Dagger (Devil's Fury MC 4)

by Harley Wylde

  Dagger (Devil’s Fury MC 4)

  Harley Wylde

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  Table of Contents

  Dagger (Devil’s Fury MC 4)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments and Dedication

  Harley Wylde

  Dagger (Devil’s Fury MC 4)

  Harley Wylde

  Zoe -- I would give my life to protect my son, and it nearly ripped my heart out when I learned the person I’d trusted with my most precious possession had turned on us. Luis is in trouble, held captive by the cartel, and there’s only one way I know to save him. Marry Dagger. He’s an outlaw, a biker, and hasn’t made it a secret that I’m not his first choice. Accepting him is one thing, but accepting his lover as part of the deal is harder for me. Until I end up falling for both of them. Dagger and Jared have shown me what it means to love someone, and I only hope they’ll have enough love for me and Luis as well.

  Dagger -- Being bisexual in a club full of alpha bikers means walking a fine line. They don’t care what I do behind closed doors, as long as I don’t flaunt that part of my life in front of them. The only way I could ever have an acceptable relationship with another man is if there’s a woman between us. I didn’t count on that woman being a sexy señorita with a little boy. It doesn’t take long for Zoe and Luis to wrap me around their fingers, and I can tell Jared is falling for them too. I have the family I’ve always wanted, and I’ll do anything to keep them safe. Even wage war with the Mexican cartel if that’s what it takes.

  Jared -- The Devil’s Fury are my family, the only place I’ve felt like I had a home in what seems like forever. The thought of jeopardizing that is the only thing holding me back from telling Dagger how I really feel. When I find out he’s married, the pain and anger nearly consume me. It never occurred to me he’d want to share Zoe, or that the three of us could be together permanently. But first we have to get Luis, her son, back, and end the threat that could take our family from us.

  Chapter One

  Dagger

  I couldn’t believe the Pres had actually done it. He’d asked Shella to leave, even if it was temporary. He’d sent her to the Devil’s Boneyard to visit her half-sister, but I’d seen how loaded her car was when she drove out of here. The anger in her eyes had been a clear indication she wasn’t coming back anytime soon. If ever. I’d had my eye on her since she turned eighteen, even though I mostly wanted to put her over my knee and spank her every time she acted up.

  It was bullshit. There was no reason she couldn’t stay here, even though we’d recently had a bunch of women dropped at our doorstep. So what if some of them were moving into the Pres’ house? If Shella didn’t want to stay there, she’d had other options. I’d have gladly taken her into my house. And into my bed. I knew she wasn’t as innocent as most thought, but I didn’t think she’d gone all the way yet either. The thought of taking her innocence, making her mine, had heated the blood in my veins.

  I punched the wall in my kitchen, pissed that I’d had no control over whether she stayed or left, all because I’d never manned up and claimed her. The Pres hadn’t balked when Badger paired off with Adalia, or when Dragon kept Lilian. What was the difference in me keeping Shella? Besides the age difference. There were a lot more years between me and Shella than the others and their ol’ ladies. Didn’t matter to me, but I knew it would to others.

  A hand gripped the back of my neck and squeezed. “Easy, Dagger. You put holes in all the walls and you’ll either have to buy a shit ton of pictures to hang, or you’ll be patching drywall for the next week.”

  I looked over my shoulder at Jared, a Prospect who’d become more to me. I didn’t flaunt the fact I was bisexual in front of the club, but what we did behind closed doors was no one’s business but our own. He was younger than me, but he’d seen too much of the ugliness in the world and it had aged him. I sighed and tried to release the tension in my body. Being pissed over Shella leaving, when I hadn’t flat out said I wanted her to stay, wasn’t going to solve anything.

  Jared gripped my beard and pulled me down, pressing his lips to mine. I let him have his way, kissing him back. I knew he cared, and I had feelings for him too, even though we’d never put a label on what we had. It wasn’t like I’d moved him into my house, even if he did come over nearly every night. We weren’t exclusive, or out in the open about our relationship. I still put in my appearance at the clubhouse, and I enjoyed the club pussy as much as anyone else there, but I knew having only a woman in my bed night after night would never keep me satisfied, or happy.

  Jared released me and grinned. “See? Now that you’re calmer, let’s discuss this Shella issue. Yeah, she was hot. And I know you got off on the idea of taming her sassy mouth, but how pissed are you because she got away and how much is because you really wanted forever with her?”

  I knew he was right. Didn’t like it. I shook my head and leaned back against the kitchen counter. Reaching for him, I pulled him closer. Jared wrapped his arms around my waist, our lower bodies pressed together, as he assessed me.

  “I’m right, aren’t I?” he asked. “We both wouldn’t have minded having her between us, or under, whichever, but I know she wasn’t the woman who was going to be with you forever. You know it too on some level. She didn’t have the right temperament.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I muttered.

  “Look. We have fun. We’ve even had some fun with the club whores, apart and together. I know damn well the club will never accept the two of us as a couple on a permanent basis. Not out in the open at any rate. Other clubs might not care, but Devil’s Fury? Can you imagine the look on Demon’s face if you tried to claim me as property?”

  I snorted, knowing he wasn’t wrong. My brothers might turn a blind eye for the moment, but if I wanted a fo
rever that included another man and only another man, there could be problems. Only way it could work is if there were a woman between us, and even then it might be dicey on them accepting the relationship.

  “I say we enjoy this for however long it can last. You’re happy, right? Or happy-ish?”

  “Of course, I’m happy,” I said. “I hate having to hide that we’re together, but I wouldn’t give up my time with you.”

  Jared kissed me again, his hand tightening on my shirt as his tongue thrust between my lips. I worked his tee loose from his jeans and slipped my fingers underneath, feeling the heat of his skin and needing more contact. Breaking the kiss, I tugged on the belt in his jeans. “Clothes off,” I said.

  He glanced around. “In the kitchen? Dagger… you have two windows in here and neither of them have anything covering them. Kissing you was risky enough. Anyone could walk past and see us.”

  I gripped his shirt and yanked it over his head before removing my own. Placing my hand against his back, I pulled him tight against me. “If the fuckers around here have nothing better to do than peep in my windows, then they get what they get. I’ll deal with the fallout. Now, are you going to get naked?”

  Jared shook his head and tried to pull back, but I wasn’t going to budge on this. I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him to his knees, before I started unfastening my belt. I saw his chest rise and fall rapidly and his eyes grew darker as he watched me unzip my jeans and pull out my cock. Yeah, he might fight me on this, but I knew he wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him. “Open.”

  He started to part his lips, then shook his head.

  “No? Do you remember what happens when you disobey?” His eyes slid shut and a shiver raked him. I gripped his hair and pulled his head back, painting his lips with my pre-cum. I dropped my voice so that it was harsher, darker. “Open your fucking mouth, Jared. You know damn well you want to. Gonna fuck your throat until you gag, then do it some more. You want my cock. My cum. Want me to bend you over and fuck you. Ride your ass until you’re begging me to come.”

  “Jesus, Dagger,” he muttered. His gaze focused on mine and I saw the heat and longing. “You fucking know I want you, but I can’t get tossed out of here. If one of the officers sees me…”

  I sighed, knowing he was right. I started to put my dick away, but he placed his hand over mine, and slowly leaned forward to lick the length of my shaft before swirling his tongue around the head. I groaned and rocked my hips forward. The heat of his mouth closed over me, then I felt his tongue lash the underside of my cock as he swallowed me, taking every fucking inch.

  I ran my fingers through his hair, savoring the moment. I knew what it cost him to give in, to show how much he needed this. I fucked his mouth with slow, deep strokes. He sucked me so hard his cheeks hollowed and it damn near made me come. I tightened my hold on him and fucked his mouth harder, driving deep until I emptied my balls, coming down his throat.

  Jared licked me clean, then looked up at me with a smirk on his lips. I jerked him to his feet and crashed my mouth against his, kissing him so hard I knew our lips would be bruised. Fuck but he drove me mad. Even now, my dick twitched and wanted more, wanting to be buried in his ass, giving him a proper fucking. And I knew he’d scream and beg for more. He liked it rough, pleasure with a mix of pain.

  I pulled back and traced his lower lip with my thumb. If things were different, I could easily love him. We’d been playing this game for months now, without anyone the wiser, as far as I knew. We were careful, really fucking careful, when we were around the club. If anyone noticed him hanging out at my house a lot, they kept their mouths shut. If anyone speculated we were more than just friends or brothers, they hadn’t said anything or come right out and asked.

  Jared glanced toward the bay window that faced the front yard and his body stiffened. I heard his inhalation and I looked to see what had him so freaked. One of the little Mexican ladies was outside, staring straight into my kitchen. I couldn’t read her expression from here, but I knew I needed to do some damage control, and quick. I zipped up and went outside to see if she was going to be a problem.

  When I stepped out onto the front stoop, she jerked like she’d been shot, but she didn’t run. I couldn’t remember her name, or even her fucking age. For all I knew this was one of the teens, but I sure the fuck hoped not since my dick was pulsing behind my zipper, and it wasn’t the aftereffects of Jared’s mouth. Little señorita had curves in all the right places, and then some. More than a handful. Fucking perfection.

  “Why are you in my yard?” I asked. I knew my tone was harsh when she flinched, but I didn’t do soft. Not for anyone. She stared at the ground at her feet, refusing to look at me. Fuck. The sunlight filtered through her dress making the damn thing transparent and I got even harder. I was a sick fucking bastard. “I asked you a question.”

  I felt a hand on my shoulder and the heat of Jared’s body against my back. “You’re scaring her, Dagger. Ease up.”

  “When I ask a question, I expect a fucking answer,” I said. “Disrespectful little shits get their asses paddled.”

  I heard her gasp and noticed she still wouldn’t look up, but there was a flush spreading across her chest and up what I could see of her neck. Interesting. I stepped off the stoop and moved closer to her. She tensed, but didn’t run. Her fingers clenched on the skirt of her dress, fisting the material. It only served to pull it tighter across her body, accenting her curves. She was tiny, barely reaching my chest, but damn, was the woman stacked. Ass and tits for days, and a slightly rounded belly I’d be willing to bet was soft as hell. She had the perfect hips for holding onto during a good, hard fuck.

  “Why are you here?” I asked again. “And fucking look at me when I’m talking to you.”

  She lifted her gaze. Her skin was sun-kissed, and her eyes were a brilliant blue. The blonde of her hair hung in thick heavy waves down her back, and I knew from previous sightings of the sexy señorita that it went all the way to her ass. When people thought of Mexican señoritas, they thought of dark hair and eyes, but this little honey didn’t fit the typical stereotype. I saw her lower lip tremble and hoped like fuck she wasn’t about to start crying. I hated it when women cried. Manipulative little bitches. They might have been dropped on our doorstep for safekeeping, but I wasn’t about to let her blab about what she’d seen.

  That was it. I was done with this shit. I stepped closer, grabbed her waist, and threw her over my shoulder before turning to carry her into the house. It didn’t escape my notice her nice, round ass was right by my face. Perfect range for taking a bite. She didn’t squirm or fight. Just hung there, accepting her fate. Made me wonder if I did paddle her ass, would she let me? Even like it?

  I carried her inside, with Jared trailing after me. I heard him shut the front door. A sane man might have dumped her ass on the couch, or in a kitchen chair. But I was a crazy bastard. I carried her down the hall to my room, tossed her onto the bed and before she could escape, I clicked one of the handcuffs on my headboard around her wrist. Her eyes went wide as she looked at it, then glanced at me.

  “Dagger, what the hell are you doing?” Jared asked. “Grizzly is going to have your ass for this, and not in a fun way.”

  The woman looked from me to Jared and back.

  “Let’s try this again. Why the fuck were you standing in my yard, watching us through my window?”

  She shifted on the bed. “I saw you.”

  “I fucking know that. Peeping Thomasina.”

  “No, not just now. I meant…” Her cheeks warmed. “I know we aren’t allowed near the clubhouse, but I was curious about the music. I thought if I stayed in the shadows at the back, maybe I wouldn’t get caught but I could still listen.”

  The back of the clubhouse. I shot a glance over to Jared and knew he was thinking the same thing I was. Last night, we’d gone back there in the dark, where we’d thought no one was watching. I’d kissed the hell out of him, and we’d ended up jerking eac
h other off. Still, even if she’d seen us last night, it didn’t explain why she was here today. Unless she’d planned to blackmail me?

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  “To stay here,” she said, glancing at both of us. “You like each other so I’d be safe here. You wouldn’t try to touch me. Even when you picked me up, I knew you wouldn’t force yourself on me, even if you did bring me to your bedroom.”

  I snorted and shook my head. I waved a hand at my crotch where my dick was still hard. “Honey, this isn’t all because of him. Seeing you out there with the light shining through your dress got me hard as fuck.”

  “We like men and women,” Jared said.

  She looked completely crestfallen as her shoulders slumped and her chin dropped to her chest. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

  Something wasn’t adding up. Why was it so important to her that we not like women? She’d said she’d be safe. What had happened to make her feel like she wasn’t safe at the compound?

  I hunkered down in front of her, gripping her chin and forcing her to hold my gaze. What I saw pissed me off. Fear. Someone had terrified the shit out of her and I wanted a damn name. Even worse, now that she knew I wasn’t gay, she seemed afraid of me too. “Who tried to touch you?”

  “I don’t know. It was dark and I couldn’t see their name on their…” She waved a hand at my chest. Even though I wasn’t wearing my cut I knew what she meant. “They were drunk, I think. But I got scared.”

  I stroked her cheek with my fingers, noting how soft she was. I didn’t like that someone had frightened her, bad enough she came here thinking I was gay and wouldn’t touch her. I wanted to know who the fuck had gone after her. Everyone knew we were supposed to give these ladies a wide berth for now. Grizzly hadn’t decided what to do with them yet. The chunk of cash Ramirez had given the club meant they were here for the long haul, but we didn’t exactly have a good setup for a lot of single women, unless they were spreading their legs.