mine, I know for a fact that piece of man-meat had a thing for you back in the day. Whether you saw it or not. And besides, he did come to your rescue that night, and served justice for you.” I can hear the emotion in his voice when he talks about my attack. Lewis London is the most soft and kind-hearted person you will ever meet—until you hurt someone he loves. Then he turns into an evil bastard, and he is very conniving about how he hurts you.

  “Fine.” I huff and roll my eyes. “He’s more than good. Fucking sexy as hell, okay? And before you get into the next question, yes, he’s good in bed—not that we’ve fucked in a bed, only in my office a few times.”

  “That wasn't my next question but thank you for filling us in. Not that I really want to know that you do the dirty in your office. Make sure to remind me to sanitize the furniture next time we’re there.” I laugh and push the door open to the cafe.

  “Yeah, right. Whatever. I’ll see you two when you get home. Love you both.”

  “Love you too, sweetheart. To the moon and back,” Daddy answers.

  “To the moon and back, baby girl,” Dad adds. I hang up and walk further into the café. I see a table next to the counter that is free and head over to that. It’s only when I get closer that I see a reserved sign on the table. I frown and look around the room. A young girl steps up to me with a big-arse smile on her face.

  “Hi, are you Jamie, by any chance?” she asks.

  “I am, yeah.”

  “Oh awesome. I’m Click, and this table is yours. Ana wanted to make sure you girls had a table for when you arrived. Have a seat and I’ll tell her you’re here.”

  Before I can answer, she’s off, looking for Ana. I pull the chair out and sit down, setting my bag down on the seat next to me. I pull my phone out of my bag and send a text to Dyson.

  Me: Well, I’m here.

  I open my Facebook app and scroll through, seeing what old friends are up to. It’s nice that some of my friends from my college days stayed in touch. My phone vibrates in my hand.

  Dyson: Wicked, baby. You meet Ana and Z yet?

  Me: Nope, but I met Click. What’s with her name?

  Dyson: Click is good people. She’s the club’s computer geek. The name suited her.

  Me: Oh, and by the way, my dads know about us. It kinda slipped out.

  Dyson: Good. They needed to know. Baby, I’m heading into a meeting. I’ll call you later.

  Me: Okay. Later.

  I don’t respond to his answer about my dads knowing about us. I knew I would have to tell them at some point but hadn’t planned on it happening just yet. I hear my name being called, and I look up.

  “Jamie?”

  “Ana?” She nods. Oh fuck, she is stunning. Long dark hair, beautiful skin. She’s dressed in a floral dress that suits her. I look down at my ripped jeans and black, worn t-shirt that says ‘I’m not trying to be difficult. It comes naturally’. Fuck, I should have dressed up a little.

  “I am so glad to finally meet you.” She leans over and hugs me. Fuck, I should have stood up.

  God. Great first impression, Jamie.

  I hug her back. She steps away and sits opposite me. Her smile fills her face. She is genuinely happy to meet me. I know she means a lot to Wesley, and clearly, he means a lot to her, too.

  “I’m happy to meet you too.”

  “Are you hungry or do you just want a drink?”

  “I could eat,” I tell her. To be honest, I’m too nervous to eat, but I know I need to eat something.

  “Mae, can we order some food, please, honey?” Mae? I frown. Ana must see my face because she explains.

  “Mae is Click. I never call her by her club name because when I first had my injury, I could never remember it, so I stuck with her birth name.”

  “Ahh, okay, fair enough.” I look over the menu and see they do light snacks. Click comes over and takes our order. I only order a chicken club sandwich.

  “So, Jamie, how do you know Dyson?” Have they never told her about that night? I take a deep breath and prepare myself to explain everything to her. I’m kinda glad the boys didn’t go telling anyone and everyone about what truly happened.

  “I knew Wesley and Ace back in college.”

  “Wesley? You call him Wesley, not Dyson?” I nod.

  “I call him both. He just prefers it when I call him Wesley,” I explain. The smile that crosses her face is pure delight and happiness. I withhold the information that he likes me to call him Wesley when he’s fucking my brains out. Maybe that is too much info for a first meeting.

  “Aww, that’s so sweet.”

  I smile at her and nod. Is it really sweet, or just an alpha male thing?

  “So, how is Blair?” I try to change the subject from Dyson and me.

  “She’s good. Uncle Dyson is her favourite man, besides her daddy. But anyway, back to how you know Dyson and my old man.” I knew I wouldn’t get away with it, but before I start talking, another woman steps up to the table who looks just like Ana but a little older. Zarah, I presume.

  “Hey, Jamie. I’m Zarah. Nice to meet you.” She takes the other seat and smiles at me.

  “Hey, Zarah.” She looks like the more laidback sister of the two.

  “Shush, Z. Jamie is going to tell me how she knows Dyson and Ace.”

  Here we go again. “PG cliff note version: I knew them in college but didn’t really talk to them.” I take a deep breath and continue, “I was gang-raped by three pathetic excuses of men. Wesley and Ace found me and took me home. They made me feel safe.”

  Both women gasp. Ana covers her mouth with her hand, and I see tears in her eyes. Zarah, on the other hand, looks murderous.

  “Oh, I am so sorry they did that, Jamie.” I shake my head and wave her off.

  “I’m over it. I’m stronger for it. The club took care of them for me back then, per Wesley’s request.”

  Zarah reaches across the table and high-fives me. Ana looks shocked, and I smile at her.

  “Z, what the hell?”

  “What? She said she’s over it. Jamie won. She didn’t let those cocksuckers win.” Zarah actually looks proud of me. I offer her a big smile. I look at Ana and reach over, touching her hand with mine.

  “Honestly, Ana, I’m fine, babe. They will never beat me down again. I have the strength to carry on, and live day to day. Some don’t. I just wish they could find their inner strength and know they are strong enough to beat their attackers. Everyone has the strength; they just need to find it.” I swallow the ball of emotion in my throat. I don't normally get this emotional when talking about my attack, but on occasion it catches me off guard.

  “You are one strong bitch, Jamie. Holy cow,” Zarah says proudly. Ana gets to her feet and steps up to me. She pulls me out of my seat and wraps her arms around my waist, because come on, she’s a dainty woman compared to me. I swallow a few times, making sure I don’t cry. I can’t cry, not in public. It has been a thing for me since that night.

  “You are strong, and you are beautiful,” she whispers in my ear. I hug her back, tighter than I normally would. God, this woman has got to me. I don't have many female friends because of the way I look and act. They always assume I’m after their men. We sit back down and tuck into our food, which we both completely missed Click dropping off.

  “So, who the hell is Wesley?”

  “Dyson,” both Ana and I answer together.

  “Well, fuck me. I have known that man for a while now, and I never knew his first name. Oh well. So, is he big? And how is he in bed?” Zarah asks, wiggling her eyebrows. I laugh at her personality. She’s a riot. Dyson told me about her attack and that, like me, she fought back and didn’t let her attacker win.

  I stay at the cafe
for a few hours before going home to get ready for work tonight. Being with the girls today made me miss having female friends, so I’m happy that I now have them.

  Dyson

  I pull up outside Jamie’s house and shut my bike off. I know she’s going to be pissed at me, but there’s fuck all I can do. I had to go out of town for a run, and it took longer than expected. Suede needed me to handle it since I’m the VP for the club. I haven’t seen or heard from Jamie in four days.

  I forgot to text her and tell her that I wouldn’t be here for a pizza and film night. I take off my helmet and hang it on the handlebars, before walking up to her door. I look around and see how quiet the street is. Her house is one of very few houses along this street. It was her Uncle Stu’s house, and he left it to her, as well as the pub.

  Stu liked the quiet after being at the pub all day, so he bought this land and built on it. The house is an old farmhouse conversion. There’s also four other buildings that have been converted, and families live there, but there’s plenty of land between each house.

  Jamie’s house is an off-white, with brown windows and doors. She has three windows on top floor, and two on the left side of the door. To the right of the house an open outhouse with a small shed attached to it.

  I get closer to the house and see her front windows have been smashed in. What the fuck? My heart rate picks up as I rush forward, bursting through the door, not caring about knocking.

  “Jamie? Baby, where you at?” I slowly search through the two front rooms, my gun already drawn before I entered the house. Looking down the barrel of my gun, I slowly step into the kitchen.

  “Jamie,” I call again. I scan the room but come up empty. I go step over to the large island in the middle of the room, when I hear a hiccup. My heart stills when I see Jamie curled into a ball in the corner.

  “Oh, baby.” I place my gun on the floor next to her and drop to my knees. I quickly scan her body for injuries but can’t see anything. I touch her shoulder, and she jumps out of her skin. Her face snaps to mine, and I can see she’s been crying because her face is all red and swollen.