Chapter Six
Having Stormy beneath him again, even biting and scratching, was the closest thing to heaven that Wes could imagine. Better than Eagle Crest on a warm summer’s day, better than his aunt’s biscuits after hard work.
Her warm, silky skin stole his control and Jesus Christ, was she wet for him. He moaned against her lips, and she answered by rocking upward.
He couldn’t strip her fast enough. They ripped at each other’s clothes. Her bra strap broke, sending them both giggling like teenagers. Then he had her spread before him.
“I’m going to fucking feast on this beautiful body,” he grated out.
Her hips swelled outward, perfect for filling his big hands. Her waist narrowed and then flared up to full breasts he couldn’t get enough of.
Bending over her, he took her nipple in his mouth. She sucked in a gasp and locked a hand over his nape to pull him down harder.
He flicked his tongue over the tip of her breast. A spasm hitting his groin as her nipple hardened for him.
“So fucking responsive. Tell me how it feels.” He grazed her nipple with his teeth, raising a shudder from her.
She twisted her fingers in his hair as he sucked at her nipple with strong pulls of his lips. “Feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”
“Like this?” He locked his gaze on hers while drawing on her taut bud. When he finished with a tongue swirl that made her eyes roll up in her head, he moved to the other with a satisfied smirk.
His balls throbbed and he couldn’t wait to bury himself deep in her wet heat. He wasn’t letting her leave this bed before he’d had his fill.
Starting with her nipples and ending with his face between her round thighs.
She watched him torment her other nipple, speaking in incoherent coos and moaned words. He moved to kissing the flat of her belly, and she arched off the bed. He grinned against her golden skin, working his way down to the treasure nestled between her thighs.
When his tongue met her sweetness, his cock hardened to full mast. Throbbing against the mattress, he fought down his own urges as he set to work.
Nibbling the creases of her inner thighs until she wriggled. Brushing kisses over her outer pussy lips until she writhed. All the time avoiding the place she most wanted him.
As impatient as ever, she grabbed him by the hair and pushed him toward her clit.
“Lick my pussy, Dirty. You’re not doing your job.”
“Oh, I think I’m doing a fucking great job.” He resisted teasing that bundle of nerves, watching desire play over her features.
“Dirty.” His name came out as a warning and a moan.
He let his breath wash over her neediest spot. “You want me to taste you here?” He lowered his head until he barely grazed her clit.
“Oh God!” She bucked upward, pressing her pussy into his mouth.
He took control, gripping her ass and feasting on her with tongue, lips and even applying pressure against her opening with his jaw.
“God, I love when you face-fuck me.”
“Less talk,” she mewled, inner thigh muscles twitching around his ears.
He slipped one finger into her soaking pussy. She cried out as he sank it deep, curling his fingertip up toward her inner wall and stroking her G-spot.
She vibrated with every stroke, and he felt her coming apart long before the rhythmic clench and release of her pussy began.
“Dirty… please. Faster! Yes!”
He pounded her and flattened his tongue over her straining nubbin, reveling in her flavors as she stiffened and started to pulsate.
Three hard contractions… four. She quivered under his mouth, but he didn’t let up his assault until he’d ripped three more contractions from her.
He lifted his head and pinned her with a wolfish grin.
“Get that condom on, Dirty. I can’t wait for you long.”
He pushed to his knees and gripped his cock at the base. Fisted it once, nice and slow, as she watched.
When she licked her thumb and ran the pad over his slit, he issued a guttural groan. Who the fuck was he kidding? He couldn’t resist her any more than she could him.
He grabbed that condom and rolled it into place in seconds. As he spread her legs wide and angled her body up to accept him, he looked into her eyes.
“Tell me you want me,” he rasped.
Her eyes, big, chocolate brown and burning with life, met his. “You know I do. Why do you think I got so mad about Kylie?”
“I haven’t touched anyone but you.” He dropped his forehead to hers. “I never pretend when I’m alone with you.” He took his cock in hand and rubbed the swollen head over her slick folds. His balls clenched tight to his body, aching with the need to feel her wrapped around his every inch.
Using her heel on his ass, she jerked him into her at the same moment she bucked up to meet him.
He sank balls-deep. Eyes closing on a prayer for control he couldn’t seem to find when he was with her.
She cupped his face and kissed his brow, his nose, his cheeks and finally his mouth. “Take me.”
There was something in those words that touched his heart, a warm lick against a cold, lonely chunk of granite.
He ground his hips, cock head rubbing her deepest point.
“Oh my God… please do that again.”
He did, watching her face contort with bliss.
Then he grabbed her hair in one fist and tilted her head back to suck the pulse hammering in her neck while pounding into her body. She clung to him, her pussy grabbing at his every stroke, and he was losing his goddamn mind.
In seconds, he was driving faster, harder, uncaring who heard his grunts or her screams as that familiar warm heat coiled at the base of his spine, telling him he was about to blow.
Reaching between their bodies, he pressed his thumb over her clit, helping her along.
In two more strokes, she was shaking in his hold with her release, and he spurted into her tight heat. Mind-numbing pleasure stole over him for God knew how long, and he came up for air to find her staring at him.
She brushed his heavy hair off his brow in that tender way she always did after coupling, but this time he saw something more in her gaze.
She was going to hate him, like all the other Bighorns, when he found the man he hunted and revealed who he truly was.
* * * * *
The big garage was packed with guys working on their bikes, tuning them up to ride. Looking around at the brothers, he felt part of it all.
His bike was parked toward the back, and the steel and chrome called to him. He’d never completely go back to pickups and horses now—he loved the speed and freedom of riding motorcycle.
And he loved the Bighorns. Which was why it was going to be so hard to capture Bonner.
The guys issued a rowdy guffaw of laughter, and he grinned at their antics. Ribbing the new club members was part of the feeling of family—something he missed with his cousins. Yeah, he needed to head to Eagle Crest and soon.
After what he planned to do to the Bighorns, he’d be banned anyway. It grated on him, but when he thought of Stormy, it sliced him deep. He had no idea how to keep her and do this job.
Sundance waved him over, and Wes angled through the bikes, scattered toolboxes and jugs of oil to reach the prez’s side.
“Mother Nature’s a fickle bitch in these mountains. Think the weather’ll hold out for the ride?” Wes leaned against the nearby wall and folded his arms.
Sundance gave a nod. “Better hold out or we’ll need more booze and women to occupy them all.”
Sundance stared at him.
“Somethin’s on your mind. Speak it,” Wes drawled out.
“You left mighty quickly yesterday and returned just as quick.”
Wes lifted a shoulder and let it fall. “Thought I needed to escape the confines of the club, but I realized I wasn’t wrong.”
Sundance eyed him. “Can’t help but wonder what a man like you’s searchin’ for.”
Wes kept up his lazy pose, but his heart picked up the pace. Last thing he needed was a group of bikers pissed off that he’d snowed them over more than the Wyoming winter.
Sundance continued to work, picking up various tools and tweaking his bike engine as he talked. “You came here searching for your mother’s story.”
“That’s true. And I see why she felt this club was home.”
“The brothers of this club all have stories too. Some worse than others, but we’ve all seen battle of some sort. I just wonder what you’ve seen.” Sundance’s blue eyes settled on Wes.
He pushed off the wall and crouched next to the bike where Sundance was working. “Seen some things, but like you said, not more than any other Bighorn.” What was he fishing for?
Sundance nodded again. “You’ve got other questions, though, which is why you leave. You’re searching for something.”
Yeah, fugitives.
He controlled his expression and counted his breaths to keep from giving himself away. These bikers may be his friends now, but as soon as they discovered he was using them, he wouldn’t last long.
And Stormy would hate him.
Wes gave a low chuckle. “Searching for the meaning of life, you mean? Shit like that?”
Sundance’s mouth twisted in his idea of a smile. “Was thinking more about searching for your pa.”
Wes’s spine snapped straighter. “My father?”
“Yeah, you’ve never been told who he is, right?”
Now his mouth was dry and his heart thundering. He tried for some semblance of nonchalance. “That’s right. You know him?”
Sundance dropped his wrench into the toolbox. “Nah. He wasn’t anybody I knew. Your momma was knocked up when she came to us. On the run, like someone was chasing her, but I always suspected it was her personal demons and not a true threat.”
“So my father was outside the club.”
“Yep.” He nodded again. Always nodding, like his neck was on a spring. “She had some demons, your momma, but far as I know, she never confided in anybody. She’d be proud of you, Dirty. We like havin’ ya around too.” He grinned at Wes, and a huge wave of relief splashed over his system.
He handed Sundance the wrench he was digging around for. “Thanks, I like bein’ a Bighorn.”
“Doesn’t hurt having a pretty little brunette in your bed either, does it?”
“You’d better be talkin’ out your ass, Dirty.” The voice belonged to Druid, who was suddenly standing near them.
The skin on Wes’s neck prickled and he stood to his full height. Here we go.
Several people nearby stopped talking and joking to look on. Sundance stood.
“Seems like you take a peculiar interest in who comes to my bed, Druid. Why don’t you tell me why.” Wes stared down the other biker.
“You keep away from my daughter,” the man bit off.
“Did you think sending that woman to my bed would make me give up Stormy? Because all it did was pull us together more.”
Druid’s already red eyes grew more bloodshot.
“You motherfucker.”
Wes had always known Druid was a bottle of C-4 with a short fuse, and he was ready when the man launched himself at him.
Fists hit him in the chest with bruising strength that knocked Wes back a few steps, but he came back at his opponent with double the rage. When he caught Druid around the middle, a scream sounded.
No scream like that came from a biker. Wes had heard that voice enough to know it was Stormy.
“Take it outside! Watch the bikes!” Sundance bellowed.
Druid twisted Wes’s shirt front and shoved him against the wall hard enough to crumple a lesser man. But Wes just gave him a grin and came at him harder.
“Asshole, if you fuck up my bike—” One guy’s threats were cut off as Wes and Druid danced through the gap. Wes’s boot caught the side of a toolbox and the clatter of metal on concrete echoed through the big building.
“Get the fuck outta here, guys!” another biker yelled.
Druid took a swing at Wes, and he ducked the blow.
“Stop! What is wrong with you?” Stormy appeared next to them, hair long and loose and her face flushed pink with anger.
Wes could only see the pink in her cheeks as arousal, though, and he fought all the harder. His right jab rocked Druid’s head back.
“Get out!” Two guys bodily removed them from the building. Wes’s grin widened. Out here, he could do some real damage to the man who’d been getting under his skin for too long.
With a roar, Wes laid into Druid. They hit the ground, hitting hard enough to send pain shooting through Wes’s shoulder. He rolled to his knees and cocked his fist.
Stormy wrapped both her hands around his biceps, her restraint like a fly to a bull. But he stopped dead, too afraid to hurt her.
“Get back, Stormy. Your dad and I have something to settle.”
Druid’s eyes gleamed a split second before he sent a hard kick at Wes’s thigh. Narrowly missing his junk, and damn that fucking hurt. The bruise started welling before Wes could shake off Stormy and beat Druid to a pulp.
Guys circled them and ladies poured out of the club to watch, leaving him and Druid pounding the shit out of each other like the opening act in a violent three-ring circus.
“Motherfucker.” Wes spat a glob of blood onto the ground.
“Look at the tough guy—he bleeds like the rest of the world.” Druid danced aside, but Wes swept his leg out from under him. He went down with a groan and Wes gave him a punch to the kidney that would have him pissing blood for a week.
“Enough! Stop!” Stormy threw herself between them, and both fell still, panting from exertion and anger.
Wes and Druid reached for her at the same time, and Wes saw red. He picked up the curvy woman, set her on her feet a few steps away and went after Druid for one final round. Determined to end this score and let the man know he no longer held any sway over Stormy. She was a woman, she’d made her choice, and that was Wes.
* * * * *
“Damn fools,” Stormy said under her breath as she watched two grown men beat the hell out of each other. Neither seemed to be tiring and they seemed too indestructible to even bleed either. Besides a few drops, it looked like they could go on all day.
Stormy’s brother had been interested in dog fights and dragged her with him a time or two. The only thing that would split the beasts up was a startling noise.
Inspiration struck. “Sundance, give me your sidearm.”
He looked at her like she’d lost her mind. Then his expression changed. “I won’t give it to you, but I’ll do the honors.” He slipped a hand inside his cut and came out with his Glock. “Cover your pretty ears, ladies,” he said and pointed the weapon at the open yard that sprawled toward the mountain range.
The report reached through Stormy’s fingers pasted over her ears and did exactly what it was meant to—the guys fell apart.
Her dad planted his hands on his knees, bent over gasping. Wes shook his hands, which had to be swelling from all the blows he’d delivered.
“Don’t stand for fighting amongst ourselves,” Sundance said, still holding his weapon. “You’ve proved you’re both tough as fucking steel and can’t take each other down. The beef between you is officially settled.”
Her father cast Sundance a look and then shifted his gaze to Stormy. She grimaced at the rising lump on his browbone.
“Don’t even fucking look at her,” Dirty bit off.
“Dirty,” Sundance barked. “I said stand down. Now, that’s her father. He’s not goin’ anywhere, so make peace or make your own way.”
Neither man looked willing to shake hands, and for a minute Stormy feared they’d lay into each other again. But Dirty stepped up to Druid and extended a big hand.
Her dad straightened and stared at it as if it was a bit of roadkill. “Fine,” he said and shook.
Their grip looked like a stranglehold, but they parted.
Silence fell over the whole group. Finally, DeeDee broke it. “Lunch is on. Handmade pizza crust.”
Everyone headed toward the clubhouse, but Stormy didn’t move. Watching what the two fighters would do.
“You okay, Stormy?” her father asked.
She swung on him. “Now that you ask… No. You planted Kylie in Dirty’s bed to make him stay away from me, didn’t you?”
He stared at her, and she thought of all the times he’d protected her in her lifetime. Too many to count. But Dirty was one thing she didn’t need protection from.
She stepped up to her father. “You know I love you, but this fight ends here. Dirty is in my life, and you’re going to have to accept it. I can make my own decisions. Even if that’s leaving the Bighorns.”
Her father’s eyes widened in shock. “You’d let him take you away from here? From the family that loves you?”
“I love them too. I love all of you. But lately I’ve been thinking there’s something more out there for me. And you can send a dozen girls to Dirty’s bed to make it look like he’s cheating, but it won’t change my mind about being with him.”
He gazed at her for a long minute as if seeing her for the first time. Maybe he was. She’d never stood up to him this way before. Finally, he turned and headed into the club too, leaving her and Dirty in the yard.
“I’m sorry about that,” he said quietly, inspecting a swollen knuckle.
She reached for his hand, his big palm like a paw in her own as she checked for broken fingers. Everything looked intact. The man was trained to fight.
She met his stare, a tumultuous gray like a hurricane sea. “You’re not coming inside, are you?”
He didn’t say anything at first, only searched her face. The kiss of his eyes was like a caress to her soul, but it broke her at the same time.
“I’m gonna go, baby.”
“Where?” Her throat closed with emotion. Would she see him again?
“Look, there are things I haven’t explained to you. I don’t know why I haven’t, except I keep a lot to myself.”
She waited, heart fluttering at the thought of losing him.
“There are questions about my real mother and father that I’ve avoided for a lifetime, but it’s time I learn the truth. My…” He trailed off and took a step closer to her, palming her cheek.
She leaned into his touch. “Go on,” she urged. What she wouldn’t give to unburden her soul and if she could give that to Dirty, she’d have a measure of peace after he left.
“My mother and my aunt were sisters. But I share my eyes with my cousins.”
She gave a light shake of her head. “That’s normal, right? Family traits passed down.”
“And also my uncle,” he said flatly.
Her heart gave a flip-flop at the torment on his rugged face. “You think your uncle’s your real father?”
He dropped his hand from her face and shoved his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to think. But I have to find out.”
She stepped closer and put her arms around him. Going on tiptoe to mold her body to his, hating that she wasn’t strong enough to keep from shaking.
He made a noise in his chest and pulled her tight to his big body. They stood that way for a long minute. “I’ll be back, baby.”
All she could do was believe him. At least until he betrayed that trust. She stepped back.
“I’ll be here, Dirty.” She didn’t add waiting, though it was on the tip of her tongue.
“I’d kiss you but then I won’t stop.”
“I understand.” She did. He had to fight his demons to come back to her whole. Then maybe they could continue their life together, make their own way with or without the Bighorns in their lives.
She smiled and he returned it, gray eyes twinkling. “See ya soon, Dirty.”
With that, she walked into the clubhouse, feeling his stare on her back and burning to run back into his arms.
But she resisted.
A few minutes later, she heard the engine of his Harley and knew he was gone.
The clubhouse was full of talk about the fight, but her dad was sitting apart from them. As soon as she entered, he walked up to her and handed her a bottle of beer. “Thought you could use this.”
“Thanks.”
He stared at her too closely.
She twisted off the cap and raised the bottle to her lips. The cold brew was tasteless in her mouth.
Her dad rested a hand on her shoulder. “He’ll be back.”
“Why do you care? You just tried to break his neck.”
A huff of laughter left him. “Tried is the operative word.” He skimmed his fingers over his bruised brow with a grimace. “At least I found out what I needed to.”
Her gaze shot to his. “What?”
“That he’s worthy of keeping you safe.”