Spec (Defenders M.C, Book 6) (3 page)

He dropped her feet and stepped between her jean-clad thighs.

“I heard a rumor…”  He whispered as his eyes devoured her.  “I heard that you showed those beautiful tits to Ace to distract him sometimes when he felt like shit.”

The mention of Ace sent pain slicing through her heart.  He had been dear to her and had only been gone a few weeks, but Spec pulled her back as he knelt and pulled her up so she sat on the edge of his bed.  He removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table before turning back to her.

“I want to touch them and I want them to be only for me from now on.”  He whispered as if to himself just before he pressed his nose into her cleavage and inhaled.

Candy couldn’t answer him.  She just buried her hands in his sandy-colored hair and held on.  She had craved a man’s touch for so long.  Ace had been old enough to be her father, but if he had ever reached for her she would have melted into him.  She was that starved for affection.  She didn’t want to be with Spec just because of that though.  She wanted him as a man.  She felt certain that he could handle her every day for the rest of her life and still have her catching fire in an instant.  She hoped it wasn’t just the circumstances talking.  She craved something real, something more than a quick fuck.  She knew she was probably letting her head get away from her, but she couldn’t help letting herself dream a little. 

Spec was not a man who rushed.  He took his time with her, learning her.  By the time he pulled her jeans off and tossed them to the floor she was writhing and begging.  He looked unaffected if she ignored the heat in his eyes and the bulge in his jeans.  He was almost clinical in his exploration of her body as if he didn’t want to miss one thing.

He reached for the red, lacey panties she wore and looked up into her eyes.

“Did you buy these for him?”

Heat crept up into her face as she nodded guiltily.  One side of his mouth turned down as he studied the delicate lace.  Then with a flick of his wrist they were ripped away from her body.

“I’ll buy you new ones.  I like green.”

Then he spread her legs wide and knelt by the bed again.  He used his finger to run a path from the hollow of her throat to the soft, dark curls at the apex of her sex.

“I like this better.”

“What?”  She asked breathlessly.

“Natural.  Always be natural with me Candy.  You never have to be anything else.”

Mmm…my hair is dyed…”

“But it’s that way because you like it, not because some ass wipe said he liked blondes better and it’s your real color with a little something extra.”  He blew warm air between her legs.  “I’m happy with whatever you are.  As long as it makes you happy.”

She was surprised that he knew that little detail.  Pick had preferred her blonde.  It wasn’t until she’d been told about his actions, after being released from prison, that she dyed it back to her natural shade.

“Do you understand me Candy?”

She nodded and then moaned as she felt his finger take a long swipe at her seam.  She knew she was wet and ready for him, but he seemed to get so much enjoyment out of exploring her.

He spread her sex open and took a deep breath and let a moan slip from his lips.

“You smell so good Candy.  I’m going to eat you until you beg me to stop.”

“That may take forever.”  She moaned.

“I won’t complain.”

He pressed his nose to her throbbing clit and she let out a high pitched moan that she couldn’t believe came from her lips.  When his tongue laved it next she was gone.  She began to buck her hips against his mouth and he hummed his approval.  She felt his finger slide into her and then another until her body began to convulse around him.

“Mmmm so good Candy, so good.” 

He sucked and licked until she came back down and then he forced her up again faster than she thought possible.  He pulled three earth-shattering orgasms from her before he stood and pulled her up the bed. 

Candy was almost delirious when she felt him enter her.  Her skin was slick with sweat and her ears were buzzing, but the feeling of him sliding into her snapped something deep within her and when she wrapped her arms around him she felt at peace for the first time in her life.  What had this man done to her?  How had he healed her when he had no way of knowing how broken she was?

She was so sensitive that her body was in a constant state of orgasm.  One release followed another until her body tingled with ecstasy.  The pleasure was almost painful and frightened her.  It was too much.  Too intense.

“One more Candy, give me one more.”

His pace quickened until he was slamming against her.  The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the slap of skin against skin.

“I can’t, I can’t.”

“I said give me one more.”  His voice snapped and her body responded as it contracted around his driving cock.  She screamed out his name as he pressed into her again and again until he groaned and finished deep within her.

Candy couldn’t move.  She wasn’t sure she would ever be able to move again.  Breathing was almost more than she could handle.

Spec fell on her and she sighed.  His weight felt like a blanket of security and she wanted to laugh at the insanity of that thought.  This man was dangerous, but her stupid heart couldn’t see it.  He would tear her apart if she wasn’t careful and for some reason she didn’t want to stop him. 

She lifted her arms and wrapped them around him.  She fought for the strength to lift her head and placed a soft kiss on his temple.

His breathing was ragged and he shivered as her body continued to milk him with her aftershocks.  She drifted off feeling sated and wanted for the first time in too long.  She smiled to herself as she sank into oblivion. 

“Holy shit what have I done?”

His whispered words shattered something deep within her even as she floated into darkness.

Three

Spec wanted to beat the shit out of someone, himself actually.  What the fuck had he been thinking taking Candy to bed?  How the fuck had he forgotten a condom.  He never forgot anything, ever.  That wasn’t what she needed right now and he sure as shit didn’t need it.

Well, he corrected himself, he had obviously needed the physical release, but he had planned something better for Candy if she ever ditched Pick and he damned sure had wanted to protect her.

He cursed under his breath as he closed the door to his apartment and locked it.  Most things around the clubhouse were open to everyone, but not the surveillance room and Spec was thankful for that, mostly because he lived in the rooms behind it and could keep his own dwelling secure.  Nobody had any business in his place.  In that one way he was different from his brothers.  Most of them had nothing to hide.  One room was as good as another and they didn’t care too much if a brother fucked some shank in the bed as long as they didn’t mind sharing the pussy.

Spec was different.  He knew a few of the brothers preferred their own homes, especially after they hooked up with an old lady, but there were still several who kept rooms at the clubhouse even after that.  He had heard one brother from Phoenix say that old ladies were for warming the bed and whores were for burning up the sheets at the club.  Spec had never found that idea appealing.  Sure he liked women.  He liked them more than most, but he was careful.  He knew some of the brothers watched him to try to figure him out.  He didn’t like being vulnerable out in the open and sex always made him let his guard down if only for a few seconds.  He usually took a woman to her place or anywhere that offered privacy.

Candy was different.  He trusted her.  She had proven more times than he could count that she was trustworthy and he thought nothing of leaving her in his bed while he gathered something for their breakfast.  He wanted to talk to her, but he wanted to feed her too.  Basic things were very important to Spec, especially making food, not that he had ever gone hungry, but basic things were important and preparing them showed a certain care that mattered. 

He was vigilant as he walked around the building to the rear entrance.  He knew if Pick had suspected what had happened between he and Candy then there would be trouble, but he didn’t see the man this morning.  He shrugged figuring Pick was probably passed out somewhere with some shank.

Spec wasn’t afraid of the lanky ex-con, but he was cautious.  He knew Pick had weaknesses, but the biggest one had seemed to be Candy.  The man had changed over the last few years and Spec would prefer to watch him more before he got into a scrap, but if it came down to it, Spec was confident that he could win.  He always won.  Spec knew a couple of the brothers could take him if they chose to, Shadow especially, but he had no need to tangle with the man thankfully.  Spec wasn’t stupid enough to think himself invincible.  He was just flesh and blood, but he knew that arrogance was the biggest weakness a man could have and most men who joined a motorcycle club had it in spades.

He pushed the door to the kitchen open to find a few of the brothers sitting at one of the long low tables.  Mike looked up from where he sat with his plate.

“Spec.”

“Vest.”

Mike frowned as he always did when anyone used the moniker Angel had pegged him with.  Spec hid a grin.

“And what are you doing here this morning?”

“Marty is grouchy as a she-bear and sick again.  Didn’t feel like eating cereal again so I came here for something hot.  She can’t stand to smell anything cooking.”

Spec noticed Mike looked pale and worn.  The stress of almost losing her had gotten to him along with the bullet he took to the back to save her.

“How’s the back?”

“Sore as fuck, but I had to get out for a while.  She doesn’t need to be babying me.”

Spec grinned.  Marty had put Mike through the ringer since their first meeting and it looked like he was still suffering. 

“Ready to move back in upstairs yet?”

Mike met his eyes then and he saw gut-wrenching sorrow.  “No man.  I’ll never leave her again.  I could take this shit for years and never want to leave her again.”  Mike sighed.  “To be honest I’ve been watching the clock until I can go back.”

Spec nodded.  He was surprised Mike spoke to him at all after what had happened.  It had been his fault Marty had been taken.  He’d let personal issues get in the way of club business and it had almost cost Marty her life.

“I’m sorry Mike…I…”

Mike shook his head.  “It turned out.”  He shrugged.  “And from what I heard you helped watch after her after we got her back.  I know I don’t know all of it, but I know you did your part.  That shit is on that asshole Dax, may he rot in hell.  You’ve got to stop this shit every time I see you, it’s depressing.”  Mike took a long drink of soda from the can he held.

Absolution felt good even if he didn’t deserve it.  “She doing alright with everything?”

“She’s fine.  The girls showed up an hour ago talking wedding shit and I got out while she had company.”  He grinned.  “Well, she kicked me out and said she needed an hour without me feeling her up.”  He shrugged.  “Damned sexy with that little baby bump growing and her tits getting bigger.

Spec laughed, but took a minute to study Mike.  Something was off.  “You aren’t sleeping.” 

Mike’s eyes jerked to Spec.  “How the fuck…”  He shook his head.  “Never mind.  Not much, no.  She’s having dreams and I can’t stand it.  Every time I drift off she screams and scares the shit out of me so I try to sleep a little during the days, but my nerves are on edge still.”

Spec nodded.  After everything Marty had been through it wasn’t unusual.  “She’ll settle.  Too bad you can’t just get her drunk.”

Mike cracked a grin.  “That’s the fucking truth.”

Spec nudged him with his elbow.  “Dreams the only thing keeping her up nights?”  He raised his brows.  “Your dick stop workin’?”

“Fuuuuuck you.  Hell no my dick is just fine and there is plenty of that too.”  His grin was evil when he met Spec’s eyes.  “From what I hear yours is too.”

Spec felt his brows raise.  “Was there ever a question?”

“Well since you and Lizzie…”  Mike shrugged.

“Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie….Lizzie was, is a friend.  She needed something I was willing to give.”   He shrugged as if it didn’t rip his heart out.  

“Yeah I bet it was real hard on you too.”

Spec grinned.  “Not for long.  What the fuck did you hear about my dick that has you so excited?”

Mike met his eyes.  “Heard Pick is out for blood.  Heard you fucked Candy and had her screamin’ so loud the brothers had to turn up the music.”  He pointed to the wall roughly where Spec’s bedroom sat.  “Walls ain’t that thick brother.  Not when you’ve got a screamer.”

Spec felt his ears heat.  He was able to control every part of his body except his damned ears.  He didn’t know what to say.

Mike shrugged.  “She’s a pretty good girl, you planning on keepin’ that?  Making a claim?”

“Yeah I am.”  It felt strange admitting it, but he’d had this in his head for a while and after the heart she had shown last night in handling Pick’s stupidity, it had all fallen into place.

Mike stood and clapped him on the shoulder.  “Good.  She’s a sweet girl, hope she makes you happy.  Do it soon though.  Now that she’s free you won’t be the only one with that idea.  Glad Ace ain’t around to see that fucker treatin’ her like shit.  The old man would have cut off Pick’s balls by now.”

Spec watched Mike toss his plate in the trash and disappear through the door leading to the main room.  Spec sat there for a few minutes trying to gather his thoughts.  A few sweet butts wandered around half cleaning the place.  He didn’t understand how they stood it.  They were fucked like animals all night, sucked every dick in the house, and expected to get up and clean the place up before the brothers woke up.  It was a shitty life.  He was thankful Candy had never fallen into that category, or not for long at least.  It did something to the women after a while. 

A woman stumbled through the door dragging a huge garbage bag.  Her party make up was mostly gone and what was left was smeared.  She looked like a horror movie and Spec shook his head.  Her clothes were rumpled and he didn’t even want to think about what stained her red halter top.  He tried to think of her name, but there were so many women that frequented the club that he couldn’t remember her specific name, just that he had cleared her to be there. 

She bent over in front of him to dig another bag out from under the kitchen sink and he got a bird’s eye view of everything she had to offer thanks to which ever brother had done away with her panties the night before.

“For fuck’s sake, I don’t want to see that shit.”  He spat in outrage.  It was not a pretty sight and he hadn’t even had coffee yet.

She looked over her shoulder and gifted him with a gruesome smile as she shook her ass.

“Come on now baby, don’t you have anything for me this morning?  I woke up all needy and everybody else is all passed out.”

She stood and sauntered over to him, well he was sure she meant it to be seductive, but it just looked painful.

“From what I saw, you have had enough.”

“Well maybe you could give it another look.  Heard you’re real smart, like some kind of genius or somethin’.  I could use an exam.”

She slid onto the table across from him and spread her legs.  Spec was glad he hadn’t eaten yet.  Her pussy looked like you could park a truck in it and she wouldn’t even feel it.

She slid her long red tipped fingers down until they dipped into the cave she called a pussy.  Spec wondered if he yelled in it if it might echo. 

“I have no doubt that you could benefit from a physician’s care, but I am actually unqualified as well as the fact that I lack the box of gloves I would need to feel safe enough to touch that.”  He nodded toward her open thighs.

“Oh come on now.  I’m not sure I’m getting wet enough for my men.  Want to come over here and see if you can fix that?  I’m feeling wetter just thinking about your cock sliding into me.”

“I’m pretty certain you wouldn’t know it if I stuck my whole arm in that.”   He stood and waved his hand at her spread thighs.  “Put that thing away.  You are spoiling my breakfast.”

He heard a giggle and turned to find Candy standing in the doorway all sleep ruffled and adorable.  She wore her jeans, but had slipped on his one of his t-shirts.  The pairing took his breath away.  Even with her short hair standing up in all directions she was stunning.

“God you’re beautiful in the morning.”  He whispered without thinking and was gifted with a bright smile. 

He heard a curse and the rustling of fabric, but he didn’t care.  All his thoughts were on Candy.

Damn he was an idiot.

She blushed and looked away.  “I thought I would make you breakfast, but you were gone already.”

He heard the uncertainty in her voice and rushed to reassure her.  “I wanted to make something for you, but there was nothing to fix.”  He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck.  “Don’t sit there ever again.  Pretty fucking sure that table needs to be burned…”

She laughed and he heard the woman who had been sitting on said table curse.

“We could go to my place…”  Her cheeks pinked.  “I could fix you something.”

Spec was nodding before she finished her sentence.  He pulled her from the room and noticed she shivered when the cool air hit her skin.  He stepped back to his door and unlocked it.  He grabbed his leather jacket and draped it over her shoulders.  He rarely got cold and the way his blood was pumping today he was surprised his shirt wasn’t smoking.

She grinned and slid her arms into the sleeves.

“Thank you.”

“Is your car here?”

“Yeah, but it was making a horrible sound when I got here so I doubt it would make it home.  I’ll just figure out what to do about it later.”

“Let me take care of it.”  He cut off her protest when he leaned over and kissed her lips.  She tasted like mint and he smiled against her lips.  “Did you use my toothpaste?”

“Mhmm.”  She said without breaking the kiss.

He reached up and grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger.  “Good.  Now open up and let me taste you.

He kissed her like she was nectar from the gods.  He sipped from her lips as if they held the very essence of life and he needed every drop.  They were also standing in front of the club house in plain sight of anyone who might be looking.  That gave Candy a thrill.  Spec wasn’t ashamed to be with her.  She wasn’t a dirty little secret to him. 

He led her to his big Harley and she got her first close up look at it.  It wasn’t as flashy as some of the others.  It was so dark green that it looked black until the sun hit it just right.  There were subtle lines in gold on the paint and when Candy’s brows furrowed he grinned.

“Ghosts.”  He kissed her nose and helped her climb on behind him.

Ghosts.  She couldn’t help the shiver.  She didn’t believe in them exactly, but the thought that she could be wrong always made her stay away from places they might want to hang around.

She wrapped her arms around Spec and pressed her cheek to his warm back.  She had heard stories of how he liked to drive and she felt her stomach do a little flip at the thought of him being dangerous on the road.  His hand encased hers for a few beats as if to reassure her.