Dawsons property, p.1
Dawson's Property, page 1
Dawson’s Property
An MC Romance
Saints & Sinners
Book 2
West Greene
Copyright ©October 2022 by West Greene
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For Riley, my reason for everything that I do.
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For every reader who asked for Dawson and Tanner’s book, here you go.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
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1
Dawson
I slid off my bike, pulling my helmet off my head afterward. My body was sore, my hands a little cramped from riding for so long. Didn’t matter how often I rode or how many years—these long ass runs fucking kicked my ass.
Elijah clapped a hand to my back, drawing my eyes to him. “You good, brother? Getting old on me?” he teased.
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Fuck off, brother.” He grinned. I jerked my head toward the clubhouse as the doors opened, revealing his heavily pregnant wife. Olivia was a stunner. She’d been a club bunny, letting all of us dip inside of her until Elijah got a taste and staked his claim. Man divorced his previous wife for her and made Olivia a fucking queen—one we all looked up to.
We loved her to pieces, and we were all extremely protective of her.
The lovesick look on Elijah’s face and the hearts in his eyes when he looked at her made me shake my head. Never thought that kind of love existed until I saw the two of them together. Elijah would do anything in the world for his woman. We knew it—had seen it happen. He put her on a pedestal, making sure not a fucking thing touched her.
Quickly forgetting about me, he strode over to his wife and drew her into his arms, leaning down to kiss her so fucking erotically, it made my cock hard. It was like watching the beginning of some really good live porn.
Jesus fuck.
I needed to get laid.
Tanner immediately flitted to my mind as I made my way to the clubhouse. Tanner was… fuck, she was everything. The woman was a firecracker and didn’t take my shit. She could dish it out with the best of ‘em. I’d been in love with her for months, but I wasn’t too sure about making her into my old lady.
Because she wouldn’t stop sleeping with the other fucking men. And that was a deal breaker for me, no matter how I felt about her. I needed her to be a one-man kind of woman, and she wasn’t that.
Just the thought of it pissed me off. And normally, I tried to brush it off and pretend like it didn’t fucking bother me, but today was one of those days, apparently. I was tired—fucking exhausted. I just wanted to sink my cock in her perfect, pretty pussy and forget the world existed for a little while.
But I always had to end up thinking about her being with my brothers. And frankly, it was a fucking mood killer.
When I stepped inside, my eyes instantly landed on Tanner. It was as if she had a magnetic field that immediately drew me to her. Which meant I also saw her lean over the bar, her perfect tits basically falling out of her shirt as she flirted with James, the road captain for the club.
James was a good guy and an even better brother. But if he didn’t back the fuck up from Tanner, I was going to break his fucking arms.
I marched behind the bar, shrugging off Elijah’s hand when he tried to stop me. I heard him call my name, but I was a man on a mission. I’d had a long ass fucking last few days. The least this woman could do was show some fucking decency when I got home.
Tanner squeaked when I stepped up behind her, my hard cock pressing into her plump ass. I gripped her hips, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises on her skin. “If you’re going to open your cunt to every mother fucker in this building,” I hissed in her ear, “at least have the decency to make sure I’m not in the fucking room.”
I backed up, and she spun around to face me, glaring up at me with so much heat and anger in her eyes, I was worried I’d burn on the spot. “Fuck you, Dawson,” she gritted.
“Fuck me?!” I barked. I was about to lose my shit on her. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you your mine?” I snarled at her.
“Until you lay a proper claim on me, I’m no one’s,” she sneered. She then turned her back on me, like that would end the conversation or some shit.
She was fucking mistaken. An argument wasn’t done until I said it was done.
And I’d had enough of her shit.
I gripped her wrist and yanked her back around to face me. A cry of alarm ripped from her throat, but I was already shoving my shoulder into her abdomen and lifting her up, carrying her up the stairs, my arm hooked around her thick thighs. She began beating on my back, but I didn’t even flinch. Her hits didn’t even phase me.
“Fucking put me down, Dawson!” she screeched, her loud voice piercing my eardrum.
I ignored her. If she wanted to be a bitch, two could play at this fucking game.
She may want to be bratty and bitchy, but I danced with the devil every fucking day. She was nothing for me to handle and get back in line.
I deposited her on my bed and slammed the door shut, flicking the lock. She sat up on her elbows, her chest heaving with rage. “You want to know why I haven’t claimed you yet, Tanner?” I demanded. She narrowed her eyes at me. “That shit,” I snapped, pointing in the general direction of the stairs. “You can’t keep your fucking ass in line, and you don’t know how to turn the men down.”
“It’s my job!” she yelled at me, standing up from the bed. She was a good head shorter than me, making me look down at her. But her height had never held her back. She had a temper that could rival Satan himself. “I can’t turn them away if they want a piece of ass, Dawson! That’s not how this fucking shit works, and you goddamn know it! Stop being a fucking coward and placing the blame on me! You just don’t have the fucking balls to lay claim to me yourself,” she bit out.
I wrapped my hand around her throat and shoved her up against the wall, cutting off her airflow. And then, I kissed her, sucking her tongue into my mouth because I just couldn’t goddamn resist her. This woman was deadly for me.
“You want to act like a slut, baby girl?” I rasped. Her pulse was pounding against my palm. “I’ll fucking treat you like one.” I stepped back from her, licking my lips at the sight of her. Her chest was heaving, but her pretty, dark eyes were dilated, lust filling them to the brim. Tanner had always had a thing for breath play, roughness, and being manhandled.
And I was about to use the fuck out of her. If she claimed she was nothing more than a slut, then I was going to treat her like one.
“Get on your fucking knees,” I ordered.
2
Dawson
The glare she fired my way had my blood pumping hard in my veins. I wanted her so fucking badly, and a part of me was disgusted with what I was doing to her. But what the hell was it going to take for her to see that she was in the wrong?
“Go fuck yourself, Dawson.” She spun around to unlock the door.
“Tanner!” I barked. She halted, her fingers on the lock. “Drop your fucking hand,” I growled. “You said you have to fuck the brothers when they want you. Well, guess what, baby girl? I’m a fucking brother, and I said to fucking get on your knees.”
Her back tensed—going rigid, her spine straightening. Her fingers tightened on the lock before she dropped her hand. Wordlessly, anger consuming her beautiful features, she walked toward me and dropped to her knees, the sickening thud of them meeting the hardwood floor echoing in my room. Her fingers were already working my jeans open. I stared down at her, but she just met my gaze, fire burning in her blue eyes as she took my cock between her pretty lips.
“Fuck,” I hissed, letting my head fall back on my shoulders. Her mouth was always so wet, so hot, and she was a fucking expert at deep-throating.
I tangled my fingers in her hair and began to fuck her face, treating her like the whore she wanted to paint herself out to be. Her throat opened for me easily, and I drove my cock down it, forcing her pretty mouth to take every inch of me. She didn’t even gag.
“This what you want, Tanner?” I asked her. Her eyes narrowed as she swallowed around me. It took every bit of my willpower not to come down her pretty, slender throat yet. “You want my cock shoved deep down your throat? You want me to treat you like the rest of the fuckers downstairs do?” I tightened my hold on her hair, making her wince, her nails digging into my thighs. “Is this what you fucking want, baby girl?”
Tears welled in her eyes. My heart shattered in my chest. Tanner never cried. She got angry; I’d never seen her tears before, and it fucking rattled me.
Cursing, I pulled out of her mouth and fastened my jeans back up. She looked down toward the floor, trying to hide how hurt she was, but she couldn’t hide that sniffle. Shit did my fucking heart in.
I crouched in front of her and tipped her face up so she was forced to look at me. Pressing my lips to her cheek, I flicked my tongue out, licking away the salty tear there. Then, I leaned back, connecting our eyes again.
“I haven’t touched another woman in months, Tanner,” I told her quietly. She nodded. She knew that. I’d been getting shit for it from all the brothers, but I hadn’t strayed from her. She was all that mattered to me. She was the only woman I wanted. “You need to prove to me that you want this, too.” I pressed my lips to her brow. “Go. I need time to myself.”
She shakily stood to her feet and then fled from the room, not casting me a backward glance. I heaved a tired sigh and stood to my feet before flopping back onto my bed, groaning afterward.
Fucking hell.
I just had to go and fucking fall in love with the most complicated woman in this fucking clubhouse—hell, possibly the entire damn world.
3
Tanner
What the fuck just happened?
Dawson had never treated me like that before. Sure, we’d had sex in front of everyone. Sure, I’d sucked him off with an audience before. I’d done slutty shit with that man, but I’d never felt degraded when I was with him.
I had apparently just pushed him to his limits because he had treated me like a dirty whore, like I was nothing more than the other women these men stuck their dicks in. He’d left me feeling worse than I did with my father and when I slept with the other men of this club.
I bit back tears as I stared at myself in my bathroom mirror. How had Olivia dealt with this? I mean, fuck, she’d been the other woman. Elijah had been married when they’d started fucking around, but I knew for a fact she’d never been this distraught. That man had put her on a pedestal from the very first moment he got a taste of her. She was immediately on queen status.
Why did shit have to be so complicated with me and Dawson?
I’d love to be his old lady. Fuck, I wanted it more than anything. But he was asking something of me that could get me kicked out of the clubhouse. I could become homeless. And that thought made my skin crawl. I was safe here. I couldn’t have that ripped from me.
I needed that safety net. I needed it like I needed my next breath. And even though I knew it would hurt like a mother fucker, I’d allow myself to lose Dawson before I ever gave up the security I’d found here. I was somewhere my past couldn’t touch me.
Any of these men could have me out on my ass for not giving them what they wanted. That had been made clear to me when I’d pleaded with Elijah to let me work for room and board. I hadn’t given a shit about what I had to give up. I knew I was safe here. No one would come for me here—not as long as I was attached to this club.
And the rules here were clear. If a man staked his claim on me, then I could turn the other brothers down.
We were whores—nothing more than paid prostitutes. But we all knew that before we signed up for this shit. And for people like me, giving up our bodies was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Giving up my body meant protection. And I needed that protection more than I needed anything else in the world.
The door to my room swung open. I froze, my wide eyes and pale face staring back at me in the mirror. I couldn’t face a club member right now. I needed some time to get myself together.
“I’m coming down!” I called, tightening my grip on the bathroom counter. My grip was so tight, my knuckles turned white. “Just give me a few minutes.” I tilted my head back down, no longer able to stand the sight of my face in the mirror.
“I’m sorry.”
I jerked my head back up, staring at Dawson in the mirror. Our eyes slammed together, a million words and so much pain being exchanged without our lips even opening. I swallowed past the sudden lump in my throat, working hard to bite back my tears.
“Do you know what happens if I turn one of these men away, Dawson?” I asked him quietly, not letting my eyes leave his. His jaw tightened. “Any patched member of this club can boot me out on my ass.” I shook my head, shutting my eyes for a moment before I reopened them, trying my damnest to hold myself together. “I have too much to lose. I want nothing more than for you to lay claim on me, but I don’t want that more than I want my own safety.”
His eyes darkened and narrowed on mine in the mirror, an angry storm brewing in them. “Who the fuck threatened you?”
My hands shook. I ripped my gaze away from his. I’d never breathed a word of this to anyone. It was always my burden to carry, my secret to hide. I never wanted him to know this about me.
Dawson’s body pressed against my back, and he gripped my upper arms, grounding me. I hadn’t even realized I was beginning to spiral. He knew me so damn well. “Tanner, I asked you a fucking question. Who the fuck hurt you?”
I trembled beneath the dominance in his voice. Dawson wasn’t one to be fucked with; I knew that. But my problems and my past were just that; they were mine. I’d never burden any member of this club with my shit.
“Dawson—”
He shook me. I pressed my hand to the mirror to still myself, my jaw clenching on instinct so my teeth wouldn’t knock together. “Answer me, woman.”
“My dad was selling me,” I rushed out. Dawson’s fingers tightened on me, but I welcomed the pain, just like I always did. I craved every bit of pain this man could bring me, but I only craved it from him. “I overheard him talking to one of his guys. Said they’d lost one of their girls here.” I didn’t know who. For all I knew, she was long gone and had moved on. Girls came and went all the time. And I’d never violate someone’s privacy like that by trying to find out. We all had our demons. “Dad gave the orders not to trespass on this territory, that she was a loss they could handle.”
“So, you ran here.”
I nodded. “I knew I’d be safe,” I whispered. And I had been. My dad and his men had never come after me here. And I never left this territory.
I opened my eyes, and they instantly met his in the mirror. He frowned. “Baby, all you did was just become another paid whore.”
I shrugged. “But I’m doing this of my own free will.” I sucked in a shuddered breath. “You guys don’t…” my voice trailed off.
“We don’t hurt you,” he said softly. I nodded. He wrapped his arms around my chest, pinning my arms to my side. He rested his chin on my head afterward, just staring at me in the mirror. I stayed silent. There was nothing left for me to say. I’d said my piece. The ball now laid in his court.
“If I lay claim on you,” he started, making my heart race in anticipation of his next words, “do you promise you’re done fucking with any other man, no matter how much they beg you?”
I was pretty sure this fast of a heartbeat was a sign of some kind of heart attack. “Yes,” I whispered, nodding my head at the same time.
He gripped my chin and turned my head to the side, slanting his lips across mine. I moaned, opening my mouth beneath his, instantly submitting to him. “Then consider yourself claimed, Tanner.” He bit my bottom lip, drawing blood. I moaned, my pussy clenching with need. “And consider your father dead.”
