(Club Chrome MC 2) All Dogs Bite (7 page)

Her fingers curled tightly in the comforter until she made a conscious effort to relax, breathing against the invasion and focusing on the tingling pleasure slowly building. It was different, she realized, but still good. She let herself feel the bliss building and soon she was pushing against him, rocking so that she gained more pressure, groaning as the pleasure began to ramp up.
Yessss
….that sweet oblivion was coming and she welcomed it with open arms.
Yes, Bronx! Do it to me! Make me come! Make me yours!

Suddenly Bronx growled and he slapped her behind again, causing her to yelp and then groan, God, he was so brutal! So unpredictable, she couldn’t handle how he made her feel! “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? You seem the good girl but deep down you’re a little nasty thing, aren’t you?”

What could she say to that when she knew it was true? She groaned, not caring if the world heard her. She liked getting railed by Bronx in this way; hell, who was she kidding? She’d take him in her body anyway she could get him! “
Yesss
, Bronx, yes!” it was all she could manage before a shocking orgasm ripped the words from her mouth, stunning her with its ferocity and she froze, unable to do anything but endure the pleasurable onslaught of every nerve ending screaming to life, clenching, curling, bursting with sweet bliss and all she could do was mewl nonsensical gibberish as she lost her reason in the haze of pleasure rocking her body.
Yes, God, yes, yes, yes!
She shuddered and collapsed just as she dimly heard Bronx shout his release. His weight on her back, his cock still buried in her ass, and his labored breath on the back of her neck was something unbearably sexy to her. This was what she’d yearned for all those years, what she’d hoped for in her darkest heart of hearts, her secret perverted fantasies. Total ownership and mastery of her body — no listening to her paltry protests, but ramming past her objections because he knew more than she when it came to what she needed at that moment. Was that pathetic? Shouldn’t she be filled with feminist rage at her own thoughts? She couldn’t muster the energy to try. Her bones were melting; her brain was fried.

Come what may — Bronx was the acetone to her painted canvas and she embraced the destruction.

***

Bronx couldn’t catch his breath. He was too young for a heart attack but damn, if his heart wasn’t trying to give it a good shot. He rolled to his back, his hand flopping over his eyes as Delainey lay beside him, breathing as hard as him. He squeezed his eyes shut. What the hell was wrong with him? Fucking her in the ass? Was he some kind of monster?
Fuuuuck
. Delainey brought out something in him that he couldn’t quite define. A possessiveness that ripped his control to shreds and consumed him. He was already addicted to her sweetness, her vulnerable soft spots and it seemed he was determined to put his mark on each and every one. Even now he wanted to pull her into the shelter of his arms and cuddle. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Cuddle
? Was that even a word in his vocabulary? No. An emphatic no. Girls who wanted cuddle time, got walking time on his watch. But try as he might, he couldn’t just leave things like they were as so he threw an uncomfortable, “Sorry, if I hurt you,” her way and climbed from the bed to clean up. He found baby wipes in her bathroom and grabbed a few to wipe off his dick then, against his better judgment, brought her a few, too. “Here,” he said, handing her the moist disposable cloth.

She accepted the cloth with a blush but then scrambled from the bed to disappear behind a closed bathroom door.
Good going. Now she probably thinks you’re a total dick and she’d be right
. But it was so sweet, so perfect. His cock knew no boundaries with her. He wanted to possess her body in every way possible and that meant taking her in the ass, too. Good-fucking-grief, he was thinking like a possessive jackass. She emerged from the bathroom with a shy, forlorn expression and it pricked at his bitter, shriveled up heart. “Do you…I mean…did you enjoy…that?”

He looked up, confused. “Did I enjoy what? What we just did?” At her nod, he muttered an expletive. “Baby girl, of course I enjoyed it. The question is…did you?”

To his surprise, she nodded, but her eyes were wide as if alarmed by her own admission and he actually laughed at the absurdity of the situation. “Come here,” he said, patting the spot beside him. When she climbed onto the bed, he pulled her into the shelter of his arms, very aware of how much he liked the feeling of her nestled against him. “Listen, I didn’t mean to fuck you like that. I mean, Jesus, it’s your first time and all that but I couldn’t seem to help myself. I’m sorry if I hurt you. I won’t do it again.”

“What if I liked it and wanted you to do it again,” she supposed in a small voice, catching him off-guard.

“Say what?”

She shifted against him and buried her head against his chest, admitting, “It hurt a little at first but then it started to feel really good and I liked it. I liked it a lot. I mean, I think I like the other stuff better but…I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime, you know?”

Holy hell, were they having this conversation? Fucking surreal. “Assuming there is another time…yeah, sure.” Even as the words left his mouth, it was as if even his lips knew it was bullshit and turned down at the corners. He could spend days and nights inside Delainey and not complain.
And where does that come from, hmmmm?
He wasn’t a keeper sort of guy. He was the quintessential love ‘em and leave ‘em type. He couldn’t have Delainey hanging onto him, clinging to his jacket like she was his woman. He had to get his mind back on track, back to what he understood. He shifted and winced as his wound protested with a big fucking
Hey-Remember-Me-Asshole?
And he had to wait out the roll of pain that followed. “So why no boyfriend?” he asked, trying to keep things simple and to keep her mind occupied while he took a minute to recuperate.

She sighed and began tracing faint lines on his chest with the pad of her finger. “Dating sucks when you’re a big girl,” she answered with an unhappiness that made him want to kiss away the frown he knew she was sporting.

“How so?”

“Because people judge you when they see that you’re not a perfect size four.” She shifted for a better position. “I went on this dating site and at first it was fine. I got quite a few emails from interested guys and then they all just, sort of, fizzled out for one reason or another and I’m not saying that it was all because I’m fat—“

“Hey,” he interrupted her softly. “Is that how you see yourself?”

She nodded.

“You’re sexy as hell. Don’t put labels on yourself that limit who you are.”

“You think I’m sexy?” She giggled softly, the sound tugging at that cold, shriveled thing in his chest that masqueraded as a heart. “That’s sweet.”

“Fuck that, it’s not sweet at all,” he contradicted her. “It’s the truth. Look at my dick, baby girl. Does that look like I’m just being sweet?” Indeed, his cock was already half-swelling just lying there naked together. “My dick doesn’t rise for just anyone. He likes you.”

At that she laughed and actually reached out and curled her hand around the plump rod rising from his nest of pubic hair. “Well, I like him, too. I think we could be good friends, he and I.”

“Hmmm…you think so?” he said, reaching to caress a soft nipple. “You don’t need friends like that, sweetheart. A girl like you needs something real, something worth coming home to.”

“Are you not worth coming home to?” she asked softly and he answered with a resolute shake of his head.

“Hell no. I’m the worst kind of asshole. You don’t want me.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m the kind of guy who ruins girls like you.” It was the bare honest truth. He had no business mucking with her life but he didn’t have a choice right now. “When I’m gone, the best thing you could do is to forget about me.”

She fell silent but her hand remained curled around his cock as if it were safety line, when in fact, it would only drag her down. She finally released him, pulling away to stare at him. “I don’t want to forget you.”

“Yeah? Well, if you know what’s good for you, you will.”

Her gaze narrowed slightly as if contemplating his statement and then she declared, “That’ll be for me to decide, not you. Until then…how much longer do you need before you can go again?”

He stared in shock at the hungry look in her eyes. There was no faking the burn of arousal in her gaze, nor the the way her nipples instantly pebbled, as if already between his lips. “Are you sure?” he asked, shaking his head. He never thought he’d say this, but it would seem he’d run across a woman with a sexual appetite that matched his own. She answered by leaning over and taking his cock straight into her mouth, sending rocketships of pleasure blasting across his nerve endings and he groaned, “I take that as a yes,
holy shit
, yes.”

At the rate they were going, it would be a damn miracle if he had a drop of semen left in him by morning.

Miss Delainey Jones, for all her seeming innocence, was a fucking insatiable animal in bed, which by all accounts was one of his favorite qualities in a woman.

Ahhhh, Jesus girl…!

-6-

Delainey was softly snoring beside him when he crawled out of the bed, careful not to disturb her. He needed to make a phone call and he didn’t want her listening. Thankfully, she was sacked out and dead to the world. A grin found his lips. The woman was a handful. He liked that. Padding quietly out of the room, he closed the bedroom door softly behind him and walked naked into the living room to snake the cordless phone from the cradle. It was three in the morning but he had to talk to someone from his crew, someone he could trust. He couldn’t wait until he got his hands on a disposable phone either. It was a calculated risk, though. There were precious few people in this world that he gave his trust to, Pyro, was one of them and if he knew the guy, he knew he wasn’t sleeping.

“Who the fuck is this?” Pyro’s voice came on the line, belligerent and suspicious all at once. “And how’d you get this number?”

“Calm down, it’s me, Bronx. You alone?”

“Bronx? What the fuck, dude? Where are you? Shit went down real bad the other night and people are saying, you’re dead. You sure as hell don’t sound dead so what’s the deal?”

“Someone fucking tried their best to make it happen. I sensed something was off and the bullet that was supposed to hit my chest, went clean through my side. Damn lucky. Guess I have a guardian angel after all.”

Pyro grunted. “Sure as shit. So where the hell are you? Whose number is this?”

“Just a friend. Laying low until I heal up. Then I’m coming for the fucker who did this.”

“Do you know who shot you?”

“I didn’t know him. Seemed new to the gang. I wasn’t paying attention because, fuck, I had my mind on the fucking drop but it was all a set up from the start. A damn ambush.”

“Fuuuck,” Pyro drawled and then Bronx heard him scratch his beard from across the line. “So what’s the plan?”

“Don’t tell anyone I called. Let them think I’m dead in a ditch somewhere until I can figure out who might want me dead.”

Pyro chuckled. “You’re an asshole. The list is long.”

“Fuck you,” he shot back but Pyro was right. He wasn’t known for his people skills. “I’ll be in touch. In the meantime, start asking around, quiet-like. See if you can find out anything.”

“Sure, man. Why don’t you just tell me where you’re hiding out and I’ll come get you.”

“No, I’m good where I’m at. No one would think to look for me here. Just do what I asked. I’ll call you. Don’t call this number, you got it?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Good.” Bronx let out a breath. “Thanks man. I appreciate it.”

“Sure. I’ll keep the home fires burning while you’re out playing detective.”

Bronx didn’t feel the need to respond and hung up. He trusted Pyro — to a point. But the fact of the matter was, the club made their cash by making deals with shady people and Pyro was right, there was a long list of people who wouldn’t mind putting him in the ground, if not for personal reasons but for business ones, too.

He was the leader of The Road Dogs and things had been chill between his gang and the rival gang, The Kings until recently. Now there was all sorts of weird currents flowing between them. He knew the leaders, Jax Traeger and Hunter Ericksen pretty well. Don’t get the wrong idea — they weren’t friends by any means. Personally, he found them to be too close.

Jax and Hunter had a thing for sharing women, which was something he’d never fucking understand. He didn’t like to share anything. Too much time spent in foster care in his childhood where nothing belonged to him had made him territorial about his stuff. And to share a woman with another man in the same fucking bed? No way. His gaze tracked to the bedroom where Delainey was asleep and he snarled quietly at the thought of another man putting his motherfucking hands on her body. He’d rip them off.
Shake it off, man. You’re not thinking straight
, came that voice of reason that only made sense when he wasn’t balls deep inside of his curvy girl.

So, yeah, things were tense between the Dogs and The Kings, which meant, sure there was a possibility this was set up by one of the Kings but as much as he’d love to pin this situation on one of those bastards, he knew Jax and Hunter would never play that dirty. They liked to look a man in the face, so the guy knew exactly where the hurt was coming from. Had to respect that, right?

So that left looking internally for someone who might have a beef with him and externally to their business contacts.
Fuck me, that’s a long list
. He scrubbed his face with his hands then returned to the bedroom to slide in beside Delainey, pulling her gloriously soft body to him and holding her tightly. Her curves fit snugly against him, his cock resting perfectly between the cleft in her ass as if it were meant to go there.

If he were a different man, this might’ve been his life, with this woman. He didn’t want to give the idea oxygen but he did anyway. Delainey was a good woman — the kind you married. The fact that she was just about as insatiable as he was in the bedroom was the cherry on top. Just being pressed against her roused his rooster but he was content to allow his eyelids to drift shut. Hell, this was probably gonna be the best night sleep he’d had since forever.