She tried to slide forward, but he held her hips so she couldn’t. He wanted her ass in the air for this. He’d ride her down and pound her into the mattress eventually, but not yet.
“Whose ass is this?” It came out gruffer than he intended, but he somehow knew she’d be fine with it.
“Yours! Fuck, it’s yours, Danny. No one else. Just you.” She pulled air into her lungs. “Harder, Danny. Faster. Please.”
He wasn’t one for following orders, but he gave her what she wanted. Hard, fast, and uncompromising. He finally rode her down, and slowed long enough to spread her legs and give himself plenty of room. He went wider still, and when she gasped, he merely ordered, “Play with yourself. Want to feel you coming around me. I’ll go even fatter while you get off. Gonna stretch you so damned wide.”
The entire planet stopped moving. Stopped breathing.
Iris most loved sex when it overwhelmed her until she was a bundle of nerve endings and feelings, with no thoughts. This usually only happened when she had sex with more than one person at a time, but Danny managed it all by himself.
The only thing that existed was his cock in her ass, his hands holding her hips, his rough, growly, demanding voice, and the fact she didn’t seem to be able to breathe fast enough.
“Play with yourself. Want to feel you come, Blueberry.”
She ground her clit into her palm, moving under him like a wildwoman, and her release rose and burst like an explosion. Iris was sure the top would come off her head, and when — as promised — he grew even fatter in her ass, all she could do was scream and writhe and experience the bliss and sheer pleasure of so much input, she couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think.
She must’ve had a ten-minute orgasm, but when it was over, that was it. There was no gradual waning — one second it was out-of-this-world, please-don’t-stop, need-more-and-more-and-more, and the next, she was done.
And Danny knew. He’d come in her ass already, and then had kept going. He hadn’t gone soft, just kept fucking her, so when she was suddenly finished, he froze.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, but… I think I’m done.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I’d say you are, just making sure nothing’s wrong.”
“Everything’s perfect, but…”
Another sexy, macho chuckle. “But can I please get out of your ass now?”
She wasn’t sure how to answer, but he thinned down and went skinny before he pulled out, and she whined a little. She’d wanted him out, but now she felt empty.
“Let me clean up a little, and then I’ll clean you. Stay put.”
“Wasn’t planning to move. Fuck, I think my muscles are all jello.”
As promised, he came back with a warm, damp washcloth, and she feasted her eyes on him as he walked across the room — both directions. Going away, she watched the muscles in his shoulders and back, and his oh-so-delectable ass. Returning, she found herself held by a predator’s unblinking stare, and she couldn’t look away.
“Most people look down when the wolf looks out.”
“I’m not most people.”
“Don’t I know it. Never change, Iris.”
He made quick work of cleaning her up, and Iris snuggled into his heat when he crawled into bed to hold her. He had to scoot himself under her, because she hadn’t been joking about not intending to move.
“Love you, Blue. Even if you were horrid in bed, I’d love you, but the fact you’re turning out to be my ideal sex partner seems a little like it’s too good to be true, but I’m not going to fuck with it. I love you.”
“Sex with you alone is better than sex with three guys.” Fuck! Why had she said that?! Great, remind him what a slut she’d been.
Instead of being upset, though, she got another of those macho chuckles that threatened to wake her clit back up. “Part of me wishes I’d been around to see some of that, but my wolf would never stand for it, so you’ll just have to tell me about your many sexual adventures.”
Which, again, was the opposite of what most men would say, but Danny wasn’t most men.
“What about you? Do I get to hear about your sexual adventures?”
“Do you want to?”
She sighed. “Yes and no. I mean, I’ve never been the jealous type, and yet, the thought of you with other women kind of hurts. I mean, I’m not saying you shouldn’t have, or that I had any claim, but…”
“If you ask a question, I’ll answer, but please only ask if you want to hear the truth.”
She nodded. “How many women at once have you been with?”
He sighed. “Five, on my birthday one year. The sweetbutts got together and gave me a dream night. I only had three at any one time, because they kind of tag teamed in and out, but it was a night to remember.”
She tried to imagine it, and had to ask, “What did you do with three girls at once?”
“I was usually only active with two — one sitting on my face while the other rode me, or fucking one while I fingered another. Lots of ways to be active with two while a third played with my balls or licked my nipples or sucked my toes or… whatever.”
Iris thought she might be sick to her stomach. “You like your toes sucked?” She didn’t do feet. Ever.
He kissed her forehead. “I don’t dislike it, but it isn’t something I ask for. It worked that night, but…” He sighed. “Your scent went sour. Talk to me.”
“Feet are gross. I don’t do feet.”
Another chuckle. “Good to know. Rest assured, I’ll never ask you to suck my toes. Now, please think of something pleasant because my wolf is getting upset with me for upsetting you.”
She laughed. “When can I spend some time with him?”
“I think that might have to wait until you’ve told your father about me. As little as we get to see each other, I’m not willing to share you with him. I want you all to myself.”
Chapter 16
By the end of October, Iris’s videos were getting millions of hits, and she’d been recognized when out with friends a few times. This meant she had to go out in a disguise if she wanted to go on an outing with Danny.
They either spent time at his house, or Brain and Harmony’s house, or ate in the MC’s restaurant, but on this night, most of the MC was going to a corn maze. Danny invited her, and she wanted to go. She enjoyed the time she spent with the other ol’ladies, and she wanted to spend time around them with their husbands. And with Danny.
Her security people assured her she’d be safe with the MC, so she only had one of her own team with her, and she felt as if that was just so they could cover their ass with her father.
She’d gotten to know the women over the many lunches and dinners she’d had with them, but she hadn’t been around the men. She’d met a few at the restaurant, but only enough to put faces with names.
Tonight, Gen was with Duke, and Angelica was with Bash, who was more than a little scary. Connie’s husband Gonzo seemed pretty nice. She hadn’t met Gabby before, but she immediately liked her, and her husband Horse was huge. She also met Nix and Tippy, Razor and Matty, and a few bikers who came without dates, but she noted they hung back, almost as if they were there as the bikers’ security. Dozer was intense, but he made her feel safe.
She didn’t see her own security guy, but she knew he was around.
Harmony was really good with disguises, and she’d put Iris in a lightweight wig — a blonde bob that completely changed the shape of her face. She also wore prescription glasses with regular lenses, and clothes from the local mall. They fit okay, but weren’t anything special, which she supposed was the point. Harmony had also done Iris’s makeup, and once the contouring was on, Iris didn’t even recognize herself in the mirror.
“You made my nose too big,” she complained.
Harmony laughed, “And yet, you’re still beautiful. No one’ll recognize you. You look wrong, but you smell right. Mac’s gonna need to put his scent on you a little more, though. Fair warning.”
She hadn
’t been joking — Danny had taken one look at her, picked her up, took her to another room, pushed her pants and undies down her legs, bent her over the back of a chair, and fucked her hard and fast until they both came in a riot of savage pleasure.
Harmony had given her a knowing grin when they returned, and Iris smiled back. Her friend had been right.
Riding with a group of bikers was surreal. So much noise and vibration, but that wasn’t what struck her the most. They were individual bikes riding as a group through the car traffic, like a troupe of dancers moving through a crowd of not-dancers. And they were all badass. People watched them as they drove by.
They drove outside of town to the corn maze, and the group parked their bikes close to the entrance gate, in a perfect line. Several men stayed in the parking lot to make sure no one messed with the motorcycles and helmets.
They rode the hayride first, and Iris couldn’t help but watch the bikers’ children. Gonzo’s older kids had brought friends, and his little ones played with Duke and Gen’s son. Iris had grown up an only child, and hadn’t had any friends until she’d started kindergarten, but she’d rarely been allowed to go to their homes. She hadn’t fully understood what she’d missed out on until she’d seen the relationships the women of the MC had with each other, and had been invited into the fold.
She’d had lots of frenemies in high school, but no real friends. No one she could trust. No one who had her back. What must it be like to have friends your whole life?
Iris still wasn’t sure what to make of Gen. She’d discovered the MC President’s wife was a successful Realtor who’d been wealthy before she started dating Duke. Still, the woman practically screamed new money. Iris had once known someone who always knew exactly how much the clothes and shoes she was wearing had cost, and she made it a point to be sure the total was more than her first car had cost. Iris had a feeling Gen always knew exactly how much she’d paid for her outfit, how much she’d have paid if it hadn’t been on sale, and felt she probably measured her own clothes up against what others were wearing. Iris had no clue how much her own clothes had cost, and she was aware that made a different — not necessary flattering — statement about her own character.
Before they went into the maze, someone in the group decided it needed to be a competition between the men and women. A tall flagpole at the back of the labyrinth was supposed to have a person handing out tokens for a free hot chocolate, so the group agreed the first team to exit the maze with their coupons would win bragging rights. They flipped a coin, and the women went right while the men went left.
Matty chose to come with the women, so she supposed it was ol’ladies and bikers, as opposed to men and women. Iris watched the interplay between everyone, and noted that, while there seemed to be little cliques of women who were closer friends, it wasn’t one clique against the other. Everyone worked together, and she didn’t pick up on any disharmony. Angelica most often decided when and where to turn, but when Harmony had an opinion, they went the direction she suggested. She also noted the women seemed to be protective of Tippy — when others approached, it seemed Harmony and Angelica physically made sure someone from the group was between the strangers and Tippy. Matty, too, seemed protective of not just Tippy, but also Gabby.
When their group finally made it to the flagpole, Harmony whispered to Iris that the men hadn’t been there yet. She would’ve been able to smell them if they had — this meant the women were ahead.
Unfortunately, they were close to finding their way out when floodlights came on, and an announcement over loudspeakers informed them the Hamilton County Sheriff’s Department needed everyone to leave in an orderly fashion. Ten minutes later, staff came walking through with other customers in their wake, to show them the way out.
The women were out before the men, but it didn’t feel like a victory.
Danny came straight to her and hugged her, as if the hour they’d been apart had been too long. He leaned down and whispered, “I smelled a dead body earlier, in the zombie display. I’m assuming someone in law enforcement discovered it, so the place is now a crime scene.”
She wondered why he hadn’t reported it, but instantly realized the problem. How would he explain he knew there was a body? She hadn’t noticed, so there was no reason he should’ve.
The bikes were parked near the front of the parking area, and she noted the streaming crowds gave them a wide berth on their way out. Much to her surprise, once they were all mounted and ready to go, the men rode through a field to get out, instead of waiting in the long line of cars, so they were on the road and headed back to the compound in ten minutes.
Iris had been inside the clubhouse during the day, but this was the first time she’d been around at night, so she was more than a little shocked when she walked in and three women were bent over a pool table while men fucked them from behind.
And then her mouth dropped open and she took two steps back when she realized one of those women was her roommate.
“Kelsey!?”
Danny put his arm around her, turned her around, and herded her back out the door.
“I’m sorry, Blueberry. I should’ve explained…fuck.”
Harmony had come out with them as well, and she pulled Iris into a hug. “It took me some time to get used to it. We’ll give them a few minutes to finish what’s probably some kind of contest before we go back inside.”
Iris shook her head. “I’ve been to countless parties of the too-rich and too-famous, so it isn’t like I’ve never seen people too fucked-up to remember to find a room before they start fucking, I just didn’t expect…” She sighed. “I realize now, the kids must’ve been taken somewhere else. I was still thinking of this as a family night. Plus, I knew Kelsey spent a lot of time here, but I had no idea she would…” She realized she sounded judgy, so she shut up. Kelsey could do what she wanted.
“You said you watched Sons of Anarchy, so you know there are girls who hang around just to be fucked, right?” Harmony asked. “Sometimes, they find a biker who likes them, sometimes they don’t. They’re called sweetbutts, and tradition says the ol’ladies don’t have anything to do with them, but I’ve never been good at following the rules. Things might be a little awkward if you want to be friends with Freckles while you’re here, but something tells me you’ll blaze your own trail.”
Iris looked up to Danny, who told her, “Whatever you want to do, we’ll do. I can take you to my room downstairs, or we can hang out with the others. It occurs to me, I don’t even know what you prefer to drink, other than wine.”
“Mostly wine and champagne. Oh, and Jägermeister, if the purpose is to get drunk, but I haven’t done that in a few years.”
“Fuckin’ A,” said Harmony. “You’re hardcore. I bet you’re a blast when you’re drunk.”
Iris pulled the blonde wig off, worked her long, dark hair out of the low bun at the back of her head, and finger combed it out. “Maybe a few shots, but then I’ll need to switch to water.”
“I drink Long Island Iced Tea. You’re welcome to some of those with me. Gen will probably make a batch of margaritas.”
“I could do some tea with you, instead of the shots.” She wrinkled her nose. “Tequila in large quantities is not my friend, though, so I’ll pass on the margaritas.”
The door opened and closed, and Kelsey walked to them. “Iris? They said you’re here with McGyver? What the fuck? I mean, I know he got in the car with you when you brought me, but that was months ago! Have ya’ll been seeing each other?”
“Club secrets,” Danny told her. “No one can know Iris and I are together.”
“My dad would have a cow and pull me out of classes, and I really want to finally graduate this year,” Iris explained.
“Yeah. Okay. Sure. I guess ya’ll already knew each other?”
“In high school. Yes. There’s a good chance my dad has listening devices in the apartment, so we can’t talk about this at home,” Iris told her. There was actually a good c
hance there was video and not just audio, but no sense alarming her roommate more than necessary.
“That’s an invasion of privacy.”
“I can assure you, he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about anything you say. Also, he recently donated a couple million dollars to the college for some athletic something-or-other, so no one’s going to slap his hand over it if he gets caught.”
“You know how this works, Freckles,” McGyver told her. “You take care of the club, and the club takes care of you. Iris is mine, and we need to protect her.”
“I get it. I’ll do whatever ya’ll say.” She looked at Iris. “Are we good?”
“Yeah.” Kelsey was a big girl and was obviously here of her own free will. “Whatever floats your boat. No judgement.” Because, in truth, Iris had seen much, much worse. She’d done worse when she’d been strung out on blow, but Danny had told her there were never drugs in the clubhouse. Kelsey looked like she’d been drinking, but she didn’t have any of the signs of cocaine use.
She stepped forward and hugged her roommate. “Seriously. No judgement. If I thought you were here because you had low self-esteem, I’d probably have a few things to say, but I get the feeling you enjoy being here for reasons of your own, so good for you. No attachments and lots of sex? I don’t know your reasons, and they’re none of my business, but the point is, I’m in love with one of the bikers so who am I to judge anyone?”
She turned, tossed her wig to Danny, and then walked back inside with her arm still around Kelsey. However, her roommate stopped just before they went back inside. “Oh, one more thing. Can you call me Freckles when we’re here? The top level guys know my real name, but everyone else just knows me as Freckles, and I’d kind of like to keep it that way. It helps me compartmentalize the different parts of my life.”
“Yeah, I can do that. Thanks for explaining.” They walked inside together and Iris looked around. “Harmony said there might be some Jägermeister here — any idea where it might be?”
“I’m your girl,” Angelica said from behind the bar. She picked up a large bottle of the dark, viscous concoction and poured it into three shot glasses. “Freckles, you should do some with us, too.”
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