I’ve only been back a few days and sticking close to Daphne’s apartment. I’ve been enjoying time with her and Zane, but today it’s back to reality. Daphne took Zane to school this morning, and then she went back to work. I’m headed to the compound to get caught up on what’s been happening since I’ve been gone.
It was one of the best weekends of my life, getting to know my son, spending time with him, and getting to be his dad. I’m a dad! A deep seeded feeling of fulfillment settles within me.
Where do I start with Daphne? She’s crazy, funny, sexy, and so much more. It’s been amazing falling asleep with her in my arms and waking up to her beautiful face. I’m getting to learn new things she likes now…and remembering the things she liked from when we were growing up. The most fun has been getting to explore her body and finding new places and ways that make her beg for more.
I pack up the last of my belongings in my room at the clubhouse but leave the box sitting on the bed. I open the door and walk out to the hallway.
“Doc, just in time for church,” Hanger tells me.
I follow everyone to chapel and take my seat, looking around the room. I notice Gunner and Tink are missing. I’m glad my other brothers, Romeo, Pretty Boy, and Hunter, made full recoveries after getting shot. I’ve replayed the events of that day over and over in my head, and I think I need to mention something to Hanger. At my party the other night, everyone left club business alone to enjoy ourselves, but now it’s time to address the situation.
“As most of you know, Hacker finally tracked Deuce down in Topeka, but I’m going to repeat some of this to catch Doc up. He’s been laying low, building a club. Gunner and Tink have gone undercover. They left yesterday, but Gunner called last night to inform us that Tink has gotten in with the Four Kings. He’s now acting as a prospect for the club and discovered Deuce is continuing to build his army in order to take us out. He’s not being careful who he lets in, which works in our favor.”
I speak up, “Any word on what went down with the ambush?”
Hanger shakes his head. “No. All we know is that our Oklahoma brothers were also ambushed. We lost brothers that day and we are still trying to figure out what happened.”
I sit back in my seat and tap my knuckles on the table. “Have you thought about a rat?”
Everyone’s eyes snap in my direction. Bear addresses my question. “That’s some accusation, Doc. I wouldn’t be sayin’ shit like that unless you have a fuckin’ leg to stand on.”
“Pretty sure I have two legs, Bear.” My eyes bore into his before my attention drifts to Hanger. “I’ve had three months to think about that day. When I went back in that barn, a body was positioned to make it look like he was the person that fired and one of us took him out. There was a trail of blood that led to the back of the barn. Hanger, you were the last person I saw go back there.”
Hanger cuts me off. “Hold on one fuckin’ minute…” His eyes narrow, he points his finger in my direction. “Are you trying to insinuate that I’m a fuckin’ rat?”
I sit up in my seat and slam my hands down on the table staring into the eyes of my president. “I’m insinuating someone in this club is.” We stare intensely at each other, willing the other to back down, but neither of us does. “Why did the supplier come in guns blazing unless they knew what our plan was?”
“Enough!” Hacker’s deep tone booms through the room. “You lost your Army buddy, Doc, we all realize that, but you haven’t been here for the last few months. Don’t come in now, trying to rip this club apart.”
I sit back in my seat and address Hacker. “You think I’m trying to rip this club apart? I’m trying to make all of you open your fucking eyes.” I stand and walk out of church, slamming the door behind me. I storm out of the clubhouse, straddle my Harley, and ride to my Ol’ Lady. They might think I’m fucking crazy, but I know what the fuck I’m talking about. Sooner rather than later, they’ll know it too. It still pisses me off that they would doubt me, but who wants to believe that one of your own is a fucking traitor and has betrayed you?
I walk into Runaway Tattoo. Audrey is sitting behind her desk. “Hey, Doc.” She smiles up at me for a second before looking back down at whatever she was doing.
“Hey, Audrey.” I continue walking back to Daphne’s office.
I open the door. She’s sitting behind her desk, but she looks up at me with a smile. “Hey, Devon, what are you doing here? I thought you were spending the day at the compound?” Her brows knit down probably because of the intense expression on my face.
“I was, but I had to come see you.” I walk over to her, hold my hand out for her to take, and help her stand up. “Do you remember what I said the last time we were in here?”
Her lips part, she blinks a few times, and nods.
“Take ‘em off and bend over.” I’m referring to her fishnet hose and the black lace panties she put on this morning, as well as her knee-high black boots. She looks sexy as hell with them on, but I need to release some of this tension I have building.
“Devon,” My name falls from her lips.
“Off now!” I demand.
She bites her bottom lip. “What about Audrey?”
My brow cocks. “Do you really give a fuck if she’s out there? ‘Cause I sure as fuck don’t.”
I stand behind her, grab a handful of hair, and yank her head back. “Off now. I’m not gonna tell you again. Five Seconds. That’s how long you have to get them off before I shred them from your body.” I whisper into her ear.
She quickly gets to work, removing the offending items, and then splays her hands on top of her desk. Her ass is bare except for the black skirt she’s wearing, and the sight makes my cock harder than it already was. I unzip my jeans, push them down my thighs, and run my finger through her wet pussy. I line my head up with her entrance and drive into her all the way to the hilt.
She moans loudly and grabs for something to hold onto. I pump in and out, every methodical stroke I deliver is rough and has her on her toes. Our sounds of pleasure fill the room, and she grows closer with me following behind.
I hear Audrey yelling at someone. Picking up my pace, I deliver hard driven pushes inside of her, both of us chasing our much-needed release.
The office door slams open, I stop all movements, and both of us stare at the now open door. Audrey has her hand covering her mouth and that fucking asshole ex of Daphne’s is standing next to Audrey. “I’m sorry. I tried to stop him,” Audrey apologizes.
I pull out of Daphne, pull up my jeans, and zip them up. Daphne stands.
The cunt opens his mouth, “You never screamed for me like that.”
I rush toward him, my hand around his throat, and I slam him against the wall in her office. He didn’t have a chance to get away, even if he wanted to. His shit-eating grin slowly disappears the longer he’s without air, and his face begins to turn deeper shades of red by the second. I grit through my teeth, my eyes showing him how deadly serious I am, “You have one fucking chance to run. If I catch you, it’s a done deal.”
He nods.
I release his neck, he coughs for a few seconds, grabs his throat, and runs out of the office.
I turn back toward Daphne and Audrey, who is now standing next to Daphne, both with their arms across their chests and narrowed eyes. “What?” They’re both looking at me like I’m the one who did something wrong.
“You didn’t lock the door?” Daphne screeches at me.
I shrug. “I guess I forgot. I wasn’t expecting your ex to bust in. What the fuck was he doing here anyway?”
She mimics my shrug. “How would I know? He’s showed up at the apartment and called a few times, but I didn’t ever talk to him.”
I stare at her exasperated. “And you’re just now telling me?”
She throws her arms in the air. “I didn’t think it was an issue.”
“How is your ex showing up or calling not a fucking issue?” I ask harshly.
“Are we having our first fight?” She bites her bottom lip to keep from laughing.
“This isn’t funny,” I tell her, but my anger starts to dissolve. “At least, I know he can’t put it down like me,” I smirk.
Audrey and Daphne both bust out laughing. “No, he definitely can’t do that,” Audrey replies. “Next time wait until I’m at lunch. It sounded like you were trying to kill the poor girl.”
“Bye, Audrey.” Daphne pushes her toward the door in a joking manner.
When it’s just Daphne and me, I ask, “You wanna give me a tattoo? I need the distraction before I track that fucker down. We’ll finish what we started later. I should kill the fucker just for interrupting.”
“Devon!” Daphne slaps my arm. “Come on.” She takes my hand leading me to a tattoo room. I sit in the chair while she starts to get her stuff ready. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know. I trust you.”
“I’ll be right back.” She walks out of the room and comes back a few minutes later with a stencil in her hand. “I drew this right after I saw you again that first time. I think it would be perfect. Take your shirt off.”
I remove my shirt without fear of her reaction and lay it on the side of the chair. She takes a razor and shaves the fine hairs on my pec, then applies the stencil.
Not long into the outline, she’s dipping the needle into the black ink, when all of a sudden, there’s a loud crash. “The fuck?” I shout. Both of us jump up, I put my shirt back on, and we rush out to the front where Audrey is hiding behind her desk. A brick lays on the floor and the big window is busted out.
“What the hell happened?” Daphne asks running over to Audrey, pulling her friend into her arms. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.” Audrey’s voice is trembling and her body is shaking. “It was Brad. He threw the brick through the window.”
I run outside trying to see if he’s still out here. I scan the surrounding area, but he’s gone, so I go back inside. “I want all of his information.”
“What are you going to do?” Daphne asks still holding onto Audrey, but I can see she is scared too.
“I’m going to make him regret fucking with my Ol’ Lady.”
The tattoo will have to wait.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I get Hacker’s number in my contacts and give him a call.
“You got some fuckin’ balls callin’ me right now. Leavin’ church like that and makin’ accusations about one of our brothers.”
“Shut the fuck up, Hacker. This don’t have shit to do with earlier. Daphne’s ex just busted out the front window of her shop. I need his address and to track his phone.”
“Christ, what’cha got?”
I give him the information Daphne rambles to me, and within an hour, I find out where he’s at.
* * *
I park my bike next to his shitty crotch rocket, pull my blade from my pocket, and slash both of his tires. I kick it over onto its side and carve YOU BETTER RUN into the paint. I search the bike until I find his brake line, cutting it into two pieces, along with the gas line. Satisfied for now, I put my blade back in its holder on my side and I straddle my Harley, heading back to Runaway Tattoo.
When I walk, inside there’s no trace of any broken glass on the floor, but I make a mental note to call tomorrow and have the window replaced. A headlight shines inside. I turn to see Hunter just pulling into the parking lot. I don’t wait for him like I normally would. He probably doesn’t want to speak to me right now either.
I stride to Daphne’s office, open the door, joining her and Audrey. “Hunter just pulled up outside.” Audrey jumps up from her seat and runs out to meet him without so much as a goodbye. My eyes meet Daphne’s. “You ready to go home?”
“Nah, not yet. Let’s finish the tattoo.” She stands, I follow her back into the tattoo room. She disposes of the stuff she was using and sets up a clean work area.
A few hours in, Daphne takes a break to call her mom, asking her to pick up Zane, but afterward, she gets right back to the tattoo. My eyes have stayed glued on her, watching every move she’s made. You can see how much she loves tattooing by the way her eyes shine when the piece starts coming together. When she is so entranced in the tattoo, her brows knit together and she bites her lip. I always thought she was destined for something great, but witnessing her working, this is her, this is her greatness, this is her destiny.
When she hits the foot pedal, shutting the machine off, she lays it down on the table, and I know we are finished. “Go take a look,” she ordered.
I stand, stretching my legs and walk over to the mirror. I’m taken aback by what I’m looking at. The detail in the heart and the dog tags is incredible. It actually looks like my chest is ripping open and the chain on the dog tags is squeezing the heart. It’s unreal, beautiful, and perfect.
When I turn back around, Daphne is standing in front of me completely bare. She looks down for a moment, then meets my eyes. “You have shown me your insecurities, now I want to show you mine.”
Slowly, step by step, I get closer to her. “You’re beautiful.”
“My stomach is nowhere near flat, my thighs are huge, my breasts aren’t perky. I’ve never let anyone except you see me in the light, completely vulnerable.”
I crouch down in front of her, kissing both of her thighs, kissing her stomach. I raise up some and kiss her ample tits. I repeat, “You’re beautiful.” My lips softly touch her collarbone, her jaw, the side of her neck, and up to her ear. I whisper, “The flaws you see in yourself are what makes you even more flawless in my eyes.”
She reaches between us, undoing my jeans and pushing them down along with my boxer briefs. “We are two imperfect beings connected by an invisible cord, drawing our souls together. And together, we are perfect.” My lips find Daphne’s as soon as the last word flows from her.
Pulling her with me, I sit on the edge of the chair, legs spread so she can stand between them. I reach down, dragging my finger through her wet pussy. I love how responsive her body is, and how she’s always ready.
Breaking from the kiss, I tell her, “Get on top and ride my cock.” She obeys and when she is straddling me, her hand fists my cock lining up to opening as she begins to sink down. “Fuck!” I groan at how fucking amazing she feels.
I grip her hips tightly as she sets her rhythm. I lean up taking one of her hard-rosy nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting her flesh.
Her moans intensify the deeper she takes me in and the faster her movements become. “It’s so deep,” She cries.
“So, fucking good.” I continue letting her have control for a little while longer until I can’t take it anymore. I reach around, holding her ass to me, and begin thrusting upward, going even deeper. She screams out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, but I keep giving her long hard strokes.
Her walls clench around me tighter and tighter, letting me know she’s close. It drives me on, and I pound into her harder than ever, and with each push in and out, the tingling feeling in my spine intensifies. My legs begin to shake, her nails dig into my flesh, and I yell, “Now.” We both release into earth quaking orgasms.
Our breaths are short pants, our bodies are sweaty, and I swear to Christ, I have no energy left in my body.
“Jesus, Devon.” She breathes hard against my chest.
“Fucking amazing!”
“We have to get Zane, but I don’t think I can move.” She laughs.
“Me either.” I shake my head.
We stay right where we are for a while longer until we can finally stand on our legs. After cleaning up, I follow her on my bike to her mom’s house to get our son before we go home for the night.