Harm, p.8
Harm, page 8
“You still good to stay overnight at the club?” Harm asked as he closed up the truck.
Apparently, the Dogs had recently opened a chapter in Seattle. It was less than a year old, but Hatch had asked Harm to drop the truck off there when we were done, then ride one of the bikes down they’d been restoring for him.
“Yes. I’m a little nervous about getting on a bike, but otherwise, I’m fine.”
He grinned. “It’s gonna be hot as fuck for the next week, so it’s optimal riding conditions, and outside of my reckless youth, I’m a good rider, Bryn. You’ll be safe.”
“I’m not worried about you,” I rushed out. “I’m worried I’ll do something to make you crash.”
“You plannin’ on suckin’ me off in the middle of our trip?”
“What?” I squeaked. “Of course not.”
“Then we’ll be good.”
I blushed. “God, Harm. Now I want to suck you off in the middle of our trip.”
He chuckled. “You can do it tonight at the club.”
“First night without condoms,” I whispered.
“Jesus,” he hissed.
“Mom, are you ready?” Briggs called.
“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” I retorted, making my way from the back of the truck.
I heard Harm’s grunt and I grinned as I joined my kid at his car. “I’m good. Are you sure you have everything?”
“Yep, I double checked.”
“Okay, let me pee one more time,” I said.
“I think I left my phone on the counter,” Harm lied, and followed me inside, pulling me into the powder bathroom, sliding his hand between my legs. “You wanna play, Bryn?”
I ran my tongue over his lips. “Definitely.”
He growled, low in his throat. “Okay, we’re gonna play. You got clothespins in your laundry room?”
“Um, yes, why?”
“Go get me two. I’ll show you later.” He smacked my butt, then headed out my front door.
I did my thing, then grabbed the clothespins, handing them to him before joining Briggs in his car.
* * *
Eight hours later, we were pulling up to the new Dogs of Fire chapter on the outskirts of Seattle, and I was a little nervous.
“Bryn?”
“Yeah?”
“You can relax,” Harm said, laying his hand on my thigh.
I stopped bouncing my leg and sighed. “Sorry. I just want to make a good impression.”
“You will. Remember, I only know a couple of the guys, too.”
“It’s a little different.”
He grinned, leaning over to kiss me gently. “You’re gonna be fine. Besides, we’re gonna go in there, say hi, chat a little, then I’m gonna take you up to a room and fuck you, so you won’t have to be surrounded by strangers for very long.”
I shivered. “Yes, please.”
He laughed. “Ready?”
I nodded, and he pulled the truck through the giant iron gates of the body shop lot where the club housed their compound.
After parking the truck, Harm came around to my side and opened my door. I’d quickly learned that I was not allowed to open a door in his presence, or he’d get growly.
I loved it.
After lifting me down, he grabbed our backpacks, and then took my hand and led me inside.
“Harm!”
A tall, muscular man with dark hair, a little gray at the temples approached us with a huge smile.
“Hey, brother,” Harm said, then turned to me. “Bryn, this is Jigsaw, he’s the Seattle president.”
I shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too, sweetheart.” He waved his hand around the room. “Make yourselves comfortable. Grab food, drink, weed, whatever. Pitstop’s around here somewhere.” He glanced around the room. “Pitty!”
“Holy shit, Harm!”
A ridiculously pretty man came barreling toward us, grabbing Harm up into a bear hug, lifting him off the ground.
“Hey, Pitstop, how are you?” Harm asked, slapping him on his back.
“I’m great, man.” He put my man down and grinned. “You must be Bryn.”
“I am. It’s nice to meet you.” I put my hand out, but Pitstop shook his head.
“I’m a hugger, gorgeous,” he said, then lifted me off my feet.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Harm said, and Pitstop laughed, setting me down.
Pitstop turned to him and handed him keys. “Had recruits scrub down a room upstairs. Second door on the right. Wichita’s woman stocked it with some girly shit, so hopefully you like it, Bryn.”
“That was thoughtful, thanks. Is she here? I’ll thank her.”
“Nah, she left a few hours ago. She’s got kids. Tonight’s not a night for kids.”
I nodded, inching closer to Harm who wrapped an arm around me.
“How’s the bike?” Harm asked.
“Oh, man, she’s gorgeous. I can’t believe Hatch is givin’ this one to his kid.”
Harm grinned. “Yeah, Flash is handing his off to his brother, so Hatch is surprising him.”
“Man, I wish I’d been born into that family.”
“Don’t we all,” Harm agreed.
“Come find me when you’re ready to get on the road tomorrow. I’ve got her all gassed up and ready to go. For now, just make yourselves at home.”
“Thanks, brother. We’re gonna get settled,” Harm said, then took me upstairs.
Unlocking the door, he stepped back and let me precede him inside, flipping the light as I walked in.
“Oh, this is nice,” I said, taking in the surprisingly clean room.
A queen-sized bed was in front of a window and there was a dresser and a chair against the wall, along with a private bathroom.
“Yeah,” Harm said. “You hungry?”
“I’m actually exhausted. I just want to take a shower and climb into bed,” I said.
“We can do that.”
“If you want to head downstairs while I take a shower, feel free.” I tugged on his cut. “But I still expect you to get back up here so we can ‘play.’”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “I can do that.”
As he turned away, I smacked his butt, and he laughed, closing and locking the door behind him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bryn
I had just wrapped a towel around my body when I heard the key in the lock. I stepped back into the bathroom in case it wasn’t Harm, peeking outside the door until he walked in, his arms laden with food, and a bag of chips in his mouth.
“Oh, let me help,” I said, rushing over to him. I took the chips first, then whatever else he handed me.
“Thanks, baby. I found you a bottle of wine, so I grabbed it.”
“Bless you,” I breathed out as he set it on the dresser.
“There weren’t glasses, so...” He held up red solo cups.
I laughed. “Well, that’s the bonafide biker way to drink booze, right?”
“You’re learning our ways, young Padawan.” He pulled me close. “I’ll make a proper Jedi biker bitch outta you yet.”
“Crap, you’re a nerd? You never mentioned you were a nerd.” I grinned. “Biker I can handle, nerd might be a deal breaker.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
Before I’d registered what was happening, Harm had untied my towel and it was now pooled at my feet.
I cupped him over his jeans and grinned. “Is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
“Help me Obi-Bryn-blow-me, you’re my only hope.”
“Do not move,” I ordered, sliding my hands under the waistband of his jeans. “I mean it, Harm.”
He raised his hands in a surrender motion and I unzipped him, tugging his jeans down his thighs. Kneeling in front of him, I freed his cock from his boxer briefs, pushing those down his legs as well, then running my tongue up the length of him.
I spit liberally in my hands, then took the tip of him in my mouth, wrapping my hands around his girth.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, his hands covering my head.
I took him deeper down my throat, sliding my hands slowly as I did, making sure I got him as wet as possible before I really began to move. Then I gripped him tighter, pumping him as I took him so far back my eyes watered.
“Jesus, baby,” he rasped as his hips rocked.
Then he began to fuck my face and I grabbed his thighs for balance.
“I’m gonna come, Bryn.”
I nodded, and he gripped my scalp, pulling my head forward as he fucked me harder, then he let out a grunt, and I felt the warm, salty goodness slide down the back of my throat. I returned my hands to his cock and continued to work it, making sure I milked every ounce out of him, before sitting back on my heels and smiling up at him. I licked my lips, then daintily wiped the corners of my mouth, and said, “That was the perfect aperitif.”
I’d never seen him undress faster and then I was on my back on the bed, and he was hovering over me. “Have I told you lately that you are the fuckin’ sexiest woman on the planet?”
“You tell me every day.” I reached up and stroked his cheek. “But more importantly, you show me.”
He kissed me gently, then rubbed his nose against mine. “You ready to play?”
I shivered. “Hell, yes, I’m ready to play.”
Harm stepped off the bed, then held his hand out to me. “On your feet, baby.”
I took his hand and stood in front of him. He produced the clothespins I’d given him earlier and I bit my lip. “What are those for?”
He grinned. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” I said.
He leaned down and ran his tongue over one nipple before taking a pin and clamping it on the wet nipple.
“Oh, my god,” I squeaked out.
“Too much?”
I grabbed his arm and shook my head. “No. Oh. Oh, my god.”
“Do you want the other one?”
I bobbed my head in a vigorous nod.
He sucked my free nipple into his mouth, lingering a little longer on this one before clamping it and I squeezed his arm as the bite of the pin sent a shiver through me. I moaned as the sensation went all the way to my clit.
“You good?” he asked.
“Oh, god, yes. So, so good.”
He kissed me again, sliding his hand between my legs and fingering my clit. I thought it would ease my suffering, but it just made me want more.
“I’m going to come, Harm.”
“Don’t,” he growled.
I whimpered with need, squeezing his arms as he slid two fingers inside of me, his thumb moving to my clit.
“Harm,” I whispered.
“Hold it, baby.”
When he began to fuck me with his fingers, I could no longer hold back. He kissed my pulse and whispered, “Come, baby,” and I let myself completely go, looping my arms around his neck and rocking against his hand as I came down.
He slid out of me, running his tongue over his hand, then licking his fingers clean as he grinned. “Jesus, you taste like honey.”
I pulled his hand to my mouth and sucked his index finger into my mouth. “Still like you better.”
Tugging me back to him, he kissed me, then growled, “On your knees, ass in the air.”
I climbed back onto the mattress on all fours, and he knelt behind me, gripping my hips. He spit into his hand and spread it around my pussy, then pressed his cock to my entrance, gripping my hips as he slid inside.
I tried to push back against him, but he smacked my butt in response. The action caused my breasts to shake, and I whimpered as the clothespins tugged on my nipples.
“Jesus,” he breathed out. “You’re so fuckin’ wet.”
He slid slowly into me, burying himself to the hilt and I tried again to push back against him.
Another smack.
I smiled, biting my lip. “Harm?”
“Yeah?” he bit out.
“Is the spanking supposed to be a punishment?”
“Yeah.”
“What if I like it?” I challenged.
“Then keep disobeyin’ me.” He slid his hand between my legs and pressed his fingers against my clit. “You gonna keep disobeyin’ me, Bryn?”
“Hell, yes, I am, Harmon.”
He let out a hiss and his hand landed on my ass again and then he moved, slamming into me harder and harder until I could no longer take it.
“Get there, honey,” I begged, my arms shaking from holding myself up.
He slapped me again and I came, crying out as I fell onto the mattress, the makeshift clamps dragging at my nipples, causing another wave to roll through me. Harm rolled us so we were on our sides and continued to rock into me, biting my shoulder as I felt his dick pulse inside of me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rasped. “I love you.”
I craned my neck to meet his eyes. “What?”
“You heard me.” He stroked my jaw. “And I’m not just sayin’ that because you gave me the best head I’ve ever had. I love you, Bryn. You don’t have to say it—”
“I love you too.”
He smiled. “You do?”
I nodded. “I loved you the second you threw DC out of my house.”
He chuckled. “Well, if we’re keepin’ score, I loved you the second you told me to move to the waiting area.”
“I did not tell you to move,” I countered, rolling to face him. “Besides, I just needed an excuse to talk to you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I nodded. “Thank you for helping me find my way back to me.”
“You’re welcome.”
“And stepping in with my kids. Briggs adores you already.”
“He’s a great kid. You did good with them.”
“Thanks, honey.”
He tapped my chin. “Okay, we need to sleep, baby, so we can get on the road at a reasonable time tomorrow.”
I kissed his chest. “When we get home, I’d like you to sleep at my place whenever you’re up my way, okay?”
“Baby, I’ll sleep at your place anytime you want. You just say the word.”
I grinned, biting back a yawn. “Word.”
“I’m not gonna start sleepin’ over until your mom knows me. Officially.”
“I’ll tell her tomorrow.” I raised an eyebrow. “Do I get to meet your stepdad?”
“Yeah, baby, absolutely.”
“Oh, my god,” I whispered. “I get to meet the man who raised you?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m in,” I breathed out.
Harm kissed me quickly. “I’m gonna clean up real quick, then we’ll sleep.”
I nodded, but I didn’t remember anything after that, finding sleep within minutes.
* * *
Friday night, Harm arrived at five to pick me up and I was running around my bedroom like a crazy woman, trying to find something to wear. I was meeting his dad tonight and I was trying hard not to completely melt down.
I’d had what I thought would be a difficult conversation with my mom after the Seattle trip, but she was over the moon for me. She’d gotten a good feeling from Harm the second they met and she couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.
“Babe,” Harm called up the stairs. “We gotta go.”
I stomped out of my bedroom and glared down the stairs at him. “I have nothing to wear.”
He grinned. “You could wear a paper sack and still be the prettiest girl on the planet.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not helpful, Harmon.”
He jogged up the stairs and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me deeply. “Better?”
“I’m standing here in a bra and panties, which I cannot wear to meet your dad, so, no, not better.”
Harmon kissed me again. “Well, it’s good for me.”
I gripped his cut. “I want to make a good impression.”
“Baby, you love his kid, you’ve already made a good impression.”
“Help me figure out what to wear.”
“Or, you can get completely naked and I can fuck you before we go.”
“We’re already late,” I bit out.
“And we can be a little later.”
“I’m not showing up at your dad’s place an hour late because we were doing the nasty! I’d be mortified for the rest of my life.”
He slid his hand to my butt and squeezed. “He won’t care.”
“I’ll care.”
He sighed. “Okay, come on, let’s see the options.”
It took another twenty minutes to find something I deemed appropriate, and then we were in his truck and heading down to West Linn where his dad lived.
“I could have met you here,” I murmured.
“Not how this works, Bryn.”
“I’m just saying, Beaverton is closer to West Linn than it is to Vancouver and you having to haul your ass to my place just to bring me all the way back down here... seems like a lot of wasted time.”
We stopped at a red light and Harm looked at me. “Not how this fuckin’ works, baby, and we’re not arguing about it. I come get you. Period.” I couldn’t stop another roll of my eyes as he squeezed my hand. “You gonna push it?”
I shrugged. “Depends on what I get out of pushing it.”
The light turned green so Harm drove through. “Push it and find out.”
I shivered. “Maybe I will.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m gonna like this.”
I grinned. “Pretty sure I am too.”
Pulling up to an older ranch-style home, I took a deep breath.
“He’s gonna love you.”
“God, I hope so,” I breathed out as Harm climbed out of the truck and walked to my side to open the door for me.
I took his hand and he lifted me down from the truck, kissing me gently before releasing me to grab the wine and beer. I’d also made a batch of potato salad because I just couldn’t come to someone’s home for dinner without contributing.
Harm grabbed the food from behind my seat, then we made our way up to the front door. His father opened it before we had a chance to knock. “Welcome!” he bellowed excitedly.
“Hey, Pops.” Harm laughed as his father pulled him in for a bear hug.
“Hey, bud. Introduce me to your girl.”
