“You want your reward?” I asked her. “You’ve been so good for me, baby girl.”

  She whimpered and nodded her head. Roughly gripping her chin, I slanted my lips across hers, sucking her tongue into my mouth. Her hands slid under my cut, clawing at my back, desperate to get me as close as possible. I was sure if she could, she’d live under my fucking skin, never parting from me.

  “Dawson,” she pleaded, hot breaths panting from her mouth, flowing over my already heated skin.

  I pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor, her bra going next. I scraped my teeth along the column of her neck, biting her skin, leaving my mark behind as I moved slowly down her body, making my way to her perfect tits. Watching her face, I rolled her nipples between my thumb and index fingers, pinching and pulling them. Her eyes practically rolled back in their sockets, her head falling back on her shoulders, her mouth open in a silent plea for more.

  I bent and sucked one of her pretty nipples into my mouth, sucking hard, biting at it, just how she liked. This woman of mine didn’t do slow and gentle.

  She wanted it as hard and brutal as I was willing to give.

  As I moved to her other nipple, showing it the same attention I gave the other one, I unfastened her shorts and yanked them down her legs, almost ripping her panties off in the process. The scent of her arousal slammed into my gut, and I bit back a moan.

  She was so needy and so, so fucking good for me. So perfect.

  “You touched what’s mine?” I growled in a low voice. She didn’t answer me fast enough, so I gripped her hair, yanking her face up to mine. She rolled her bottom lip into her mouth, her eyes hazy with lust. “I asked you a question, baby girl.”

  She blinked at me. I bit back a smirk. This woman was so lost in me.

  “Did. You. Touch. What’s. Mine?” I snarled.

  She shook her head. “No. I promise. I’d never do that.”

  I kissed her hard, drawing blood from her bottom lip. I licked it up, moaning at the taste. “Good girl.”

  I yanked her thighs so far apart, she bit back a whimper of pain. Then, I knelt on the floor and dove in, eating her out. She tasted so sweet, so fucking good. She tasted like Heaven and home wrapped up in one delicious fucking woman.

  “Dawson, please—oh God,” she cried out when she realized I wasn’t planning on edging her.

  No. I was going to give her a much different kind of pain—one that overstimulated her mind and her cunt and left her begging for me to stop, even as her body betrayed her words.

  I slid my fingers inside of her, stretching her, all while I sucked her clit between my teeth, teetering her on the beautiful, jagged edge between pleasure and pain as she came for a second time.

  I drew a third, a fourth, a fucking fifth orgasm from her before I stood up, sheathed a condom onto my cock, and slid deep inside of her. My tatted hand latched around her throat, and I shoved her back against the mirror, the faucet of the sink no doubt digging into her back. But she just moaned, giving her body over to me.

  Tanner had always been mine. And anyone who ever thought different was a goddamn fool.

  “Who do you belong to?” I ground out, my teeth clenched, already so fucking close. Her pussy was so wet and warm, fluttering around me each time I bumped her clit.

  “You. I’m yours,” she whimpered. “Harder, please.”

  I tightened my hand around her throat, rewarding her by cutting off her airflow as I fucked her like a man possessed. I kept my eyes on her face, watching as she submitted to me more and more, and I didn’t release her neck until my balls tingled, and I erupted inside her sweet cunt. Her lips had been turning blue, and I knew her pretty neck would have a bruise that matched my handprint by morning.

  She came hard around me, screaming my name, her hands pulling at her hair. I tugged her close to me, hugging her to my torso, her body shaking in my arms. I gripped her hair, pulling a little to create the slightest tingle of pain along her scalp.

  “Easy,” I rasped. Her heart was slamming against her breastbone, thudding against my own chest. “Easy, baby girl. Breathe, you hear me? Breathe.”

  She sucked in large gulps of air, her body shaking in my arms. I just continued holding her until she slumped in my arms, exhaustion pulling at her limbs.

  “Good girl,” I praised, running my hand over her sweaty hair. I pressed my lips to the top of her head, holding them there for a moment. “Always so fucking good for me.”

  8

  Tanner

  Somehow, Dawson managed to get me dressed, though I definitely wasn’t much help. My body felt entirely too heavy for me to move any body part on my own. Then, he carried me up the stairs to my room where he proceeded to strip me again before laying me on the bed. I curled up on my side and hugged my pillow, my eyes shutting before his hands ever left my body completely.

  Dawson knew his way around my body, and he knew how to wear it the fuck out, too.

  I must have dozed off because I jerked awake when I felt water surrounding my body. I squeaked in alarm, my arms flailing. “Hey, easy, baby,” Dawson soothed, pressing his lips to my forehead, his arms tightening around me. “I’d never let anything happen to you; you know that. Relax. I’ve got you.”

  He was settling us both in the tub, cradling me on his lap. He’d added bubbles and most likely some Epsom salt to relax me. I smiled and buried my face in the curve of his neck. “Thank you for this,” I whispered, my words still heavily tinged with sleep.

  “You’re welcome, baby girl. You need the rest.” He ran his hand down my back and then played with the ends of my hair that were floating in the water. “You hurting anywhere?”

  “Not yet,” I mumbled. He and I both knew I tended to be sore after sex. When we fucked, we fucked hard, brutally, savagely. He took everything he wanted from me, and I was all too willing to give him every part of myself. Did it leave me hurting for a couple of days afterward? Yes. Did I carry bruises afterward? Yes.

  Did I give a shit? Not a single bit.

  “Whatever you need, you let me know,” he told me. He tilted my chin up when I didn’t respond. I slowly opened my eyes, locking them on his dark ones. “You hear me, baby girl?” I nodded at him. He gently tapped my cheek with his fingers. “Repeat it back to me.”

  “Whatever I need, let you know,” I told him, my words slurred with sleep.

  He pressed his lips to mine in a soft, slow kiss that had me craving him all over again. I tried to turn to straddle him, but he pinned me in place. “No, ma’am. Rest first. We’ll see how you feel later.”

  I huffed. He just chuckled and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Adorable as fuck, baby girl.”

  9

  Dawson

  I rolled my head around on my shoulders after I took my seat at the table. “Got an emergency run,” Elijah began once the last member was sitting at the table. “You’ll be gone for about three days. Shipment is going to Hell’s Highwaymen. You’ll be meeting with Abel, Zachariah, and Ronan.”

  “Fuck,” I muttered, running a hand down my face. “Since when did we start doing business with them?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at my president. Hell’s Highwaymen wasn’t a crew I wanted to be associated with. They had zero morals, and they ran by a dark-as-fuck code that I didn’t agree with.

  Elijah sighed. “Abel reached out. I know they’ve got morals we don’t agree with, but they’re paying top dollar. Make it happen. Be civil.”

  “Who’s going?” The VP, Trist, spoke up.

  “Dawson, James, me, and you,” Elijah told him. I bit back a sigh. I didn’t want to fucking go on this run, not for something that was for the goddamn Hell’s Highwaymen. Abel had fucked up his old lady seven ways to fucking Sunday; she proudly wore the marks of his brutality. I didn’t goddamn understand it.

  I knew I was harsh with Tanner and a bit rough, but I’d never hurt her like Abel did Charity. He literally cut his name into her chest and his club stamp into her back over fucking revenge for a prospect.

  “Any feelings you’ve got, lock ‘em up,” Elijah ordered, looking directly at me. I gritted my teeth. “One wrong move or word could start a goddamn war we don’t need, especially with my wife so close to giving birth.” I nodded once, showing him I understood. I’d follow his orders, even if I didn’t fucking like them. “Good. Be ready to go in an hour.”

  He slammed his gavel on the table, adjourning church. I quickly got up from the table and headed out of the room, instantly spotting my woman at the bar. When she looked up at me, I crooked my finger at her, and a rumble of pleasure sounded from my chest when she obediently set the towel she’d been using down and made her way over to me.

  I grabbed her hand in mine. “Need some time with you,” I told her, leading her up the stairs.

  “Everything okay?” she asked as we made our way up the stairs.

  I shrugged. “Got to go on a run.” And I left it at that. She knew the rules. Women didn’t get involved in club business. If you hear nothing, you know nothing. And I never wanted to risk her going to jail because I breathed a word of anything we did in her direction. I always wanted her to be a free woman, even if one day I might not be a free man.

  When we were in her room, I quickly led her over to the bed. Licking her lips, she pulled her clothes off before crawling onto the mattress. I ran my thumb along her taint. “You got lube on hand?”

  “Nightstand,” she breathlessly told me, moaning when I applied the slightest bit of pressure.

  I quickly grabbed the lube out of her drawer and slicked myself up. I took the time to spread her with my fingers before I entered her from behind, claiming her sweet ass as my own.

  She whimpered and moaned, her ass jiggling with every thrust. “Goddammit, woman,” I growled, leaning over her, fisting her hair in my hand. I slid my other hand around her throat and yanked her up so her back was flush to my chest, still pounding into her sweet ass. “You gonna come for me, baby girl? I can’t take too long.”

  “Can I?” she asked, her hand fluttering over her sweet cunt.

  I sucked her earlobe into my mouth before sinking my teeth into it. She whined, her ass thrusting back on me. “Get yourself off, baby girl.”

  She quickly began to rub her clit, sinking the fingers of her other hand into her pussy. I watched, my thrusts becoming harder and faster at the sight of her getting herself off. It was so fucking hot. And when she shattered, I came with her, spilling into her ass, making a beautiful mess of her with my cum.

  “That’s my good girl,” I praised, peppering kisses up and down her slender throat. I gently eased her onto the bed and then went to get a cloth to clean her up. I spread her plump cheeks, gently cleaning her before I tossed the washcloth into her hamper.

  “How long will you be gone?” she quietly asked, still laying on the bed.

  “Three days, I believe,” I told her. I leaned over her, kissing her luscious mouth. “If you need me, call me. And if we’re gone longer, I’ll call you,” I promised her.

  She nodded and circled her hand around my wrist, squeezing gently, her eyes already fluttering closed. I smiled softly. Sex always wore her out. Orgasms were like a drug for her—a sedative, in a way. “Please be careful.”

  “Always, baby girl.”

  With that, I left to go pack my bag, not bothering to shower. I’d shower when we got to our motel for the night. I was already cutting it close as it was.

  Besides, I sure as fuck didn’t mind smelling like her for a few hours.

  10

  Tanner

  Kit, the club secretary, grabbed the cloth from my hand and tossed it into the bucket of soapy water at my feet. I narrowed my eyes at him. He tapped the table, the rings on his fingers clanking on the wood. “Dawson gave clear orders that we’re not allowed to let you clean.” I scowled. He shrugged at me. “You’re not a club bunny anymore, Tanner. You’re an old lady. Time to start acting like it, especially with Olivia getting closer and closer to having this baby. Women here are going to need another old lady to keep them in line.”

  I scoffed. He just shrugged at me again and grabbed my arm, gently steering me to the table he’d put his coffee down at. With a huff, I dropped into the chair he pulled out for me. He took a seat across from me, leaning back, crossing his arms over his chest. “As if any of these girls will listen to me,” I muttered, agitatedly drumming the fingers of my left hand on the table.

  “Well, for one, you’ve got to show them you’re the boss, Tanner. It’s no longer about being their friends. You’ve got every right to start drama with them,” Kit retorted.

  I arched a brow at him. “Dawson will chew my ass up one side and down the other if I step out of my boundaries, and right now, I’m not sure what those boundaries are.” Pity crossed through his eyes. I clenched my jaw. “Olivia is still hands-on around here. Trying to step in on the shit she does is indirectly disrespecting Elijah.”

  Kit sighed, obviously seeing where I was coming from. None of us wanted to disrespect Elijah. That was asking for a fucking shit storm.

  I gazed off into space with a tired sigh. I hadn’t slept well last night. I never got good sleep when Dawson was out on a run. I worried about him. Anything could happen out on those roads. And I hated the unknown, especially when he was radio silent because he was riding or dealing with an exchange.

  “Think you can help us?” a snotty voice suddenly asked from above me, drawing me out of my head.

  I glanced up, barely resisting the urge to roll my eyes at Brittany, one of the club girls. She was a hardcore drama starter. I did my best to steer clear of her. She was one of the most sought-after girls with the brothers, which made sense given her body type: all curvy with big tits and an even bigger ass. But woman-to-woman? Absolute hell.

  I looked around for Olivia, but she was MIA at the moment. One glance at Kit told me he wasn’t stepping in unless we got physical. The men never did.

  Fucking hell.

  “On orders not to help,” I told her, my tone dismissive.

  She arched a brow at me. “I haven’t seen Dawson put a claim on you.” Pain lanced through my chest. I thought he’d said he made it clear I was an old lady? If Kit knew, why didn’t the women? “Stop daydreaming, Tanner. You’re a whore, just like the rest of us. Get the fuck up and help.”

  I gritted my teeth and stood to my feet, my combat boots giving me a couple of inches on her since for once, she was wearing heels. “The fuck did you just say to me?” I seethed, narrowing my eyes at her.

  She jabbed her manicured nail into my chest. I roughly knocked it away, adrenaline already pumping through my veins. “You’re. A. Whore,” she snarled, anger twisting her normally pretty features. “I’m so tired of you—”

  I grabbed her by her hair and slammed her face down onto the table before she could finish her sentence. Kit roared my name, and before he could grab me, I did it again, ripping some of her hair from her head when I yanked her head back up to do it a third time.

  “Goddammit, woman!” Kit barked, dragging me off her. I shook her blonde strands from my hand as she fell to the floor, sobbing, blood pouring down her face. I was sure Kit hadn’t expected it to actually come to blows, but I’d goddamn had enough with everyone—especially Dawson.

  I heard someone say Dawson’s name, and I looked up to see one of the club girls with her phone to her ear. I snorted and jerked away from Kit, storming for the clubhouse doors to get the fuck out of there. Olivia intercepted me and gently placed her hand on my upper arm. It took every bit of my willpower not to shake her off. “Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s go upstairs and chill for a little while, yeah?”

  Gritting my teeth, I let her lead me from the room and up the stairs, my blood pounding hot through my veins.

  Fuck that bitch.

  11

  Tanner

  Olivia heaved a tired sigh as she took a seat on the edge of my bed. I paced to the window in my room and stared out of it, my arms crossed over my chest. I was still shaking, still fuming. And I could still hear Brittany crying and sobbing downstairs—stupid bitch.

  “I’d say you should know better,” Olivia began, “but to be honest, she fucking deserved it. And hell, I had my own beef with Elijah’s ex-wife. So, I understand why you did it. We can’t just lay down and take shit from people.”

  I scoffed. She and I were alike but still so very different in our situations. “Elijah made it clear to everyone here you were his old lady. Dawson apparently hasn’t done that. He keeps saying one thing in private and doing a whole other thing when we’re around everyone else. I can’t find my footing. I don’t know where the fuck I stand anymore, and I’m tired of being so fucking confused.”

  My phone rang in my pocket before she could respond. I groaned. I already knew it was going to be Dawson before I even looked down at my screen. Letting my head fall back on my shoulders, I swiped my thumb across the screen and reluctantly answered his call.

  Breathing. That was what I got. He didn’t even say a word. I swallowed thickly, my hands now shaking for an entirely different reason. I wasn’t prepared to deal with him yet.

  “Dawson?” I asked, surprised that my voice came out strong and steady instead of shaky and weak like I thought it would.

  “Give me a fucking minute,” he growled. I clenched my fist, my nails digging into my palm. I used the pain to ground myself so I wouldn’t lose it and either cry or cuss him out. “Fuck it,” he finally snarled. I flinched. I felt Olivia’s hand come to rest on my back, offering her silent support. “What the hell were thinking?!” he roared. “You know she’s being rushed to the ER?”

 

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