Taking a Dare - A Hellion MC Novel (14 page)

Not with
her
.

Not Ryley.

Christ!

"Need to take care of the glove, gorgeous," he
whispered into her ear hoping she'd hear him over her deeply
panting breaths. He knew she'd hit it almost as hard as he had, in
fact it was the clutching of her insides around him as she found
her bliss that had him coming faster than he'd wanted to.

Shoving himself up onto his knees, he reluctantly
withdrew from her heated wetness and moved to the end of the
bed.

Fffuuuccckkk. The sight of her even from the back was
hot and he felt a renewed interest stirring at just the sight of
her fleshy cheeks and winsome waist. He could barely think straight
since he'd come so hard it felt like the top of his head had flown
off but he knew they'd be doing
that
again. And soon.

Removing and flushing the condom he'd worn down the
toilet had him reviewing what had just transpired. Too fast, was
his conclusion. Satisfying in a way that was bone deep but too
motherfuckin' quick.

Going back into his room, he saw she hadn't moved but
was still sprawled on her stomach with her leather pants and
panties stuck at knee level. "Want help getting them off,
Ryley?"

"Naw, was thinking to pull 'em up. Need to get to
Lock's," she replied, her voice muffled by both the covers and the
arms that her head rested on.

Oh
fuck
to the no!

She wasn't going anywhere. There was the little
matter of round two, three and maybe four that needed to happen
before he let her up from his bed. A man didn't wait as long as
they had to get his rocks off with the girl of his dreams and then
let her walk out the door after a fast poke.

He made a u-turn and went back to his bathroom to
grab the small container of baby powder before he went back into
the room. With the sweat they'd created, there was no way to get
her leathers past her knees without it. Plus there was the
additional incentive of with her pants off, he'd fuckin' take care
of the sexy-as-hell bra until she was as naked as a newborn.

Which is exactly the way he'd envisioned her in his
bed for fuckin'
years
.

She reached down and he saw her begin to inch her
pants up. "No, no. Stop! Wait, sugar," he instructed as he
sprinkled the sweet smelling powder around the top of her pants.
"Just hold on a minute."

"Why? Got shit to do, Dare," she shot back as they
had a tug of war with her fuckin' leathers.

"You ain't goin' nowhere, lover," he growled sharply.
"Want you naked and want you again. Your pants are staying
off
not going back the fuck on."

He watched as she tensed, going still as his words
sank in.

"More? You want
more
?" she asked in a
disbelieving voice which made him wonder at the men she'd had
before him. And gave him a thrill that he was able to give her
extra doings, something she obviously hadn't been expecting.

"Fuck yeah, Ryley," he said sincerely as his hand
gently caressed her beautiful backside. "Did you think one time was
ever gonna be enough between us? And from fuckin' behind?"

"I, ah. I mean, I didn't think…"

"Yeah lover, you didn't," he said with a smile as he
eased the pile of her pants and panties around her knees, over her
calves before slipping them down and off her ankles. He paused to
admire the view with his hands before he reached up to pinch the
clasp of her bra's back, releasing her tits from the lace that
seemed dyed to match her eyes.

Placing his lips on the skin that still held the
impression of her sexy bit of underwear, he murmured, "for years,
you were the only thing I could think of, the only thing I wanted
on my cock, Ryley. Now that you're here do you
really
fuckin' think I'd let you leave?"

Chapter Fourteen

He turned on one of the low-watt bedside lamps. Dare
wanted to be able to see her and wondered if he'd ever grow tired
of looking at her beautiful face, into those amazing eyes.

Crawling up the bed, he felt her shift up onto her
elbows at his question, with only her half-face visible in the low
light as her bra straps slid down to her elbows. She propped her
head on an arm she'd sunk into the pillow they shared, he felt her
gaze on him even though he could only clearly see one of her eyes
and the side of her face. His hand moved to caress her naked chest
now on view from the gaping of her bra,

"No, I didn't. But the ones I rubbed out with you in
mind saw me hitting a fulfilling heaven
way
earlier than a
round two."

Good fucking Christ!

She'd just admitted to masturbating to thoughts of
him, and he wanted to fuckin' know just how many times, when and
would she let him watch her do it. The very idea of her with a hand
between her legs as she stroked herself almost made him grab her
again but to know that she did it with him in mind sent the renewed
hardness between his legs into the steel-like range.

"You're fuckin' killing me here, Ryley," he ground
out although he'd not given his mouth permission to speak.

"The same fuckin' way you've killed me for fucking
years
, Dare." God, he loved that she was as much of a
smart-ass as he was. She lifted her chin to look up at him. "You've
been my ultimate pussy-tease."

Dare eyed the mattress on the other side of her
before using a hand to shove her onto her back. "I never tease,
gorgeous. But always fuckin' please."

He watched her settle herself on the mattress as he
slid into position between her legs.

"Promises. All you fucking bikers do is offer
promises." Her voice held a hint of laughter as her thighs opened
for him. He wasted no time rolling onto her, rubbing his ever
growing hard against her renewing wetness.

But his emotions got the better of him and he paused
for a moment to savor the fact his long-time dream had become a
reality.

"I've had a lot of fantasies about you, cowboy," she
said, her damn aqua eyes dead on him as he held himself on his
forearms. "Think you can live up to them?"

He dropped his face, needing to feel her mouth on
his, to taste and play. Or did he just need her to shut the fuck up
before his overflowing heart got the better of them both?

His hand reached for one of her breasts and he used a
thumb to gently tease her hardening nipple. "You are so beautiful."
But soon just feeling her tits weren't enough and he slid down her
body in order to taste them as well. As he licked and laved,
pinched and lightly twisted, he felt her press herself into the
hard muscles of his abs, rubbing her sweet pussy on him. Leaving a
trail of wetness that had his cock bobbing and his mind
spinning.

Dare reached for another one of the condoms he had
piled into the bowl on the nightstand as he slid back up and fully
onto her.

"Can and will fulfill all your fantasies and mine,
Ryley," he admitted solemnly, still caught up in the fact that he
was now with her face to face and nakedly so. "Am gonna fuck you so
hard and so deep that every time you think of Montana you'll
fuckin' swoon."

She was quiet as he again eased himself inside her
but their eye-fuck never wavered. Once he'd crowned, when he was so
deep inside her that he couldn't have said where each of their own
bodies began or ended, he heard her speak.

"I already do. Montana means
you
, Dare," she
whispered with her heart in her eyes.

And at that something unlocked in his chest, in that
secret vault that he'd kept her and the memories of them tucked and
buried deeply away.

Goddamn. Fucking. Hell.

He already had the sharp edge of coming riding him
again but at her words he felt the pressure in his spine take on a
new note. One that sang in his heart, his gut
and
his cock.
He couldn't help how his arms went behind her back as he strove to
be one with her even as her legs lifted higher, almost clutching
the sides of his chest as their hips began to move.

"Need your pussy, Ryley." He almost didn't recognize
his own voice, it held such a deepness, a resonance that he knew
wasn't there normally. "Need it so bad, sugar."

"Then take it. Make it yours," she whined on a pant.
Her voice spoke of her own hunger and her need of him and what he
could supply. "Just fucking take me, Dare."

He went up onto his knees before sitting back and
dragged her onto him spanning her hips with his palms, her glorious
body spread out in front of him. But it was her moves that had him
enthralled. In just the way she tipped herself up to meet him as he
thrusted down.

"Goddamn, Ryley," he groaned, watching himself as he
worked himself in and out of her. "So motherfuckin' sexy. That's
it, babe. Stroke that sweet pink on my fuckin' cock."

Her breathing sped up and her breaths ended in almost
a whimper, sounds that were the result of what
he
was doing,
of what
he'd
created in her. He moved his hand so his thumb
could flick against her swollen unhooded clit, an action that
almost had her screaming.

"Harder, Dare! Fuck me harder!"

Raising up further, he did as instructed, pounding
himself into her pliant heat. And as he did, he felt her pussy
begin to pulse. "That's it, Ryley. Come on me, gorgeous." He
watched avidly as she fuckin' hit it, her beautiful eyes opened
wide but were unfocused as she screamed out his name. And, at the
sound, his own throbs became jets and seemed unending in spite of
coming just minutes before.

He shifted so he could again stretch out on top of
her, feeling the light sheen of sweat both their bodies carried
from their exertions.

"God you're good at that," she panted. His mouth
found hers again and the leisurely kiss they shared spoke of their
mutual satisfaction.

"Fuckin' enjoyed yourself, huh?"

"Yeah, maybe a little bit." They were both grinning
big and Dare couldn't remember being so happy. "But, your sex talk
could use some work. I mean, shit, Dare. 'Sweet pink'? Sounds like
something from a cheap 70's porno or something."

He couldn't help the laughter that rose up and out of
him at her words. God, if she didn't like that, she would've hated
what had actually been in his head but hadn't come out of his
mouth. The Honeys had made a point of telling him the 'C' word was
a no-go zone when doing the nasty. But it still made an appearance
in his head when things were going especially fine. And it had come
to mind several times in his back-to-back doings with Ryley.

Dropping his face into her neck, he felt her hands as
she stroked his back. A gesture that was at once both sweet and yet
intimate. "When'd you get the ink, muscle man?"

"Started when I turned twenty-one and just kept
adding to it," he mumbled into her vanilla scented skin. "The
fuckin' piece you have on your side is sweet."

"And hidden. If my dad knew I had a tattoo, much less
one that goes from practically my armpit to the top of my leg, he'd
fucking kill me."

Going back up onto his elbows, he brushed her hair
off her face. "Uhm, yeah. Sugar, speaking of the asshole, your dad
talked to Trey about me."

He watched a frown cross her face but knew she needed
to be told of Gus's demand for Dare. "He wants Trey to take my cut
or that I head out to the Hellion compound in Sheridan until your
chapter leaves. Says he'll pull Spokane support for the Czar…uhm, I
mean, club bidness unless I do."

"That's fucking sick," she whispered, her eyes wide
as they searched his. "You haven't done anything for them to call
for your cut…"

"I know, Ryley."

"And to ask you to go away at the minimum? That's
just bullshit, Dare!" He could see she was working herself right
the fuck up into a mad-on and he felt his heart swell at the
knowledge she was angry for him. For
him
. But her next words
took it all away. "We're only here for a few days, for god's sake!
It's not like you and I have a future! Dammit! Where does he get
off?"

Temporary. Yeah, she was right. Whatever it was that
they had between them, only going to continue until her chapter
went back to Spokane.

And the thought plunged a knife into his gut.

No future.

Why did that idea, those words hurt to hear? To
fuckin'
think
, for Christ's sake?

"I'll talk to him. Get him to back off," she
promised. "Of course that means that we won't be able to…" her eyes
dropped to his mouth. "That what we just did was a one-time
thing."

Christ! He felt like he'd been cut wide open with a
dull knife.

A one-off?

She'd be happy to be with him just the one time? But,
at some level, he knew she was right. They both had jobs,
commitments and responsibilities that would be waiting for them in
different places when Spokane's time in Missoula was done.

"What if I don't want it to be just the once?" He had
to ask the question, had to get it out there to be considered.

"I didn't say I didn't
want
to be with you
again," she tried to explain but her eyes looked so sad. "But that
we couldn't."

"Not unless we snuck around, sugar," he groused. "And
I'm not that kind of man."

"I know, cowboy," she whispered. "I'll talk to Pops
to get him off your ass."

He shifted, sliding himself out of her in order to
gain a bit of space as well as to take care of the condom. He made
sure to keep his face turned away as he moved.

She, of anyone on the planet, didn't need to see his
pain at the thought of not having her in his life. And the pain was
there, evident in his reflection as he cleaned himself up.

What did you expect, dude?
he asked the man in
the mirror.
That she was gonna fuckin' stay?

No. He and Ryley had a shelf-life only he hadn't ever
admitted it.