Damaged & Dangerous: The Sacred Hearts MC Book VI (10 page)

A few minutes later, the door swung in and Thirteen waved me
forward, “Come on. I got a fire going, it’ll warm up in a minute or two.” I
went forward, curious more than anything about what the little cabin would look
like on the inside.

It was cozy, and small all right. The interior as rustic as
could be, the walls on the inside the same as the outside, simply stacked logs.
Oil lamps, bolted to those walls, provided the light needed to see by. There
was a bed just inside the front door and past it a big, black, stocky, beast of
a woodstove. There was a sink in the back left corner and a bit of a
kitchen-like counter. Behind the wood burning stove, which was in the center
right of the room, there was a little four-seater rustic wood table with
matching rustic wood chairs. I didn’t see a bathroom at all and I bit my lip.

“I think I can guess what you’re thinking,” Thirteen said
with a smart-assed grin. I raised an eyebrow. “Bathroom is an outhouse. Out the
front door and that way, in the corner of the yard.” I nodded and pursed my
lips. He chuckled.

I went back out the front door to take care of business and
when I returned, Thirteen was kneeling in front of the wood stove stoking the
fire and adding a bit more wood, coaxing it into a cheery blaze. It was warmer
in here already, though there admittedly wasn’t a whole lot of space in here to
warm up.

“That’s better,” he remarked and stood, “Can I take your
coat?” 

I slipped it from my shoulders and handed it to him. There
was a small dresser behind the cabin’s front door and I took off my purse and
set it on its top. I wore a fitted long-sleeved shirt with a neckline that left
my neck and shoulders bare. His eyes, more green than anything at the moment,
slipped from my face and traced the curve of my neck and out and down over my
shoulder. It was one of those looks so full of weight and substance that you
felt it like a caress, but instead of leaving me feeling dirty like it would if
it had come from Pig or any of the other guys, the look Thirteen gave me left
me feeling like I was beautiful, a fine piece of art to be admired from afar. Except
I really,
really
wanted him to touch me.

He hung my coat to the right of the bed, off a hook beneath one
of the oil lamp sconces there. There were two fixtures, one to either side of
the bed, and he’d lit them both, along with the two behind the front door. He
turned back to me and I wish I could say that things suddenly became awkward, but
they didn’t.

Desire shimmered the short distance between us, a palpable
thing like heat from a summer sidewalk. I swallowed hard and he did, too. I
wanted so badly for him to touch me, maybe even kiss me. I mean we were
alone
and Pig… Pig would never know, would never have to know. I kept him in the dark
on so many things. And if we did, Thirteen stood to lose so much more than I
did, didn’t he? I mean, they couldn’t kill me. They could
hurt
me but
they couldn’t
kill
me, and I had become rather adept at accepting their
pain, cruelty, and humiliation.

“What do you want to do, Rocket?” he asked me softly.

I raised my eyes to his and asked him, “If some things are
worth the risk… is this one of them?” His eyes went feral and dark and he made
three long strides to close the gap between us.

“Hell yes,” he growled and I was in his arms. His mouth
crashed into mine and I opened for him and drew him to me. I wanted so badly to
remember what it was to
feel good
when a man touched me, and Thirteen
promised me that and so much more with the way his mouth moved against mine,
the way his hands traveled over my curves in a warm and gentle press of skin on
skin after he’d delved beneath my shirt.

I shoved his leather jacket off his well-formed shoulders
and it crashed to the floor in a heap of leather and rattling buckles, snaps,
and zips. His hands immediately returned to my shirt, which he gathered in his
fists.

“Off,” he growled into my mouth and it was an intense
passion filled command that left heat pooling in my womb and started a deep,
throbbing ache of wanting in my vagina. I wanted him, I wanted this, and it was
more about how Thirteen made me feel alive and how life was worth living than
anything else. I obediently lifted my arms above my head and he whisked my
shirt away, his hands returning to my jean-clad hips, curving around my back
and drawing me closer to him.

I cupped his face with my hands; his short, three days’
growth of beard surprisingly soft beneath my palms as I held his face to mine.
His kiss was hot, warm, and sweet, and despite the urgency of it, patient. I
could feel him holding back and like so many things I just
knew
about
him, I knew it was for my benefit. His palms smoothed up my back to the catch
on my bra, rough with callouses but so warm and so incredibly gentle. My body
broke out in a wash of gooseflesh and tingles, a pleasurable euphoria ghosting
across every inch of my skin.

My bra disappeared and I wanted so badly for there to be
more skin contact between us. I gathered the hem of his soft cotton tee in my
hands and tugged.

“Off,” I whispered against his lips and he smiled against
mine, obediently lifting his arms as I had done. As soon as his shirt was off
we both came together, pressing against each other’s bodies like he was just as
starved for a gentle physical touch as I was.

I don’t know how long we stood there, fingertips tracing
along muscle definition and along curves, exploring one another’s bodies as we
made out like teenagers. But finally Thirteen turned me in his arms and laid me
down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, beseeching me to trust him.

I was surprised that even though I’d been hurt by any number
of men since Jared, that I really did trust Thirteen, there was something about
him. Was he dangerous? Yes, but it was a controlled danger, and that’s when it
struck me.
Thirteen was in control.
None of the men of the Suicide Kings
had even a tenth of the measure of control that Thirteen had over himself and
his surroundings.

“You okay, Baby?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I answered and I was, I just knew I was okay with
him. He would never tell. I just knew deep down in my gut that Thirteen was
different than anyone I had ever met in my life and that I was
safe
with
him.

Safe. It was such an alien concept. But right here, right
now, while I had it, I was going to revel in it because I knew beyond
any
doubt that come the pure light of morning, I had to go back. And who knew if I
was ever going to be able to steal a moment like this ever again. This might be
my only chance and I was going to seize it!

I lifted my hips and let him peel my jeans and panties down
my legs. He paused just long enough to pull off my shoes, and whisked my clothes
off the rest of the way. Then there he was, looking at me like that again. Like
I was a particularly beautiful bike, or a fine piece of art.

“God, you are so fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathed and my eyes
drifted shut as I savored his words, turning them over and over in my mind,
committing the sound of awe in his voice to deepest memory, engraving it in the
stone so I would never, ever lose it.

“Kiss me,” I begged, and his lips found my neck and my
chest, travelling lower and lower to take one of my nipples into his hot mouth.
I gasped, fingers threading through his hair, cradling his head against my
chest in open invitation to stay as long as he’d like. He chuckled and the
vibration of it thrummed through his body and into mine, striking a chord deep
inside of me, resonating so sweetly. I know I probably shouldn’t have, but I
let him into my heart and what’s more, I let him make himself right at home.

He awkwardly kicked off his boots as he kissed down my body,
ending up kneeling on the floor as he kissed lower and lower. He kissed along
my stomach, his hands smoothing out the trail of fire left behind by his lips.
It was like he was worshiping my body and I was falling in love with the
sensations he wrought by the second.

He kissed my shaven mound and I gasped, and his lips spread
into a smile there. He was between my thighs, nothing hidden to his sight, and
I didn’t mind it. I didn’t mind it at all, which surprised me. I’d never been
sexually brazen with anyone; I’d even been shy with Jared. Apparently Pig-Pen
and the guys had broken me of it and I hadn’t noticed.

No. I would not think about them right now. They would not
spoil this for me.

“Rocket, you okay?” Thirteen asked softly, pausing. I looked
down the length of my body at him and nodded.

He met my eyes and tipped his chin downward, a clear
indication that he was checking with me, giving me the chance to speak up to
tell him anything. He waited patiently and I gave in.

“Ask me again, only say my name?” I pleaded and his lips
curved into a beautiful if sad smile.

“Dani, are you okay?” I closed my eyes and couldn’t help but
smile.

“Yes,” I answered and he licked me, tongue travelling from
my opening to my clit, his hands warm and gently holding me just above my hips,
splaying across my ribs to keep me from moving too far when I arched and cried
out.

He made love to me with his mouth, gently kissing, licking
and sucking until I was crying out and writhing beneath him. He held me on that
pinnacle for a long, long time before finally, eyes gazing up the length of my
body to meet mine, he sent me plummeting back to earth. My body splintering
beneath his mouth and hands, coming apart to be remade, better than before.

He stood up and I heard, rather than saw him unfasten and
drop his jeans. I stared at the ceiling a moment longer, catching my breath a
moment more before looking
and when I looked?
My God, it stole what
little breath I’d gotten right away again. The rumors were all true.

Thirteen chuckled, “Relax Dani, I don’t need you to take it
all for it to feel good. This, tonight, is less about me and more about you
anyways.” I frowned at that and he laughed, settling between my thighs.

“Relax,” he repeated, “I want it that way.” I stared for a
long time into his green-blue eyes and he smiled, tearing open a gold foil
package.
Where had that come from?

He rolled the condom down his length and, oh my God, he went
on forever! He settled between my thighs and huddled over me. Kissing the tip
of my nose, my lips, and as he deepened the kiss I began to relax underneath
him. He probed gently with the head of his long, thick cock at my opening and I
tensed just a bit, which was when he soothed me, talking to me.

“Shhhh, you want me to stop? Is it too much?” he asked. I
shook my head.

“Don’t stop, please? I really do want you,” I whispered
back. He nodded and pressed into me, slowly, gently, all the while searching my
face for any signs of discomfort. Just when he reached a point that I was sure
I couldn’t take any more of him, he stopped.

“There?” he asked me and I bit my lower lip between my teeth
and nodded. He smiled at me and it was so beautiful and so sweet. “God, you
feel good,” he breathed and then began to
move
. He started with these
slow and gentle, almost miniscule thrusts back and forth that woke something
deep inside of me that I’d almost forgotten existed. I held him to me and he
kissed me, hot and hungry, a slightly more insistent kiss than any we’d shared
to date, and his thrusts became longer as he drew himself further from my body
and eased back in with slightly more vigor as time went on.

It drove me wild.
He
drove me wild. Thirteen felt
incredible, slowly building me back up all over again, holding me gently on
that precipice, his breath panting, our bodies lightly dewed with sweat. He
moaned, a deep and dark and primal thing full of lust and something deeper that
I didn’t dare put a name to.

“Oh my God,” he moaned, “Oh my God, Dani you feel so good,
so hot and tight and wet. Oh God, I’m not gonna last, I need you to come for me,
Babe, I want to feel you come all over my cock, can you do that? Can you come
for me?” his voice was strained with how he held himself back, and so
incredibly sexy and passionate, I found myself readily agreeing to his demands,
readily agreeing to do whatever he could possibly want from me.

He held me close but still held himself off of me in such a
way it was intimate without being in the slightest overbearing. He slid a hand
between our pelvises, his eyes locked tightly with mine, and his thumb found my
clit, I jerked when he touched it, I know I did, I felt myself tighten around
him where he rode inside of me , it felt so good! It made him smile and he
encouraged me one more time.

“Come on, Dani. Come for me, Baby Girl…” and it was all I needed
and I was falling all over again, tumbling into a pleasure, a pure bliss beyond
anything I had ever experienced before. I think I screamed, I’m pretty sure I
screamed, I couldn’t be sure. But if I did, I can tell you one thing: if you
could make ecstasy into a sound, whatever poured from my throat would be it.
Thirteen cried out above me, his eyes squeezing shut as I felt him throb in
counterpoint to the uncontrolled muscle spasms my orgasm created.

Too soon, he collapsed on top of me, his weight a solid and
comforting thing as he pressed me into the quilt on his bed. I kissed his
shoulder, which was conveniently placed near my lips as we lay panting, both
climbing metaphorically from the craters that we found ourselves in from
crashing back to earth.

“Is that what that’s supposed to be like?” I heard myself
ask through my gasping. Thirteen laughed through his, the sound broken by his
attempts to draw breath.

“Yeah,” he gasped out, “Yeah that’s
exactly
what
that’s supposed to be like.” I giggled into his shoulder and he pulled back
enough to look at me.