7. Down Time （Hannah）

7

Down Time (Hannah)

I sat at the counter with my laptop and a thermos of sweet tea, ready to pour it across the keyboard and then chuck the fucking thing out the window.

My latest attempt at patching the app wasn't working. Of course, that meant the Sicilian's had their dicks hanging out. Ready for anyone with too much curiosity and a computer science degree to stumble upon. And if Dom and his bastards had their pants down, then so did I, in more ways than one.

Closing my eyes, I pressed my face into my hands, trying to stop the raw headache banging my temples numb. I'd barely processed what a complete disaster the last twenty-four hours had been.

So, when the doorbell rang, patching me through to the intercom at the gate, I nearly screamed into it. If it was some door-to-door marketer, I swore I'd...

“Hannah? Let me in.” No, Dusty's voice told me a simple marketer would've been far too easy.

“What do you want?” I asked, punching the button for the kitchen intercom. “Can't believe you're here after what went down yesterday. ”

“Believe it, darlin'. I want to talk.”

I looked over my shoulder, staring sadly at the work I didn't know how to finish. My rebellious fingers hit the gate's button, letting him in. I walked outside just in time to hear his loud, familiar engine rumbling toward me.

Dusty never failed to make a good impression. Even when he was the last person I wanted to see, save Dom, the bastard looked magnificent. He switched off his bike, jerking his helmet away, throwing one leg over the Harley to come meet me.

I let myself take a good, long look – the last pleasure I was bound to have before he dropped more problems in my lap.

Mister Bad Boy Give-No-Fucks incarnate.

The man I'd nearly given up my V-card to yesterday, and still wanted at some strange primal level. The beauty, the beast, the grey eyed devil who painted my skin bright red whenever he got too close, or drilled his gaze into mine.

I leaned on the door frame, squeezing my legs together. “You'd better tell me what's up, Dust. I'm not in the mood for any games.”

“Ain't just Firefly who found out about us yesterday,” he growled. His hand flew up above mine and slapped the wall, his huge body towering over me, eclipsing us in his shadow. “The whole club thinks we're fuckin', Hannah.”

The whole club?

Sweet baby Jesus. My heart nosedived into my belly, scattering the butterflies he'd summoned as soon as his bike pulled up .

“God. Are they angry like Firefly? I tried to call, late last night, but he wouldn't answer. Cora told me his phone was shut off, and he'd need some time to cool down.”

“That's exactly what I'm giving everybody. Time. Me and him, we'll settle soon, face-to-fuckin'-face. As for everybody else, no, nobody gives a damn. Trouble is, this thing between us, whatever the fuck it is...just caused me to lie to my boys. If there's one thing I've been doing lately that turns my stomach, it's that.”

I shook my head, trying to follow him. “And so...what? You want me to lie to them too? Put on one of those PROPERTY OF DUST jackets like all the old ladies wear for their men, and pretend we're something we aren't?”

His face tensed, as if he was actually pondering it. That scared me more than anything else.

“Dusty!” I gently slapped his chest, bringing my hand back, wondering how hitting a human being could feel so much like driving my palm into a smooth, warm, immovable wall.

“I'm fuckin' with you, darlin'.” Taking me by the hand I'd just slapped him with, he led me inside, and we both sat down on the little love seat in the front room. “I'll be straight with you so we both know why I'm here, even though it's nuts.”

Great. More crazy.

I tilted my head, looking at him uncertainly, one eyebrow raised. “Just tell me. Enough with this drama. I know it tears you up, lying to your brothers. You don't need to do that with me. ”

“I'm tired of mincing words, Hannah. Tired of sputtering around 'cause I've got no rudder. Shit, after everything we've been through the past couple months, it's probably more than just the club who thinks we're something else. I'm done lying to the world, bullshitting my brothers, and I think you are too.”

“Then...what? You're sitting here, asking me for a favor...aren't you?” I asked, flicking my tongue nervously over my lips.

The tiny spark in his cool grey eyes looked hungrier than ever. His voice growled every word, edgier than when he was just mad or frustrated. This was on a new level, more than Dusty the tease, or the Deadly Pistols President.

No, he'd cut himself open, spilling out his heart.

“Yeah, darlin', I'm asking for honesty. Something I should've done that night I picked you up in Atlanta, and we shared that beat up little bed. Took me all fuckin' night to get to sleep with my cock straining in my pants. Had to lay on my own hands, just so they wouldn't drag you into me, take those tits in my palms, and start ripping away everything you wore to bed. Practically had to knock my ass out so I didn't stick my dick where it really belongs. Favor? Fuck that. I'm asking for what we've both been too scared to admit for too long.”

“Dusty...” I said his name softly, completely locked in his gaze. “Why didn't you tell me before? I didn't know you felt so strongly about –“

He never gave me a chance to finish. Strong, angry hands jerked me onto his lap, moving through my hair, exploring me like we'd only started yesterday.

I didn't think his lips could taste sweeter and burn with more lightning than the night before. But I hadn't kissed him when he'd lost his mind until now.

Dusty gave me everything. Held absolutely nothing back.

His lust, his need, his rage and confusion at everything he knew blowing out of control – they were there in every movement. His lips crashed over mine again and again, before he sucked my bottom lip, binding it to him with his teeth.

And I gave back.

I kissed him with my horror, my fear, my ache for everything he offered that went way past his lips. My teeth dug into his lips too, scratching my chin on his rough stubble. I let everything we'd suppressed for too fucking long possess me.

Push. Pull.

Teeth. Tongue.

Lips. Flesh. Sex.

His kisses came faster, harder. His cock ballooned beneath me, making me moan into his mouth. My hips rocked instinctively into his hard-on, seeing how long I could tease him before he threw me to the floor, tore off my skirt, and bent me over.

We didn't need to slow anything down. My virgin insecurities shattered, swept away in the blinding chaos of his kiss, his hand moving between my legs.

His fingers moved down, igniting about a thousand nerves along the way. He moved them straight up between my thighs, grunting while he pulled them apart, shoving my panties aside with his fingers.

“So fuckin' wet for me...so fuckin' sweet...I'm going to make you sit on my face, darlin'. Then I'm going to lick you into a damned coma.” Dust rubbed his fingers up and down my slick folds, giving me a fraction of everything he'd just promised.

Holy shit. I never said anything, and he didn't need me to.

My world shifted. I was in his arms a second later, thrown across his shoulder like a woman ready to be carried off and defiled.

God, I wanted to be.

He was right about one thing – this crazy, stupid dance between us had gone on for far too long.

He never asked where the bedroom was. He just took me upstairs, slowly carrying me, bringing the same stiff fingers he'd used in my pussy a few seconds ago to his mouth.

Tasting me because he couldn't even wait. There was no hiding the fact that I'd be devoured, and no, I couldn't wait.

Upstairs, he threw me down on the bed, crashing on top of me, pinning both my hands with one of his. The other, he placed on my breast, teasing me more as we kissed, losing ourselves in the slow boiling bliss.

“Stand up, woman,” he ordered, pulling me up when he'd had enough from my lips.

I complied, my knees shaking as I did. His arms wrapped around me, drawing me in closer, his hands going down my back until they landed on my ass. He took my cheeks in his hand and squeezed, growling his desire.

“Fuck, you feel good, inside and out.”

“You've barely tried the inside part yet,” I said, wondering if I'd wind up getting spanked on top of everything else. Maybe I secretly wanted it.

“Believe me, darlin', I'm way past ready to own every fuckin' inch of you.” Those words were his last before he started tearing at my clothes.

And I meant destroying them. If it wasn't for the huge wardrobe I'd accumulated since my intern days in Seattle, I might've been pissed. But anger wasn't anywhere on the agenda, not when Dusty's freaking hands ripped through my skirt and shredded my blouse, sending stray buttons everywhere.

I stepped out of the mess, almost naked before him. He kissed down my shoulder, taking me in his arms again, his fingers gliding toward my waistband. One jerk of his hands sent my panties halfway down my legs, and my bra came with it, the strap breaking with a loud snap from his savage pull.

“Don't be scared, darlin'. I want you so fuckin' bad it hurts, but I'm gonna make you feel better than any man ever has.”

“Any man?” I whispered.

Yeah. About that virgin thing...

Approaching that subject with the huge, overbearing biker I'd crushed on since forever didn't seem like a realistic possibility .

But Dusty stopped, pushing my hair over my ear, tilting my face until we looked at each other. “What the fuck you mean, beautiful? You must've done this a thousand times before, same as me.”

I shook my head. Could a woman faint from too much blood going straight to her cheeks?

“Bull. Fuckin'. Shit,” he growled, fisting my hair slowly, his gaze on me tightening. “We can fuck in the open, Hannah. You don't have to put me on. I ain't standing here and believing you're a damned...”

His eyes widened and his lips twitched. Two distinct, awe struck signs he couldn't believe what he wanted to say.

“Virgin?” I said, somehow finding my ability to speak. “Yes, Dusty. I am.”

His fist in my hair tightened. Pulling, stretching, tangling everything around his fingers until it burned in the roots. He studied me closely, searching for any sign I'd lied to his face.

“Fuck, it's true, ain't it?” he growled, shaking his head, closing his crazed grey eyes for a lengthy second. “You're sure you wanna give this up to me, darlin'? Whatever the hell happens between us after tonight, you'll remember this forever, being your first. ”

“Yes,” I whispered harshly, pushing my fingertips into his wild, inked chest. His muscles flexed beneath his shirt, calling for my nails, urging me to mark him the same way he'd surely do to me. “I want you. You're the first man in a long time I've even thought about going to bed with. Take me. Fuck me. Anything and everything you want, just for tonight. And after that...we'll see.”

His eyes narrowed, and he brought his lips to mine in a slower, fierier kiss. “I'm the luckiest motherfucker in the world to hear you say that, darlin'. Not just because you've got a special way of making my dick throb like mad. Couldn't walk away from this if I tried.”

Pausing, he buried me in another kiss, his hand edging down my naked body. His fingers plunged down, stopped at my inner thigh, and then worked their way up. He cupped my pussy rough, and squeezed, pressing his thumb into my clit.

Moaning wasn't optional. It came pouring out, a breathless sizzle, like he was the only man in the world who knew where to find the switch that turned me on and took me away from hell.

“Fuck, I need you, baby girl. Need to suck you. Need to fuck you. Need to bury this dick to the hilt, every fuckin' inch, and shoot everything I've got into you 'til I'm empty and screaming for more.”

“Dusty, yes!” I whispered, squirming against his hand again.

Wait, not squirming.

Flat out fucking his fingers, my hips grinding into him, begging for the sweet release only he could give me just then.

Dusty didn't wait. He picked me up, slammed us both on the bed, shifting positions until I straddled his massive body. Those steel colored gems in his head locked onto my eyes, hotter than twin suns .

I wriggled self-consciously, that space between my legs almost on his face. So vulnerable, so horny, and so fucking wet for anything he offered.

“Keep still. If I gotta force your legs apart when I go to town, don't you doubt for a fuckin' second I will, darlin'.”

There wasn't any doubting his promise. Dust's fingers sank into my thighs, holding me open, his eyes never leaving mine as he moved his face into me.

One lick. One beautiful, searing, suffocating stroke of his tongue.

My pussy tingled. My brain spun in an endless loop of desire, caving in on itself, surrendering to the promise that I'd be coming on his rugged face.

His first licks were slow, teasing me when I wish he'd bring it home. He knew what he was doing, though, and the warm up paid off about a minute later.

The fireball in my belly was going to explode, ripping me in two.

Lust conquered my veins one lick at a time, electrifying my blood, a raging wave that touched every part of me.

Dusty growled between my legs, licking harder, tongue-fucking me a little deeper each time. Then his focus moved to my clit. I started to shake, screaming as he brought me over the edge.

“Dusty, Dusty...oh, fuck. Yes!” I cried out, wrapping my hands around his head, every muscle in my legs quaking as my orgasm burst free.

Coming!

I pinched my eyes shut, letting them roll in the mad white ecstasy he'd thrown me into. When my legs strained, trying to flutter shut, he growled louder, held my seizing muscles in his hands.

This greedy, wonderful bastard was determined to milk every last ounce of pleasure from me.

And I gave it to him, I gave it all, coming harder than I ever had.

“Don't ever stop screaming my name,” he said, after I'd finally stopped coming. “I want to hear it on your lips every time we're fuckin', darlin'. Tell the whole world who's making your pussy cream. You tell 'em, babe, and never, ever ever stop.”

He lifted himself up, pressing his forehead to mine. Those stony grey eyes I'd lost my panties for bored into mine, offering a thousand more possibilities he wanted to do to me tonight.

Hell, maybe several nights. More nights than I ever imagined, if I kept my shield down, and gave up what was his whenever he wanted.

Growling, Dusty took me by the throat, his gentle fingers pressing into my neckline. “A virgin...an honest to God fuckin' virgin...you're like an empty canvass, Hannah. And I'm gonna paint it beautiful. Gonna give it to you slow and hard, make you explode and see stars. All the sweet colors a woman ought to learn.”

I nodded, my skin moving softly against his grip. Slowly, I eased my legs open again, unable to stop my hips from rocking gently back and forth.

This want went full primal. He drew in a deep breath, smelling the sex and pheromones swirling around the room. He stood up, lifting off the end of the bed, and began pulling off his clothes.

I watched in stunned silence.

First, his cut, then the t-shirt underneath stamped with the Deadly Pistols logo, rolling over his head. The fearsome ink underneath on his big, bare chest put the shirt to shame, works of art I'd admired before when he'd been shirtless, but hadn't had the audacity to touch until tonight.

I sat up, placing one hand against his chest while he worked his belt, letting my fingers freely trace his rock hard edges and ripples for the first time.

His abs were all muscle, but they'd been carved rough. Not in some gym like most men chasing the Hercules physique, but by a hard life of work, danger, and yes, sex.

Every powerful square inch of flesh attached to his bones was made riding, running, fucking, fighting, maybe even killing.

Dusty's belt dropped to the floor as he opened his fly, pushing his jeans down to the lonely boots at his feet. I'd never seen beneath his boxers before, but I'd felt the insane cock bulging there many times.

Licking my lips, I pushed my hand to the magnificent bulge throbbing between his legs, only concealed by a thin layer of fabric. I looked up, and his eyes met mine, brighter than ever before.

“Need to see my cock in your sassy little mouth, darlin',” he growled, running one hand through my hair. “Take it out. Stroke it. Suck it. Show me everything you've wanted to do to a man since you were old enough to wonder.”

His open invitation caused me to stiffen, close my eyes for a split second, and let the shudder of excitement run through me. Sweet fuck.

My fingers tightened, molding to the huge, angry shape underneath his boxers. I put my other hand against his waistband, and slowly began to pull.

I barely moved his boxers several inches down his thighs before his full, raging hardness sprang out, hot and alive in my hand. I'd seen my share of dicks online, and this one was huge. Not just long, perfect for stroking deep, but thick.

He must've been half as wide as my fist, a crude reality that painted my cheeks red before I started trying to rolling my hand down his wild, tempting length. Dust growled, pushing his boxers down further, closing his fingers around mine.

“Just like that, babe. Stroke it hard. Get rough. Put your fuckin' tongue against my balls.” His orders made me hot, wet, and everything in between.

I had to focus. Fighting the lust storm in my blood, I looked at him one last time before I stroked down to his base, and moved my lips down to kiss his most sacred part.

Starting low, I worked my way up, allowing him to take away his hand while I dragged my mouth up his cock, starting with his balls. He tasted like earth and masculinity distilled, his scent filling my lungs. I breathed pure Dusty, the gorgeous bastard who'd officially driven me out of my mind.

When I reached the crown of his cock, I pulled my lips apart, dragging my tongue around the edges.

“Fuck! Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby girl, just like that. Be creative.” He stiffened, and his whole body rumbled from the thrill.

When I moved my lips over his swollen, pulsing head, that tremble in his throat became constant thunder. He went full animal, pushing his hand gently behind my head, slowly guiding my movements. Somehow, he kept his composure, his control, held back on the need I knew he had to ram my face down on his cock in quicker, angrier waves.

And I'd changed, too. One taste of that hot, sticky, pearly liquid flowing across my tongue from his tip, and the craving I'd had before became ten times stronger.

I wanted to make him lose it. Wanted to push him over the edge like he'd done to me, gliding my hungry, plump lips up and down in a frenzy, until he shuddered, shattered, and erupted.

I had to taste his come. Needed it to come out in a rush, thick and fiery, flooding my mouth and spilling out all over me.

It couldn't get crazier than this.

There I was at the edge of the bed, sucking off my big brother's boss and his best friend, moving my free hand between my legs. When Dusty looked out from his bliss and saw me playing with my clit while I took him in my mouth, his eyes went wide.

“Fuck me senseless. You're that insatiable, darlin'?”

He had no idea. I tried not to smile, pushing my face down harder, making him forget all about anything I was doing except trying to suck every last drop from his balls.

“Shit!” Dust stiffened again, his hand in my hair pulling tighter on my locks. “I'm gonna fuck you like I never fucked any pussy after this. Gonna bend you over, beautiful. Slap your sweet ass raw, beat my balls against your greedy little clit 'til your cunt drains every drop. Fuck you like you've been craving for years, Hannah.”

Yes, yes, yes, and please. My hand moved faster, and I moaned on his cock, moving my lips faster.

His dirty words were driving us both over the edge. I hadn't even given up my cherry yet, and it scared me to think how good it might feel when his cock left my mouth and found its way between my legs.

“Goddamn, you're a natural,” he growled, putting his other hand against my shoulder, pushing his fingers deep into my skin. “Don't fuckin' stop, Hannah. Not for anything. ”

Anything, huh? That was what I'd give him with my mouth, my breasts, my aching, creaming, virgin pussy, about to go into convulsions as I fucked my fingers again.

He was going over the cliff, and I'd surely follow. Both of us blown over, just as soon as he let go, and –

“Good goddamn, woman, here we fuckin' go! Coming. ”

His cock swelled to nearly twice its size. I tried to focus, prepare myself for the hot, seething flood about to pour into me, but it all went to pieces when that fire I'd been kindling between my legs exploded.

We came together .

Loud. Grunting. Moaning. Messy.

Somehow, I kept bobbing my lips up and down his cock, driving my tongue into that little spot below his cock's crown that made him jerk and thrash like a bull in rut. He filled me, shooting his essence into my mouth.

It was hot, salty, and so divine I came unraveled again and again. My pussy burned against my fingers, each twitch deep inside me turning my blood to lava.

Dusty's come spilled out, streaming down both sides of my lips, then flowing lower. When the frenzy finally ended and I took him out of my mouth, I was wearing a warm, sexual necklace above my breasts that threatened to get me wet all over again.

“Down,” he growled, taking me by the shoulders and pinning me to the bed. “I ain't done yet. You're a lucky woman.”

“Why's that?” I asked softly, smiling when his stubble grazed my cheek. “Seems to me you're the lucky one, Dusty, coming like a bandit all over me.”

“Yeah, and you're fuckin' beautiful, wearing my seed. 'Bout half as pretty as you'll look when I've pumped my load inside you, and watched it pour out that greedy little pussy.” He paused, running two fingers against my folds, still slick and ready for him. “You really wanna know? You're lucky because I don't even need a minute's rest to fuck you into outer space. You've got me hard as a goddamned rock after comin' in your sweet little mouth, darlin', and that's really somethin'.”

New tingles ran through my pussy, crawling into my legs, which slowly opened for his huge, powerful body. “I don't know about this luck, Dusty. I think you'd better show me so I understand. I'm a virgin, after all.”

I smiled sweetly. It was either play the part with a grin plastered to my hot, red face, or else let the nerves and awkwardness consume me.

Was that even possible with him, though? This all felt natural. So good, so right, so powerful, it unsettled me deep down inside.

But I didn't have long to dwell on it when he began kissing my throat. Dust's lips ran low, down to my nipples, growling the whole way. He sucked them slowly, needling them with his teeth and fingers, taking his time to warm me up before I realized I was moaning, grinding my pussy into his knee.

“Beg,” he said, one simple word when he finally came up.

“What?”

“You heard me, darlin'.” He smiled, quickly reaching behind my head and fisting my hair, leaning back so I could see his swollen cock pulsing, dangerously close to my pussy, eager to deflower me. Metal crinkled in his hand, a condom leaving its packet, before rolling over his relentless hard-on.

“I ain't taking this pussy 'til I hear the magic word. That was part of the deal we made, the one that said this beautiful thing won't go all the way 'til you tell me you're ready.”

Unbelievable. I didn't know how he could stand it, remembering that stupid, flirtatious dance between us that seemed like a million years ago .

If my lust didn't have my pride on a leash, I would've balked. Instead, I grabbed his big arm with both hands, digging my fingernails in. I ran my legs up and down on his, loving how his hard muscle and tiny, manly hairs prickled my skin.

“Fuck me, Dusty. Please.”

“Pretty please?” he offered, that wicked smirk on his lips growing wider. “No, I think 'please, sir,' has an awful nice ring to it.”

He was teasing me now. Angrily, I quickened my strokes, tempting him to ravage every inch of me, wondering if there was any other way to make him lose control.

“You're...you're insane,” I sputtered, the heat raging in my veins making it hard to form new words. “Do you know how bad I've wanted this? How long? How much I still wanted it, even after my fucking brother burst in and saw us tangled up? Dusty, I want every inch of you inside me, taking what's been yours for longer than I care to admit. So, pretty fucking please with a bright red cherry on top. Please, Dusty, please. Fuck me.”

Heat braised my cheeks, nexus points for the frustration, desire, and filthy words shaming the sheltered little girl inside me. She was what I tried my hardest to bury tonight. The side of me that didn't fit anymore.

Not with this beautiful man, or the devils I ran away from.

Tonight, I wanted to be woman, and nothing else. Just the bride, the whore, the mistress who took the world's boot on her ass, and then gave it back harder.

I wanted to fuck this man so hard I forgot everything.

Fuck him with all the love and hate and confusion building up inside me. Make him fuck me until we could both pretend we were safe, happy, and completely care free, even if the illusion would fade as quick as the moon once morning came.

Dusty took a good, long look at me. Tempting me for the thousandth time with his hard grey eyes.

“You're better than most pros at sucking cock, and you beg like a woman who's about to have her cherry taken should. Almost makes me wanna slide off this bed, get my clothes, and walk the fuck away.”

What? He had to be joking. My eyes narrowed, staring into his, totally ready to send my fists flying if he was fucking serious.

“You can't,” I said, locking my calves around his, wishing I were ten times stronger to force him into me.

His gaze deepened. Bringing one hand down to his cock, he fisted it, rolling the thick head against my entrance. He held it there in a delicious torment, a physical symbol of the line we were both afraid to cross.

“Don't worry, darlin'. Condom's on. If I walked away now, I'd drive my fuckin' bike into the nearest ravine once I realized what sweet, tight, fuckable pussy I'd passed up. I ain't going nowhere,” he growled, tangling his fingers deeper into my hair, leaning over me, ready for a kiss. “I'm done teasing. I'm taking what's mine because I can't leave this life 'til I find out what your sweet cunt feels like when it's coming wrapped around me. Find out how much louder you can scream my name. I wanted to walk the fuck away because part of me wishes I could keep you like this forever, darlin'. Forever pure, hungry, ready to give it up. Thankfully for both of us, there's a much, much bigger part of me that's ready to make sure my dick's the first and last you'll ever have.”

First and last? He said it, and there wasn't a spare second to think what that meant once he sunk into me.

Dusty thrust hard, but sudden. He went slowly, grunting as his cock worked in, making me grind my hips through the curious blend of pleasure and pain brandishing every nerve I had with fire.

“Oh, darlin', you're tight,” he said, stopping for a second when he'd finally pushed in as far as he could. “Why'd it take me so long to realize you've been hiding a fuckin' thief between your thighs?”

I smiled, pushing through the burn, bending my hips into him. He growled again, this time an octave lower, rougher and primal.

“Your cunt's gonna rob me blind, baby girl. Not before I steal all the pleasure I can by fuckin' you breathless.”

He was as good as his promise. His hips started pumping slowly, pulling back and crashing into mine, each time a little harder. I rode the storm, biting my lower lip a little harder between his kisses, the only thing I could do to steel myself against the explosion he primed in my womb.

Hurricane Dusty tossed me around the bed until my expensive, imported mattress creaked and rocked beneath us like a cheap cot. He was wind and lightning, and I surrendered to the beautiful chaos formed by his muscles, his thunder, his take-no-fucks tattoos scrawled over every spare inch of his skin.

His cock gave, and I took everything it offered. I let it sink into me, tear through the faint remnant of womanhood I'd kept up as a wall against any man for twenty-three years, and plunge to places I'd always reserved for my prince.

Had I found him in this panting, groaning, growling mess we'd become together? Was Dusty the man I'd waited for most of my adult life, the one I told myself I deserved after I dragged myself up from that dark, dirty place where I was born and raised?

Tonight, he was. I didn't think this could last, not with a man as hard and experienced as him who lived freedom like a daily prayer.

Maybe it would end the second he decided he had his fill. After he'd finished tearing at my hair, stamping his furious lips against my throat, manhandling my breasts, and snarling his filthy, sexy pleasure into my ear.

None of it mattered when he was balls deep. I'd found my prince tonight, the greatest fuck of my life. My heart didn't need magic because his dick was enough.

Dusty pressed his teeth against my ear, breathing heavy as he fucked me harder. “Give it the fuck up, beautiful. I know you're fighting it. Fighting through the pain of my dick stretching you to fit. Fighting me because you're afraid I'll think you're something less if you explode on my balls so hard you soak the fuckin' sheets. ”

“Dusty...” I moaned into his palm, suddenly gripping my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I want to, I want to –“

“Fuck, yeah, you do. And you're gonna let your pussy do what it does best. Come for me, Hannah. Come so fuckin' hard the only thing left on your mind is when this dick's bringing you off again.”

Holy shit. He'd gotten a little rougher with every stroke, a little more controlling. That meant a whole lot sexier in some strange, twisted sense I'd only started understanding.

Whatever he was, he seized my body like mad. I arched my back, threw my full weight into him, and rode his cock, taking his thrusts without holding back, even when they shook me down to the bone.

Dusty reared up, fucking me faster, harder, grinding his pubic bone into my clit. He lifted my ass with his free hand, tangling my hair in one fist with the other, throwing his full weight into it.

He railed my whole body, and I loved it.

Loved it so fucking much I couldn't hold back. Dom and his demons died with the ones inside me when the spine-tingling pleasure surged, overloading me, bringing every sense I had to ruin, save one.

Coming? No, this was more.

This was a full body, brain shattering supernova, a climax so intense it sent shades of red searing through me. I never understood how he held on, fucking me straight through it, slamming his cock in faster and harder while my pussy convulsed around every inch of him .

Dusty did, though. He brought me home. Carried me deep into myself and back to him again, down the places where life and death intertwined, and only our bodies could speak in a language that made any sense.

Our flesh must've written an entire volume in the next hour. My first climax blurred into the next, when he flipped me over, spread my legs, and mounted me from behind.

His muscles bulged, his breathing grew more ragged with every stroke. He wanted to give it up, but he wouldn't yet, not until he'd owned every inch of me several times over.

And every part of me cried out for more, a complete slave to his body for the night, hopefully the first of many.

“You're so fuckin' beautiful when you let go, darlin,” he growled softly, reaching around my thigh for my clit. “I don't want to miss you going off again when I give you my come.”

“Do it!” The words came out in a savage, breathless plea that almost seemed like they were spoken by someone else. “Please, Dusty. Please.”

“Fuck, Hannah.” His thrusts quickened, slamming his full weight against my ass as he went deep, his balls swinging up to slap my skin softly each time he did. “What the fuck you doing to me, woman? You're driving me outta my goddamned mind.. Like nobody ever has.”

He'd let the frenzy overwhelm him. I shouldn't have let myself read anything into those mad, sweet words spoken in the blinding place before he exploded.

But I did. Damn it, I let myself believe him, let my heart swing happily in my chest behind my breasts, rocking like mad. His fist in my hair jerked me up, and his hand came down on my ass, a single fiery clap sending me over the edge again.

My pussy came on his cock so hard I screamed, the best way I'd ever lost my voice. This time, it was enough to bring him with it.

Grunting, growling, thrusting like an engine designed to fuck me into oblivion, Dusty added his pleasure to mine. He came, his cock swelling deep inside me, slamming to a halt just short of my womb as his pleasure ripped through him.

“Fuckin' shit, babe, I'm –“

“Coming!” I finished for him.

Just a split second before we finished together, losing ourselves speechless in the hot, bright parade sweeping over us. Flesh, blood, and lightning gave us better words than any we could say for the next several minutes.

We let our bodies speak the secrets our hearts still weren't ready to give up.

“You're going on the pill or whatever works best, darlin'. Next time we fuck, I want everything going in you, soaking the sheets when we're done. Only way it should be.” Dust laid next to me, his big arms wrapped around me, resting my head on his wide chest.

“So there's going to be a next time?” I mused, slowly running my fingers down his body. Just like admiring a statue, some fine piece of art that had somehow tumbled into my bed and come to life.

Dusty's face tensed, as if he knew he'd said too much. “You're breaking all the damned rules. You know that, babe?”

“I expect it,” I said, smiling at the stern, sexy confusion clouding his face. “Don't worry. The club doesn't have to know about any of this. Nothing beyond what Huck already thinks he knows, I mean.”

“Shit, what's the point in hiding? I came down tonight because they had a good idea what's been going on between us. Only thing is, we finally made it real.”

“We did,” I said, running my hand up his strong neck, tracing his jawline, fingertips grazing his stubble. I couldn't get enough of it scratching my skin when he worked his way up, down, or sideways. “You worry too much, Dusty. My brother isn't the type to hold grudges. He'll get used to the idea, and then he'll get over it, sooner or later.”

“Gotta be sooner for the club's sake. All hell's about to break loose when we hit the Deads, or if Joker decides he ain't playing by the rules no more.”

“You can't control any of that.” Easy for me to say when I had my own very big, angry dragon breathing down my neck, who'd murder me without a second thought because I had absolutely no control over it.

Jesus. I knew sex could change a lot, but I didn't know it could do the unthinkable – make me stop worrying.

“That's where you're wrong, darlin'. My whole damned life's been leading up to this point. I ain't missing my chance to clean house for good.” He stared at me, his eyes determined. “My boys deserve to be happy. Shit, everybody wearing the patch keeps getting hitched and popping out kids lately. A man looses his taste for blood when he's got a family to chase after. My job's making sure my brothers never have to worry about catching a bullet, or coming home to their kin in pieces.”

I smiled. Underneath the endless badass bluster and 'fuck all' armor, there was a heart underneath, a selfless one.

“What about your future, Dusty?” I asked, running my fingers over his brow. “Don't you ever think about what it'll take to make you happy? Maybe someday you'll find something that makes you want to settle down with more than just your business and bikes.”

“Plenty of time left to sort that out,” he said, his eyes growing distant and cold for a moment, before they snapped back to mine, warmer than ever. “Tonight, I've got all I need to put the devil himself at ease. I'm looking at her.”

Could a woman swoon laying down?

Who knows, but his lips were suddenly irresistible, and not just because he had a knack for being kissable. By the time our mouths connected, his hand crawled down my spine, reaching for my ass.

Coding promised to be double hell tomorrow, after the fun was over and I watched him drive through my gate, returning me to loneliness. Didn't even matter.

I'd work my fingers hard, until they were just as tired as the space between my legs, and my own worn heart. I had to do everything I could to settle my evil debts and save my life.

Because for the first time in a long time, I had a future that wasn't a complete shit show staring at me.

So close I could taste it, touch it, let it pick me up and carry me away. And that's exactly what he did, over and over, deep into the night.

We enjoyed each other for hours, collapsing in a satisfied purr when our bodies refused to let us have any more. Heaven met my bed, and it was beautiful.

We kissed, we caressed, and we drifted away with our hearts in a single rhythm. And we were almost asleep when we heard the banging I thought would end the world.

Dust bolted up, reaching for his gun, stumbling to get dressed. I just sat with the sheet pulled around me, my eyes filled with terror.

It couldn't be Dom or his men...could it? I chewed my lips, wondering if I should break down and soil our bit of heaven, confess everything I'd kept hidden for so long.

“Dusty? Where are you –“

He was already in the door frame, fully dressed, and spun around with a look that said don't ask. I nodded, the last glance we shared before he slipped out, slowly racing downstairs to meet whoever the hell was banging at the door at this ungodly hour.

I clenched my phone so hard I swore it would break in my fingers. Just listening, staring into the darkness, waiting for the gunshots that would make me scream into the night.

They never came.

I counted to one hundred before I stood, slipped on my robe, and stepped out very carefully, taking the stairs down a floor slowly, like I feared they'd send me tumbling down with a single misstep.

“Shit. Fuck! We gotta get that kid back, dammit.” Dust stood in the entryway red faced, growling to a prospect, one hand on his forehead.

I'd been around Huck long enough to know that when a biker looked like this, it didn't mean things had just gone to hell. Something awful was happening.

“Prez, you want me to start rounding up the brothers? I came here first, soon as I heard. I'll hit the road, go by everybody's house, bang on their fucking windows 'til they're heading for the clubhouse.”

“Do it, and I'll meet you there. Call Firefly and tell him to get all our assets on lockdown. Can't have anybody local fuckin' with us while we're ass deep in emergency.”

The prospect nodded, and took off like a rabbit, running out the open door. My screen was about to slam shut when Dusty mashed his hand against it, heading for his bike.

“Dust!” I called after him.

He stopped, stared, and spun around like a whirlwind. He gave me about three seconds to catch up to him. I could tell he was counting in his head, wondering how much time slipped by.

“What's going on? You look terrible. Please tell me you aren't about to ride into danger without even a kiss goodbye.” It sounded selfish, but I meant it.

He looked me up and down, his steely eyes traveling over me, as if for the last time. That scared me worse than anything.

“Some sick bastards got their hands on Joker's kid. I ain't promising you shit, Hannah, because I fuckin' can't. Not now.”

“Jesus! Not the little boy...” My heart skipped a beat at the thought, and then again when I imagined what crazy, rabid Joker would do to get him back.

“Yeah, now you know. Darlin', listen. I'll do everything I can to drag my ass home in one piece, same as everybody else. You're too close to the club between your brother and me. You oughta be on lockdown with everybody else, walled off at the clubhouse.”

No. I couldn't let that happen when I still had a mountain of coding to do, plus a madman with a gun to my head.

“Nobody knows about me, Dusty. I need to stay here for work. I'm not some defenseless little girl who needs the club's protection. Lord knows I've let Firefly post guards around here often enough.” I gave Dust a reassuring look, but he wasn't softening.

“If you're staying here, then I'm pulling a couple prospects away from the clubhouse. They'll stand outside your gate like this is Buckingham fuckin' Palace.”

“Dust...” I reached out, gently laying a hand on his stiff, angry shoulder. “I'll rent a bodyguard if it'll make you feel better. There are enough mercenaries around these parts to go around with all the bad juju that's been happening lately.”

That was an understatement. I heard rumors about the assassins and creeps the Torches sent here over Cora, not to mention the dirty pimp and Deadhands bikers who'd nearly kept Skin from Meg.

“Fine. You've got one chance to get your fuckin' bodyguard, and text me exactly who he is by noon so I can do a background check. If he ain't clean or I find out you dropped the ball, I'm coming back here, darlin'. I won't be happy. Sure as I'm standing here, I'll drag your sweet ass back to my clubhouse naked, if that's what it takes to keep you safe.”

He talked like he owned me, his to do as he pleased. Infuriating.

Or, at least, it should've been, being treated like his property, but a bizarre tingle ran through my blood. Possessive meant he cared in this twisted, gruff biker context, and I appreciated it.

“Dusty, I'm not your old lady. I know a thing or two about how to save myself. I'll be fine on my own. I've dealt with plenty of hired guns between Huck and Sterner Corp security.”

“You know where I'm coming from, darlin', and you'll listen just this once. Boundaries, I get. And they're not worth a damn when your life's on the line. Don't make me shove a ring on your finger, stamp my name in your skin, and start calling you mine. Because believe me, Hannah, if that's what it takes to make you listen, I will fuckin' do it. ”

He'd never looked at me quite like this. Sure, I recognized the fearsome MC Prez barking orders, but it was more, too. I saw a man laying his claim. It shocked me so hard I had to put my hand against the wall for support.

“You'll hear from me by noon,” I promised, slowly walking up to him. “Give them hell, Dusty. Whoever t hey are. Bring Joker's little boy home.”

“I will, Hannah,” he growled, grabbing me by the neck and pulling me to his lips for a rough, uneven kiss. “Then I'm coming back so we can finish everything we started here last night.”

I stood in the doorframe with my heart in my throat, watching him climb on his bike, and roar out into the night. The stakes just got higher in the dangerous game I'd been playing – if Dom and his assholes found out I'd hired a bodyguard, they'd bring so much hell even the Pistols might not be able to handle it.

I had to take the chance. Lifting my fingers to my lips, I touched the numb, hot impression he'd left with his mouth, his teeth, his stubble.

His kiss promised he was worth the risk, and hinted at so much more. Whatever else I had to deal with before I could live something resembling a normal life, it took a backseat to finding out what else he'd promised.