Long Ride The Slayers MC #3) (5 page)

He took on a woman in dire straits, her little niece
and
her sick mother as if we were his own. He didn’t have to do that and I’d even pushed him away at times preparing myself for the eventual fallout.

I had to learn to trust him. I didn’t have to learn to love him, though. That came fast and hard almost the first time I set eyes on him. Big, strong, and rough around all the edges.

He was intriguing. He was a mystery.

He scared me at times with his temper, and amazed me with his gentleness.

We’ve become a real family, one that’s only going to grow now that this baby is coming into the picture. I should be happy. I should be grateful. I should be ecstatic, right?

I keep telling myself that and even get pissed when it doesn’t work.

I can’t help but feeling like there’s one thing that can make this all come crashing down into a pile of hurt around me.

Tina.

I don’t know if it’s the hormones. I don’t know if it’s just a natural progression now that Sasha’s been with me for so long. She’s mine, but she doesn’t really belong to me.

I can make her as many costumes as my fingers will be able to sew before they start bleeding. I can read her as many bedtime stories as I can find and even do the little funny voices she likes while flipping through the pages. We can bake a million pineapple upside down cakes and I can let her put the cherries on every single one of them.

It won’t change anything though.

I’ll never really be her mom the way that other mom was to Sasha’s friend tonight.

I’ll always be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for her to be taken from me. The baby growing in my belly is mine, though. I know that, but it’s no consolation.

I can’t shake the feeling that God is giving me one baby to prepare me, to replace the other when the time comes, and it breaks my heart.

I want them both.

CHAPTER FIVE

DAWSON

“Hey, Angel,” I call loud enough to be heard yet not loud enough to wake Sasha. “Brought you a little somethin’.”

I’ve become an expert on figuring out exactly what that volume is, with plenty of trial and error over the past few months.

The TV set is humming a low laughter from some late night talk show, glowing a soft bluish light onto the comforter of the bed. Angel is lying in the middle of the king-sized bed, stretching out.

“Oh?” She’s curious.

My hands are behind my back, holding tight to the peace offering and hiding it from her view. “Hungry?”

Her eyebrow raises. “For what?”

Instinctually, her eyes drop down to my cock. I laugh. “That’s not what I meant, but that could be part of the surprise if you wanted it to be.”

She sits up in bed, using her hands to prop herself up against the headboard. “What is it?”

The ice cream in my hand is freezing cold, and making my fingers go numb. It isn’t easy hanging onto a sundae while riding a Harley, but she’s had enough of these cravings lately for me to have mastered it.

I carry the cardboard bowl over to her and present it. “Rocky Road. No whipped cream. Extra sprinkles. Just like you like.”

Her eyes widen as if I’ve just handed over a million bucks. “What’s the occasion?” It doesn’t take her long to become suspicious. “
What
did you
do
?”

Once she has the ice cream firmly in hand. I sit on the edge of the bed and begin to unbuckle my riding boots. “I don’t just buy you shit when I fuck up. Sometimes I do it just because.”

The plastic lid makes a crinkling sound as she pops it off and casts it aside onto the bedside table. “Uh huh,” her voice changes, full of ice cream. “So you
didn’t
buy me this because you feel bad about eating all the pineapple upside down cake last night?”

Damn, she knows me so well.

I place the heavy leather shoes side by side under the bed and hang my cut on one of the posts of the footboard. “Just making sure my son gets a little chocolate fix to keep his momma happy. When his momma is happy, she lets me do things to her.”

“Ulterior motives then, huh?” A heaping spoon of dripping dessert finds its way to her mouth as I crawl on up, settling next to her.

The plastic of her spoon scrapes against the bowl, scraping up some of the thick chocolate fudge. I have quick reflexes and move to intercept the spoon as it closes in on her lips, stealing the mouthful of ice cream for myself.

“Hey!” She playfully protests.

With the cold creaminess in my mouth, I hold up my hands in mock surrender. Never get in between a pregnant woman and her ice cream. I’ve learned the hard way.

“You guys help Trix clean up?” She asks.

As if. “That’s what prospects are for, darlin’. You get that bath you wanted?”

I can already smell the sweet scented soap she uses and know the answer before she even confirms it.

She speaks between bites. “Yup. Felt so good, too.”

My arm snakes around her, pulling her close. “So… You’re all soft and smooth”

I can feel her body shake as she laughs. “Uh huh…”

Mmmmm.

“
Everywhere?
”

Her lips smack together. “Uh huh.”

Too tempting to pass up.

The drop of chocolate on her bottom lip is intoxicating as I stare at it and think of exactly how I’m going to lick it clean off her. Leaning in, I lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger, making her eyes abandon the ice cream to look at me.

I hold her stare for a long moment before inching in. Taking her lip in between mine, I suck on it lightly, feeling it begin to plump, tasting the sweet chocolate. “Mmm. So sweet. What
else
is sweet?”

I’m close enough where I can feel her chest spasm as her breath hitches.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I love it when she dares me.

Dare accepted.

“How about I start here?” I swipe my finger along the edge of the ice cream cup, scooping up enough fudge to coat the tip.

Using the candy coated finger, I paint a line down her neck. It doesn’t stay on her skin long as I lick every bit of it up with my tongue. Her skin quivers under my touch and she gasps, stretching her chin away from me to give me better access.

She’s wearing an old ratty “Support your local Slayers MC” t-shirt of mine, and even though she’s knocked up, it’s still swimming on her. I don’t have to try hard at all to pull up the cotton until her ripe, hard nipples show themselves. My mouth begins to water.

“That
is
sweet. How about… here?” I repeat the action, this time swirling my pointer finger in small circles around her peach-colored nipple. The tip is already firm, but I tease it until it hardens even more.

I’m a guy with a sweet tooth, and this may very well be my favorite kind of foreplay yet. Her eyes flutter closed in anticipation as I bend down, gripping under her breast and holding it firm as I devour the sugary sweetness until there is nothing left but the velvety smooth skin of her nub in my mouth.

“
Very
sweet. But, I think I want to taste the creamy center,” I hint at where I’m headed next.

Another dip in the cooling fudge and I hold it up teasingly near her own lips as she processes what I’m about to do. Her soft, sweet lips part as she begins to pant. I use my chocolate-free hand to take the near empty sundae cup from her and rest it on the bedside table.

She’s about to lose her damn mind and the only place I want her hand is on my head, pushing me deeper into her soaking pussy.

Moving my leg, I straddle her and work myself down, pulling the blankets free of her body along the way. A simple, thin pair of white cotton panties beg for my attention. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love the sheer, lacy, trampy shit she wears every once in a while but seeing these innocent looking bikini bottoms makes me want to ravage her like nothing else.

It gives off the whole sweet and pure vibe that brings out the bastard in me wanting to corrupt her. Not wanting to waste any of the gooey treat on my finger, I use my other hand to pull at the thin string like waistband. She lifts her hips to help, not wanting me to waste any time before getting to the good part.

The lightweight bottoms are thrown behind me blindly once I free her legs and I use my hand to push aside her knees, letting them fall out of the way.

Agonizingly slow, I move my finger to paint an “X” right above her swollen clit. “Now this is what I call dessert.”

I grab a hip in each hand and pull her roughly down an inch or two before diving in, lapping up the sticky goodness before my tongue flattens itself and makes long drawn out strokes over and over again up the scorching hot slippery track between her thighs.

Angel moans and sinks down low into the pillows as she savors each flick of my tongue. My eyes shift up to look at her heaving chest rise and fall as she squirms under the intensity of my mouth on her.

I feel the muscles of her legs tighten and release, moving to wrap them around my neck, holding me in place. “Is it sweet? Does it taste as good as you thought?”

She’s prompting me, wanting me to talk dirty to her. She fuckin’ loves it when I seduce her with my words as much as my tongue and my cock.

The lady gets what she wants. “Like a fuckin’ little peach, baby. So soft. So juicy. You like it when I eat you up like this?”

I decide it’s time to up my game a little, grabbing hold of the hard little bump at the top between her two folds, sucking it hard. She yelps in a perfect way, letting me know I’m doing exactly what she wants.

Her breaths come fast and hard, uneven and deep as if she’s searching for air. Her delicate fingers finally find their way into my hair, tugging and pulling to guide me closer to her weeping pussy.

Short bursts of air escape from above in sharp staccato. She’s almost there. I know that if I keep at it, she’ll be right where I want her in a matter of minutes but my cock is getting greedy and restless in my jeans, wanting to sink deep into this ripe, tight, little hole.

There’s only one thing that will throw her over the edge before she even knows what’s happening. While kneading and tugging on her delicate clit, I blindly trail two fingers up and into her slickness, coating and covering them in her own lube. They find the target and slide right in with each knuckle disappearing as I enter her further. Once in, I curl my fingers and press my finger pads against her front, sweeping them in a come hither motion, as if I’m practically calling her orgasm closer.

And that’s exactly what I’m doing, hitting the hidden spot that makes her come harder than anything else does.

Her knees clamp down like earmuffs on either side of me and her hips bear down on their own accord. I don’t let up, petting the little patch of nerves over and over again until she cries out and begs me to stop.

My lips release themselves from her pulsing clit as she rides the orgasm I’ve just given her, but I keep my hand still, feeling her tighten like a vice around me as her body contracts over and over with each spasm.

I feel the intensity die down, knowing she feels only the aftershocks now and know it’s safe to pull my hand out and away. She hisses deliciously as I slide my dripping fingers out.

Standing on my knees, I watch her eyes as they become heavy with satisfaction as I’m undoing my belt and pushing my heavy jeans down and out of the way. The eagerness of my impatient cock springs through my boxers and she settles her gaze on it.

A smile creeps across her lips.

Fuck yeah, she can barely hide how much she wants the dick she eyes hungrily. I use the hand full of her slick wetness to coat myself, pumping back and forth to cover every inch with her lube.

Once I’m slippery and more than ready, I push my boxers down and fall forward, catching myself in a pushup position over her. My dick is long enough to brush against her pussy even though I’m inches above her.

Her chin lifts, head coming up off the pillow to find my lips, and I take her waiting tongue while filling her mouth with my own. There’s a sharp intake of breath as she feels the intensity of the kiss.

Our lips slide against each other’s from what’s left of her own sweet nectar on my mouth. “See?” I ask as she tastes herself on my lips. “Told you. Sweet as fuckin’ sugar.”

My hips thrust forward and down at an angle to fill her in one quick swoop. She’s so goddamned wet that I meet no resistance until I’m all the way to the hilt, even though she’s still as tight as a fuckin’ virgin.

I hold myself still while buried in her, feeling every single inch of her wrapped around me. There’s nothing like this feeling, like the sense of home it gives you when you’re in your woman. It’s where you feel safe. Where you feel the true meaning of the shit people search their entire lives for.

She fits me like a glove, hugging every single bit of each of the ten inches inside her. Her hands make a hollow slapping sound as her palms slap themselves against my ass urging me on.

“Give me,” she play whines.

I pull myself out completely and push back in hard, bottoming out. Her eyes close and she licks her lips. She fuckin’ loves it when I do that. So I do it again and again before taking my cock out and slapping it a few times against her recovered clit.

“Is
this
what you want me to give you, baby?” I tease her.

She nods breathlessly, unable to speak. I move fast and hard, stroking my cock with her aching pussy as I pump over and over.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her hips buck up against me, meeting me with each thrust hard enough to cause me to back out a little. I love it hard and rough, and she knows that. Yet, no matter what she tells me about it not hurting her, I wonder sometimes.

She’s a small little thing. Before her, there had been women that rode dick like a fuckin’ rodeo champ who had told me it was too much.

“Don’t hold back, Dawson. Please,” she begs.

How the fuck did I get so lucky? How did I find the one chick that can take it as hard as I can give it?

I’ll never know the answer to that question and it don’t really matter.

I found her and never fuckin’ letting go.

I may be in the thick of it right now, like a goddamned beast of an animal enjoying the spoils of a hunt but I know to hold back, if only for the baby’s sake. I put my own need aside and practice just a hint of restraint to be able to give her a little taste of what she wants without driving myself crazy that I could be doing harm to the kid. To my kid. To my boy.

“I love you, Angel. I fucking love you to death,” I whisper in her ear as my dick shows her how sincere my words are.

“I love you too, baby. Now shut up and fuck me,” she manages to get out between pants.

Her words are nearly enough to make me come on the spot, but I know I can do better.

She wants me to fuck her?

She wants it rough?