Her Grizzly Outlaw (9 page)

“God,
Lucas. It’s like you’re splitting me in two.”

Yeah,
he was going to do a lot more than that. “You love my big ol’ cock up inside of
your hot little cunt. You like that I am stretching you to the point you want
to dig your nails into my skin and bite your lip because
it’s
feeling like you’ll break in half.” He kissed her neck, ran his tongue up and
down her throat, and then she started bouncing on his cock even faster. When
her pelvis met his, they both groaned out in unison. He gripped her hips even harder,
knowing he’d leave bruises, and his bear felt this renewed sense of
possessiveness toward her. He lifted her up until just the tip of his dick was
inside of her now. Lucas started pushing her down on his shaft and then lifting
her back up. He did this continuously, her tits bouncing between them, sweat
covering her creamy colored flesh, and her nipples harder than diamonds.

His
cock thickened further, and his balls drew up tight with his impending orgasm.
Still holding onto her hips he stood with her in his arms, loving that he was
still lodged deep inside of her sweet body. When he set her on her feet Lucas
turned her around, pushed her forward with a hand to her lower back, and then
smoothed his fingers over her ass. She was now leaning over the piece of
furniture, her toes barely touching the ground, and her hands curled around the
arms of the leather chair.

Spreading
the cheeks of her ass, he stared at her pussy and asshole for a second. He
finally let go of one cheek, grabbed his dick, and slammed back into her pussy.
She cried out when he bottomed out in her cunt in one, swift move. He pounded
into her in long, hard strokes, held onto her waist as he fucked her raw, and
grew so damn turned on at the sound of her body sucking at his shaft.

“That’s
it,
Tarren
,” he grunted out when his balls slapped
against her clit. “Take all of me.” He slammed into her especially hard, so
much so that she fell forward. Her ass was now up in the air, her face pressed
into the cushion and her moans filling his ears.

He fucked her like he had never
fucked a female before, claimed every part of her, and wasn’t ready to relent.
But Lucas couldn’t stop his orgasm, couldn’t stop the sound of his groans, or
the fact he wished there wasn’t latex between them. He wanted to feel her bare
pussy along his cock, wanted to have the warmth and wetness of her arousal
covering his dick until he filled her with his cum and it slipped out of her
pussy and down her leg. His balls tightened painfully further, his back tingled
at the base as his pleasure increased, and then she was getting off again. Her
cunt gripped him to the point he was throwing his head back, opening his mouth,
and roaring out. His bear pushed forward, and he felt his canines lengthen,
felt his nails turn into claws as he held her in an iron-like grip, and pushed
his animal down. His bear wanted out, wanted to be the only one with
Tarren
right now, but no way was he going to back down. He
roared out loud when he finally came, filled the tip of the condom with his
semen, and held
Tarren
on his shaft. He kept her
pressed right to his pelvis until he couldn’t come any longer. He could feel
her pussy pulling at his cock, milking all of his
jizz
from him, and then after several long seconds of pleasure they both sagged
forward.

For a second all he did was stay
buried inside of her, feeling her pussy clench and release around his cock as
her orgasm slowly dissipated. He smoothed her hair away from her shoulder,
smoothed a finger along the curved arch of her skin, and then pressed his lips
to the spot. The scent of cookies filled the lower level, and his stomach
growled. She chuckled softly, and although he didn’t want to move, he
reluctantly pulled out of her body.

Lucas helped her to stand, turned
her around before she could leave, and grabbed a chunk of her hair, tilting her
head back. He stared into her blue eyes, loved that she was trained right on
him, that she wasn’t pulling away, and even grabbed his biceps and pulled him
closer. She lowered her gaze and stared at his chest, and if she hadn’t drained
him dry he would have been able to get hard again from her look alone.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,
Tarren
.” He leaned in to kiss her, but the sound of gravel
crunching outside alerted him to the fact someone was here. She broke away from
him, ran over to the window, and he stared at the way her big, fleshy ass shook
from the action. He started to get hard again from the sight alone. She bent
slightly as she pulled just a corner of the curtain aside. He loved that she
wasn’t self-conscious because her body was made to be worshipped, and fuck, had
he done just that.

“Oh my God my parents are home.”

Everything froze at the thought
of Dallas walking in and knowing Lucas had fucked
Tarren
.
Shit, Dallas was going to beat his ass. Lucas grabbed his clothes off the
floor, hastily put them on, and then looked up to see
Tarren
had dressed so fucking fast she was already pulling her shirt over her head,
the last article of clothing she needed on. Lucas could handle himself, fucked
up anyone that started shit with him, and had a reputation for being this all
around badass. He was a conceited motherfucker in all of that, but it was the
truth. But this was Dallas-Fucking-Stoker he was talking about, one of the
original Grizzly MC members, and a fucking protective motherfucker when it came
to his two daughters.

The scent of the cookies being
burnt filled the kitchen and living room, but he was glad because the smell
would help mask the fact he had just fucked
Tarren
.
He felt the sweat start to cover his body even more at the thought of Dallas
walking in, seeing their disarrayed state, smelling the burnt cookies trying to
mask the “we just fucked” scent in the room, and going all primal on his ass.
He wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t even try to defend himself, because he had
totally screwed Dallas’s daughter in his own damn house, and enjoyed every damn
second of it. But if Dallas wanted to kick his ass, then Lucas deserved it,
because it wasn’t as if he was professing his love to
Tarren
,
even though he should have told her that he cared about her more than any other
female out there. He should have told her that he wanted her as only his, and
that nothing would ever change how he felt. But the fact she had never given
him any indication she wanted more with him kept him reserved. He was a wimp
when it me to
Tarren
, scared of what she would say
when he opened up his heart to her.

“Oh God.
My dad will totally know what we
were doing.” She looked at him, her eyes wide, and the scent of her unease
coming through. The sound of Dallas and his old lady talking came closer, and
then
Tarren
was moving away from him, down the
hallway, and into the bathroom. And there he stood, about to face the wrath of
a big ass papa bear that looked at other guys fucking with his little girls
like the scum of the earth.

“Is that Lucas’s bike?” Dallas
asked from right outside of the front door.

“Where is
Tarren’s
car?” Hope, Dallas’s old lady and
Tarren’s
mom, asked
next. The front door swung open seconds later, and Hope walked in with Dallas
following closely behind. As with all of the Grizzly MC members, Dallas towered
over his human wife, and now had his hand on her hip in a show of proprietary
possession, and scanned the main floor of the cabin.

He inhaled deeply, and Lucas knew
he could smell what had been going on by the expression that morphed his face.

“What in the hell is burning?”
Hope asked and moved toward the stove. She pulled out the cookies; smoke
trailing out of the oven and having Hope coughing.

When Lucas looked at Dallas again
it was to see the MC member staring daggers his way.

“
Tarren
?”
Hope yelled out. A second later the bathroom door opened and closed, and
Tarren
came rushing down the hallway.

“I’m here.”

“What the hell?” her mother
asked, opening the window above the kitchen sink, and taking a rag to try to
usher the rank smelling fumes out of the house. Hope turned around, saw Dallas
take a step toward him, and then looked at Lucas. “Hey,” Hope sounded a little
confused, and then looked at
Tarren
when she stepped
into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry. I lost track of time,
and you know how fast those things cook, and how easily they burn.”
Tarren
was rambling. She needed to be cool or they would
know for sure they had slept together just minutes before her parents had come
home.

Lucas looked at Dallas again, saw
this scowl on the other man’s face, and knew.
Yeah, he knows you fucked his daughter.

“Where’s your car?” Hope asked,
and the smoke finally started to dissipate. The silence stretched out and
filled the room. Lucas looked at Dallas again, saw that the other male was
still watching him, and swore internally. Dallas took a step toward him while
Hope and
Tarren
were talking, but Lucas stayed still,
kept eye contact, and refused to show the fact this male coming at him looked
rightfully pissed off.

“You got your phone on you, boy?”
Dallas said, crossing his thickly muscled and tattooed arms over his chest and
staring at Lucas.

 
He reached inside of his cut to the pocket,
pulled out his phone, and showed it to Dallas. “Yeah,” he said without
faltering. This male may be older, be deep in the club and have lived the
violent, dangerous life all members did, but Lucas was just as big and wasn’t
going to show fear.

“Your old man has been trying to
call you.
Seems he needs you to do club business.”
Dallas
said,
his voice low, deadly sounding, and his
expression matching.

Lucas looked at the phone, saw
that it was turned off, and cursed. “I’ll call him.”

“
Do
it
as you leave,” Dallas said even lower, so low that Lucas knew it was only meant
for him to hear. “Like now, while I can still control myself.” Dallas took
another step closer, had his fists clenched at his sides, and breathed out
roughly.
“Because not even the smell of burnt fucking cookies
can mask the scent of what you and my daughter were just doing.”
He
ground out the words low enough only Lucas could hear, and tilted his chin
toward the door. “Now, go on, before I make a scene with my little girl
watching.”

Lucas didn’t want to be anymore
disrespectful, but he also wasn’t the type of male to be pushed around by
anyone. Seeing how pissed Dallas was, and knowing that he was only protecting
his daughter, should have had Lucas shutting the fuck up and leaving. Instead
he felt his bear rise up at the challenge. It was an involuntary reaction, one
that had him more animal than human at the moment. But right when he heard
Dallas growl low, having the women stop mid-conversation, Lucas snapped out of
it. He cleared his throat, and glanced at
Tarren
, who
watched him and her dad with wide eyes. She most likely knew what in the hell
was going on. He turned his bear instincts down a notch.

“I better go.”

Dallas made this low around
again, stepped aside, and Lucas walked over to
Tarren
.

“I’ll call you later?” He didn’t
want to leave like this, all awkward and shit, but he also didn’t want to make
a scene.

She looked over at her dad, and
then back at him. “You’re okay?” He knew she was asking because this weird vibe
was coming off of Dallas, and although she was half bear, yet couldn’t shift,
she had senses that were just as attuned as the males of their shifting
species.

“I’m good, just need to call my
dad,
and my phone has been off, so he’s probably pissed.”

She nodded and then swallowed.
“Okay. Yeah, I’ll talk to you later.”

Talk about an awkward as fuck
exit after just being inside of her.

He said goodbye to Hope, turned,
and wasn’t surprised to see Dallas holding the front door open. He still had
his fierce expression on his face. Lucas left the cabin, stepped out onto the
porch, and when the front door shut behind him he could feel Dallas right
there, breathing down his damn neck.

“We need to talk, boy.”

Lucas didn’t even bother turning
around, just stepped off the porch and walked toward his Harley. He straddled
it, knowing he was about to get an earful. Staring at Dallas, Lucas took in the
fact that for being in his sixties he was looking like he could still kill a
man with his bare hands. He was also fit as fuck, just as in shape as Lucas
himself or the other Grizzly members, and right now he was glaring at Lucas
like he wanted to rip his balls off and pickle them as a souvenir.

“You had sex with my little girl,
right in my goddamned house.” Dallas cursed out the words, rolled his head on
his neck, and then
grit
his teeth all seemingly at the
same time. In truth it was the scariest fucking thing Lucas had seen in a
long-ass time.

“Yeah.”
Lucas didn’t say it arrogantly
and sure as fuck wasn’t trying to be a badass to this male. He was just not
about to lie to
Tarren’s
dad. They stared at each
other for several long seconds before Dallas spoke again.