Renegade (Devil’s Boneyard MC 6)
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“Stay just like that,” I said, making her gasp as her gaze met mine in the mirror.
I worked my belt loose as I moved in closer. Shoving my jeans and underwear down to my thighs, my hard cock led the way. The dress she had on was sexy as fuck. I carefully gathered the skirt in my hands, lifting it to reveal her shapely thighs and her luscious ass. Her bare ass. Fuck. Me.
“Naughty girl. Were you anticipating my return home?” I asked, rubbing my cock along the crack of her ass.
“Yes. God, Slater. I’ve missed you.”
“Spread those legs for me, angel.”
She parted her thighs and I slipped my hand between them. She’d either waxed or shaved and the lips of her pussy were smooth. I parted the lips and stroked her clit. Darby moaned and pressed her ass back against me. I plunged a finger inside her, groaning at how fucking tight she felt. Stroking it in and out, I wasn’t sure which of us I was teasing more.
“This is going to be quick, sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Just fuck me, Slater. Please. I need you so much.”
I lined up my cock and eased inside. Fuck! She was so damn tight, squeezing me as I slid a little deeper. It took several strokes before I was balls deep, and it took every bit of control I had not to come right then and there. I pinched and rolled her clit between my fingers as I drove into her. When I’d said it would be quick, I hadn’t lied. My dick was about two seconds from erupting, but I wanted her to come with me.
“Harder,” she begged.
I didn’t know if she meant my cock or my hand. I pinched her clit tight as I pounded into her. Darby screamed out her release and I followed, spilling inside of her. Had it felt that incredible before? It seemed like a lifetime ago that we’d been intimate. Slowly, I withdrew from her body, and grabbed the hand towel on the counter, placing it between her legs. While she cleaned up, I moved over to the other sink to rinse off my dick and straighten my clothes.
“You’re not supposed to be doing anything that strenuous, are you?” she asked.
“I’m one hundred percent, angel. Fucking my woman isn’t going to put me in the grave.” I turned to face her. “I’m sorry I missed Christmas. And Thanksgiving for that matter. Hell, it was Valentine’s Day while I was in rehab.”
“Speaking of that…” She folded her arms over her chest. Her attempt at looking stern just turned me on again. “The doctor said your rehab was supposed to last four to six weeks. You weren’t supposed to push yourself that hard. When you told me you’d see me in three weeks, I figured they would slow you down and make you stay the full time.”
I went to her, pulling her into my arms. “Angel, nothing was going to keep me away from you and Fawn. I didn’t want to miss another moment with the two of you. There was no way in hell I was staying in that place a month or more.”
I leaned down and kissed her, taking my time to savor her taste and the feel of her against me. This was heaven. I didn’t know why I’d run so far and so fast from having a family. Darby and Fawn were the best things to ever happen to me, that and the kid growing inside her.
Even though I knew we needed to get back to Fawn, I couldn’t help but explore her curves a bit more. I’d have loved nothing more than to strip her bare and fuck her again, and again. I had three months of making up to do. It took another few minutes before I could take a step back.
“Let’s go see Fawn. The two of you can show me the tree you put up.”
She smiled up at me. “There are a few things under there for you.”
“You got me presents?” I asked. “Darby, I didn’t get a chance to shop for you and Fawn.”
She pressed her lips to mine. “You already gave us the best gift ever. You. No one has ever been as kind to us as you’ve been. We love you, Slater, and the fact you love us back is more than enough of a gift. It’s more than we’ve ever had before.”
Dammit. My throat was getting that tight feeling again, and I was not going to fucking cry! I took her hand and led her back to the living room. Fawn’s movie was just ending and she hurried over to us. My daughter latched onto my hand and practically dragged me to the Christmas tree.
“Sit,” she said, pointing to my chair.
I sat down on the recliner and smiled as she handed me a stack of presents. Fawn settled at my feet, watching me expectantly, and Darby eased down on the couch nearby. With both of my girls watching, I opened every gift they’d gotten for me. My favorite was the Harley sculpture Fawn had made from clay, at least that’s what she’d said it was supposed to be. It was a misshapen lump, but it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, because she’d made it for me.
“Thank you, baby girl,” I told her, pulling her onto my lap for a hug. “I love it. Best Christmas present ever.”
There was a knock at the front door and I stood to answer it. Scratch was on my doorstep, a smile on his face as he handed a large paper shopping bag to me.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“For your woman and kid. It’s what you asked for before you went and got shot. Didn’t seem right to give it to them. You needed to do it.”
I looked inside and saw Darby’s property cut, and a T-shirt in Fawn’s size that said My Daddy is a Devil with the Devil’s Boneyard colors on the back. They were both perfect, just like my girls.
“And if I hadn’t been here to give it to them?” I asked, my gaze meeting his. From what I’d been told, I’d died several times both during and after surgery.
“Then we’d have given it to them, but only if there was no way you could do it yourself.”
“Thanks.”
The VP gave me a nod.
“Tell Fawn that my kids are looking forward to seeing her again. Clarity has picked her up for a few play dates while you’ve been recovering. I think Fawn and Caleb have become especially close.”
I glowered at him, not liking the thought of my little girl being close to a boy, even if the was the VP’s kid. Scratch smirked at me and stepped off the porch. I shut the door as his Harley rumbled to life and went to find Darby and Fawn. Neither was in the living room, but I followed my nose to the kitchen. I hadn’t noticed something was cooking earlier, too focused on seeing the two of them. Darby pulled a pan of cornbread from the oven and I saw a ham, as well as several vegetables already out on the table.
“Before we eat, there’s something I need to give the both of you. You were supposed to have these before I went into the hospital.”
I took out the T-shirt first and handed it to Fawn, who squealed and ran from the room, only to return a few minutes later wearing her new shirt. I smiled, thinking she looked too fucking cute.
Darby approached me, interest lighting her eyes. I pulled her cut from the bag and held it up for her. She slipped her arms through the holes and ran her hands down the leather as she admired it. She’d been mine since the day I pulled her from that dumpster, but now everyone would know it.
“You know, in about six more months, you’ll need another one of those shirts,” she said, placing my hand on her belly. “We have a bit longer until we know if you need to get a pink or blue one. I was thinking we could name a boy after your dad or brother, and name a girl after your mom. You ready for late night diaper changes and walking the floor when the baby won’t stop crying?”
“Looking forward to every minute of it,” I told her. My throat was tight with emotion again. The way she’d thought of including my family in our lives touched something deep inside.
Her lips twitched as if she fought back a smile. “I’ll remember that. No complaining about nasty diapers or not getting enough sleep.”
I kissed her softly, slowly. “As long as I have you in my life, then nothing else matters. You’re my one and only, Darby. I love you and Fawn, and I’ll love the kid growing inside you. You’ve given me the one thing I thought I never wanted, but what I needed. A family.”
She clung to me, holding on tight, and Fawn wrapped her arms around our legs.
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bsp; I closed my eyes and breathed in Darby’s scent. This was home. Not the house I’d lived in since the new compound opened, but Darby and Fawn… they were my home, my heart, my everything.
And what do you know. I hadn’t fucked it up after all.
Playlist For Renegade
Ø C’mon N’ Ride It by Quad City DJ’s
Ø Your Woman by White Town
Ø Ghetto Supastar by Pras
Ø No Diggity by Blackstreet
Ø California Love by 2Pac
Ø I Touch Myself by Divinyls
Ø Wannabe by Spice Girls
Ø Bitch by Meredith Brooks
Ø I’ll Be Missing You by Puff Daddy
Ø I’m Gonna Be by The Proclaimers
Ø Lovefool by The Cardigans
Ø When The Lights Go Out by Five
Ø Barbie Girl by Aqua
Ø You Make Me Wanna by Usher
Ø All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You by Heart
Ø It’s the Things You Do by Five
Ø Loser by Beck
Ø Sex and Candy by Marcy Playground
Ø Gangster’s Paradise by Coolio
Ø Lightning Crashes by Live
Ø Informer by Snow
Ø Torn by Natalie Imbruglia
Acknowledgements
I’ve said it before, but I can never say it enough. I can write books all day, but without the editors, formatters, proofreaders, cover artists, and everyone else at Changeling Press who work behind the scenes, my books wouldn’t shine as much as they do. They are truly awesome, and I truly appreciate them. Each and every one of them is amazing, and I’m so grateful to be a Changeling! So, a big thank you to Changeling Press for taking a chance on me, and a huge thanks to everyone who has a hand in breathing life into the Harley Wylde books.
I can’t go without thanking my husband. When it’s crunch time, he’s not the least bit shy about cracking the whip and keeping me on track. If I so much as pop out of my writing cave, I hear: “You’re supposed to be writing! Go write!” LOL During the final days of writing Renegade, he figured out dinner for the family, kept the kids occupied, and gave me the space and time I needed to finish the book.
Last, but certainly not least, thank you to my readers! I enjoy seeing your reviews, reading the messages you send through email or Facebook, and I’m so grateful you decided to join me on this journey.
Harley Wylde
When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off-the-charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place!
An international bestselling author, Harley is the “wilder” side of award-winning scifi/fantasy romance author Jessica Coulter Smith, and writes gay fantasy romance as Dulce Dennison.
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