Fall Gently (Red Light: Silver Girls series) (21 page)

"No problem." Scott thumped the side of the door. "I miss working. It's fucking driving me crazy having nothing to do all day but think."

"I hear you," muttered Dawson. "Can't get it out of my head lately."

He drove forward at the green light and pulled into the parking garage. When he stopped the car, neither one of them made any move to leave the vehicle. Finished business was never over. The unfinished business would hang over his head for a lifetime.

Dawson kept his gaze on the steering wheel. "What's the talk?"

"Total silence, man. I'm not hearing a thing. If the other Sparrows suspect a thing, about your sister or you, they're not talking to each other." Scott ran his hands down the front of his thighs. "Nobody is going to say a word even if they think you've got a hand in anything. They've got their own shit to worry about."

"I hope you're right," whispered Dawson.

He opened the door and exited the Caddy. Knowing Scott would find his way home, Dawson walked with the sack of burgers and fries in his hand back to the apartment. Calmer than earlier, he'd push away the trouble dogging his step and looked forward to spending the evening with Roni. If he were lucky, he'd get her mind off her worry about finding a job.

He wasn't in any hurry for her to leave. If he could figure out a way to clean up his mess, he'd ask her to live with him permanently.

D
awson kissed Roni, hard and hot. She parted her lips and welcomed him inside her mouth, brushing her tongue against his, feeling her breasts swell in response. She welcomed his distraction from struggling to fill out a job application with no prior employment.

Her nipples ached in pleasure and a little pain. As was Dawson's habit—a good habit she fully supported—they'd made love twice, sometimes three times, each day for the last week and she couldn't get enough of him.

Dawson rose to his knees. She looped her arms around his neck, uncaring that they both were on the kitchen floor. Dawson with all his strength and hardness took her wherever he wanted, and his loss of control around her thrilled her in a way she never imagined. He gave her the encouragement to enjoy sex, and she came away without any guilt over wanting to be in his arms.

The mix of his overheated body pressed into her, and the cool floor against her bare skin left her trembling.

His mouth, hot and moist, lingered against her throat before claiming hers. She squirmed underneath him, wanting to touch every part of him. That need to know every spot on his body that made him aroused started the other day, and she found herself studying him when he wasn't looking, wondering where to touch him next. It wasn't a game to her.

Her curiosity had turned into a necessity.

She had to know everything about him.

How he went on such little amount of sleep and seemed to watch and care for her through the night without any ill-effects in the morning? When he liked to eat his meals and if he appreciated them made for him when he arrived home from one of his errands he often took during the day? What made his mind wander when he thought she wasn't paying attention, and he stared off into the distance without saying a word?

Most of all, she just enjoyed having her hands on all his inflated muscles and deep planes of his body. She trailed her fingers over his shoulders, his arms, up his sides, knowing she'd never get tired of discovering things about him.

Urged on by the way her body warmed and tightened in reaction, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. Her breath caught as he cupped her curves. Now that she understood what would come along with mutual satisfying sex, she wanted to help him enjoy making love to her.

She wanted to go higher and longer.

She wanted to please him while pleasing herself.

His pleasure became hers, and the dynamics between them filled her with boundless energy and hope.

Desperate and achy from his touch, she strained toward him. There was nothing between them, only hot skin on skin, and she wanted to have him inside, filling her completely.

"God," she whispered arching toward him.

Her body screamed for more and still he only kissed her. His tongue demanded, possessed and stroked. Teasing, until her insides coiled and she almost lost control.

He growled in her mouth. A vibration deep in her belly spread until she shivered.

At last, he drew back far enough to look at her and paused, staring down at her before lowering his head and kissing her stomach. She slid her fingers into his hair and caught her breath in anticipation. Her body pulsed with each heartbeat, and she wondered if he could feel it. Feel her. Feel what he was doing.

He licked her skin, and she whimpered. His hands skimmed her abdomen, moved higher, closer to her breasts. Closer and closer. Then he distracted her, and kissed her ribs, her collarbone, her neck.

She arched, silently urging him on. A little more. Just a smidge—

His large hands covered her breasts, and his head came up as he gazed down into her eyes. She shivered in pleasure at the contact. His broad, strong hands on her sensitive nipples and his patience were her undoing. Her head came off the floor, and she moaned.

“You're beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I could do this all day and watch you enjoy my hands. My mouth. My cock.”

He held her as if she'd break or disappear. But there was no doubt he held her, securely, possessively.

She let her head drop back as she focused on his touch, the way his fingers moved over her. Then he brushed his thumbs across her nipples, and she couldn’t wait.

“Dawson.” She reached for him. "Please. I need you. In me."

She stared at his bare chest, the defined muscles, and the dark hair in the center. He nudged her legs further apart and lowered his mouth to her breast. He sucked and licked, sending ribbons of sensations all through her body. Pressure built inside her, and when he used his hand to tease her other breast, she locked her ankles behind his thighs and pressed her pussy against his hardness.

He knew exactly what to do, what she liked, and how to please. He moved back and forth between her breasts, caressing until she muffled a scream, reaching and straining.

She was so ready, so on the edge. So desperate for him.

He hovered over her and gazed at her intently. “Can't get enough of you.”

“Keep taking,” she murmured.

He moved slowly. She grabbed at his arms, her blunt fingertips trying to gain purchase on his skin, not willing to let go. She moaned and lifted her legs higher, wider, and dug her heels into his lower back, locking him to her. The force of his condom covered cock pressed against her.

He slid into her. She gasped and clamped her legs tighter. She wound her arms around his neck. His eyes locked on hers. He thrust, withdrew and plunged again in a slow, steady pace.

She liked that.

She had also discovered she liked fast and erratic. Half asleep sex, shower sex, and on the couch sex.

Every erogenous spot on her body vibrated at the assault of pleasure. She moaned at the sudden flood of pleasure swelling, rolling, reeling. Dawson—perfect in every way had stepped into her life and showed her how to live without regrets, without fear, without losing herself.

Every inch of her constricted as she burst with her orgasm, lost track of time, lost her location, and lost all thoughts except the wonderful feelings Dawson gave her.

His body stiffened as he followed her to completion before he whispered her name and cradled her close. She smiled and rolled with him as he held her in his arms. She inhaled deeply, safe and free.

She had no idea how long they laid on the floor, naked, locked in their own world while Seattle kept moving outside Dawson's apartment. She wouldn't have cared if they slept the whole night in the kitchen, but a knock at the door startled her, and Dawson extracted himself from her arms and legs and pulled her to her feet.

"What time is it?" she whispered holding on to him.

"Late. After midnight." He patted her ass, pushing her away from him. "Go in the bedroom and shut the door."

She hesitated, wide awake at seeing his furrowed brow and his mouth thinned in anger after having had him open and loving toward her only a minute ago.

"What's going on?" she asked.

He slipped his feet into the jeans he'd discarded before they'd had sex. "I don't know, but I don't want you out here until I find out who would come here this late at night."

She backed away from him. He never gave her another glance as he reached above the refrigerator and removed a pistol.

She turned and hurried into the bedroom and shut the door. Her heart pounded, and her thoughts refused to focus. He had a gun.

During the two weeks she'd stayed in his apartment, he never had visitors come calling on him. She drew her knees to her chest and hugged her legs. Her pulse roared in her ears blocking any sound from the apartment.

Midnight callers were something Vince regularly had at his house. She dropped her forehead to her knees and closed her eyes. The knock on the door could only mean one thing.

She trembled and stared across the room. A Sparrows member stood outside the door.

S
cott stood in the hallway of the building. Dawson closed the door behind him keeping his late night visitor out of his apartment and away from Roni. The last thing Roni needed was to recognize a Sparrows member or for him to find out news that would upset the security he created around the apartment.

Roni would panic, even though he'd asked Scott straight out about his involvement with Vince's women and he believed Scott never touched any of the girls. If he found out differently, he'd kill Scott...friend or not.

"Hennings called earlier and took us up on the offer to rent his garage from him. He agreed on the price and length of the lease." Scott glanced down the hall and lowered his voice. "For now, I think we should keep business between you, me, Jerald, and Luchek until we've got everything out of Sparrows hidden storage unit. I don't trust anyone else after what went down. There's too many on the outside who have brothers serving time now and are looking for revenge. It wouldn't do us any good to add fuel to the fire."

His decision to own and work in a legit shop depended on if he had control of the business. Going in with Scott meant he could surround himself with men he believed had never been with Roni and never took advantage of the women Vince had working for him while keeping the brotherhood of Sparrows alive.

He understood Scott's concerns. He had his own, and would protect them all if the truth came out.

"What do you know about Luchek? He's the only one I don't know enough about that makes me question his loyalty." Dawson leaned against the door. "How tight was he with Vince?"

He had his own reasons for concern outside of Roni's safety. Luchek had pledged into the Yesler Street Gang about a year before Dawson went to prison. It wasn't enough time to judge a man's character and a lot happened in four years during his absence.

"Luchek is solid, man." Scott put his hands in his coat pockets. "He's got a wife and two kids at home. Works hard and takes care of his family."

Dawson needed a way to support himself and Roni. The money he'd taken from Sparrows would only last long enough to get his feet under him again.

"Okay. Let Hennings know he's got a deal. I'd like in the garage as soon as possible. I'll reach out to our contacts and let them know we're back in business, running straight up." Dawson folded his arms across his bare chest, having rushed out of the apartment with only his jeans on and nothing else. "You good with letting Roni run the books?"

Scott shrugged. "No sweat off me. I don't want anything to do with keeping records, and I doubt if the other guys would want to if we asked."

"I'm not asking," muttered Dawson. "Let me know in the morning what's up."

"Right." Scott stepped away.

Dawson waited until the hallway cleared and went back inside the apartment. He'd need to talk with Roni sooner rather than later. She'd need time to adjust and change after getting the news of him going to work with other Sparrows members. His options on where he worked were slim in the city. Nobody wanted to hire a felon when there were a hundred other guys behind him willing and able to do the same job without a crime record, and he needed money.

He walked down the hall and turned the doorknob. The door wouldn’t budge. He was locked out.

"Roni?" He knocked his knuckle against the wood. "You can unlock the door."

She opened the door and peeked out. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, sweetheart." He stepped inside the room.

Fully dressed, Roni watched him carefully. She'd learned to trust him, but outside forces still impacted her. Any strange man, a spontaneous problem, or confrontation would probably always scare her. It was his job to protect her and soon she'd learn that if he was with her, she could relax and know nothing would happen.

Tonight's surprise visit should never have happened. He'd need to tell Scott to call before coming over to the apartment in the future.

"That was Scott that came over. He's from Sparrows." He sat down on the bed and patted his thigh. "Come here."

She frowned and sat on his lap. He tugged her closer to his chest. "I had no idea he was coming over. I'll make sure he knows that next time he needs to call first."

"It's your house." She lifted her hand and bit on her thumbnail.

Knowing Vince punished her when he caught her biting her nails, he kept quiet. If she wanted to chew to help her get through a stressful situation, that was her right. Though, he hated that he was the one responsible for the added stress.

"Scott never had anything to do with you or the women who worked for Vince. I asked him before I even allowed him to stay associated with me after the sting and the others were arrested," he said.

She totally ignored him.

"Yeah, so, Scott came over to give me the news that the guy I asked about renting his garage from him had agreed to my offer." He rubbed her thigh. "I'm going to open up a body and customs garage to customers. No more chopping."