Damaged & Dangerous: The Sacred Hearts MC Book VI (27 page)

She smelled phenomenal, her sex lightly perfuming the air
with its musky, sweet scent. I cried out when she reached down between us and
rose up higher to get me inside her. She sank down on me slowly, carefully, and
it took everything I had in me not to surge up to meet her downward progress.

“Oh God, fuck, Babe, you’re killing me,” I squeezed out
between gritted teeth. I let my hands smooth over all that fine pale skin, left
bare by her open dress, and watched them. God–fucking-damnit, there was
something extremely erotic about the sight of my work-rough hands on all of
that pale perfection. Cupping those gorgeous tits, the pads of my thumbs
teasing her pert nipples as she sank ever so slowly, hot and wet and perfect
over my cock.

“Mmm! Chris!” she gasped and gave a little wiggle of her
hips. I closed my eyes and turned my head and tried to get it together before I
came like some half-assed teenager in the first thirty seconds of his first
time ever.

“You good, Babe?” I questioned, voice straining almost as
much as my cock.

She looked down at me, her eyes hooded with desire, and
rolled her hips in answer. I about fucking died. I grasped her hips, her body
framed by the black material of her dress, glowing in the moonlight. She was so
fucking beautiful. My very own Lady of the Lake. My personal Goddess, my
sorrowful angel.

“God, Dani, I fucking love you,” I grated and sucked in a
deep breath. A tremulous smile touched her lips and her head tipped back, her
hair tumbling loose down her back. I reached up and smoothed the thin dress off
of her shoulders and she let it fall.

So. Fucking. Perfect.

“Ride me, Baby,” I urged her, and that smile was back on her
lips and she did just that, rode me, and I couldn’t do anything but lay back
and enjoy as I let her take her pleasure, her way.

I was so incredibly grateful that I didn’t have to let her
go. That she wanted to stay, had agreed to stay…

I teased her clit with my thumb, gently massaging the little
kernel of flesh, and didn’t bother holding back when she came. I would follow
her anywhere, through anything. My brave and perfect girl.

My woman…

Dani…

The heat and humidity was oppressive. The long ride had been
exhilarating for the first half but had become butt numbing and weary the
further south we’d travelled and the hotter it had gotten. I was sweating
beneath my jacket and I could see that it wasn’t only me. The guys were all
just as road weary as I was. However, they were perking up some as soon as we
made our way through the little beachside town of Ft. Royal, and even more so
now that we were slipping down a residential street, a line of houses with the
beach beyond them off to our left.

Dragon hung a left into a tree-lined drive and everyone fell
in behind him. My heart was suddenly in my throat. This was it. I would be
meeting the women who went with some of these men and I felt my heart rate pick
up a little. I was both excited and terribly nervous.

The house was grand. Tall and ornate, something straight out
of the Victorian era with a very modern front step. Four women stood on the
broad, sweeping stone steps. One of them very pregnant with fiery red hair in a
long, light, summer dress that fit her pregnant form perfectly. She was radiant
with how she glowed and her radiance went up about ten notches as soon as she
spotted Revelator backing his big, custom chopper into line.

Another woman, the one next to Revelator’s ‘Red’, bounced
lightly on her feet in her excitement. She wore cut off shorts and a tank top,
her long, graceful legs tanned to perfection and her wheat-gold hair in a braid
over her shoulder. Her hands were clasped together in front of her mouth and it
looked like it was taking every ounce of her restraint not to go bounding down
the steps and run to whoever she was waiting for.

There was a tiny woman with long, auburn hair, who was
smiling and clapping and bouncing just as much as the taller woman beside her,
but I knew who she was, I had seen her picture. She was Trigger’s Sunshine
girl, but I couldn’t see her eyes from here to see if the pictures did her eyes
any justice, if they were really a true golden hue.

The last woman was as tall as the bouncy one beside Red. Her
platinum hair in a short pixie cut, her expression pinched with impatience, and
my heart ached for her. I knew who she was instantly and I knew what had
happened to her. What Sparks had done. She was looking for Ghost and when she
saw him, her face broke into a smile, but the smile froze on her face when
Thirteen tapped my hands to jump off.

I did so gladly so he could back the bike in, and I stood by
and watched as the small woman with the auburn hair launched herself at
Trigger. He swept her up and kissed her and held her tight while the bouncy
woman went for Dray. Revelator went to his Red and dropped to one knee in front
of her, placing a reverent kiss on her swollen belly.

A sharp cry brought my attention back to Sunshine. Trigger
set her on her feet and she reached for and went to Reaver, breaking into giant,
wracking sobs. Reaver knelt with a sad little smile and took her into his arms
in a sweet and careful hug. He laid his cheek on the top of her head while she
sobbed into the side of his neck and my heart lightened.

I’d forgotten. The women thought Reaver was dead and gone
for these long months. I bit my bottom lip and watched as he passed the small
woman back to his best friend and went up to the platinum blonde. Their eyes
were a perfect match for each other’s but while Reaver’s were somber, Shelly,
his cousin’s sparked sapphire flames.

“Hey, Baby Cuz…” he said gently, and Shelly did something
unprecedented. She hauled off and cold-cocked her cousin right in the mouth
with her closed fist. Reaver’s head snapped to the side and Ghost reached for
her.

“Don’t touch me!” she snapped and, shaking her man off,
stalked for the open door to the house. Reaver touched his face and worked his
jaw back and forth while Ghost went after his woman. I blinked. There was no screaming,
there was no violence toward her, just Ghost trotting after her begging her to
stop and talk to him. I was transfixed for a moment but Sunshine had already
moved in and was hugging Reaver around his waist before I could ask if he was
okay.

“You okay, Babe?” Thirteen asked from beside the bike.

“Yeah, uh… I’m just melting and need to use the bathroom
really bad.” Which I did. Revelator called out from where he held his woman in
his arms.

“Through the front door all the way straight back. Only door
past the stairs, right before the kitchen and dining room.”

“Thanks.” I crept through the bedlam of the guys unloading
bikes and the like and, with a fortifying smile from Thirteen, I handed him my
helmet and went and found the bathroom.

It felt like heaven getting out of the jacket. I was in a
light halter top underneath. Something nice without being super flashy. A
simple black, held-by–strings, bathing suit style at the neck and around the
back with a scooped neckline. The material a light, fluttery silk. It went well
with my jeans and motorcycle boots.

I splashed cold water on my face and dried it and stepped
out into the quiet of the house when movement caught my eye. I turned my head
to look out the sliding glass door and my breath caught in my throat. I was
drawn out the back slider, which was open to the breeze, and stopped short at
the cement railing to the large stone back patio.

The water was beautiful. Out quite a ways, I could still
hear it crashing on the shore. Two people were walking slowly, hand in hand,
towards the house. One, a man, with long brown hair, wearing a cut over his
bare chest. The other, a small woman with short dark hair… Reaver’s wife. I
startled as the man himself stopped next to me. He looked over and down at me.

“Can I leave these with you?” he asked, plucking at the
front of his white tee shirt. I nodded mutely. He stripped his cut off and hung
it on the railing before stripping his tee over his head. The scars from where
he’d been shot were stark and bright pink against his pale skin in the bright
sunlight. He put his cut back on but stripped off his shoes and socks and left
them at the bottom of the rail near my feet. I put my hand on the soft cotton
of his tee where he slung it over the rail, and he smiled at me after rolling
up the cuffs on his jeans.

“Good luck,” I said softly, the display with his cousin
still fresh in my mind. He gave me a sad smile.

“First time in a long time I’ve ever been scared,” he
admitted; I nodded.

“I’m sorry she had such a bad reaction.”

“Shelly? Nah. I expected that from her.” He gave me a wild,
rakish grin, and I laughed, and then he was bounding down the stairs and
striding across the sand. The man saw him first. He stopped cold and a grin
spread across his face from ear to ear. The small woman, Hayden, looked up at
the man questioningly and the man had to point for her to take her eyes off
him.

The wind carried her short scream to my ears and she
startled so hard I thought she was going to fall for a moment. I prayed then,
really hard, for Reaver, that this would be a happy reunion, and I couldn’t
help but smile as the woman, who was crying now, launched herself at him. They
crashed into each other and she sobbed into his chest.

He lowered them both into the sand and he held her, rocking
her gently while she came apart in his arms, clinging to him with every ounce
of strength her small frame possessed. So enraptured was I by their reunion, I
missed the other man, who had passed them and was coming up the back step. He
stopped beside me and looked down at me and I swallowed hard, making every
attempt not to make eye contact with him. Instead I fixed my gaze on the name
flash on his cut.

Cutter.

Below that, President.

“And who might you belong to?” he asked, and I let my gaze
travel upward by just a bit. He had a neat, trim beard and a full mouth that
smiled broadly. His teeth were even and straight and blindingly white against
his very tan skin. I swallowed hard and tried not to shake. I opened my mouth
to speak when Thirteen saved me again.

“Dani!” He came to me, and wrapped me in comfort and
stability from behind.

“Ah… she yours?” Cutter asked, and I looked, he was very
handsome and his smile made him more so.

“Yes!” I blurted, “I’m Thirteen’s.”

“Nice to meet you, Dani, was it?” I nodded and quickly shook
his offered hand. He cocked his head to the side and his warm brown eyes roved
my face.

“You’re okay here, Small Fry,” he said, and I made a face.

“Small Fry?”

“Don’t like it?” he asked. I frowned.

“Anything is better than Coon,” I mumbled. His eyebrows went
up, amused and he nodded.

“Okay, I’ll remember that, Pretty Girl.” He looked to
Thirteen, “Nice to meet you, too, Man, welcome to our little slice of
paradise.” He raised a fist and Thirteen knocked it with his own.

“Thanks, Brother. It’s good to be here,” he said, and he
kissed me behind my ear where my hair was up out of the way in its messy bun. I
couldn’t help myself. I smiled and leaned back against him.

Cutter moved past us into the house and I snuck a look back
to Reaver and Hayden, who were kissing passionately now, Reaver’s long fingers
smoothing away her tears.

“You okay, Baby?” Thirteen murmured, his lips barely
brushing the shell of my ear. I couldn’t help it, the little touch sent shivers
down my spine despite the warm temperatures. Thirteen chuckled and kissed the
side of my neck.

“Later, that’s a promise.” I turned in his arms and let him
kiss me, and I felt stronger for it.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Be disappointed if you didn’t. You want to stay out here
while I help the rest of the guys, or you want to come back with me?” I gave a
sidelong look that was probably full of longing to the sea crashing distant on
the shore.

“Say no more, Baby. Relax, enjoy the ocean. Be back before
you know it.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and nipped it lightly, which
made me giggle, before he retreated back into the house.

Hayden had gone quiet, and Reaver simply held her, rocking
her slightly to the ebb and flow of the sea. An unconscious gesture. Watching
them together, more than anything, told me just how much they loved one another
and I couldn’t imagine… I didn’t
want
to imagine what the last six
months had been like for either of them.

A cool, light touch on the back of my shoulder made me jump.
I turned, and Revelator’s woman was beaming at me.

“That’s my man’s work, isn’t it?” she asked. I nodded
dumbly.

“It’s beautiful. I wish I could draw like him,” her voice
was wistful and she held out a glass of iced tea towards me.

“Thank you.” I took it and tentatively took a sip. It was
crisp and sweet and the perfect thing after such a long ride.

“My name is Mandy, what’s yours?” she asked.

“Dani, I’m Dani Broussard.” She smiled much bigger and bit
her lower lip.

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“Have you decided on a name yet? I mean do you know what
you’re having?” I asked and prayed I sounded normal. Mandy seemed sweet. She
radiated gentility and calm. She smoothed her hands over her stomach.

“We don’t know, we decided to keep it a surprise,” she gave
a gusty sigh, “Zander really likes some of the old works, Dante’s Inferno,
Milton’s Paradise Lost, that sort of thing. I’m okay with our son being named
Dante, I really am, but if we have a girl he wants to name her Beatrice.” She
made this face and crossed her eyes and I burst out laughing.

“You can’t come up with anything else that he likes?” I
asked.

“I tried! I really did, I suggested Trinity and he sort of
kind of liked it but he really wants it to fall in line with either Dante or
Milton and I can’t find anything else.” She gave a gusty sigh and bounced a
little on her feet, her face twisting into a bit of a grimace.

“Honestly it’s probably a moot point, this child is all
Zander’s and a little slugger. With as much as it punches and kicks, it
has
to be a boy.”

I cocked my head to the side and considered Mandy, “What
about Eden?” I asked.

“Eden?” she echoed.

“Yeah, as in the Garden of Eden from Paradise lost.”

“I could be on board with that.”

We both startled and turned at the same time. Revelator was
leaning in the sliding glass doorway.

“Eden. I actually really like that.”

Mandy’s face broke into a beatific smile and she went to her
man, leaning against him and twining her arms around his broad shoulders, the
white gold ring I’d fashioned for her winking on her finger, sparkling in the
sun. That made
me
smile more than anything.

“See you’ve met Dani, Sugar,” he kissed Mandy’s cheek and
Mandy nodded.

“Yep, Zander told me you made our rings. I wanted to say
thank you but, silly me, I got sidetracked.”

“It was nothing, really. I like making things and it was
more than a fair trade.”

“You’re all probably starving…”

Mandy was a kind and gentle soul. She took me under her wing
immediately and I could tell she would make a fine mother. The reunion between
the club and the Ol’ Ladies was a happy one. Cutter and some of his men built a
bonfire on the beach and fired up the large grill on the back patio.

Meat was grilled, beers were cracked, and a feast commenced
with laughing and some singing. Disney was reunited with the love of his life,
Aaron, and the two were very openly affectionate. What struck me about it
though, was that none of The Sacred Hearts men were the slightest bit phased by
it and the few men of The Kraken who were uncomfortable were quickly put in
their place by their President, Cutter.

The whole experience was eye-opening to say the least, and
now most of the couples were gathered on blankets in the sand around the
roaring flames, using rocks and washed up logs as backrests. I sat between
Thirteen’s legs, my back resting against his bare chest, and relished the skin
on skin contact.