Renegade Reject (18 page)

Stroking my tongue with hers, she moans into my mouth, and my dick instantly goes rock solid. There is nothing more I want than to strip her bare and bury myself inside her, but the last time I took her it was rough and raw.  This time, I want to do it right.  I want to make love to her, something I’ve never done with any woman before.

I move my hands under her shirt, bringing it up over her head, and quickly unclasp her bra. Slowly moving one hand to cover her breast, the other cups her ass.  I start to lead her toward her bed, but she stops me, placing her hand on my chest.

“Preach?” Daisy whispers, “What are we doing?”

“Doing what we should have done the first time.”

She tries to pull out of my arms. “I don’t think this is a good idea.  We really need to talk about something.  I should have told you before, but I couldn’t find the right words.”

“We’ll talk later.”

“This is important, really important.”

I shake my head, still holding her close.  “Nothing’s more important than this.”

She continues to pull back as her eyes meet mine.  “You may not even want to touch me after you hear what I have to say.”

I don’t respond because that’s the most ignorant statement I’ve ever heard; nothing could make me not want to touch her.  Instead, I lean my head down and wrap my lips around her nipple, tugging at it with my teeth.

“Yes,” she moans, forgetting her earlier protests.

“Tonight, I’m tasting every fuckin’ inch of you,” I say as I wrap my arms around her hips and pick her up.  I continue kissing her as I walk to the bed. 

Slowly lowering her onto it, I come down on top of her and start to whisper in her ear.  “I know I fucked up last time, but tonight, I’m going to do everything I should’ve done the first time.”

With those words, I make my way down her body.  I take my time to kiss every inch of exposed skin, enjoying the taste of her and inhaling everything that is Daisy.  It’s safe to say that my dicks about ready to explode the more I breathe her in and worship her with my tongue.  When I finally make it to her jeans, I’m so eager to get her out of them that I nearly rip them from her body along with her underwear.  As soon as they’re off, I bury my head between her legs, getting a taste of her sweetness.

My tongue leisurely works her clit, teasing her relentlessly as my fingers glide up and down her folds, lightly dipping into the wetness that is pooling at her core.  When she’s finally writhing above me, I tentatively slide the first finger in and slowly start to pump it in and out of her slick heat.  She grabs my hair, lifting her hips and grinding her essence deeper into my mouth, letting me know that I’m hitting her sweet spot just right.  I pick up the pace with my tongue while adding another finger into her tight little cunt.  Within seconds, her body bucks, and her muscles tighten around my fingers.  Holding nothing back, she cries out my name. Damn, she tastes like the sweetest honey.

As soon as her body goes limp, I place one last kiss on her pulsating clit, before sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head.  When her eyes latch onto my chest, they start to water.  Lifting her hand to the string of daisies above my heart, she says, “Oh my God, when did you get this?”

“The night after we went to Chipper’s cabin.”

She blinks a few times, obviously confused.  “But...”

I don’t want to talk about the past.  I don’t even want to think about it.  Placing my mouth on hers, I whisper, “Shh, it doesn’t matter right now.”

We continue to kiss as my hands explore her body.  I’ve wanted to do this for so long that I just can’t get enough.  Lying chest to chest, I still don’t feel close enough to her. 

When I feel her hands at my zipper, I pull back.  Climbing from the bed, I kick off my boots.  A second later, my jeans and boxers join them on the floor.  I grab a condom out of my pocket before climbing back on top of her.  Laying it beside her head, I place my lips on her nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth. 

Slowly, my hands find their way back to her pussy.  She’s so fuckin’ hot and wet, I swear I have never felt anything like it before. “I love your pussy, Little Flower.  It was made just for me.”

I growl against her skin when one of her soft hands wraps around my cock.  Stroking up and down, she has me at the brink of release within seconds.  I want to draw this out as long as I can, but I know if I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll come in her hand.

I go to my knees and grab the condom. Tearing it open with my teeth, my entire body is shaking with need.  As soon as I roll it on, she pulls me back down to her.  Not giving me a chance to help, she grabs my cock and guides me inside. 

Shit!  My balls tighten as soon as I sink into her and I’m ready to blow after just a few strokes.  She’s perfect, absolute perfection. Her pussy feels like silk, so fuckin’ soft and tight.  Last time, I was too damn angry to realize how amazing she felt.  This time is different. This time, I don’t want to miss a fuckin’ thing about her. 

I thrust inside her, the walls of her pussy squeezing me, pulling me in deeper, and inviting me to never leave.  Her hands are trailing up and down my back, her nails cutting into my skin on each stroke.  She’s so damn tight that I know I’m not gonna last much longer, but I need her to come with me. 

Moving my hand to her clit, I rub her wetness around it, and then pinch it lightly.  “Come on, baby.  Give it to me.  Show me how good you feel.”

She moans out, lifting her hips in time with mine.  “Harder, please do it harder.”

Going up to my knees, I grab her legs and push them forward, lifting her ass off the bed.  I start to pound into her, giving her everything I’ve got.  As I watch her tits bounce, she tightens around my cock and moans out my name. 

I slide into her one more time, and then shout her name as I spill myself inside her.  Fuckin’ heaven!

I fall forward, being careful not to hurt her, and take a second to catch my breath before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. This woman means the world to me, and I’m hoping like crazy that she can feel the love I have for her through my actions.  I slowly roll over, climb from the bed, and then make my way to the bathroom.  As soon as I’m done, I walk back to her bed.  What I see puts a smile on my face.

Daisy is sprawled across the bed, sound asleep.  I crawl in beside her and pull her into my arms, then grab the blanket and pull it over us.  Closing my eyes, I know things have changed.  Tasting her, touching her, there’s no way I can let her go again.  I drift off to sleep with one thought on my mind, she’s mine and I have to find a way to keep her by my side. 

I wake up when I feel a hand on my shoulder, nudging me.  I shrug off the hand and pull my Flower closer to me.  Another nudge, harder the time, has me opening my eyes.  My body instantly goes alert as I look around the room.  I try to make out the shadowed figure in the darkness as I quickly and quietly get out of the bed, careful not to wake up Daisy. 

I reach to the floor and grab my piece. As I raise my gun, a car drives down the street, sending light into the room.  Right before the light fades, I see Lula standing only a few feet from me.  Even with just the quick glance, I see the anger radiating from her.  Fuck!

“We’ll talk outside,” I whisper harshly. She just smirks and saunters out of the room.

When I finish getting dressed, I run a hand over my face. “Shit!”

As soon as I step outside, I see Lula standing by my bike, running her hands over the chrome.  “Get your fuckin’ hands off my bike.”

She smirks as she steps away.  “I don’t think you want to talk to me like that.  You need to remember, I’m the one holding all the cards right now.  All I have to do is call Dad and your ass is gone.  You lose your cut and your girl all at once.”

I stay quiet, just glaring at her. 

She takes a step toward me, not liking that she isn’t getting a response. “Thought I told you to stay the fuck away from her?”

I remain quiet, just clenching my jaw.

“My daughter has this stupid thing in her head.  She thinks she loves you, but how would she feel if she knew you’d choose the club over her?”

Anger courses through me as I respond.  “I don’t give a fuck about that anymore.  Daisy is mine, and there ain’t a fuckin’ thing you can do about it.” Even as I say the words, thoughts of Daisy bruised and bleeding flash through my mind.  The same vision of Tabby follows it closely.  Can I trust myself not to be like my dad?  Even if I’m sober, can I ever know for sure that I would never use my strength against Daisy?

“You can’t be with her, because you don’t want to lose your cut.”

I shake my head, disregarding my earlier doubts.  “Didn’t you hear me?  I said I don’t give a fuck.  I want Daisy, and not damn thing is gonna get in my way.  If Kidd wants my cut, he can have it.”

She looks shocked for a second, but then a slow smile spreads across her face.  “Do you really think they will let you have Daisy after they kick your ass out?  You’re not stupid enough to think that Dad or Holt will let her run off with some outcast.  They’d kill you first.”

Fuck!  That thought never crossed my mind.  Somehow, I assumed we’d just move away and leave the club behind.  It would kill me to not be a Renegade Son, but at least I would have Daisy.  Now, I realize, I would have nothing.

“You fuckin’ cunt,” I growl out, stepping forward. “I should put a bullet in your fuckin’ brain.”

She laughs, not realizing how close she is to death.  “I’ve already told you.  If I’m dead, it won’t take them long to figure out it was you.  When they do, it won’t just be your cut that you’ll lose.  They’ll bury your ass.”

I’m too damn pissed to respond, so instead, I shove her out of my way and climb on my bike.

Lula follows close behind me with her hands on her hips.  “Stay away from her, Preach.  That little bitch ruined my life.  I’d rather be dead than see her happy.”

“Why do you hate your own daughter so damn much?” I know I shouldn’t ask, but I do anyway.

She runs her hands down her sides. “I thought I was in love once, but I was wrong.  Before I figured out just how wrong I was, Daisy was already growing inside me,” she says, pointing toward the garage.  “Because of her, I got stuck with Maker.”

“That wasn’t her fault.  It was yours.  If you don’t want Maker, then divorce his ass, but stop being such a cunt to your daughter.”

“She deserves it.  She took everything from me.  Before her, I could have been anything.  Now, I’m nothing but some drunk’s old lady,” she shouts, sounding insane.

“Something is seriously wrong with you if you don’t see how wonderful your daughter is.”

“She’s nothing but a little bitch,” she spits out.  “If you don’t stay away from her, I promise that you’ll pay for it.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay away from her,” I spit out, the words tasting like poison on my tongue.

As I start my bike, I make myself a vow.  Someday, somehow, I will figure out a way to claim Daisy.  When I do, I’ll make Lula regret every day me and my woman spent apart.

I pull out of her driveway and head to the clubhouse.  Fifteen minutes later, I’m climbing off my bike as my phone dings.  I pull it out and see a text from Daisy. 

Why did you leave?

Fuck!  No matter what I do, I know I’m gonna hurt her, but I gotta figure out how to clear things up with her granddad and Holt before I make her mine.  Then, I got to make sure I have a handle on my temper and my drinking.  I may have fucked up before, but there is no damn way I’m gonna end up like my bastard father.  I can’t be with her if I have to worry about hurting her all the fuckin’ time.

I got to get this shit straight before I talk to her again. 

Got shit to do.

A second later, my phone dings again. 

We need to talk
.

Not knowing what to say, I shove it back in my pocket without responding and walk into the clubhouse.  I spot a few brothers in the common room and make my way over to Rum. “What the hell are y’all doing up so early?”

“Holt and Wayne ran into a few Lords while they were in the city.  They called a little bit ago and said the boys were going to ride back with them.  I figured we better get the bar stocked before they get here.”

“Sounds good. We need a fuckin’ party.  I need to get smashed.” I need something to forget this whole fuckin’ nightmare.

Chapter Thirteen

DAISY

I pull out my phone and look to see if Preach ever returned my text.  Of course, he hasn’t.  Why would he?  I knew when I woke up alone that last night had meant nothing to him.  I should’ve known better.  Grams always says a leopard never changes his spots.  Preach proved her right last night once a dick, always a dick.

Stuffing my phone back into my purse, I yank down the visor and look at my new hair, loving the way it looks. It’s still my normal pixie cut, but it now has hot pink tips.  Ice and I have spent the day in the city getting pampered.  We went to some fancy salon and got our hair done and even got full body waxes.  She says being bare is a great way to earn extra money on stage, and I haven’t gotten up the nerve yet to tell her that I won’t be on stage for much longer.  I doubt the boys will want to see a pregnant woman taking off her clothes. 

“I love the pink tips. Wish they’d show up in my hair,” Ice says as we drive toward home. 

I smile at her and touch my hair.  “My Mom’s gonna flip the hell out.”

“You’re a grown ass woman.  You need to get the hell out from under her thumb.  You should move into the apartments with the other girls.”

I blow out a frustrated breath and close the visor.  “I can’t.”

“What do you mean?”

I look at my lap and close my eyes. I’ve been saving all of my money since the day I started working at The Kitty Kat.  Even after giving Mom half my money for rent, I still have nearly three thousand dollars put back.  It’s enough to get me a place and a decent down payment on a new car.  Well, that was my plan until this morning, when I spent nearly every penny of it to pay my parents’ bills. “Mom’s been going to the gambling boat again.  Dad doesn’t know, but they’re about to lose the house.  They need the money I make to keep them afloat.”