Meant For You: Rocktown Ink, Book 3

by Gray, Sherilee

  “Yeah?” he gritted out. “Where you gonna taste me?”

  The rough edge to his voice was sexy, and if I let it, could make me nervous. I didn’t have much experience, and Dane was probably used to girls who knew what they wanted, who knew how to be sexy and play this game with him. I did not. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me. This was Dane, my Dane.

  And I knew without doubt he’d like anything I did.

  So I leaned in and kiss his gorgeous full lips before trailing them down his neck and across his chest. I looked up at him. “Here,” I whispered, kissing the colored skin beneath my mouth, at the base of his throat, then shimmied lower. “And here,” I said and sucked one of those silver hoops into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue, tugging it lightly, the way he said he liked it.

  His long fingers thrust into my damp hair and he made a rough sound, a sound that told me I got it right, so I did it again. I felt something brush between my thighs, and I realized his beautiful cock was hard again, and I smiled against his chest before moving to the other side and giving that nipple the same treatment.

  Dane’s other hand landed on my ass and he gripped a handful of flesh, growling softly. “Fuck, Eves. Baby, that feels good.”

  I stayed where I was for a little longer, sucking and tugging on his taut flesh, loving the grunts and moans he made, the way his fingers tightened in my hair, the way his hips were getting restless and the head of his cock was now brushing me between my thighs more often.

  I hadn’t finished tasting him yet, though.

  Giving him one last, firm suck, I moved lower, over his abs, taking time to taste them as well, because they were sexy as hell, then down to his hips.

  I kissed my way down one side of the deep V leading me right where I wanted to be, and glanced up at him again. Dane was watching me, an arm behind his head, propping it up, eyes blazing, lips parted.

  His cock was right there, incredibly hard, below my mouth, and I nuzzled it, and lifted my eyes back to his when I reached the head, glistening and swollen.

  He stilled, every muscle tensing. God, holding his breath as I opened my mouth and gave the underside of his cock a sucking kiss. His hips jerked, so I did it again.

  “Everly.”

  The way he said my name caused my pussy to clench and spurred me on. I took him in my hand, then wrapped my mouth around the head and sucked hard. Dane bucked.

  This wasn’t my first blow job, but I was far from an expert. I knew he liked what I was doing, though, when I sucked him deeper and he spread his legs wider, one down beside me, the other bent at the knee and he growled.

  I also realized I loved giving it to him.

  Who knew it could be so enjoyable?

  I licked and sucked and kissed his beautiful cock with enthusiasm, paying extra attention to the ring piercing the head, getting off on making Dane feel good, loving how powerful it made me feel, how sexy. How his big body trembled beneath me.

  He was panting harder, thigh muscles tightening.

  “My balls, Eves,” he gritted out. “Squeeze them, baby.”

  Not something I would have done, but when I did as he asked, he groaned, telling me just how much he liked it.

  I sucked harder, faster, while I did this, and Dane cursed, his fingers tightening in my hair suddenly. “Stop, fuck, Eves, you need to stop.”

  I didn’t want to.

  “Not coming anywhere but your pussy this time,” he said and hooked me under the arms and forced me to release him.

  Then I was flipped to my back and he was looming over me. His mouth slammed down on mine and he kissed me rough and deep before pulling away again. He reached over to his bag on the chair beside the bed, quickly opened it and took out a condom.

  He tore it open and I watched as he rolled it on. His eyes slid from what he was doing up to mine. “Ready?”

  I opened my arms, beckoning him to me. I was more than ready. “Yes.”

  He came down on me, covering me with his hard, strong body. “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he said roughly. “Gonna do my best to take this slow, okay?”

  I nodded.

  His forearms slid under my shoulders, his hands cupping my head, thumbs brushing my cheeks. “Guide me in.”

  The way he said that was needy and barely restrained and I loved it. I reached down between us, taking him in my hand and put him where I needed him, where he belonged.

  His expression grew taut, body as well, then he angled his hips and the head pushed inside, spreading me.

  My mouth dropped open and I bit my lips because he was big and I needed to adjust to the size of him. I stared up into his precious face, my savior, my protector. My best friend, and said the only thing flying around and around in my head. “I love you.”

  His expression was pinched, breath chopping in and out of him, and at my words, he groaned. “Everly, Christ, baby, I love you.”

  Eyes intense, glazed, he pushed in another inch and I whimpered, hips wriggling under him as he filled me more, stretched me wider. He felt…overwhelming. All-consuming.

  Perfect.

  “Okay?” he choked as he eased in some more.

  I nodded and cupped his face. “Yes.”

  His forehead dropped to mine as he pushed in the last couple of inches, filling me completely on a low moan. He was panting, hard.

  “You feel so good, Eves, tight and hot and slick and like all my dreams come fucking true.”

  His mouth dropped to mine and our lips touched, not really kissing, just touching, breathing each other in. I wrapped my arms tight around his back and he tightened his hold on me before he tilted his hips back, withdrawing all the way, then sliding back in, as deep as he could go, making me gasp.

  He started shaking almost instantly and the way he was taking me, pressed so close, not an inch between us, just his hips, rolling and grinding against mine, made sure he made contact with my oversensitive clit.

  The repeated thrust and grind against it as he filled me with his long, thick cock, over and over, had me desperately clinging to him, whimpering, that building pressure already growing more and more by the second. I was going to come again.

  Dane’s eyes were locked on mine and I couldn’t look away, didn’t want to, was trapped there. It was like he was drawing me inside himself, taking part of me and giving me part of himself in return.

  My eyes felt heavy, rolling back as the pleasure grew more intense, as I climbed to the peak and…God, plummeted over the edge. I cried out.

  Dane hissed. “Everly, fuck.” His thrusts picked up speed, his grunts and groans filling the room, his powerful body shaking so hard, I shook with him.

  All I could do was hang on as I cried out, calling his name as I broke apart under him. I opened my eyes in time to watch his expression change, watched the tightness there grow sharper, the tension line his features before he barked out a curse and pleasure took over.

  Before he shoved his face against my throat and groaned, saying my name over and over as he shuddered against me, his cock still thrusting, pulsing heavily inside me, his hard body pinning me to the mattress.

  My arms were still wrapped around him, holding him to me when he finally finished and lifted his head, looking down at me.

  His eyes were sleepy, sexy, but then they widened and he made a pained sound. “Eves, Christ, did I hurt you?”

  I blinked up at him. “No.”

  He brushed his thumb over my cheek and it came away wet. “You’re crying, baby girl,” he choked out.

  I smiled, and it felt wobbly. “Because it was perfect.”

  He made a desperate sound, and pressed his forehead to mine, his own breathing shaky, then he kissed me again.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Dane

  Crazy Dave’s was packed. The Black Stone bar was one I’d frequented when I lived there, and I spotted a few familiar faces as I led Everly, hand held tight in mine, through the crowed. Lila, Trix, and Grifter were right behind us. I pointed Eves to an e
mpty table across the room.

  “You girls go grab a seat. We’ll get the drinks.”

  She nodded, and I watched as she and her friends headed over to hold it for us while Grifter and I worked our way to the bar.

  The place was full of Ramblers and other locals, but the girls would be safe with us. I knew most of these guys, and they were Grifter’s club brothers. I ordered some beers and turned to Riff, who was staring a hole through Lila.

  “What’s going on there?”

  He shrugged. “Just hanging out.”

  I’d seen the way Lila had shut him down at the bonfire by the lake. The fact Riff was still giving her the time of day was so unlike the guy I didn’t know what to make of it. The reason we’d gotten along so well when I first moved here was our complete no-fucks-given attitudes. I didn’t have Everly so sure as hell hadn’t cared what happened to me.

  It took a lot longer than it should have to get my head on straight and see what I’d been doing with her and at least try to gain some control over it.

  Riff hadn’t had an Everly, and he hadn’t given a fuck about control.

  “You sleeping with her?” I said, almost positive I knew the answer but needing to hear it with my own ears to believe it.

  He clenched his teeth and the muscle in his jaw popped before he shook his head.

  “Well, now. Isn’t that interesting?” I said, grinning at him.

  “Shut the fuck up,” he growled.

  I picked up the drinks. “You like her.”

  He scowled.

  “Enough to actually stick around and get to know the girl. You think she’s worth it, the wait to get her under you.”

  “Keep going and see what happens,” he said.

  I chuckled. “Oh, I’d love to see what happens. More than likely the same thing that happens when we get in the ring together. I’ll kick your ass.”

  He snorted, because we were evenly matched. He kicked my ass as much as I did his.

  “You could try, asshole.”

  We headed toward our girls. “You do know it’s okay to spend time with a girl, like talking and shit, with wanting her for more than just a body to warm your bed, right?”

  “You sound like a chick,” he muttered, jaw clenching again, his eyes sliding to the object of his affection…obsession. Fuck knew with Grifter.

  “You think she’s into you?” I said, batting my lashes.

  But instead of laughing, he swallowed like there was a boulder in his throat then cleared it several times. “Fuck off.”

  He didn’t know. Another situation Riff rarely ever found himself in. Women loved him, and the women at the club went after what they wanted. Lila with her reading glasses, shy smiles, and those big innocent eyes had Grifter confused as fuck.

  I thought she might be exactly what the guy needed. But then I was so fucking loved up I wanted everyone to be as happy as I was.

  I handed out the drinks and we sat around the table, waiting for the band to start. “Come ’ere,” I said to Everly, and tugged her out of her seat, pulling her into my lap. I wanted every guy there to know she was mine.

  She, Lila, and Trix wanted to dance, so I’d taken the opportunity to get her out of Rocktown for some fun. Grifter, of course, wanted to tag along for obvious reasons.

  “So you have any friends you can introduce me to?” Trix asked Grifter.

  He smirked. “Not sure you could handle any of my friends, sweetheart.”

  She laughed. “You have no idea.” Her gaze moved around the room. “What about him? Mr. Lip Ring.”

  “That’s Slots,” Grifter said and took a sip of his beer.

  “He’s what…what is he?” Trix said looking confused and horrified at the same time.

  “His road name,” Riff said, gaze sliding to her, grinning wider.

  “What the hell kind of name is that?” Eves said, then turned to Trix. “You can’t make out with a guy named Slots.”

  “He’s all right,” I said. “I did some work for him when I was here.”

  Trix leaned forward. “What did he get?”

  “Two steamed cherries inked on his chest.”

  Lila’s face screwed up. “What the heck? Is that him letting everyone know he’s some great despoiler of virgins or something?”

  Grifter choked on the mouthful of drink he’d just taken. “Babe, he likes to play the slots.”

  Lila’s brows lowered in confusion. “Is that some kind of euphemism?”

  He barked out a laugh. “The slot machines. Gambling.”

  “Oh.” Lila blushed, and Riff’s smile vanished, gaze dropping to her lips.

  “Hard pass,” Trix said. “I’m not interested in a dude who loves gambling so much he’s tattooed an ode to it on his chest.”

  “You can definitely do better,” Everly said.

  I squeezed her hip and kissed the side of her neck, and she covered my hand with hers and gave me a squeeze back. I didn’t think I’d ever been this happy in my life. No, I knew I hadn’t. Everything felt so fucking good. I had my girl back, but not just my friend—I had all of her. She was mine in every way she could be.

  I was fucking besotted and I didn’t give a shit. I planned on being that way for the rest of our lives.

  “What about you?” Trix said to Lila. “Anyone you like?”

  Trix had missed her friend’s bonfire make-out session with Riff and hadn’t been at the bar when he’d followed her around by his dick.

  Lila blushed harder, looked down at her drink, and shook her head, probably because Riff was looking at her with an intensity that was fucking extreme.

  The band moved to the front of the room, getting ready to play, and people moved toward the stage.

  Riff shifted in his seat when the silence dragged on, tapping his fingers on the table. “Well, Bambi,” he said, voice rough as hell, even as he flashed that pretty-boy smile that fooled people into thinking he wasn’t what he was: a hard-as-fuck biker who had done a lot of shit in his life to survive, shit that had marked him. “You gonna pick someone to pop that cherry of yours, sweetheart?”

  He chuckled, because he was joking. But as silence fell over the table, and we both watched Everly and Trix look at each other with oh shit-widened eyes, Grifter instantly knew he’d stuck his foot in his mouth.

  He straightened in his seat, gaze snapping back to Lila.

  Color hit her cheeks. “I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex.”

  An uncertain smirk curled his lips. “Just the once, huh?” He laughed just as uncertainly.

  Lila stared down at the table, face so dark with embarrassment I inwardly winced. Her silence was confirmation that Riff was probably right.

  You could see the moment it fully dawned on Riff. His nostrils flared, fingers tightening around his beer bottle, gaze sharpening. No, sweet little Lila wasn’t a virgin, but she was innocent as hell.

  Everly jumped off my lap and held her hand out to Lila as the band started their first song. “Let’s dance.”

  Lila climbed to her feet, taking the out her friend had given her. Looking mortified and not meeting anyone’s eyes, she took Eves’s hand and let herself be led away.

  “Good one, dickhead,” Trix said as she moved past Riff.

  He grabbed her wrist, stopping her, and motioned to Lila. “What the fuck was that?”

  “Her last boyfriend was a major asshole. Fucked her confidence. She doesn’t like to talk about it.” Trix pulled free of his hold and followed her friends.

  Grifter looked uncomfortable. “Fuck,” he said, gaze sliding to Lila on the dance floor. “I didn’t know…I didn’t think she was, that she hadn’t had much…”

  His phone started ringing and he snatched it from the table, scowling at the screen. Cursing, he put it to his ear. “What?” He listened, then cursed viciously several more times. “I’ll take care of it,” he bit out, gaze moving to the dance floor, to Lila. “I fucking said I’d take care of it.” Then he disconnected.

  “Everything okay
?”

  Riff’s fingers tightened around his phone. “Not even close.”

  “Your brother?” I guessed. Grifter’s older brother was also a member of the MC and as far as I could tell a total screwup. Riff spent a lot of time cleaning up after the fucker.

  He clenched his fist. “Gonna kill the motherfucker this time.”

  “You need anything?”

  He shook his head. “I’ve gotta take care of this myself.”

  After that, Riff sat there and brooded.

  But I didn’t have time to worry about him. All my attention was on Eves dancing and trying to keep my seat every time a guy went anywhere near her.

  The way Grifter was looking out onto the floor again, he was right there with me. I mean, I was trying. I really was. I knew I was over-the-top possessive. Insanely protective. But trying to rein that shit in, controlling it to the best of my ability, did not stop it. It was still there, roaring inside me.

  So when a group of assholes joined the three of them, trying to muscle in, to get them to dance, Riff and I were out of our seats and striding over like we’d communicated telepathically.

  I could see Everly shaking her head, trying to be polite. Trix and Lila were both ignoring them, or trying to. One of them curled his fingers around Trix’s arm and she yanked it free as the others moved in on Eves and Lila.

  Not cool. Not fucking cool at all.

  Riff and I had a hold of them and yanked the fuckers back as soon as we reached them. My fist was curled tight, with the urge to smash the asshole in my grip in the face pumping through me. All the girls had said no, but they’d ignored them. These pricks deserved a busted nose for that alone.

  “You think it’s okay to touch a woman when she clearly isn’t interested? When she hasn’t given you permission to do that shit?” I bit out.

  Eves moved in. “Let’s just walk away, okay? We were having a good time. Let’s not let them spoil it.”

  I breathed in and out, forcing oxygen into my lungs, fighting for control. It was hard, but I nodded, shaking my head at Riff, who looked more than happy to get into it with these guys as well.