Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1) (7 page)

“You’ve got a perfect ass, Karina.”

“Thank you,” she says.

Hooking a thumb into the waistband of her underwear, I order her, “Lift up.”

She raises her hips for me to tug her panties down her legs, leaving them around her knees. Fuckin’ fantastic ass. Smooth, round, and firm. Tight, young flesh. Posed and waiting so perfectly. Waiting for whatever I want to do to her.

I’m a bastard. I know I am. One sick motherfucker when I want to be. Here my girl is, so naïve. I’m fuckin’ thankful she ran into me, and not someone worse who’d hurt and misuse her. She’s much too trusting.

It makes me want to protect her.

And
punish her.

Raising my hand, I bring my palm down on her ass with a satisfying crack. She flinches and I take a second to admire the handprint I left on her ass cheek.

My other arm clamps across her waist to keep her anchored to my lap.

She quivers against me, waiting for the next blow. I don’t give her a lot of time to think it over. Just swat her and enjoy watching her ass turn red. She moans and wriggles, but doesn’t yell or try to get away.

I’m already fucking hard again.

My palm stings, so I stop and admire her glowing ass. She raises her hips a bit, as if begging me to keep going.

Unreal.

I rub her ass in small circles, then trail my fingers down to her thighs. “Open.”

She parts her legs and I work my hand over her pussy.

“Soaking wet, little girl. Someone likes bein’ spanked.”

Moans and sighs are the only answer I get from her.

So fuckin’ slick, I work one finger into her tight little pussy, enjoyin’ the way she squeezes my finger tight. Fuck. I need to be up inside her right the fuck now.

Face down over Dante’s lap, I’ve never felt safer or happier. Each spank leaves me hot and aching for his cock. The next slap makes me moan, a begging, needy sound. My skin flushes hot that I sound so desperate.

His big hand stroking my ass, his finger pushing inside, I’m so ready.

“Need to fuck you, Karina.”

“Yes, please.”

He groans at my answer, and my world spins as he shifts me off his lap and onto the bed.

Reaching over me to the nightstand, he plucks a condom out of an open box and rips it open.

“They told me—”

“I know. It’s fine, baby girl.”

Baby girl.
Oh my God, I love the way he calls me that.

I gasp as he slides his thick, muscled arms under my thighs, spreading me wide for his cock. He pauses before sinking into me.

“Fuuuck, baby girl, you’re so fuckin’ tight.”

“You’re just so fucking big,” I answer, surprising myself.

He roars with laughter and takes my mouth in a demanding kiss. Time spins away as I lose myself in all the pleasurable sensations spiraling through me. His cock sliding in slow, stretching me. He works into a pattern, stroking over that magical spot inside of me that feels so good. Our tongues, licking and crashing against each other. His rough hands squeezing and stroking my breasts, thumbing my nipples.

My orgasm washes over me, warm and sweet. Before I know what’s happening, Dante slides out of me, snaps off the condom, and shoots hot cum all over my tits and belly.

Eyes half-closed and sexy lips turned into a smirk, he looks extremely satisfied with himself. But I think I know what will please him even more

I run my fingers through the sticky wetness, rubbing his cum into my skin. Over my breasts.

“Pinch your nipples,” he breathes out.

I do and he groans.

“Let’s get you clean.”

He slides his arms under my body and carries me into the bathroom. I don’t know what to think, except I like the way he makes me feel. Dirty, used, protected, and cherished.

Nuzzling my forehead against his stubbly cheek, I ask the question that’s been burning in my head all day. “How old are you, Dante?”

His gaze flicks down, searching my face. “Thirty-four.”

“That’s not that old,” I answer as he sets me down next to the tub.

He lets out a big, booming laugh. “No?”

“No. Logan said you were too old for me, but I think you’re just right.”

His jaw twitches and I wish I’d kept my mouth shut. “When’d he say that?”

“This morning when he grabbed me outside the bathroom.” Whoops. Too late, I realize I should have chosen my words more carefully.

His eyes narrow. “Whaddya mean, grabbed you?”

My shoulders jump up and down. “I told you—”

He turns and flips the shower on, waiting for it to heat up. “Yeah, but you didn’t say he put his hands on you.”

“I’m sorry.”

He nails me with another hard stare. “Don’t be sorry. Not your fault. He shouldn’t be touching what doesn’t belong to him. I’ll need to make that clear when he gets back from his run.”

I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

“What?” he asks, studying my face.

“How long will he be gone?”

“Should be less than a week.”

“Oh.”

He laughs again. “Were you hoping for longer?”

“Maybe.”

He grunts and takes my hand, leading me under the hot spray. I squeal and turn away. “Hot! Hot!”

He pushes me behind him and adjusts the temperature. “Sorry, babe. Forgot you got all that soft, silky skin. Not a tough rhino-hide like mine.”

It’s such a silly thing to say, I end up giggling. When the water cools, he spins us around and washes me clean. His strokes turn from simple cleansing, to dirty teasing fast. “I loved seeing my cum dripping off these fat nipples, baby.”

I squirm in his grasp as he rolls and pinches my nipples. “Did you just call me fat?” I pant out.

Leaning over, he nips at my neck and shoulder, pinching my stiff nubs even harder. “No, I called these juicy, sexy-as-fuck, little nipples fat. Don’t start that shit with me, babe. You’re fuckin’ perfect. Already told you. Showed you.” His hand smacks my wet ass cheek, and I groan.

When I’m cleaned to his satisfaction, he turns us again and hands me a washcloth.

“Clean me up now, lil’ girl.”

“Yes, daddy,” I whisper, and then freeze. What the hell made me say that? Embarrassed, I stare at our feet.

He places a finger under my chin, tipping my head up. “You call your father that?”

“No, never.”

He nods once. Eyes narrowed. Expression hard, making me shiver. “Wash me then, baby girl,” he orders.

My mind races as I soap up the cloth and run it over his firm muscles. Every now and then, I stop to inspect some random scar. One I’m pretty sure is a bullet wound. Two that look like he was stabbed. The Iron Bulls MC tat takes up his entire chest and is an impressive piece. He’s got full-sleeve tattoos, vibrant and colorful. I can’t get enough of his abs or the sexy V leading down to his semi-hard cock. But I can’t stop thinking about the words that popped out of my mouth either.

Christ, am I so starved for attention, I’m turning into some needy woman with daddy issues?

Duh, of course I am. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be picking up guys on the sidewalk for a marathon sex session. Letting him take me to the clinic. Spending the weekend at his house.

Calling him daddy.

Yes, daddy.

What. The. Fuck.

Lust slams right the fuck through me. Never,
ever
have I wanted a bitch to call me
that
. Some have tried and been rudely corrected. It always seemed too weird.

It’s
not
weird when it comes out of Karina’s mouth.

It’s right.

Except. “You call your father that?” I ask her.

“No, never.”

She washes every inch of me thoroughly and appreciatively. I’m rock hard and ready to fuck her again in no time. This is insane.

When we’re all clean, I shut the water off and lead her out. Little shivers work over her, so I wrap her in a towel and dry her off. She balances holding on to my shoulders while I pat down her legs. Her stomach growls as I lean over.

“You hungry, baby girl?”

“Yeah. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

Well, of course she hasn’t. She’s been with me all damn day.

Taking her by the hand back into my bedroom, I toss her a T-shirt. “You bring some jeans?”

“Yeah.”

“Get dressed, I’m gonna take you out.”

She pulls another sexy fucking pair of tiny panties out of her backpack and I have to turn around or she’s gonna pass out from starvation when I fuck her again.

Knowing how cool the mountain air will be on my bike, I toss her a sweatshirt before we head downstairs.

Riding always clears my fucked up head. It gives me clarity and peace of mind that nothing else can. Not weed, booze, or pussy.

Right now, the thing I’m fucked up about has her arms wrapped tightly around my middle. Her small hands resting right above my dick. Tight little body pressed up against me. Juicy thighs hugging my hips.

I’m aware of every move she makes. When her arms tighten around me and I sense she’s scared, I slow the bike down. Never worried about shit like that before.

We ride for a while. I don’t want to end up someplace we’ll run into any of my brothers. I don’t leave our territory either. It’s just better that way. I’m wearin’ my cut and she’s wearing my sweatshirt with my club’s logo.

I like the way she looks in my clothes.

The pizza place I pull up to is a family-type joint, complete with red and white plastic tablecloths. I lead her by the hand to a table in the back and seat her with her back to the rest of the room. I put my back to the wall so I can see any potential threat and take care of it before my girl gets hurt.

That’s just how my mind works.

The menu is one page. But Karina studies it for a while before glancing up.

“What do you want on your pizza?”

“The garden one sounds really good.”

Awful thing to do to pizza, but I nod. When the waitress comes, I do the ordering.

“One of those antipasto salads to split. Large pizza, half carnivore, half garden.” The waitress quirks her mouth at me.

“Drinks?”

I glance at Karina and she addresses the waitress. “Root beer, please.”

“Just bring us a pitcher, thanks.” I hand her the menus and she leaves.

I’m fascinated by the woman across from me. Back at my cabin, she’s all needy little girl. Doin’ what I ask, looking to me for instruction. Out here, she’s fully in charge of herself.

It’s a huge fuckin’ turn-on.

That’s why I needed to get us out of the house. In public. A place where I can’t just stick my dick in her every second.

Taking one of her small hands in mine, I trace my finger over the fine blue veins visible through her pale skin. “So, Hemi said you want to be a doctor?”

She tries to jerk her hand out of my grasp. “He told you that?”

“Yeah. Says you’re real smart.”

Her face screws up with confusion. “Really?”

I’m uncomfortable with where this is going. She seems a little too excited hearing what Hemi thinks of her.

The waitress drops off our salad, soda, and two plates.

Karina seems fascinated by the little pinwheels of meat and cheese on top of the salad. She plucks one off the top with her fingers and nibbles on it before heaping forkfuls of salad onto her plate.