The Outlaw's Dirty Dancer (7 page)

“I’m not a good male, Darra, not in any sense of the word, and not because you look at me and that is what you want to see.” Their lips were no longer touching, but she was still so close to him that the feel of his warm, humid breath, smelling slightly of hops, brushed along her mouth. “I’ve killed people. They were bad people, but that doesn’t mean that taking a life isn’t a notch in my already dark soul.” He ran his hands along her back, but then he was holding onto her waist and lifting him off of her. He reached out and pulled one of the spare chairs over. “Sit down, Darra, and let me get this shit over with.” She took the seat and watched him. He leaned forward with his forearms resting on his thighs and stared at her. “When I was a kid my dad used to beat me. He was a drunk, liked to use his kid as a punching bag, and maybe that’s the reason I am the way I am.”

“And what way is that?” Yeah, he had told her that he saw himself as this bad, evil man, and she had no doubts that his demons controlled a lot of what he did, but she also knew there was a good and protective side of him. She wanted to hold him, because she knew what it was like to feel the way he felt, to have this raw anger and pain inside that were strong enough to drag someone under if they couldn’t fight it. A beat of silence passed, but before he could answer there was a knock on the door and the waitress was coming through with their food. Darra didn’t move, and neither did Brick as the waitress set their plates in front of them.

When she left Brick cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. “My real name is Dillon Stein. I got this scar from the former President of a rival club.” He ran his finger along the scar. “To answer your question, I enjoy killing, enjoy having blood on my hands, but only from those that truly deserve it.” His stare was unwavering. “Not only did my dad like to beat me, but he also liked to watch as the women he brought home to fuck touched me.”

Tears threatened to spill form her, but she wouldn’t cry, because she knew Brick didn’t need to see that right now.

“I killed my bastard of a father when I was only sixteen years old, and it felt damn good doing it, too. I watched him bleed out from when I ran the blade across his throat.”

Her heart was beating so hard she thought it would burst right through her chest.

“So, you see when I tell you I am not a good man, I am an animal in every sense of the word, and not only do I like to inflict pain on my enemies, but I also like to inflict pain on the females I fuck.”

Darra tried not to show any emotion, because she knew his bluntness was a defense mechanism, and that he was trying to stun her into realizing that he really was a bad man. “When you say pain on the women you—”

“It means exactly what it sounds like,
Darra
. But I don’t give pain to hurt, but to bring pleasure.” He rested his arm on the table, and drummed his fingers on top. “If you knew the things I want to do to you, I don’t think you’d be sitting there before me.” If they were the things she had thought of doing with him, then surely they couldn’t be that bad. “Maybe the constant beatings I received from my father and the molestation from his whores made me into the monster you see. But I stopped trying to figure out why I am this way. I like that I am this man, that I can hurt someone and feel no remorse because of it.” He just kept talking, almost like his wall of steel had finally come down and there was no way of him stopping the rush of words from spilling forth. “I ran after my father died at my feet, and my adolescent years were filled with fighting guys twice my age and size for the sole purpose of seeing them hurt, and of sleeping in abandoned buildings and under bridges. Over time I became nothing more than a machine that preformed its duty, fucked when my bear needed release, and killed because it helped tame this wild energy inside of me, and this volatile life force that will never let me go.”

Suddenly the room chilled, and she shivered.

“I will never be a soft and gentle male, never be the one to sit back and let his female go without knowing where she is. And when it comes to you I am possessive, territorial, and will fuck up anyone that tries to get in the way of that, Darra.” He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and she knew it was because he wanted his words to sink in. “But for as much as I want you, I will also not hold you against your will. I wanted to tell you who I really am, and let you make the choice as to if you want me in your life or not.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Brick.” She reached out to touch him, but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

He shook his head. “I don’t want your sympathy. I just want
you
.” He held onto her arm, and stroked his finger along her pulse point that she knew was beating fast and hard in her wrist. “You should be afraid, Darra, you should be really fucking afraid of me. The MC is my life, and death is what keeps my heart beating. The blood that I spill makes me hard, and I will always be this way. I will
never
not
want this, and I need you to know that, and not accept anything that can never be, or think that over time I can change.”

Why didn’t tell her any of this before he busted down her door and started making all of this demands on wanting her?
He didn’t want to scare you away.
She had made up her mind on what she wanted, and she was going to take it, their pasts
be
damned.

Without dwelling on what she had told him, or what he had told her, Darra stood. By the way he flared his nostrils he might have thought she was leaving. No doubt he could smell the determination coming from her, but she was determined to do something, but it wasn’t leave. She took a step closer, and a low sound left him. She wasn’t hungry for food, wasn’t hungry for feeling anything aside from his hands on hers, his teeth on her body, and his cock between her thighs. She may have had a broken life, but she wasn’t a ruined woman because of it. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to start this, but it was happening regardless. She took one more step forward until she could feel his knees against her thighs. “I think we both need to forget about all of this, Brick.” She leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders, and the feel of her shirt gaping open, and that he glanced down and could most likely see the swells of her breasts rising over her bra wasn’t lost on her. “I have moved on in my life, left the past behind me, and only want to focus on what is in front of me.” She slid her hands over his shoulders, up his neck, and would have tangled her hands in his hair if it had been long enough.

“I have something very bad inside of me, Darra.” He said this low, but his eyes were still on her nearly exposed breasts.

“We all have something very bad inside of us, Brick. The only thing we can do is not let it out at the wrong times.” She leaned forward and took
his
mouth this time, but she wasn’t easy in her kiss, wasn’t soft or gentle. They didn’t need sweet tonight, but brutal and consuming, and something that would make their pain numb, even if only for this short time.

Chapter Seven

Brick slammed Darra against the wall of his apartment and took her mouth in an all-consuming kiss. They had left dinner behind at the bar. After the kiss she had given him, and her words of how they needed tonight to forget about the pain and their past, Brick had taken her back to his place.

He speared his hands in her hair, tugged at the strands hard enough that she was forced to tilt her head back and accept his hard kiss. But she gave as good as she took, and the sting of pain from her biting his tongue and lips, and the burn of her nails digging into the bare flesh of his biceps, had his cock getting so damn hard that it hurt. He groaned against her mouth, and a grunt left him when she bit him hard enough that the metallic flavor of his blood slammed along his tongue. He pulled back, and took in the sight of her mouth. Her lips were parted, swollen and lightly colored with his blood. He leaned in and swiped his tongue along the bottom swell of her lips to lick it off.

“I should go slow and easy with you.”

She was shaking her head before he even finished talking. “I don’t want slow and easy. I want it rough and hard, and I want to feel like I am the only one for you. I want my memories to be consumed by the sight, smell, and feel of
you
.” She leaned in this time and tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth. “I want to forget about everything that doesn’t concern what is happening right now.” She pulled back, and the hard look in her eyes told Brick that his female was strong. “I want to replace my nightmares with memories of you. Can you give me that, Brick?”

They were both breathing hard and fast. He moved away only long enough to reach behind her, curve his hands under the crease of her ass, and lift her so she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist. But he wanted her naked, now, and under him on his bed.

Brick turned around and strode down the hallway and toward his room. Once inside he slammed the door closed with his foot and set her on the ground. His bear wanted out, paced back and forth, clawed at his insides, and needed to feel Darra to writhe beneath them. He was a hungry bastard, but the only thing that would sate his appetite was her. He was about to fucking
have
her in every way imaginable. But before he could even tell her to take her clothes off, she was stepping up to him and pulling off his cut. Before it fell to the ground he grabbed it and set it on the dresser. Then she went to work on his shirt, and as much as he wanted to rip their fucking clothes off and plunge his cock right into the hot depth of her pussy, he let her take this one moment of control. And that was all it would be, because once they were naked and she was on his bed, Brick was going to devour her.

Once his shirt was off she grabbed onto his biceps and turned him around. Brick was curious to see what she was going to do, but when he sat on the bed and she started undressing, he didn’t give a shit about anything else but seeing his female naked. She wore nothing but a G-string and a lacy transparent bra, and fuck, was she hot. The curves on her went on for miles. He grew harder at the fact she wasn’t skin and bone like every other stripper at
Summer’s
, or the club pussy that hung around the MC. But she didn’t come to him like he desperately needed her to. Instead, she went over to the clock radio on his bedside table and turned it to a song that was slow and sexual. When she was back in front of him it took all of his control not to reach out and end this teasing bullshit.

“I think now might be a good time to talk about you working at
Summer’s
.”

She started swaying her hips and sliding her hands over her hair until she had a thick chunk lifted off each of her shoulders. “Do you really want to talk about that at a time like this?” She still had her eyes closed, but turned so her back was to him, bent at the waist, and grabbed her ankles. “Or would you rather me give you this private show?” She reached behind her, slipped her fingers under the elastic of her G-string, and slowly pulled it down, but not all the way off.

The lights were off, but his vision was heightened due to his animal, and the sight of her glossy pussy lips being revealed had him reaching down and covering his cock with his hand. The pressure in his balls was intense, and he swore that he could come just from the sight of her like this. His resistance slipped, and the smell of her sweet, wet cunt filling his nose made his dick so stiff he wanted to pound into her so fucking hard they collapsed in exhaustion when it was all said and done.

He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close enough that he could bury his face between her thighs. He placed a hand on the center of her back and made sure she stayed bent forward. All bets were off, because the first swipe of his tongue along her pussy lips had her juices spilling along his tongue. Curling one of his hands in her
thighs,
and moving the other to the flimsy string of her panties, he tore those bitches the rest of the way off. His bear was now at the surface, growling, snapping, and tearing to have Brick shift fully, but he wasn’t about to let go of her. Brick licked her a few more times, memorized the scent and taste of her, and forced himself away from the saccharine flavor of her pussy. He rose up, held onto her hips until she tightened on her own, and turned and pushed her to the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, Darra.” Even he could hear the animal-like quality in his voice, but there was no trying to stop his bear form emerging.

She panted but made no complaints as she moved into the position he wanted her in. In a matter of seconds he tore his pants free, grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand—for when he fucked her sweet ass, which he would be doing tonight—and grabbed a condom. He had that motherfucker on in record time, but then again he was about to come just from looking at her ass all popped out in the air. The fucker looked big and round, and so damn juicy that he didn’t stop himself from getting onto the bed and moving his hands over the creamy globes.

“Your ass was made for fucking, Darra.” He leaned forward, ran his lips along the left cheek, and then did the same to the right. She didn’t answer, but the small moan she made, and the way she bunched the sheets in her hands told him she liked his words well enough. “I’m going to lick your pussy until you almost come, baby, but I’m not going to let you. You’ll get off when I say you will, and that is when I have every inch of my cock deep inside of your cunt, and my fingers in your ass.” Brick needed this, needed to be inside of her. He needed to claim her, mark her, and have her by his side to help bring some light into his dark, hollow world. She wanted it brutal and angry, fierce and consuming, and he was going to make sure he gave her all of that and more.

“God.”
That one word was a breathy moan from her.

“And when you’ve come all over my dick, got me all nice and soaked from your pussy cream, I’m going to fuck your ass, Darra, and just use all of that wetness to slide deep inside of you until there isn’t an inch of you I am not touching.” He moved his mouth over the small of her back, along the line of her spine, and up to the back of her neck. She didn’t make a noise aside from the pants of pleasure that came from her, and when he felt her lift her ass and grind it into his cock, well then he knew it was time to taste that sweet fucking pussy again until she was begging him to finally take her.

Spearing his hand in the back of her hair, tangling his fingers around the thick strands, and pulling her head back so her throat was arched, he bit her shoulder and tried to hold off on doing a hell of a lot more than that to her. He didn’t want to hurt her, but then again she wanted it rough, hard, and deep enough that she forgot about everything except this moment right now. Fuck, Brick was going to claim her hard enough that she forgot her name. He pulled on the strands harder, loved when she cried out in pleasure and pain, and pressed his teeth more firmly into the smooth, soft flesh of where her neck met her shoulder. “This is what you wanted, baby?”

She made a small noise.

“You wanted the pain of my hands and teeth, but also the pleasure they could bring?” He didn’t lessen his hold on her hair when he moved his other hand down to take hold of one of her ass cheeks. Brick gripped the big, spongy flesh, wanting to leave his mark on her flesh so all fucking males would know that she was his. This powerful need inside of him to make it known she was his was like a freight train in him, moving fast and then derailing. There was no doubt he’d fuck up anyone that messed with her, especially if they tried to take her away from him.

Brick moved down her body in the same manner he had going up, and when he reached her bottom he spread the cheeks wide, took in the sight of her juicy looking pussy and the tight hole of her anus. But Brick started teasing her pussy with his mouth instead of devouring her asshole like he desperately wanted to. He flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her cleft, and then sucked her clit into his mouth until she was thrusting her pussy on her face, grinding herself against him like she wanted him to fuck her hardcore, and he wasn’t about to deny his female. But he waited until she begged him to let her come.

“Brick, oh God, please, Brick. I need this. Please stop torturing me.”

He grinned against her swollen, damp flesh, and licked her several more times. But as much as he should pull away, he couldn’t. Taking hold of her soft skin between his teeth, he tugged for only a few seconds before returning to her clit and sucking harder until she started up with her begging once more. That was when he moved away from her pussy, up the slender line between the cheeks of her ass, and licked her asshole over and over again. Brick grunted at the taste of her. He smelled the soap she had used in her shower, scented the flowery lotion she had covered her skin with, and tasted the naturally sweet flavor that made her up bathe his tongue.

He dragged his tongue over that puckered flesh, pressed it inside until he felt her clench around him, and could have fucking come right there on the damn bed like a teenager. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he knew his hold on her ass cheeks was something fierce. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her, and although Brick had always been an ass man, had always loved licked and fucking that tight hole, this was so much different from any time before.
She
was so much different from any female before. He was going to own the fuck out of her, possess every single part of her body until there was no doubt in her mind that her cunt, ass, and the rest of her were only
his
to touch. Brick flattened his tongue along the tight hole, grunted against it, and then thrust it in once more. He pumped into her bottom over and over again until he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting against the mattress. He dry-humped the damn mattress like some kind of adolescent, and knew that he had to have her now. There was no more time for foreplay. He was going to fuck his girl, and he was going to do it hard enough to make them both forget about all the ugly shit they had endured in their lives.