Chapter 22
Big John
I had a feeling that I knew why Daisy was suddenly pissed at me--jealousy as green as her eyes, which had been focused on me like twin rays of destruction. I wondered if she knew that her reaction to a non-existent issue turned me the fuck on. I guessed at what she was thinking, and her thoughts of me with another woman turned my woman into a tigress. It fucking turned me hard, because it revealed that she thought of me as belonging to her. My dick was hard enough to break concrete, and all because of her reaction. A jealous Daisy was sexy as hell, and I was sure that me calling Charlie sweetheart had tipped her over the edge.
Charlie and I were old friends, and had been long before she’d become a cop, but her association with the club had nothing to do with me. She had once been tight with BK, so tight that it had shocked all of us when he’d turned her loose. He didn’t talk about it, but rumors had circulated that it had to do with her career choice. Who the fuck knew, except for BK and Charlie?
“If you think you’re going to fuck me−”
I pushed her up against my truck and caged her in with my arms. “You’re jealous,” I grinned down into her flushed face.
“And you’re turned on!” she said in an accusing tone, making a half-hearted effort to push me away.
I snorted. “Babe, I’m always turned on when you’re around.”
“That’s bullshit!” she said with feeling. “You didn’t get a hard-on until Charlie showed up.”
I laughed heartily at that. Daisy’s face turned redder, but it was the sheen of unshed tears in her eyes that gutted me. I suddenly realized the gravity of the situation for her. It was sobering. “Babe, there’s never been anything between me and Charlie. We’re old friends.” I moved in closer, hearing the catch in her breath. “I got a fucking hard-on when I realized what you were thinking about her and me. It fucking means a lot to me to know you don’t like the thought of me with another woman, that you want me for yourself.” The softness of her curves against me finally won out, and I slammed my mouth down on hers.
Like the strike of a match, the flame between us flared fast and out of control. I ground my dick against her lower belly, letting her feel what she was doing to me, and no one else. All the other women in my past had been unimportant, merely outlets to relieve stress. Just that. Daisy made me feel so fucking much that sometimes it scared me. The thought of her being hurt, the image of the gun to her head, had nearly paralyzed me. But she’d proven she was strong and resourceful, and had created a solution that had allowed me to act.
I was fucking proud of her. Proud that I had a woman who was intelligent and didn’t fold at the first sign of trouble. I wanted to claim her right then and
there,
to
show her who owned her. I ground my mouth over hers, slipping my tongue inside, tasting the sweet nectar inside, swallowing her moans. I groaned deeply, taking her bottom lip between my teeth, and then sucking the sting away. Gradually, I pulled away. We were both breathing heavily, clinging to each other for support.
“I’m still not going to let you fuck me in the truck.”
Her sass brought a sharp bark of laughter up my throat. I rested my forehead against hers. “Baby, let’s get one thing clear. When I want to fuck you, I will, no matter where we are.” My words made her tremble, which told me that she wasn’t exactly opposed to it. “It doesn’t fucking matter if it’s in the truck, on a park bench, in the club bar, or in a bed. Nothing will keep me from sliding my dick inside your tight pussy.”
“God, you have a filthy mouth,” she said, but I saw the trembling smile on her mouth.
“And you fucking love it.” Customers began filing out of the diner, but I ignored them. “I bet you’re wet right now just thinking about it.”
“You’re a cocky devil. You sound so sure of yourself.”
She gave me a shove, and I backed up with a smirk. “Prove it.”
Her cheeks colored.
“Hey, you two--” We both glanced over at Charlie, who was walking toward her cruiser. “No hanky panky in the parking lot,” she smiled.
I acknowledge her with a wave, and then opened the truck door. As Daisy climbed, in I helped her with a hand to her bottom. She didn’t need the help, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. Before she sat down I ran my index finger between her legs, right over the core of her. Jesus, she was hot as sin down there. She gasped and shot me a glare, which only made me grin. I shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
I closed my door and looked over at her. “You going to prove it?” I teased.
“Nope,” she said smugly. I didn’t miss the amusement in her eyes. “It will give you something to think about on the ride home.”
Little witch! The thought of her wet pussy kept me hard as stone all the way back to Daisy’s place. All I could think about was fucking the hell out of her, and when we pulled into her drive it was still on my mind. I turned off the truck and turned toward her. “Is your salon open today?” I was already reaching for her.
“Not on Sundays and Mondays,” she explained, straddling my lap like I wanted her to do. “Why? You going to ravish me?” she teased.
“Hell, yeah, woman.” I kissed her, slipping my hands beneath her sweater and running them up her torso to her tits. With a grunt of frustration, I pushed her bra up and out of the way, taking her warm flesh in my hands and squeezing. I tore my mouth from hers and latched on to a nipple. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Daisy moaned and arched back, thrusting her tits out with eager passion. Her hands sank into my hair as she held me against her. The scrape of her nails sent sparks of electricity down my body to my dick, causing me to lose control. I couldn’t get enough of her fragrant, warm flesh, and moved back and forth between loving her tits and sucking on her neck. Her heavy sweater kept getting in the way of what I wanted, and I finally lifted it up over her head, tossing it aside.
“Oh, God, Big John!” she panted, clenching her nails into my shoulders, grinding her covered sex against the ridge of my hard dick.
The friction sent us both into a frenzy of hungry need. I reached for the snap to her jeans, ripping her pants open and sinking my hand between her legs. She was sopping wet, just as I’d expected. I buried a finger deep inside of her, feeling her swell and clench around it.
“Fuck!” she cried, jerking wildly. She sank her teeth into my neck as I worked her clit with my thumb.
I hissed at the sting, adding another finger inside her cunt as punishment, but Daisy’s reaction revealed that it was anything but. Her hips rocked steadily against my thrusting fingers, and it was clear that my woman had one hot thought on her mind. The truck windows fogged up with our heavy panting, and we were producing our own heat inside. Her breathing picked up, and then she was coming undone around me, drenching my fingers and hand with her cream.
“Big John!” she cried out, convulsing against me. I didn’t let up, even when I felt her pleasure peak and her body gradually begin to come down.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.” I reluctantly pulled my hand out of her pants. It was glistening. “Look at all this delicious cream, baby.” She leaned back, meeting my eyes with heavily dazed orbs of her own. I put a finger against her lips, spreading her essence so she could taste herself, and then I sucked my fingers clean, groaning.
I watched her tongue come out and lick the pearly substance off her lips. Fuck, that was hot! I almost lost my load right then and there, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I reached between us to free my dick. “Help me, babe.” I dug out a condom and handed it to her. As she fumbled with the package to get it open, I palmed my dick, giving it a few strokes. Pre-cum was running down the side, and right before Daisy slipped the condom on she bent forward and ran her tongue from the base of my dick up to the head. The small puddle of cum on her tongue disappeared when she brought her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed.
Fucking hell! I barely waited for her to get the condom on before I lifted her and brought her down onto my dick. Her long moan of pleasure filled the cab, mingling with my deeper groan of satisfaction. Once I was seated deep inside of her I stretched out as much as the cab would allow, which put the head of my dick right up against a barrier. My balls were in heaven, smothered beneath the warm mounds of her soft ass. I pulled out and thrust up hard, hearing her breath hitch. “Ride me, babe.” I reached forward for her tits.
With a seductive smile spreading across her face, Daisy began to move. “I can’t believe we’re doing this in my driveway in the truck, in broad daylight.” She rested her palms against my chest as she moved up and down.
“If it wasn’t thirty-four degrees outside and covered in snow we’d be doing this on my bike,” I said with smug confidence.
“I don’t know about that,” she said, quivering, glancing outside the fogged-up windows as though she were afraid that someone driving by could see us. She didn’t have to worry, neighbors were few and far between, and only the occasional vehicle traveled down the country road. She wiggled her hands beneath my shirt and cut and raked her nails over my pecs.
“Scratch me with those claws, woman,” I growled, taking her waist in my hands to control her speed. The urge to come was making my balls ache with tightness. With a husky laugh she clawed at me, running her nails down my abs and back up again. Pushing my clothes out of the way, she leaned down and attacked my nipples. “Holy shit!” I swore, lifting my butt off the seat and arching into her. Since my reaction forced her to sit up I bottomed out, jabbing against something deep in her.
From the look on her face and the sounds she was making, whatever I’d done was not hurting her. She was hot and swollen around my dick, her muscles squeezing me with little pulses that pulled the come from my balls. I wanted to hold off, to prolong the pleasure. I wanted to change positions and take her from behind, claim her pussy and her ass, show her that she was mine.
That all of her was mine.
I released her waist and leaned my head back, deciding to just enjoy her possession, to let her set the pace. It didn’t take long before I felt her grinding her pelvis against mine every time she sank down onto my dick, and I realized that she was working herself up into another orgasm. I grinned inside and reached forward, instinctively finding her little clit. It was swollen and hard as a diamond, and the instant I flicked it Daisy lost control.
Nails tearing skin.
Hands clenching into muscle.
Hearts pounding as one.
Wet bodies slapping together.
The inevitable happened, and there was no stopping the hot cum that jetted forcefully from my balls and shot down my dick. I couldn’t take any more of the sweet friction of our bodies joining and grinding against each other, knowing that the only woman that I wanted, that I craved, that I would ever call mine, was sharing the insanely intense moment of fucking release. I filled the condom surrounding my dick, wondering what it would feel like to fill Daisy’s pussy instead, to see my seed leak out of her instead of flushing it down the toilet.
That erotic image fucking turned me on, but it scared the shit out of me, too.
We collapsed onto each other, panting, covered in sweat, convulsing through our orgasms as it claimed us completely, totally lost as all control was taken and used against us.
I’d never felt so fucking satisfied.
Or open to risk.
For the first fucking time in my life, I hadn’t been aware of my surroundings, not even slightly. I hadn’t looked beyond the sexy woman that had been grinding on my lap. Giving Daisy that kind of power over me was dangerous as fuck, for both of us. I’d fucked in public before, but a part of me had always remained detached from the woman and conscious of what was happening around me. Just being a member of Phantom Riders put a mark on my back, and there were plenty of clubs out there that would like bragging rights for fucking up a club enforcer. They might not kill me, but they sure as fuck could mess me up.
I didn’t even want to think about what that could mean for Daisy.
Those thoughts didn’t have a place in what was going on with me and Daisy right then, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I pushed the nagging feeling that I’d fucked up aside. I’d just have to be more careful in the future, because I sure as hell wasn’t giving her up. She filled a void in me that I hadn’t known I had. She was perfect for me, and I was going to do everything in my power to be the man that she needed in her life.
I would do everything in my power to make her see that we belonged to each other.
After a few minutes we calmed down, and Daisy sat up with a bewitching smile on her face. The glaze of desire still simmered in her eyes, and there was a warm flush on her cheeks that hinted at what we’d been doing. My gaze dropped to her tits. I couldn’t help myself as I reached to take their weight into my hands.
“I fucking love your tits, baby.” I gave them both a squeeze before tweaking her extended nipples. She shivered wildly. “Cold?” I smirked.
“Freezing!” she replied, a tease in her eyes.
“Liar!” I rasped, leaning forward to taste her. “I could spend a lifetime sucking these little jewels.”
“You’re insatiable.”
She scraped my scalp with her nails, holding me against her swollen flesh. “When it comes to you, guilty.”
Jesus, my dick was getting hard again, but I wasn’t going to fuck Daisy again out there in the cold. My hands crept up to the side of her face, cupping her cheeks. She met me halfway for a brief, hard kiss.
“I think it’s time we−”
If there was one thing I knew, it was the sound of a bullet breaking glass and flying past too fucking closely. Someone had taken a shot at us, breaking the passenger side window. Thanks to the fogged-up windows, I was only able to make out the blurry image of a black vehicle moving past the house at a crawl. I had a split second to push Daisy down onto the floor
board for cover before another shot sounded out, and then the vehicle was spinning off.
“Big John!” she screamed, covering her head as more glass shattered around us.
Her discarded clothes were on the seat next to me and I reached for them, tossing them down at her. “Stay down!” I ordered, reaching for the gun at my back before realizing that the police had confiscated it. In the next instant I reached over her head and opened the glove box, reaching for my backup. I cocked it, crouching low and half over Daisy. We were sitting ducks. If Daisy hadn’t been there I would have taken off after the vehicle. Soon it was down the road and disappearing out of sight.
“Fuck it,” I snarled, reaching for my phone. “Fuck!” I hit my VP’s number.
“What is it, bro?” Rock asked at the other end.
“Daisy and I were just shot at, outside her house. Black vehicle heading your way. I think it might be a caddy.”
“On it!”
We disconnected. I glanced down to see my woman trying to dress while still crouched on the floor. She was shaking like a leaf. Her panicked gaze was on the gun in my hand, and tears were building in her eyes. There was glass in her hair and on the floor around her from where the passenger window had been shot out. Jesus, had the shooter been after her?
“Babe−”
“I’m okay,” she said. “Just scared.” A shaky smile spread across her lips, which was still wet and swollen from my kiss. “And cold.”
“You can come up now.” She took the hand I offered.
“Did you see anything?”
“A black vehicle riding away,” I explained, picking glass out of her hair. “I think it was the same fucking Cadillac I saw around here the other day.” I pulled the condom off my dick and tied it off, stuffing it in my pocket until I got to a bathroom. Then I did up my pants.
Several thoughts hit me at once as I pulled myself together--Charlie’s odd comment earlier about Daisy’s ex, and the things Daisy had told me about him. My gut told me that we might be dealing with the fucking asshole. Only why now? They’d been divorced for a year. I intended to find out, after I got her inside where it was safe. Hopefully my brothers would catch up to him down the road, unless he turned off on one of the many side roads between here and there and disappeared.
Once she was dressed I opened my door and got out. “Come this way, babe, there’s less glass.” I held my hand out to her. It did something to me when she placed her small hand trustingly into mine. I pulled her from the truck into my arms, holding her against me for a minute before letting her down. “We’ll find out who did this.”
“Do you think it was someone with a grudge against your club?”
I held her gaze for a minute. “Good question. Let’s get inside where it’s warm, okay?” She unlocked the door, we went in, and when she turned to lock the door behind us, I stopped her. “I expect a couple of my brothers to show up,” I said by way of explanation. I nudged her in the direction of upstairs.
“Are we going to call the police?” she asked, bending to remove her boots.
My gaze fell to her shapely ass. “You know the answer to that.”
She stood and turned back to me. “So, Phantom Riders never call the cops?”
“Not as long as it’s something we can handle. Which is most of the time.” I reached up to remove another fragment of glass from her hair, frowning when I saw a small nick on her cheek. “Maybe you’d better take those clothes off and shake out your hair to get rid of the glass.” I held up the piece I’d removed.
It was as if seeing the glass made her understand fully what we’d just gone through, making it all too real. I saw the fear in her eyes right before she fell apart. As she crumbled, I wrapped my arms around her, mindful of any glass, and carried her to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of her bed and she automatically curled up on my lap, burying her face against my chest. I let her weep, realizing that she needed to release the emotions she was feeling in response to being shot at, that anyone would. She needed to get it out, and I was sure that her brave front earlier had been at a price.
She wept quietly, only releasing an occasional sob. I stroked her hair, giving her time, not sure what else to do. I was at a loss, uncomfortable with offering comfort. But her fear tore my heart out, and I knew that I would hold her for as long as she needed me to. It turned out that it wasn’t all that long. After a few minutes, her shaking calmed, the crying ceased, and her tears dried up. She sniffed a few times before pulling back and looking up at me. Her eyes were bright and swollen, her nose red, her cheeks blotchy, and I’d never seen anyone so beautiful.
“I think I got snot on your shirt,” she admitted in a weak voice.
I couldn’t stop the full-bodied laughter from shaking through me. “Baby, after all the body fluids we’ve exchanged, a little snot is nothing.” That reminded me about the condom in my pocket.
She turned instantly red. “You’re terrible, Big John.” A small smile belied her remark, and I could see that she felt better for getting it out.
“Get cleaned up, babe.” She slipped off my lap and I got to my feet. “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
I kissed her forehead and turned to leave, stopping at the bathroom to flush the used condom.