Devil May Care (The Grizzly MC Book 12) (11 page)

He moved his finger around the tight hole, worked the lube inside her ass, and then pushed one thick digit into her body.

“God, yes, Jakob.”

There was pressure, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It consumed her, made her feel like she would burn alive. He added another finger, stretching those digits inside of her.

“I want to make sure you can take my big cock, baby.”

Saya grew soft and pliant for him, and this pleasurable taboo feeling took root.

“Fuck, Saya baby.” He gripped her hips, his fingers slick from the lube and warmed from being inside of her body. “You ready for me?”

She nodded, not able to speak.

The tip of his dick was pressed against her asshole, and she tensed, never before having a man back there. Truth was she hadn’t ever wanted to have anal, not until she was with Jakob.

“This will be nice and easy until you get used to me. I want to make you feel good, Saya.” He grunted as he pressed the tip of his dick into her. “It’s going to feel so fucking good. You’ll be so tight and hot, and you’re going to come for me again as my balls slap that hard little clit of yours while I thrust in and out of your ass.” Slowly he continued to push into her. Having the bulbous head of his shaft stretching that tight ring of muscle was uncomfortable, but she didn’t want him to stop. Finally he pushed through the opening, sliding all the way into her. He hissed, and she gasped.

To have something that big in her ass, stretching her, filling her, took her breath away. He continued to push inside, to ease his way into her body. When she didn’t think he could go any further inside of her he slid in one more inch. A gasp and then a moan left her.

“You doing okay, Saya baby?”

She nodded, not able to verbally say anything.

Jakob thrust in and pulled back out. He went a little faster each time, a little harder. He added more pressure on her hips with his fingers with each thrust, and she loved that spark of pain. The feel of his balls slapping against her clit sent her right over the edge once more, a cry leaving her. And when he slipped his hand along her back, gripped the nape of her neck in a firm, possessive hold, Saya came.

She slammed her ass back against him, loved that he cursed and growled filthy things. She needed more of this intense side of him. Jakob might have control of her, but only because she allowed him that control. She felt Jakob pull out of her ass, heard the sound of him tearing off the condom, and sensed him move closer to her once more. Looking over her shoulder, she watched him, anticipated what his next move would be.

“Look at what you fucking do to me, Saya,” he said and grabbed his dick, and started stroking himself as he looked at her. “You see how hard you make me?”

She nodded and licked her lips.

In a powerful move he flipped her onto her back, her breasts shaking from the force, and her legs spreading wide.

Saya knew her eyes were wide, but she couldn’t help it, not when she watched him jerk off, his focus on her spread pussy. He ran his palm up and down his cock, the tip having a drop of pre-cum, his balls heavy, big in appearance. It was the sight of his muscles flexing and bunching, of his lips parting, and of the guttural sound that came from him that had her reaching up to pull at her nipples, to show him a little something to really push him over the edge.

“That’s it. Play with your big fucking tits, let me see you pull on your nipples until they are nice and red for me.”

She did as he said, wanting to please him, to do this for not only Jakob, but herself as well. Doing what he said gave her this strength, this control, and it turned her on even more.

Having his focus solely on her was an aphrodisiac all on its own. He came hard, and great white arcs of his cum shot out of the tip of his shaft and landed right on her belly, covering her, marking her. All she could do was watch in stunned pleasure, her gaze focused on his cock, as his orgasm seemed to go on and on, his seed erupting from him.

Her stomach and chest were covered in his jizz, and before she could move he was rubbing that cum into her skin like lotion.

“I want you to smell like me, be covered in my scent, in my cum, Saya.” The way he said the words was in a low, very bear-like growl.

A deep groan left him as he watched that semen coating her flesh, but he didn’t stop stroking himself while he did it. And when he removed his hand for her belly she couldn’t help but reach out and rub his cum all over her breasts. He was breathing hard again, making these grunting noises that spurred her on for more.

She slipped her hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit, feeling that slickness of his jizz on the little nub, covering her pussy lips. God, she was going to come again with the image of Jakob above her, and the feel of his semen all over her body. And then it was her turn to throw her head back and moan as she came, not stopping the rubbing action on her clit. His bear flashed across his face, and her orgasm grew because of the sight.

It was long seconds before her climax faded, but then Jakob moved away from her. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was haggard, which matched hers.

“Christ, Saya.” His eyes were still closed. “I have never come that hard in my life.” When he opened his eyes she saw something different in the dark depths. Saya couldn’t quite place it, but it was almost a freedom, almost like he’d found life. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and the act seemed so gentle and intimate, even after what they had just done.

“I knew the moment I saw you that you’d help wash away that darkness, help me find what it meant to be alive again.”

She rested against him, realizing that she was already falling for this biker, and that nothing would ever be the same.

Chapter Fourteen

“How are you doing, baby girl?”

Saya was sitting on her couch, the cell between her shoulder and ear as she tied her running shoes. “I’m doing good.”

“Works going well? School starting up soon?”

She finished tying her left shoe and sat up, looking out the living room window. “School starts soon for first semester, and work is work.” Her dad chuckled, and she missed that sound so much. He was a rough and tough biker, but he also showed her this gentle side, always had ever since she was little. He’d also laugh at his own jokes, even if they were corny. She smiled at the thought.

“I’m glad you’re doing good and moving on with things, sweetheart.” He exhaled, and she had a feeling there was something else on his mind.

“Dad, is everything okay? You didn’t get into another fight, did you?” It was a silly question, honestly, because even when her father got into fights at the prison, he always came out victorious. There were a lot of guys that were affiliated with the Death Bringers inside, and her father was one of the top inmates on the food chain. Of course when he got into fights she wasn’t worried about his safety as much as she was about him getting more time added onto his sentence. As it was he still had another few years, and that seemed like an eternity.

“I’m good, baby girl, just worried about you.”

“I’m fine. You guys all taught me how to take care of myself. No one will fuck with me.”

He chuckled deeply, his voice husky, familiar and warming. He always made her feel safe and protected, even if he wasn’t physically near her.

“You know I have some of the boys keeping an eye on you?”

She wasn’t surprised, even if she hadn’t seen any of the Death Bringers around. They could be sneaky as hell when they wanted to go unnoticed. “I figured, even if you didn’t tell me right away.”

He exhaled again, as if he were troubled with something.

“Dad, if you have something to say, please, say it. I thought we could talk.”

“We can, sweetheart, but I’m trying my hardest to let you come to me.”

She knew what he was talking about before he could even finally get it out. “I met someone, Dad, but you know that.” Saya couldn’t be angry with her father for keeping tabs on her. She was his “little” girl still. She knew that. It was hard for a man like her father, and she had a suspicion that Jakob, as well, had a hard time stepping back from the people they cared about. They were cut from the same mold, were strong in all things, but also fiercely protective.

“Yeah, and I told the guys to just stay back, give you your privacy. It isn’t that I don’t trust you, baby girl. I had the boys keep an eye on you for my benefit, because it’s hard for me to let go, even if that’s what I want for you. You’re a smart girl—”

“Who made a really stupid decision to not listen to her dad all those years ago.” The silence stretched.

“I wasn’t going to say that, honey.”

“I’m grown, Dad, and I wouldn’t jump into something I didn’t feel in my heart was right.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

She could tell, even through the phone, that her father was smiling.

“You’re my baby girl, and always will be. I’ll always worry about you.”

She smiled. “I know, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“But I want to meet him, Saya. I want to make sure he will treat you right, and that he knows if he fucks up I can get to him, even being locked up.”

The threat in her father’s voice was very real, but she knew all dads would be protective of their children. Maybe they wouldn’t to the point of threatening with physical harm, or maybe they would. Either way, this was the life she’d always known, and she really wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Saya was really going to ask Jakob, and he’d either find the request damn strange and awkward, or he’d jump into this with her with open arms and feet first … like she was.

She pulled her car up to the massive gates of the Grizzly MC clubhouse. For a second she just sat there, her car idling, her focus on the two story building. She wasn’t nervous because of the MC, not when she knew what to expect. She was nervous because she was going to ask Jakob to come with her to meet her father.

Saya didn’t need her father’s approval, and Reaper wasn’t the type of man that would push his authority on her, even if she needed it at times. Reaper wanted to meet Jakob because he was her father, plain and simple, and what father didn’t want to meet the man that his daughter loved?

Loved?

She swallowed as that thought claimed her.

Did she actually love Jakob? It hadn’t been very long, but their relationship was explosive, and she actually felt, for the first time in her life, that she wasn’t making a wrong move. She actually felt like she was in the right direction, that this was who she was supposed to be with.

“Can you come to the clubhouse, baby? I’d like you to meet my family, Saya.”

Saya replayed Jakob’s text in her head, and although she wanted to meet his family, his club, she was nervous.

Just like how he met the Death Bringers, and showed no fear. He held his own.

She knew Jakob was the type of man to kill for the ones he cared about, too. And she knew he cared about her, knew it deep in her very soul.

“You here for Jakob?” someone said right beside her window, and she jumped, surprised they’d gotten so close without her knowing. Of course her thoughts had been pretty focused on other things.

The guy standing by her door, his arm resting on top of the hood, looked big and fierce, just like Jakob. He wore a cut, but she could see he was only a prospect.

“Yes,” she said and swallowed.

“Yo, Duke,” the prospect said, and this beast of a guy came out from behind the gate. Duke had to be in his thirties, but maybe older. She could see the wisdom on his face. He also looked like he could crush bone in his bare hands. She’d seen some pretty big guys, the Death Bringers and Grizzlies for one thing, but hell, this guy had to be nearing seven feet tall, and the muscle mass on him was slightly frightening.

“Uh.” She found the sound leaving her on its own, but the prospect started talking again, not paying her attention.

“Open the gate for Jakob’s female.”

Hearing him say she was Jakob’s sent this rush of pleasure through her. Duke opened the massive gate with one hand … one fucking hand. He pulled the metal open for her, and she pulled forward, not able to help but look at him. He had a cigarette between his lips, his focus on her as she made her way up the driveway.

God, what is it with these Grizzly guys?

She parked the car in front of the clubhouse and cut the engine.  For a second she just sat there, not sure why she was so nervous, but not able to push past it. But Saya knew this wasn’t unusual for her. She’d been around an MC her whole life, knew what she’d see when she walked inside.

You’re worried about asking Jakob to go to the prison to see Dad. You’re afraid of what he’ll say. You’re afraid that will turn him off and make
him
run.

Yes, that’s what she was so worried about, why she felt her hands shake and her blood rush.

She got out of the car, but before she could take a step the front door was opening and a few club whores stepped out. She recognized the sweet-butt vibe right away: the skanky clothes and made-up hair and face.

The women stopped and got cigarettes out. They started smoking and looking at their cell phones, but both seemed to look up at her at the same time. It was clear on their faces they weren’t impressed with her, but then again Saya didn’t give a fuck. She knew all about club whores, some she’d been close with while growing up, and others that were plain dirty bitches. Hell, some of the club whores she was close with had been like mothers to her, taking care of her, cooking for her, and teaching her things her father wasn’t comfortable with, like her period, tampons, and sex.

She walked past the women, heard them whispering, but she didn’t care. She opened the front door and walked in, and was assaulted with the scent of cigarettes, and pot. The sounds were loud, deafening almost. There was laughter, guys yelling, music playing, and even some women moaning.

Saya looked around for Jakob, knowing she probably should have called or texted him to say she was here, but she was doing this head-on, just jumping in feet first.

“Hey, you’re new.” The voice was slurred and right beside her.

Turning and seeing a big Patch beside her had her taking a step back. His eyes were bloodshot, and the scent of liquor came from him strong enough that she could have probably gotten drunk off the fumes.

“What’s your name?”

Saya looked at his cut, saw that it stated he was from an MC called The Bothers of Menace, and lifted her gaze back to his face. She didn’t know about the Brothers of Menace, didn’t know if they were shifters or humans, but either way he was a big guy, intimidating and kind of scary just standing there.

“You some new club pussy?” he asked and rested his hand on the door.

“Um—” she managed to get out before Jakob’s voice stopped her.

“Fuck off, Maverick. That’s my woman.”

She felt this relief fill her when she saw Jakob moving toward her, this hard expression on his face as he stared at the Patch. Jakob pulled her away from Maverick.

“Shit,” Maverick said and ran a hand over his head. “I’m trashed, and didn’t realize she was yours.”

No one spoke for a second.

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” she said in response to what Maverick said.

“Yeah, okay, I’m going to get my drunk ass away from you guys.” He turned and moved back toward where the party was clearly in full swing.

“He wasn’t bothering you for very long, was he?” Jakob asked and turned her around before pulling her into the hardness of his body.

“No.”

“Maverick is a good guy, but can be an ass when he’s trashed. If he would have touched you I would have beat his ass,” Jakob said seriously.

“He just spoke to me. No harm, no foul.”

Jakob cupped her cheek, and given their atmosphere, and the fact Jakob was a Patch in an MC, the gesture seemed so gentle and sweet.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere quiet.” He led them through the club, and she wasn’t blind to the fact several of the members and club whores stopped what they were doing and stared at them. Finally they were in a room, and when the door was shut it blocked out a lot of the noise.

“How am I supposed to meet your family if we’re locked in the room together?” she said, teasing.

He made a low sound in his throat and moved toward her. “I didn’t think about that. I just wanted you all to myself, I guess.”

She chuckled, and a second later he was tackling her to the bed. A squeal left her and her cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. With his big body over hers, his clear erection pressing against her belly, the arousal came on fast and hard. Jakob cupped her cheeks and leaned down to kiss her slowly, sweetly.

The kiss started off gentle and easy, but when he started grinding his cock into her belly, thrusting against her, dry fucking her, the kiss turned heated, possessive. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and devoured her mouth. Their saliva mixed, something so damn erotic she was moaning into his mouth and grabbing his biceps, digging her nails into him.

Spreading her thighs, Jakob took the hint and moved further between them until his erection was pressed right up against her jean-covered pussy. She wanted him, no doubt about it, but reality rushed through her. Pacing her hands on his chest she pushed him back. He was built like a tank, but he moved away from her, giving her a few inches to breathe and gather her thoughts.

“Was I being too rough, baby?” he asked, his focus on her lips.

“No,” she said, and shook her head. “But I want to ask you something, and it’ll be like cold water on this, I think.”

“You okay, baby?” He sounded a little worried now, and she hated that she’d been so vague that he’d gotten like that. Sitting up and taking his hand in his, she said, “I’m fine.”

Just say it. Get it over with.

“You know my father is in prison for what happened.”

Jakob nodded and tightened his hold on her hand.

“I’d like to know if you’d come with me to the prison to see him. He wants to get to know you, wants to make sure you’re … good enough for me.” She sounded ridiculous saying that, but Jakob deserved to know it all.

He needs to, because asking him to go to a maximum security federal prison to see your father might make him uncomfortable as hell.

“You want to take me to see your dad?”

She nodded after he spoke.

“And I can sense you’re worried that you asked me, like going to a prison was going to make me not want you, or feel uncomfortable?” he asked again.

“Yeah, in so many words.”

“Saya, baby.” He held her hand, but cupped her cheek with his other. “I have family in prison, Grizzly members serving time. I do illegal shit, am in an MC, and have done my fair share of things that should have gotten me locked up and the key thrown away.” He leaned in and kissed her. “You asking me to go with you, to meet someone so important to you, no matter where he is, makes me really fucking proud to be with you, to have you as my old lady.”