Текст книги "Heaven Sent"

Автор книги: Avelyn Paige

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Before she can respond, Ruby and the girls exit the dance floor and drag her away from me. They throw themselves back into the booth and order another round. Will nothing tonight go my way?

“You’re going home with me, Dani. Get your ass out of the booth,” I order.

“I’d rather go home with the guy on the dance floor than you, Hero. At least he had the decency to ask me to fuck him instead of just telling me to get on my knees and suck.”

That’s fucking it. Ripping her out of the booth, I throw her over my shoulder and haul ass out of the club. I’m done being the fucking nice guy. I toss her on the back of my bike and retrieve a helmet from the saddle bags. She’s going to give me the time I deserve whether she likes it or not.

“Put this on,” I order her as I slide over the seat of my Harley and turn the key. Revving the engine up, I check to make sure Raze’s bike is still here, but I find it absent. It’s not like him to leave without telling me, but I’d have known if he were being arrested for killing a motherfucker by now. I make a mental note to call him in the morning to check on how things shook down after I went to find Dani.

“Put your arms around my waist, Dani. Try not to fall off before I can talk to you, will ya?”

“I’m only on this fucking thing because I’m ready to go home. Just try not to kill us!” she yells over the rumbling engine.

Popping the kick stand, I ride away from the club and head for my house. She’ll try to run if I take her back to the clubhouse, so my civilian home is the best chance I have for actually getting her to talk to me. Her tits press against my back as we ride into town and feeling them against my back makes me shiver in anticipation. Dirty thoughts of just what I could do with her perfect tits flood through my mind. Visualizing my dick rubbing between them as my cum coats her chest sends shockwaves through my body. The forward lurch of the bike at a stop light makes her pussy rub against the seat and me. I wonder if the vibrations of the bike are making her wet. God, I hope so because if she and I can have an actual adult conversation for once, I’m hoping the night ends with that tiny little dress wadded up on my floor and her mouth wrapped around my aching cock. If I don’t get off soon, my balls will likely shrivel up and die of misuse.

Pulling onto the cement drive of my house, I kill the engine. I pop the kick stand back down and lean the bike against it, swinging my legs over. I help her take off her helmet and scoop her into my arms off the bike. I’m not about to go flashing the world the pussy I’m hoping to be buried to the hilt in tonight. Though, I am sure my perverted neighbors would fucking like that... If this house wasn’t completely paid off, I’d have already moved from this neighborhood. It’s not exactly the best area to live in anymore, but no one would dare fuck with my house. They all know what lies behind the door. I return my focus to carrying her to the door over my shoulder. I can feel her head move while she takes in the house so I know she’s confused, but even bikers have a real house. We all need our space to think and figure shit out from time to time. I may prefer my room at the clubhouse now that she occupies it with me, but I like my solitude at times. Half the guys don’t even know where my house is, and I’m going to keep it that way. Punching in the security code with my free hand, I open the door and walk her straight to the couch.

Depositing her there, I walk into the kitchen and bring her a glass of ice water and two aspirin. She’ll have a monster hangover in the morning if she doesn’t take care of shit now. Handing her the glass and the tablets, I walk back to the front door to secure it. When I return to the living room, she’s stretched out on the couch. Seeing her in my house and laid out like that sends an electrical shock down to my dick. Easy, Hero. Let’s not scare her off already. I have to keep it in my pants long enough to get this discussion out of the way. Play time can start later.

Sitting on the unoccupied end of the couch, I pull her up to a sitting position. I can’t fucking talk to her if she’s presenting herself like a prized Thanksgiving turkey on a platter. My brain won’t function long enough to accomplish what I need done knowing her short skit won’t conceal anything from me.

“Is this your house or did you break in someone’s vacation villa?” she asks.

“It’s mine, Dani,” I reply, waiting for her smart mouth to strike again.

“So this is what biker money can buy these days? What does Raze have? A McMansion?”

“The club didn’t buy me this fucking house, Dani, if that’s what you think. I had it long before I ever prospected for Heaven’s Rejects.”

“I see,” she says. “Are you a drug dealer?” she asks.

“You have to be joking with me, right? Just because I am a fucking biker that has a decent house, you automatically think it was purchased with blood and drug money?” I rant.

“I just—,” she stammers. “I didn’t mean to be a bitch. It’s just that I never see you work. You are always at the clubhouse in your little VP chair pretending to be all high and mighty.”

“Had you asked and not just fucking assumed that this cut means I’m an outlaw, I would have told you I receive retirement pay from the Army, and my family left me a trust fund. And yes, I do fucking work. I keep our club running and I manage all of our businesses, including two bike shops and our protection service company. Does that satisfy your curiosity about how the dirty biker has nice things, or would you like to see the deed or hell, my tax return?” I angrily tear into her.

Her accusation that I thieved to buy this home is a hot button issue for me. Sure, I run with some pretty nefarious and dangerous people, but it doesn’t mean I don’t walk the straight and narrow outside the club. I have money, and it’s managed wisely. I worked hard for the shitty retirement from the Army, just like my father worked hard for every cent that I inherited. This isn’t a world where free rides and loads of cash come easy anymore. You have to work your ass off and sacrifice everything to make it ahead in this world.

“I’m sorry,” she quietly responds. Fuck, I’ve sent her back into the scared-little-girl mode again. I need to run damage control if tonight will work out the way I want.

“No, I’m sorry. Biker stereotyping like that just pisses me off. We aren’t all like the 1%ers. Sure, we’ve got a trail of blood behind us, but our reasons for killing are justified. We toe the line of the law, and that’s how it’s going to stay. I don’t need some civilian trying to make me feel like a dick for having cash that was earned the old fashion way – with my blood, sweat, and fucking life on the line.”

Dani crosses her arms as anger sets in further. Just great, my goddamn mouth goes and makes it worse yet again. I need a stop-being-an-asshole implant chip to shock my ass every time I do shit like this. Not everyone warrants that kind of behavior from me, and definitely not Dani. At least not now anyway.

“Would you care to tell me why the hell I’m here in your non-drug trafficking purchased home?”

“I told you why you are here, we need to talk.”

“What exactly do we need to talk about? I assumed I was crystal clear that I don’t want anything to do with you. Thanks for saving me and all, but I’d like to pass on whatever else you have planned tonight.”

Oh no, angel. You aren’t going to brush me off that easily. I know your tricks too well now. Deflection and distraction are not going to work in your favor tonight.

“That’s not how this is going to work, Dani. You and I need to clear the air about a few things.”

“Like what?” she questions.

“Like, for instance, what the hell your last name is? I want to get to know you better, Dani. What’s your story?”

As soon as I lay down what I want to know, she freezes in place. What the fuck is in her past that she begins to panic at the slightest question about it? Does she have an abusive ex back home or hell, is she still married and on the run? Nothing about her clouded past has been easy to decipher. She’s hiding something from the club and from me, I just hope it isn’t skeletons in her closet that we can’t deal with.

“You want to know my last name? What for? Need to know what you should write down in your little black book of conquests?”

“Jesus, Dani. I just want to get to know you. Is that so bad? You’ve spent weeks in my club and now that you’re free and clear of suspicion, I want to do what I’ve been thinking about for weeks. I want to figure out what the fuck is going on in that head of yours.”

She quietly stares at me for several minutes, sending me into panic that I might have lost her again, but she finally speaks. “Espinoza. My last name is Espinoza, okay?”

Dani Espinoza. God, her name is beautiful, just like she is.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it? Judging from your last name, are you Spanish?”

“My dad was Latino, but my mom was Greek. I know, it’s a weird combination,” she says with a sigh.

“No, that’s not weird. It explains your beautiful olive skin and dark features. I know you said you were from the Midwest, but I want to know where in the Midwest? Do you have any family back there?”

Panic flashes again in her eyes. Why is it every time I mention her family or where she’s from, she starts to panic or goes silent? The only reason someone would have that reaction to such normal questions is if they are hiding something about their past. It makes me wonder what the fuck happened there and why does it make her nervous. I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something she isn’t telling me.

“I’m from Ohio, and no, I don’t have any family left. They’re all dead,” she answers coldly.

“Dead? What do you mean dead? How old were you when they died?” I ask, hoping that I’ve haven’t crossed the point of no return.

“My dad died when I was fourteen. He was killed in the line of duty during a routine domestic violence call for the local police department. He was a week from retirement when it happened,” she says, closing her eyes for a few silent minutes.

“Jesus, Dani. I’m sorry. It sounds like he was one of the good guys, a true American hero. What about your mom? Is she still around?”

“My mom died a few months ago.”

“Shit, angel. I’m sorry to hear that. It seems like you are surrounding by tragedy and death. Did you have a happy childhood at least to remember them by?”

“It was happy until Dad died. He and I were two peas in a pod. My first childhood memory was Dad taking me to the station and to the shooting range with his partner, Bob. Ironically enough, Mom married Bob when I turned sixteen. It never felt right that she had forsaken my dad’s memory with someone he trusted with his life. Don’t get me wrong, my step-dad was nice and all, but my life from that day forward went to hell in a hand basket until I bolted from Ohio. I ended up here and well, you know the rest. Bat shit crazy roommate goes missing, I end up homeless, and now I’m living in a clubhouse with bikers. Sounds like the basis for a reality TV show or a horrible made for TV movie. Can we stop talking about this, please?”

Shit, I didn’t expect this kind of information about her... The way she talks about her dad is completely different from how she talks about her mom. She holds her father’s memory close while she shoves her mother’s quickly aside. Something had to have happened after she remarried, but I need to stow my prying into her past until another day. If I push her too hard, she’ll throw her walls up again. I can’t risk being shut out again when I’m so close to breaking into her heart.

“Well, what do you want to talk about, Dani?” I ask, wanting to keep her talking.

“Since you decided you needed my life’s story, tell me about yours. Any kids running around I should know about? I don’t even know your real name. Your parents didn’t name you Hero, did they?

“Seriously? Do I look like the guy who’d be a good dad? Fuck no,” I reply. “My real name is Tyler Tobias. That stays between you and me. Do not even think about calling me anything but Hero at the club. In terms of family, my parents were both killed during an armed robbery at their bank just after I turned eighteen. My dad had gone in to cash out their savings account to put me through college when two guys came in and put a bullet between both of my parents’ eyes. The security footage showed my dad trying to push my mom behind him when the bastards shot him. He was just trying to protect her, and those bastards marked him as a threat.”

“Shit, Hero. I didn’t mean to pry,” she cautiously says. I know she thinks talking about this shit will break me down like it does her, but I’ve told this story so many times, it’s like reciting the “Pledge of Allegiance”.

“Ended up joining the Army a month later and landed my ass in Iraq just after 9/11. I did my duty there until a roadside bomb killed my entire unit and left me damaged.” I pull up the leg of my jeans to show her my scars. I’m sure she’s seen them before, but she’s never mentioned them. It’s easier just to get this part out of the way before she asks.

“I took shrapnel to my knee and was sent home with a medical discharge and a shiny Medal of Honor. It took six surgeries to repair the damage to my knee before I could finally walk again.”

Dani crawls over to me and wraps her arms around me. I know she thinks this is comforting to me, but it only feels like pity. No one knows how to respond to the wounded soldier part of my story.

“How many did you lose in your unit?”

“Twenty-one.” Pulling my shirt over my head, I turn to expose the tattoo on my back. A pair of metal dog tags lies on my left shoulder. Below it is a list of each of their names.

“I may never get to see my men again, but they’ll always be with me,” I tell Dani as her fingers trace the tattoo. Her touch stills me.

“What about your other tattoos? Do they mean anything?” she asks, her hands not leaving my back.

“Most are just pieces of my past, I needed a way of remembering all the fucked up memories in my head. The cross on my sternum is the cross I bear for my brotherhood and for the things I’ve seen and done in my past. Of course, you know that the one on my stomach is for the club. It was supposed to be on my back, but I refused to let Raze cover up my brothers’ names. Took me two years to convince them to ink me somewhere else.”

“I don’t understand how you ended up with these guys, Hero. You seem so normal compared to some of them. Why did you join the club? Was it just about the pussy to you or is there some deep meaning behind joining a club like Heaven’s Rejects?” She must really think I’m that shallow if she thinks that the girls were the determining factor to prospect.

“I joined the MC because I needed an outlet for my past. I was a fucking train wreck when I got home. I met Jagger in a bar one night just before I started a bar fight. He made me realize that I needed some sort of order in my life. I was angry at the cards life dealt me, and had I not met Jagger, I would have spent my life behind bars. I joined at twenty-three and never looked back. It was the best decision of my life until I decided I wanted to dance with you at Red’s that night.”

She doesn’t make a sound as I pull her into my lap. “You’ve changed me, Dani. You’re the tornado ripping apart my life and the clean-up crew that fixes everything. You’re the kind of angel that would even tempt the devil himself. You make me want to be a better man by just being in the same room with me.”

“I feel the same way, Hero. You walked into Red’s and from the moment you touched me, all I have wanted is you. The pull I feel between us scares me. I’ve never been so excited or scared of wanting something this badly in my life until you. You are a complete stranger to me yet I want to give you everything. It’s hard for me to give in to what I want when I know that you could decide tomorrow I wasn’t worth your time. I can’t handle knowing that I could be returned to the toy box when you’re done with me.”

Her admission sends my heart racing and my blood ferociously pumping through my veins. She feels the attraction and whatever the hell you could call this pull between us just as much as I do, but she’s fighting it. She needs to know that I want her to the point I’d kill for her. I can’t keep dancing around the idea that she’ll just fuck me and be gone the next morning. I need her with me or just fucking gone.

“It scares me, too, angel. You’re the first woman to break down the walls around me. You did it without even saying a word to me, which makes this thing between us even more fucking crazy. When you left last night, I realized how much of an ass I’d been to you. You didn’t deserve my anger being redirected at you from Jagger’s death because it wasn’t you that put the knife in him.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed your buttons like I did, but I wanted you so goddamn much that I didn’t know how to deal when you pushed me away and branded me a traitor. I wanted you to hurt because I was dying inside not being able to have what I desperately wanted.”

Her words seize my chest. She wants me? She’s desired me all this time, and I was the reason she acted like I was the scum of the Earth underneath her shoes. I’ve wasted so much goddamn time trying to figure out club shit and where she fell into this life that I ignored the signs. I’m the biggest fucking idiot on the entire planet.

“You want me?” I question.

“I want you like I’ve wanted no one else before. It was torture to push you away last night, but you weren’t in the right frame of mind. I didn’t want to sleep with you and live to regret it when you shoved me away the next morning. I could see the emptiness in your eyes. ”

“Shit, angel. Why didn’t you tell me? I’d have dropped everything for you. Yes, I was hurting last night, but it wasn’t just from the past creeping back over me. I was in agony when I saw the hurt in your eyes. Even when the darkness in my soul takes hold, I never want you to think that there’s no room for you. I’ve never needed someone as much as I fucking need you in my life.”

Her eyes fill with shock and lust as she realizes I’ve just opened myself up for her disposal.

“Take me to bed, Hero.” I never thought this day would come. She stands up abruptly, pulling me up by the hand. Not wanting to waste any more time, I scoop her in my arms and carry her up the stairs to my bedroom. Clicking on the light as we pass, I lay her on the bed. She moves to sit on the edge of the bed and stares at me, waiting for me to make my move.

“Are you sure about this, Dani? This is your last chance to leave because as soon as I sink my dick into you, you’re mine. No more running. No more hiding. You’re mine, or you’re gone. I couldn’t stand to see you at the clubhouse or on the arm of any of my brothers if you decided against giving us a try.”

“Please, Hero. I need you. Make me feel happy again,” she pleas.

“I need to know you’re sure, Dani. If we cross this line, there’s no going back. Things won’t go back to the way they were if you deny me again. If you want this, you’ll take me as I am. I can’t make you forever promises or romantic bullshit, but I can give you the best fucking sex of your life. What will it be, Dani? Filthy fucking sex with me or no relationship at all?”

“I want you,” I respond with lust-laced words. “I want you for as long as we have together.” The truth behind those words falls meaningless to him but I know that at any moment, this life could be ripped away from me. I’m tired of denying what I am. I want Hero and all the fucked up baggage he brings with him. He’ll break my heart in the end, but I don’t fucking care.

“You can have me any way you want, Hero. Just make me yours.” Hero cocks an eyebrow and just observes me. Maybe he’s waiting for me to bolt and run or hell, maybe he’s calculating his next move, but I can’t wait anymore.

I fly off the bed and collide with his body, crashing my lips onto his. His hands grasp my ass, hoisting me in the air. We stumble backward, landing hard against the wall. Needing to feel his cock close to me, I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress riding up past my hips. Hero’s tongue slips between my parted lips and massages my tongue.

“Jesus, Dani. You go from zero to sixty in less than a second.”

“Just shut the fuck up and fuck me, Hero. I’m tired of being the sweet, innocent angel. I need you to make me bad.”

“My girl wants to be bad? Well, now. If you get on your knees like a good girl, I’ll fuck you like a bad one. I need to see those luscious, swollen lips of yours wrapped around my cock,” he says, running his thumb across them. Unwrapping my legs, I slide from his body and kneel before him.

I run my hands down his tight abs¸ tracing his club tattoo as I hook a finger inside the waist of his jeans. Kissing below his navel, I lick a trail down to the button of his jeans.

Pulling the button free, I unzip his jeans with my teeth as his breath hitches. He laces his fingers in my hair as I pull his jeans free from his waist. His cock strains against the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Dani,” he moans as I tease him, slowly pulling his boxers down inch-by-painstaking-inch over his hips. His cock springs to life in front of me. He’s wider than I have ever imagined. A drop of pre-cum lies glistening on the tip of his dick. Rubbing my finger across it, I stick my finger in my mouth, savoring his salty taste.

“You taste so good, Hero,” I moan, removing my finger from my mouth. He watches me as I lick his dick, flicking my tongue against the tip. I graze my mouth against his throbbing cock while rubbing my hand up and down his shaft, lubricating it with his pre-cum and my saliva. Wrapping my hand around his base, I stroke him upward as I pull his engorged cock into my mouth.

“Fuck, Dani. I’ve never seen anything more fucking amazing than your mouth around me. Suck me, baby. “

He pulls me closer to him with my hair as my mouth bobs over his dick. With each thrust he delivers into my mouth, I circle his shaft with my tongue. Opening my mouth wider, I fit his entire length into my mouth, letting my tongue lick his balls up to his frenulum. Switching up the rhythm, I lick a circle around his dick before putting it completely back in my mouth again, adding my teeth lightly grazing his sensitive skin.

“Angel, if you keep this up, I’ll be blowing my load in your mouth. As much as I would love to see my cum staining your lips, I need to taste you.”

Pulling away from him, I rise from the ground and kiss him, mingling the taste of him in my mouth with his. His hands trail down to the hem of my dress and he pulls the fabric over my head. He cocks an eyebrow when he discovers that I wore nothing under the dress.

“The only time you walk out in public with an exposed pussy will be with me, Dani. You’ve been a very bad girl, flaunting what’s mine to other men. “

“Hero, I didn’t—,” I stammer. He presses his fingers to my lips, shushing me.

“Get on the bed on all fours, Dani, and part your legs,” he orders.

Following his orders, I crawl onto the bed with my ass in the air. Hero moves behind me, rubbing his hands over my ass. I feel his tongue licking up my inner thigh and down to the other, completely skipping my soaking wet pussy. My fingers trail down my stomach to touch myself when Hero slaps my hand away.

“This pussy is mine to do what I see fit. You are not to touch yourself unless I order you to touch it. Your orgasms belong to me now,” he says before pressing his mouth to my pussy from behind. His tongue teases my clit as his hands pull my ass against his face, his hot breath inflaming my sensitive flesh. Shockwaves of pleasure rip through me as his nose brushes against my entrance.

“I could spend hours between your legs, my dark beauty, teasing… sucking, biting, tasting you on my lips. Your sweet juices dance on my tongue. Do you know what really pissed me off after eating your pussy last night, Dani? It wasn’t that you left me high and dry. It was the fact that I could still taste you on my lips hours later, and I couldn’t get another taste.”

His tongue returns to my soaking wet pussy. Spreading my lips with his fingers, he licks the hood surrounding my clit, teasing it. He flicks the tip of his tongue against my sensitive nub, sending shooting waves of intense pleasure radiating throughout my body. His tongue begins to circle my clit in a slow and steady rhythm while he presses a finger at my entrance.

“Just like that! Fuck! Just like that! I’m close,” I scream. I’m so fucking close that if he ran his finger down my pussy, I’d light up like a firework on the Fourth of July.

“You’re so wet, baby. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you are on the brink of letting go? Do you want to tease you more, Dani, or are you ready to cum?

“Mmhmm,” I audibly moan.

He sucks roughly on my clit as his finger slides into me, slowly thrusting inside my slick entrance. My core is throbbing in its need for release, but Hero isn’t about to let me cum until he wants me to break apart.

“Please,” I beg him. “Please, I need to cum.”

Breaking contact with my core, Hero rises from his knees and pulls my ass against his dick.

“The only way you’re coming tonight is around my cock. Are you ready for me, baby? Do you want to feel my cock stretching your pussy?”

“Please, Hero. I need it so fucking bad.”

Flipping me over on my back, he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts into me in one quick action. His girth pushes the limits of pleasure and pain. It hurts, but fuck does it feel amazing.

“Fuck, Dani. You feel so fucking good,” he says, “Your pussy is clamped around me like a fucking vice.”

“Move, Hero. Please move,” I cry out. “I’m so close it fucking hurts.”

He thrusts harder and harder into my pussy, each thrust stretching me farther. He pulls my legs over his shoulders, making his cock drive deeper into me. His hands move to cup my breasts, playfully rolling my nipples between two fingers. His steady rhythm increases again and I can feel my orgasm building.

“I can feel you pulsating, Dani. Let go, angel.”

Circling his hips as his cock plows into me, he brushes against my G-spot. The sensation pushes me over the edge as the most intense orgasm rockets from inside me. I buck wildly against him to ride out my orgasm while my vision goes blurry and my body quivers with a thousand tingling sensations. My body writhes with uncontrollable pulsations as Hero watches me come apart around him.

“Eyes on me, Dani. I need to see your fucking eyes,” he orders as his pace increases. Forcing my eyes open, I watch him pump into me a few more times before finding his own release, crashing on top of me as he rides out his orgasm. His cock spasms wildly inside of me as I feel his searing hot spray fill me. Our chests heave together as we enjoy the aftershocks of both our orgasms while our hearts rapidly beat in synchronization. Smiles beam from both of our faces as Hero rolls off of my body onto his side. He pulls me against him, molding my body to his, and nuzzles my neck.

“You’ve ten minutes to rest before I want round two, Dani. The next time there will be no breaks. I want to see how many times I can make you cum tonight. We’ve got lost time to make up for,” he says as his dick starts to harden against my ass. Two rounds later, we fall in an exhausted heap without a word. I’ve never felt blissfully happy before but with Hero, I want this feeling every fucking day.