Outlaw's Wrath - An MC Brotherhood Romance Boxed Set (38 page)

Finally, he said, “I don’t need, nor really want, an answer. I’m just putting in on the floor.”

“That’s a hell of a thing to leave on a girl’s floor, Hank,” she growled. She got up and took their plates into the kitchen, unconcerned that Hank hadn’t finished his yet. She dumped them in the sink, and rinsed them, and then stacked them in the dishwasher before coming back for her sauces.

“I’m not going to give the ‘Derrick weather report.’ I’m not going to tell you if she says he’s edgy or needy or calm or whatever else she might say about him,” she announced, heading back into the kitchen with her tray and grabbing a towel to wipe the table with. “That’s too much to ask. I love Daphne, and I can’t do that to her, even for the club. I can’t.”

She wiped down the table, then stood up. “But if she mentions something that is a clear and present danger to you or the club, I’ll tell you. I believe the only reason she would tell me something like that was if she wanted you to know, anyway.”

After taking her cleaning towel back into the kitchen, she leaned against the doorway. “Is that good enough?”

“It’s
fair
enough,” he told her. “Would you like me to leave?”

“Have I asked you to go?”

“I withdraw the question,” he consented.

She bit her lip and then said, “You are wearing far too many clothes.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

On her bed, naked and entangled while his hands roamed her body with calm explorations, she marveled out how well he already knew her as he set fires in her ass, back, and breasts.

Her pale nipples were alight and hard as he teased and suckled her. She loved the feeling of running her hands through his hair while he did that. His cock was hard against her thigh, so she knew he was already very aroused, which pleased her, but he was also in no hurry tonight, which pleased her even more. Rough-and-tumble monkey sex had its place, but this was a night for healing, and both of them needed healing.

For nearly an hour, they just rolled and caressed and soothed each other, pressing as close together and as much as they could.

When she was straddling him after such a long and loving embrace, the ache for him was more than she could take. Lifting up from him, she rolled her hips and brought his cock to her entrance. “God,” she hissed, as he stretched her open, “am I ever going to get used to your cock?”

Working her hips and ass and thighs, she ground him into her, loving the width of him, moaning with every aching, wonderful stretching sensation. “Fuck yes,” she whispered, rising up fully and undulating her whole body in a dance. “Fuck yes, this is it, this is exactly it.”

Her body was a flowing wave that rose from her ass, up through her hips to her abs, and then to her breasts before finally tossing back and jerking forward her long red hair with her head, rolling her body with lustful oscillations in the moonlight coming in through the window. Her hands rubbed her sides and milked her breasts and dug deep into her hair.

In his eyes, Cyn could see that this was turning him on. She could feel it in his cock, too, when it twitched and bucked periodically.

This dance she was doing was rubbing her clit into the base of his cock, and it was really starting to get to her. Her moans weren’t quite as playful or soothing anymore. There was an urgency to them that she knew he could hear. Her voice was practically imploring him to fuck her.

“Oh, sweet mercy,” she moaned when her orgasm began to rise and swirl inside of her like a filling pool of electric lava.

“Oh god, I’m going to come, oh please let me come,” she begged and her body’s dance, which was sensuous and slow, became more urgent and forceful.

Her hips now rocked against him instead of rolling, grinding her clit with fervent desire. Rather than milking her breasts, she pulled at her nipples, stretching them, and threw her head back as the delicious ache ran through her abs and inflamed her clit with ardent hunger.

“Oh, fuck yes! Hank! God, you feel so good!”

She came forward, her hands gripping his thick shoulders, feeing his chiseled muscles and the tension building in them. Her incited body left all sensuous pretense and began to fuck his cock. Her abs rolled and she squeezed his cock with the muscle walls of her pussy as her hips fucked up and down, driving him into her.

“God yes! Oh god, yes! Fuck, Hank! Fucking give it to me! Fuck! I need it!” she screamed at him.

Hank grabbed her hips with his powerful hands and began to drive his cock into her with his ass and hip muscles.

The sudden power she felt from him set her off. She growled and cried as she thrashed and pounded back into him. The orgasm only seemed to enrage her body. It wanted more, much more before her climax. “Fucking sweet mother! God, I need it. It’s fucking right there!”

The agony of pre-climax seethed through her body, and she fucked Hank with desperation now. Her hands were claws as she raked his chest and shoulders. Hank was mercilessly pounding into her, his hands gripping her like steel clamps, and she could feel his cock becoming harder.

“Do it Hank! Fucking do it! I need you!”

Hank’s climax filled her and sent her whole body into climax as well. Her cries were wild and hungry. She rose up and humped at his cock viciously, riding the climax, and the blissful agonies churned inside of her.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Cyn woke close to three in the morning in an empty bed. Hank was gone.

She got up and padded out to the living room, and then peeked outside to see if his bike was still there, but it was gone as well.

“Hmm,” she growled.

After a drink of water, she crawled back into bed and fell asleep, wishing he would have woken her to say he was taking off instead of sneaking out like a thief.

She woke at eight in the morning to the smell of bacon frying in her kitchen.

“Just as sneaky coming back in,” she smiled.

She got up and, since there was the possible threat of bacon splatter, got into her sleeping t-shirt before going out to say good morning.

He was in straight cut blue jeans, running shoes, a blue button-up shirt with a collar. She nearly didn’t recognize him. His hair was brushed to a shine and pulled back into a very manly pony-tail. His cheeks and chin were freshly shorn. Hell, he made Larry look casual.

She came up behind him and put her arms around his waist, giving him a hug. “Glad you decided to sneak back in.”

“Couldn’t sleep. I went home and played a few racks on my pool table. That always eases my mind. Helps me focus.”

“Been up all night, then?”

“Yes, but I plan on sleeping most of today. Day off, completely. Planning on several in fact. Need some serious downtime,” he told her.

She tried not to get all girly-attitude with that statement, by which he obviously meant that he was going to want
solitude
during this downtime.

“I get like that,” she told him, reminding herself as well.

“Everyone does. The ones who don’t do something about it are the ones who wind up screaming like mad men in divorce courts and taking automatic weapons to work.”

Divorce courts? Was that one of those Freudian slips?

If he was thinking marriage already, then maybe he
should
get some time alone, and her, too.

“I’ve got a ton of work today and tomorrow, so it’s probably best anyway. Though I am just down the road. You might want to take a break from yourself and pop over,” she added, hoping it didn’t sound too needy.

“That would be nice, yes, but I think I’m going to take a break from the club for awhile. I just got back, and look at the mess.”

Her instincts told her there was more to it than that, but likely in the area he wouldn’t talk about.

“Tuesdays and Wednesdays are usually slow anyway,” she said. “Not missing much.”

“I might have some work to do on Thursday and Friday. It could stretch into the weekend if everything goes right,” he told her.

Oh god, he’s going back! Whatever it is that he’s into, it’s starting Thursday.

She knew it like she knew her own name.

“Yeah, well,” she said into his back, struggling not to cry, “You can’t just sit around all the time playing pool. You’ll get flabby, and then I won’t want you anyway.”

He put a hand on her clasped ones in front of him and said, “I will be coming back, lass.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

She lost it. The tears were in free fall.

Fucking asshole! Why did he have to say that?

Her phone rang with Daphne’s ringtone, and she left him to pick it up. “Hey, baby,” she said.

“He’s dead! The police are here! They say he’s dead!”

“Don’t move. I’m on my way, baby. I’ll be right there.”

“He’s dead!” Daphne screamed.

She dressed with the phone to her ear, listening to Daphne wail and cry and tell the cops to fuck off, that she wasn’t talking to them, that she needed Cyn.

“Call Larry!” Cyn shouted at Hank. “Call him and tell him to get his ass over to Daphne’s, right now!”

To Daphne, she said, “Tell the cops your lawyer is on the way, and to back off!”  Daphne sounded like she took great pleasure in relaying that message to the police and getting them out of her apartment.

“I’m dressed, baby, and on my bike. I’ll be there in five. Hang up, baby. I’m on my way,” Cyn said.

“Please!” Daphne begged.

“I’m coming,” Cyn told her. Then she broke the connection, put her helmet on, and thundered out of her drive, reaching sixty by the first bend.

In less than five minutes, she was pulling up to the downtown store where Daphne rented an apartment upstairs. Cops were everywhere, and she spotted at least two detectives. One of the officers tried to stop her from going up.

“You going to arrest me?”

“Well, I’m—”

“Not doing shit!” she told him, and she took the stairs two at a time. Her phone rang as she entered the apartment. It was Larry.

“Where are you, Larry?”

“As it happens, close by, actually. I’m on the freeway heading back. Did he die in the apartment?”

“No, somewhere else, but there are a lot of cops downstairs looking to search this place and interrogate Daphne.”

“Neither of which is going to happen. How is Daphne feeling about me coming over? I was on the tribunal last night. She may not want my help.”

“Daphne?”

“Yes?”

“Larry wants to help. He’s going to keep the cops out of here and help you with the questions. Is that alright? Will you let him help?”

She put a knuckle between her teeth, and then nodded. “I don’t have anyone else.” She sounded defeated.

“I heard her,” Larry said, “and I understand. I'll help her find someone else after I handle this first mess. Tell her that. Also, I’m off the freeway and coming up the main road now. Be there in three,” he said, and he broke the connection.

Cyn pocketed her cellphone and went over to Daphne, who looked at her like a wounded child. Daphne asked, “Wasn’t breaking him enough? Did he have to kill him too?”

Cyn looked at her in shock.
She means Hank! Oh shit, she’s thinks Hank did this!

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