Exquisite Danger (8 page)

He leaned back on his haunches and stared directly at my sex with a hungry, ravenous look. “Gonna make you come with one finger.”

“I want your mouth,” I pleaded in a low whisper.

“Can’t give you my mouth. I do that and I won’t be able to keep from fuckin’ you.”

I spread my legs wider and tilted my pelvis to his face, my need for his tongue on me growing by the second. “Please.”

I must have sounded as desperate as I felt because he chuckled. “Shhh, you’re gonna like this.”

With that, he slowly dragged his middle finger up and down my clit, moving the hood and watching me closely as he touched me. It felt good, a warm and mellow pleasure that seeped into my bones. His finger slid down and dipped into me for a moment, giving my sex something to clench onto, before sliding his wet finger up my slit to my aching nub. To my surprise, he flicked my clit and it stung making me flinch away.

“Come back here,” he growled, and wrapped his arm around my hips, gripping my ass as he held me.

I whimpered when he returned to his play, my body moving restlessly against him while he built my arousal. My senses sharpened, and as I stared down at him, I took note of how incredibly fit he was, and how his muscles rippled and shifted with his movements. I placed my hand on his firm shoulder, rubbing the smooth surface before lightly running my fingers through his hair. He let out a soft humming noise that was pure pleasure.

“Look at that hard clit of yours. Love how you get off on me, baby girl.”

Speech was beyond me at this point because he was now circling my sensitive nub with a firm touch that sent waves of pleasure through me. He’d found the perfect way to caress me and I shivered as my orgasm approached, but I felt empty. I needed him to fill me up, to fuck me, to make me scream his name while I came all over his cock.

“Shit,” Smoke hissed and abruptly stopped touching me.

With a growl, he tossed me back onto my bed, jerking his pajama pants down enough to free his thick erection. He stroked himself from root to tip while his gaze devoured me. “You want this?”

I tried to formulate a reply, but I was way too interested in the bead of pre-cum poised on the tip of his cock

“Swan,” he barked and squeezed his dick, adding more moisture to the tip. “You want this dick?

I licked my lips. “I want to lick your pre-cum.”

He shuddered, then rubbed his thumb over the flushed crest of his dick, gathering up the liquid there and smearing it on his tip, making the deep pink skin shiny and tempting. “Sorry, baby, gotta fuck you right now before I bust a nut just kneeling here.”

My breath came out in a harsh rush as he tossed me up on my bed on my back. He descended on me, spreading my legs with one hand while shoving his slick thumb past my eager lips and over my tongue. The taste of him exploded in my mouth just as he began to push his hard length into me. The combination slammed me straight into orgasm, my muscles tensing and my hips thrusting up into his. As I arched beneath him and chanted his name, he pounded hard and deep into me, painful enough that it startled a yelp out of me, but he didn’t let up. In fact, he tilted my hips so I took him even deeper, each thrust a punishing blow to my body. I didn’t know how long I could take it, but when he returned to rubbing and flicking my clit I took everything he gave me and wanted more.

“Harder,” I whispered.

Smoke’s savage growl seemed to reverberate in my soul, and I tensed around him. The sensation of him inside of me, his fingers playing with me, and his sweat-slick body rubbing against mine tipped me over the edge into a harsh orgasm. My body clenched down, making Smoke work to pull out of me and thrust back in. After three strokes that perfectly matched the pulsing release tearing through me, he came with a roar.

Panting, he collapsed next to me, his body gleaming with sweat and his damp curls sticking to his face. When we both settled enough to think, I languidly stroked his bicep with my fingernails and smiled. “Apology accepted.”

He snorted, then hauled me to his side. “Good. Don’t like you being pissed at me.”

“Shhh,” I gently placed my fingertips on his full, kiss-swollen lips. “Love you, but I’m exhausted. Can we just sleep?”

“Yeah, baby girl, we can sleep.”

After turning off the lights he pulled me close, and it took me a long time to fall asleep as I worried about the future.

Smoke glanced over at me in the cab of his truck for at least the hundredth time, his lips moving like he wanted to say something, but once again, he held himself back. I wondered what it was that was bothering him, but my mind was more focused on where we were going. It turns out the Iron Horse MC had chapters all over the US, including Denver, Colorado, where my sister and mom were rumored to be. It had taken us two days to get up there, and I was beat. We’d be staying at one of the Iron Horse compounds on the outskirts of Denver in Golden, Colorado. For some reason that seemed to upset Smoke.

The tension in the truck built until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Smoke, what’s bothering you? If you don’t let it out soon, I’m going to head-butt you.”

His grip tightened on the wheel, and he kept his eyes on the road. “The Denver Iron Horse chapter is different from the Austin one. Since the Austin chapter is the founding chapter, the original Iron Horse MC, we tend to have members who are a little older, a little wiser. The Denver chapter has a lot of young guys, and they’re wild.”

“Wild how?”

“More into partying and they keep their clubhouse stocked with sweet butts. Don’t get me wrong, my brothers make money and pull their weight, but they’re more interested in getting their dicks wet with some random sweet butt than taking on old ladies.”

“Sweet butts? Oh, the club sluts.”

He shrugged uncomfortably. “Yeah. There are a few who even live at the clubhouse, and they outnumber the old ladies. I don’t get involved in female bullshit, but in the few times I’ve been up there, I noticed that the brothers who respect their women keep their old ladies away from the clubhouse most of the time.”

My stomach soured as I imagined a scene out of
The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas
. Instead of Dolly Parton greeting me with a song, it was a bunch of angry chicks trying to get my man, and I did not like it one bit. “Huh.”

He sighed. “If any of those bitches give you any trouble, I want you to come right to me, got it?”

“What kind of trouble?”

My gaze went to my backpack and duffle where I had two different guns and a shit ton of ammo thanks to my dad, not to mention what was in our bags in the backseat. While we were up in Colorado, my dad was doing his own search at the places he knew Billie might run to. Mimi was staying at home in case Sarah showed up, but I had a feeling I’d see Mimi sooner rather than later, probably with some of my Italian cousins in tow.

Smoke’s expression softened as his lips curled into a half-smile that made my heart speed up. “Not the kind that you need to be killing bitches over, but they may give you shit, and I know you have a temper. ’Sides, you could get hurt…or they could. Either way, it won’t help you keep a low profile.”

I gave him an incredulous look that he ignored. “What kind of shit are they going to give me exactly?”

I swear, a hint of a flush colored Smoke’s tanned cheeks. “Chick shit. You know, just being bitches. You, my beautiful baby, outrank them, and there are a couple I’ve…known who are going to be pissed that I made you my old lady, especially when a few of them have begged to wear my patch. I fuckin’ hate that drama caused by my past keeps coming up, and I would stop it if I could, but I can’t. And I won’t lie to you about this shit. Not even to make you feel better.”

I wanted to ask him what the hell he meant by outranking them, but my burning jealousy seemed to take over my mouth and brain, and I only focused on the fact that I was going to be surrounded by women who knew what Smoke looked like when he had an orgasm. “How many of them have you fucked?”

“None of your business,” he said in a gentle voice then sighed. “That’s another thing that’s gonna to piss you off. I’ve spoiled you, tried to keep you sheltered from some aspects of the MC life that you won’t like. You have to face the fact that for a lot of guys in the world of the Iron Horse MC, bitches don’t count.”

“Excuse me?” My temper flared and I swore if I had hackles they’d be standing straight up.

“Just the way it is, babe. This is a man’s world. They’ll give you respect because you’re my old lady, and if they disrespect you, they disrespect me, but you can’t run your mouth to them like you do to me and Beach. These young guys are still all hung up on pride and reputation, and making a name for themselves. If you insulted them and were anyone but my woman, you’d pay a price. But as my woman, you’re a reflection of me and under my protection. If you start some shit with one of the members, it’ll get messy quick. I really don’t want to have to deal with a bunch of pissed off brothers while trying to save your tight little ass.”

I had an idea that by ‘it’ll get messy’ he meant blood would be spilled, or in his case blowtorches lit, but there was no way I was going to sit back and let people insult, patronize, or otherwise mess with me. I’d been bullied as a child and there was no way I was going to allow myself to be bullied now. “So I’m just supposed to take their shit like a good little girl?”

Turning away from me, he quickly scanned the road before swerving around a slow moving car in the fast lane. The big engine of his truck purred, and I slid further into my comfortable seat, turning to face him full on. With my arms crossed, I glared at him and waited for him to answer. I couldn’t wait to hear what kind of epic bullshit he was going to come up with to justify his statement.

His voice was unexpectedly grave as he said, “They may say some things that piss you off. They may treat you like a second-class citizen, but I need you to keep your temper in check. I’m not saying you have to take any shit from anyone—you absolutely do not have to put up with any bullshit—but if you can walk away from a fight, do it. I don’t want you putting yourself in any situation where you could get hurt, got me? So don’t start arguments. Walk away. You got a problem, you come to me, and I’ll take care of it. We’ve got bigger things to worry about than you hurting some young hothead’s pride.”

“Got it,” I knew I sounded surly as I examined my unpolished fingernails. Fuck him for making sense. Yes, I was being very moody and cranky, but I was tired. The constant tension of waiting for someone to attack us on the open road sent bursts of adrenaline through me whenever a car passed too close. We were both wound up, and it showed in the way we were snipping at each other. Even if the clubhouse was swarming with an infestation of sluts, I’d kick my way through them to reach a clean bed.

Please, God, let the room be clean. Not man-clean, but
really
clean. I sighed and returned my attention to Smoke who kept his gaze stiffly on the road.

“Look, in the world of the MC, a man’s word and his reputation are more important than anything. I get respect because I’ve earned it and showed that I’ll do what I need to do to keep it. If I let you run your mouth, I look weak, and there are men who would kill to be the founding house’s Master at Arms. People respect me, and I plan to keep it that way ’cause that respect is gonna keep you alive. So just turn the other cheek, and I will destroy whoever pissed you off when the time is right.”

Anger clenched my gut as mental images of me bowing and scraping to a bunch of faceless bikers came to mind even as my heart warmed at his crazy overprotective nature.

“This is bullshit.”

“It is, but it’s my world babe. Normally, I would’ve taken my time getting you used to it, would’ve sent you over to Scarlett’s house back home so she could explain it to you, but ain’t nothing normal about your life right now. I’m askin’ you to hold your tongue, and I’ll do everything I can to protect you and keep you safe. That means you may be spending some time alone while I try to find your Ma, and I need you to not bitch about it. Sooner we find your mom and sister, sooner we can go home. Just remember, no matter what happens you’ll be coming home with me to our home.
Ours
.”

I turned his words over in my mind. My independent nature rebelled at the thought of playing a subservient role to Smoke outside of the bedroom even as the girly part of me squee’d at the way Smoke said
ours
.

Yeah, a hundred years ago, this meek and mild female bullshit might have been normal, but I was raised to be independent by a woman who would cut the throat of any man who disrespected her. My mind switched back to the sweet butts again, and I turned slightly in my seat so I was sitting up taller. I didn’t like arguing with Smoke. I wanted to reach out and touch him, and reassure myself he still liked me. I was self-aware enough to realize that this dependence on him was a weakness of mine, so I made myself continue to address my concerns about all of this with Smoke.

With my heart in my throat I asked, “While you’re away handling shit, will you be messing around with any of the sweet butts?”

He looked at me, and he was not pleased. A flash of disappointment streaked through his deep brown eyes, momentarily turned amber by the sunlight streaming through the windshield. “No, Swan, I won’t be fucking around on you. You’re the only woman I want. I won’t lie—lots of my brothers ain’t exactly loyal, but I am. You? You’re my blessing, my redemption. You think I’d destroy us by sticking my dick in some slut? Never. No one has ever made me feel as good as you. What we have is special, and the last thing you ever have to worry about is me cheating on you. I’ve been through enough evil to recognize just how extraordinary you are and the chance that the Universe has given me with you. I’m not gonna fuck it up over used cunt.”

I was still pissed, but his promise made me feel a little bit better, and I didn’t like that I’d stung him with my words. “You sure going to the clubhouse is a good idea? I mean why don’t we stay at a hotel or something?”

“Because the clubhouse is a fortress. It’ll be a lot harder to get to you in there than in a hotel room. Look, the Denver chapter ain’t a bad place, it’s just not a place for old ladies. You’ll be the first one to ever stay there for any extended period of time, so there’s gonna be a learning curve with those guys. Yeah?”