I’M SURPRISED I can’t see the steam coming out of Tanner’s ears at this point. Her body is so fucking tight, and from the way she clenches and unclenches her hands, she is itching to take out some frustrations. By the look of it, on Dagger.
Sure, seeing your father getting sucked off by some random momma will leave someone not in the life a bit pissed off. But if she goes off halfcocked, she’ll realize quickly who her father really is, and that would fuck with both of them.
I know I shouldn’t care, but the weird thing is, I do. I actually care that they are about to fuck up their relationship before it starts.
“You,” she growls, turning in my arms to face Dagger.
I tighten my grip on her, feeling in my gut that she’s planning on lunging at any time. I won’t allow that, but stopping her mouth is another obstacle.
“What?” Dagger shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest.
Dagger is who he is. No one, not even his little girl, is going to change that shit. I’ve been with him here in the club for twenty something years. Dagger is Dagger. She’s gonna have to learn the true him if she wants any part of him in her life.
“How could you just get your …?” Tanner trails off, swallowing deep, then resumes. “Penis sucked in front of a group of guys?” Her arms flail in the air as she speaks. “I don’t know what’s worse: you getting a blow job in front of a group of men or the fact that it was such a normal thing not one person even gave you a second glance.” Tanner huffs as she tries to pull away from me, but I refuse to let her go.
“I needed to get off, and that’s what they’re here for,” Dagger says, only infuriating Tanner more.
“No wonder my mother wanted to get me away from here, away from you,” she spits out. For once in his life, Dagger looks as if Tanner just smacked him across the face with a two-by-four. I never thought I would see the day that happened. “Having sex in public while people watch, not caring one bit … She knew she was better than this garbage.”
Dagger goes from shocked to pissed in a nanosecond, taking a step closer. Fuck.
“Listen here. I would have given your mother—”
“What?” Tanner jumps in. “Just like you have that Flash chick? Is she your wife, and you just come here to get your rocks off?” Tanner’s fingernails bite into the skin of my forearm, but I don’t release her. That would be one of the worst things I could do at this moment.
I take a step back, putting the two out of arm’s reach.
“I’m a grown-ass man; I’ll do what the hell I want, when I want. You or anyone else is gonna tell me any different,” Dagger shoots back, pointing to his chest.
“I’m not telling you what to do. I just can’t believe my mother still loves you after knowing all of this.” Tanner’s arm flies out as she waves her arm, motioning to the clubhouse.
“Your mother almost married a man who beat the shit out of her. I never touched a hair on that woman’s head out of anger,” Dagger fires back.
“She never said you did. Hell, I didn’t even know you existed.”
“Sugar, that street goes both ways.”
Tanner lets out a huge, long breath, the muscles in her body losing some of the starch. “Look, I need to get my mom to eat something. The sooner I get her better, the sooner we’ll be gone and out of your hair.” She grabs my arm again. “Let me go.”
I step back as she grabs the can from the shelf, turns her back, and strides out into the main kitchen.
“Fuck me,” Dagger says, running his hand over his face. “Never in a million years seen this coming. Shit, she’s a firecracker.” He shakes his head in silent reflection. “Should have known. Mearna’s one, too.” Dagger looks almost glum, and that is not like him one bit.
“You wanna talk about it?” I ask.
“Nah, I’m good.” He runs his hand over his neck. “Gotta head out for a bit. Need to ride.” He leaves hastily. That’s typical Dagger, though. When shit gets tough, he rides it out. He’ll come back better.
I stride into the kitchen, locating Tanner quickly as she sticks a bowl in the microwave, pushing the buttons to turn it on. She looks over at me, frustration written all over her face, then drops her head.
“I shouldn’t have yelled at him.” She shakes her head, her arms resting on the counter to hold up the weight of her body. “I don’t even know the man. Why do I care?”
“Well, you care because he’s your father. All the other shit, you’re gonna need to talk to Princess or one of the other ol’ ladies about.”
Her head rises just as the buzzer beeps on the microwave. She pulls it out and steps away. “I need to go help my mom.”
I want to grab her arm as she leaves, but I’m not a dick enough to want to her hurt by the hot liquid that could spill if I do.
I told her earlier an hour, but when I went in to get her, she was sleeping so fucking peaceful next to her mother I didn’t wake her. The worry that she seems to carry around with her all the time had been wiped from her face.
The way she takes care of her mother, not having one selfish act with her, is unbelievable. I never had another human being give a shit about me until I joined Ravage, and the fact that Tanner gives with her whole heart … I shake my head.
I let her sleep before, but now I’ll give her thirty minutes to get her mother sorted, and then I’m going in after her.
I grab a beer and sidle up to the bar, taking a long swig and lighting a smoke. Breaker comes through, giving me a chin lift and walking to the pantry to grab food.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Buzz. He’s getting close to cracking the computer, so I’m getting him something to keep him going.”
I lift my chin in response and take a pull from the bottle.
A strong hand clamps on my shoulder. “How’s it going?” Pops asks with a wide smile.
I’ll never forget what Pops did for me all those years ago—taking in a punk kid who had nothing and giving him more than he ever thought possible.
“Fine.” And it is for the most part. My dick is hard as a rock, but other than that, nothing big.
“Chasing tail?” Pops asks with a chuckle.
I clench my fists. “I chase nothing.” That is totally true. I don’t, and I’m not starting now.
“Got news.” His smile disappears as he sits next to me on the stool, grabbing my full attention. “Tried to find Dagger, but Cruz said he took off on his bike.”
“Yeah, just missed him.”
“Cops are on their way down here to question Mearna and Tanner. Guess the little phone chat didn’t really go over with them. I knew a phone call wouldn’t be enough.” He and I both. “I need them to go to the safe house out on Marquette. I don’t want that shit on Ravage’s door. We gotta get them there tomorrow and settled a bit.”
“What about this car accident Tanner came up with?”
“I’ll have Tug and Breaker bust up the front of the car once you get them settled to make the story true. Mearna doesn’t have to say anything except follow along with Tanner’s story.” Pops reaches over and grabs a beer, twisting off the cap and tossing it to the trash. “Simple, right?” Right.
“Dagger taking them out?” I ask.
“Him and you. Tomorrow morning. Get it sorted,” he orders then rises from the seat.
Fuck.
I CAN’T HELP wanting Tanner underneath me. The way she deals with life head-on, fixing shit as she goes … The way she thought on her feet about what to tell the cops … How loving and protective she is toward her mother … Hell, she even shows me soft, which surprises the hell out of me.
I enter Dagger’s room where Mearna is sound asleep. I look in the bathroom, thinking that’s where I will find Tanner, but no such luck.
Walking down the hallway, the sounds from the main clubhouse echo throughout. I turn the handle on my room door to find it’s still locked. She’s nowhere. Where in the fuck is she?
I march through the main room, not seeing her, and then walk down the stairs to the basement where single room bunks are all around along with a big kids’ room. We are always prepared for lockdowns, bringing Ravage family here, protecting and keeping them safe. Lately, we’ve had too many of those, and I’m hoping, with whatever Buzz finds out, we won’t have the threat again.
Moving through the rooms, I hear the faint sound of crying from down the hall. I follow it to where the single rooms are located. Most of the doors are wide open, but one is just cracked, the faint sound of sniffles coming from the other side.
I open the door to find Tanner sitting on the floor, her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Her head is tucked down, and her whole body is shaking with sobs. She doesn’t look up or move as I step into the room. Fuck, I’m not good at this women crying bullshit. Fuck it.
I scoop her up off the floor, her head popping up with a gasp. Her eyes are rimmed in red with tears leaking down.
“What are you …?”
“Quiet,” I tell her as I sit down on the small twin bed in the room. She rests her head on my chest, and it takes a while for the sobs to soften. Only then do I speak. “Want to tell me why you’re down here crying?”
“No.”
I let out a small chuckle. Dagger sure was right about her being a firecracker.
“Tanner, what’s wrong?”
Now it is her turn to laugh, but it’s not happy. No, this is saddened to the point of hysterics.
“What’s wrong? Hmm … Okay. Let me see, Rhys.” The way she snips my name out pisses me the fuck off, but I got her talking. The sooner I figure out her problem, the sooner I can fuck her. “I killed someone. I’m on the run with my mother. My mother is hurt to the point of being doped up most of the time. I pretty much lied to the cops, pulling shit out of my ass that I have no idea how I came up with. Once she gets better, I’m pretty sure I’ll never be able to return home. She has no house, and no one will tell me what happened to my apartment. We have no money. I have no job. And I don’t know what in the hell I’m going to do!” By the last sentence, she has pulled away from my arms and is now sitting straight, looking at me like I’m the one losing my shit.
“Babe, it’ll all work out,” I tell her, which makes her cackle. Fuck, I hate that laugh.
“Sure. Just like magical fairies are going to come down, poop out rainbows, and make everything perfect and wonderful.”
I chuckle at her dramatics. “Stop being a smart ass.”
She rolls her eyes. “You don’t get it.”
“I get more than you think. You’ve got a lot of shit weighing on you and don’t know what to do. I get it. But you need to calm your shit so it can get better.”
“And how do you suppose I just forget everything that is wrong and make everything better?” she asks.
“Oh, I’ve got ways.”
Her eyes widen as she sucks in a breath.
I lean in and brush my lips slowly against hers. “I know lots of different ways, Sprite.”
Her entire body full-out shivers as I feel her heart thumping in her chest.
“Want me to make you forget?”
Her eyes search mine for a moment, a storm brewing inside of them. “Yes,” she whispers.
I waste not a second before kissing her, lifting her, and carrying her straight to my room. If I’m fucking her, I’m doing it in my damn bed.
I kick the door shut, turn her, and then press her against the door before lifting her hands above her head then slamming my lips to hers. The kiss is intense and brutal as hell, but she meets me at each turn, blowing my mind. She doesn’t struggle out of my grip and gives in, completely melting into me.
My free hand traces the curves over her body from breast to hip, her skin so fucking soft against my rough fingertips. Tanner shifts her feet as my hand goes under her shirt, feeling her warm skin as I painstakingly inch the shirt up. I break the kiss long enough to get the shirt over her head and off her body.
Her breasts are gloriously full and gorgeous.
Tanner continues to kiss me back, not protesting in the slightest. Good.
I unbutton her jean shorts and push them down over her beautiful hips. Then I step back abruptly, needing to see her. She moans at the loss, but doesn’t move her hands from above her head, even though I am no longer holding them there.
Tanner’s body is sexy as fuck. Sure, there are some bruises, but who gives a fuck? A light pink lace bra holds her breasts in place, and the matching underwear only makes me want to tear them off her body. A flower and butterfly tattoo expertly weaves up the side of her body. Fuck me.
Her chest rises and falls heavily, her eyes liquid. I’m gonna make her burn with need, burn to have me inside of her. Burn.
“On the bed,” I order.
Her eyes flicker as a pink tint forms in her cheeks. She hesitates then complies and climbs on the black comforter.
Watching her move that body is the biggest fucking turn on. The way her hips sway and that tight ass … My balls draw up tight, and it takes everything in me to will them down.
“Arms up.”
Tanner stills like some light went on in her head, and her body begins to coil as her thoughts begin to kick in. I move swiftly to the bed and place my lips on hers, kissing her deeply and hard. I need her to stop thinking and just feel.
Her hands come to my head, and I immediately grab them and put them above hers. I don’t let anyone touch my head. When I was younger, I couldn’t control that, now I can and refuse to be touched there. Tanner is too lost in the kiss to care. I feel each of her muscles relax before I pull away.
“Keep them there,” I demand.
She nods her head softly in compliance.
With my fingertips, I trace the side of her face, her neck, her collarbone, feeling her skin bump and shiver under my touch. I pull one breast out, tucking the wire under it to hold it up. Then I hold her flesh in my hand and begin to massage as Tanner’s body arches. Responsive little thing. Wait until I get to her nipples. I’m pretty sure I’ll have to tie her down to keep her still.
I trail my tongue on the same path my fingers just made and end up at her glorious tits. I am a tits and ass man. Fucking love that shit. The bigger and rounder, the fucking better, and Tanner has that shit in spades.
I lick all around her breast, not touching her pebbled nipple, as she groans in agony. Sucking her flesh in my mouth, I give her a small nip with my teeth, and her body jerks. She has no idea what I’m going to do to this beautiful body of hers.
When I touch just the tip of my tongue to the tip of her nipple and give it a small flutter, Tanner’s body wiggles.
“Settle,” I command.
“I can’t when you’re doing that,” she pants out.
I lift from her breast and search her eyes. They are dilated and on fire, just like the rest of her hot, little body. “I control this. You got me?”
She lets out a huff of air. “Control what?”
Sprite doesn’t even know she’s submitting. Fuck, now that’s a beautiful thing, natural, none of that fake shit that I can see a mile away just to fuck me.
“Sex. You do as I say.”
Her body stills at my words. “No. Sex is a give and take,” she combats.
I want to laugh, but refrain. She needs to know where I stand in this scenario.
“You’re right. I’m going to give you pleasure, and you’re gonna take it.”
“Rhys, I …”
I move up her body quickly and kiss her furiously. I keep going until her entire body melts into the mattress. I then pull away to find her eyes are still closed.
“Tanner?” Her eyes flutter open softly. “I control this. You do what I say. I’m making you forget,” I remind her.
“Okay,” she says so softly I almost don’t hear.
Her hands come back down to my neck.
“Tanner, do I need to tie your hands above your head, or can you keep them there?” I ask. Hell if I know what experience she has. She may have none and not know anything.
Her eyes widen. “Tie me?” She must have thought I was joking earlier. I sure as shit was not.
“Yeah, babe. You trust me to tie you up?”
Something flashes in her irises. “I’ll keep them up here.” She moves her hands back above her head and grabs on to the slats of the headboard. It’s good she doesn’t trust me, not yet, but she does follow directions well.
Using my mouth, tongue, and the scruff of my beard, I move down her body, my cock growing and aching in my jeans. I unlatch my jeans and kick them off, my dick instantly feeling relief from the pressure.
I’m a very controlled man, and the fact that Tanner is seriously testing it isn’t something I need to be thinking about right now.
I pull my shirt off and make my way between her legs where I rip her panties off before latching on to her clit, sucking hard as she bucks. I rest my arm over her hips, holding her down to the bed as I continue sucking with small nips in the process. She sets off like a rocket, screaming, but I don’t let up. Fuck that. I want her coming again before I take her.
“Rhys,” she pants, and my dick squeezes. Fuck, I need inside of her.
I make quick work of setting her off again, and as she erupts, I continue moving my fingers fast as my other hand puts the condom on.
“Sprite, get ready. I wanna draw this out, but can’t wait.”
Sliding inside of her is the heaven I know I don’t deserve. I shouldn’t be the one to have this right now, but I’m fucking taking it. I’ve never been a noble man and don’t plan on starting today.
The walls of her pussy clamp down on me, and I have to halt myself for a moment to hold my shit together. I can’t be coming like a fucking teenager.
“What are you …?” Her words stop as I thrust hard into her, feeling her so damn deep I’m pretty sure I may not ever want to fucking leave. “Please,” she begs.
I lose all control. It snaps like a rubber band. My hips move quickly while I latch on to her nipple and suck on it hard as her pussy squeezes me in response. Fuck, yes. I give her no reprieve, losing myself in Tanner.
I muffle her screams with my lips as her orgasm hits and mine follows. For long moments, we stay exactly like that, my lips only moving from her so I can breathe. Her pants turn me on, and I fucking want her again.
I pull out of her and roll off to the side. “Be back.” I clean up and come back to the bed.
Tanner’s eyes are closed, and her breathing is even. Fuck, she fell asleep. I climb into bed, pulling the covers over both of us then tucking her into my arms. I try not to think of why I’m doing this, allowing her slow breathing to carry me off to sleep.