Dylan, page 6
“Will you tell me who did this to you?”
“I don’t know who the guy was that held me captive, but I know who brought me there.”
“Who was it?” He takes my hand, caressing my fingers, and I ache for his touch.
“My cousin, James, and Sandra Stone.”
“This is all my fault. I fired them and they came after you.”
“They were planning to use me for a long time. I was their payday, but it wasn’t only them. One of your men was involved.”
“I had a feeling. Your necklace—”
I cut him off and said, “Had a tracker in it.”
“Yes, I wanted to know where you were all the time.”
“So you always planned to let me go.”
“No, I was conflicted. I never wanted to let you leave the condo again. Hell, I was getting sick, twisted thoughts of keeping you locked up so you couldn’t fall for anyone else, and that scared me.”
“So you pushed me away…”
“I know you can’t forgive, Harley. I can’t forgive myself for it. You’re the first and only woman I’ve ever been with and—”
“Wait…you mean…you’re a virgin,” I gasp.
“Was, sweetheart.”
“I didn’t want to ever lose control and become an animal like my father.”
“So when I said you were like an animal…”
“I’d only given you a fraction of the hunger I’d been feeling.”
I sit in his lap, caressing his face. “Dylan, I only meant it in the most sensuous way possible. It’s natural for a guy to practically go feral with a woman he wants, and you never heard me tell you to stop. You even asked if I was okay.”
“I know now that I was wrong, Harley. I wish I could go back and fix it.”
“Will you show me now?”
“You’re hurt.”
“I’m horny as hell. I watched you storm in here ready to go toe to toe with a bunch of badass men for me. You came to find me, and deep down I know you care for me.”
“Care for you? Baby, I love you.”
“Then prove it. Fuck me like you mean it, and don’t be afraid.”
“Baby, I’m no longer afraid, but you better be because we have a lot of missed nights to make up for.” He pounces on me, pinning me to the mattress and sending my hair splaying all around the pillow, and a fit of giggles falls from my lips until I look into his eyes. They’re dark and hungry. Suddenly my laughter is gone, replaced by my own need. Desire and lust equally shoot down to my core, pleading for relief.
“You’re mine, and this time there’s no letting go. No take-backs. No fucking returns. I’m not fucking this up. You’re not getting rid of me, and I don’t care if I don’t deserve you. I want you, so you’re mine.” He fists my hair and slams his mouth to mine, dominating me in a rough kiss.
Our clothes are off in a hurry; I’m naked and bared to the man I love. We’re moving wildly, kissing, biting, caressing, but then he freezes when he wraps his hands around my wrists. “Please don’t stop. I promise I’m fine.”
“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“I told you I’m perfectly fine. My pussy aches, and I need satisfaction, damn it.” With a violent slam of his hips, he thrusts his length inside and claims me over again, making us one.
“Fuck, it feels so good. Don’t stop, Dylan. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He pulls out and plunges back into me, sending my body rocking forward on the bed. I’m glad everyone is gone for the night because they’d hear him beating my pussy up.
“Do you need your pussy thoroughly fucked and claimed?”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter. I need it owned and possessed,” I replied, digging my nails into the back of his arms, clawing his triceps. He fucks me hard and fast, causing the wooden headboard to hit the wall, banging violently with every roll of his pelvis.
“Fuck, you feel so good. That little cunt is so tight.” He reaches between us to stroke my slit, rubbing me. My eyelids close as my eyes roll backward. “That’s it, sweetheart. I’m about to come, so you need to come with me. I want that sweet, sticky juice soaking my cock while I fill you up.”
Words stop as his mouth drops down on my body, kissing my throat, sucking on my pulse, biting, nipping and then moving lower. I’m panting and squirming as he fucks me with his big cock. I’m so close that my thighs clamp against his, hooking my legs around his calves. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
“Good—come for me.” He shoots his load deep inside me as I scream his name. He doesn’t stop until he has nothing left to give, and then he carries us to the shower.
“Another round?” I ask with a giggle.
“No. We’re going to rinse off, then I’m going to give you your meds for your wrists, and then it’s time for bed.” We make it to the shower and then after he dries me off and applies the medicine, he devours me, starting something all over again.
Chapter Eleven
Dylan
I wake up feeling like a bastard, but then I look over to Harley, who has a sleepy smile on her face, and the shame that I was too much for her fades away.
She sits up and presses her chin on my shoulder, wrapping her arms around me. “Good morning, my animal.”
I kiss her hands. “Good morning, my little harlot.” With a swift motion, I pull her onto my lap. “Marry me.”
“Yes.”
“You will?”
“Yes. I’m kind of in love with you.” My dick rubs against her pussy, and I’m so hard I could nearly fuck her right now, but that would be pushing it. Then she starts grinding her little slit over my extremely hard cock.
“Be a good girl and slide on my pole.”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.” I pop a nice spank on her ass.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Hunter?” she asks with a pretty smirk on her face while her little cunt eats up inch after inch of my length. I give her another pop on the other cheek, loving the way it jiggles under my hand. “Ooh,” she gasps.
“You’re asking for it,” I growl against her lips.
“I love you, Dylan.” She giggles. She bounces her ass on my thighs while her pussy cuffs my cock, choking it. “Oh, yes.”
“So fucking beautiful the way you ride my cock, my good girl.” I splay my hand over her back, holding her as I pump my hips, sending my dick deeper into my woman.
“So deep,” she whimpers, tossing her head back, revealing the bruising those bastards did to her. The line from where they ripped the necklace from her precious neck is still visible, and it infuriates me. I’m going to kill them all. I kiss her softly over the marks, and then I feel her pussy clench. “I’m coming. Yes, please don’t stop.” I lick the wounds while I hold on to her tightly, driving into her, letting Harley ride me.
As she comes down, I flip her onto the mattress because I’m about to lose it. I pull out and drop to my knees, licking her pussy, tasting her release, and then I get back up and slide inside her again. “You’re mine. No one else’s. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll kill any man that puts his hands on you.” I deliver each word with a violent thrust and watch as her eyes light up with pleasure. “I need you forever. I’m never giving you back.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” I kiss her as I unload all of my seed inside her. I don’t care that we’re not careful and she could be carrying my child. She’s mine, and I might not be a rapist, but for her, I will be a killer.
****
“Can I get you a drink?”
“Just a juice, please.”
“I need a drink,” I say, rubbing my hand down my face. It’s early as fuck, but my nerves are frayed as hell.
Boss’s phone rings on the bar top, vibrating on the wooden surface. “I guess it’s the moment of truth.”
He pulls it off the counter, swipes to answer, and then hits the speaker. “Go ahead, Doc. I’ve got you on speaker.”
“Okay. Good morning, Uncle Liam.”
“Thanks, Doc.” Boss ends the call.
Harley moves around, handing a drink to me while Boss and I sit around the bar feeling shocked. I came to find the love of my life and be whole again. I never imagined that I’d find family as well.
“I don’t know what to say to you. I can’t even begin to process this.” Boss stands and walks to the large front window of the bar. He seems frozen solid, except for the slight shake of his shoulders as he silently weeps. Fuck, I can’t fight my own tears. I stand up, walk up to him, and hug my uncle. I never had a real family and here is my uncle, a man everyone around here looks up to, and he’s already trying to get me answers in a flash.
“I’m so sorry, Dylan.”
“So am I. So am I.” We pull apart a moment later, but I have to ask, “Who is she?”
“Give me a minute. I need to make a call.” I nod.
He pulls out a burner cell phone and then dials a number.
“Hello. This is Liam Rhoades. It’s been a long time. Don’t worry about how I got this number, just know I have a question for you, and I need an honest answer because I will get it one way or another and if I go the hard way, your life will be hell.” He paces. “Did the baby really die?” He runs his fingers through his hair and snarls, “You’re a fucking cunt. I hope you know that.”
Boss ends the call and then tosses the phone into a glass of water on the bar. He walks up to me and whispers, “Veronica Blake.” I’ve met her and so has Harley.
Instantly the two times we have crossed paths run through my mind, and rage fills my veins. “I will handle her myself. I know her. God, I know that fucking bitch.”
“Dylan, can we forget about her for now?” he says, trying to get me to calm down. That selfish bitch turned me into a neurotic freak who sent the woman I loved away out of fear.
“I think you two need some time to talk and to spend time learning about each other,” Esperanza says.
“I agree,” Harley says. “Come on, Esperanza. Let’s go chit chat while they talk.” I want her to stay, but there are things I don’t want her to hear.
“She was at the gala just last week with Harley and me,” I say when they leave the room.
“Did she say anything to you?”
“No, but she recognized something in me. It’s the second time we’ve crossed paths at social events, and it’s no doubt she was looking at a ghost from her past both times. She flinched and tried to hide it, but I ignored it. I assumed I was sneering at her or something.”
“Well, what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. Right now, I’m boiling with rage. It makes everything I’ve known a lie and my life a lie.”
“I looked you up, and you’re extremely successful, Dylan. So whatever you’ve become, you used that focus to become the man you are.”
“She almost cost me Harley. Harley almost died because I pushed her away, and that’s not something I can accept.”
“You’re going to have to move past it. We all have flaws. Hell, I’m in my late forties finding love for the first time. I wish I’d met the love of my life when I was your age because there would be nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy.”
“And keep her safe?”
“Yes, so speaking of that. What do you want to do about her kidnappers?”
“That’s another problem. One of my own was involved along with her cousin. I’m not sure which one of my employees, but I’m pretty sure it’s my head of security.”
“Why is it always our most trusted?”
“Same thing happen to you?”
“No, to Esperanza’s son. It nearly got him killed, and the bastard came here to finish the job and paid the price. We’re good at what we do.” He winks at me, and I don’t doubt it.
“Is there any way to get the footage from the night Harley was in town for the bachelorette party?”
“Yes. It will take a bit, but yes.”
“I want to see who was really following Harley that night. I want to be sure it was Tim, or to see if he’s being set up.”
“Smart.”
“I didn’t get to where I am by just taking everyone’s word for it, but I should have just kept Harley’s tracking device to myself.”
“On the next one.” I nod because there’s definitely going to be at least one more, maybe five.
The rest of the day is spent talking to Harley about our plans. I haven’t bought the ring yet because I thought it would give it away that she was safe. Now, we’re in the bar while my Uncle Liam is working, and I have a drink while my pretty little harlot sits in the corner, looking divine. I’m itching for that bastard to show up again, but I don’t think we’ll get that lucky. My location has been shared, and that’s intentional. I want my men to know where I am now that I have Harley and I know she’s well protected. It’s a matter of finding the traitor amongst the mix. There could only be three possibilities when it comes to the tracking: Russell, Timothy, or John.
I send a group text to my men. Head back to Dallas. I’m good here. I’m with friends and family.
When I get confirmation that they’re heading out, I walk over to the bar and speak with my uncle. “We’ll talk later.”
“Sure.”
Chapter Twelve
Harley
I rub my eyes, waking up from a restless night of sleep. Hearing Dylan talk about his plans with some of the Steele Riders and someone else set my teeth on edge. He’s risking a lot to protect me, and I’m afraid something terrible could happen to him.
“Stop looking at me like that, Harley. Everything is going to be fine, my love. I promised you forever, and I mean it. There’s nothing I won’t do to keep you safe, and I’m not going to let something like this go unanswered.” He cups my face and kisses me hard, pulling away fast with a grunt.
“I love you, Dylan. Will you be calling me?”
“Yes, I will, and I’ll be back for you soon. Don’t give them any trouble, and don’t leave me for one of these handsome fuckers, especially that asshole Blade.” There’s a scowl on his face that is too cute to take seriously.
I giggle. “No worries there. I have no intention of leaving you for anyone, especially that clown. He only likes to annoy everyone and it’s funny, but I’m all yours.”
“That you are. Fuck, I don’t want to leave you, but I know you’ll be safe here.”
“Yes, I will. Your uncle and his friends are like giant guard dogs. Don’t tell them I said that.”
“I won’t, pretty girl. Give me a kiss and let me drop you off so I can have a talk with my uncle before I go.”
“Okay.” I fight back the tears so he can’t see my sadness and take his outstretched hand. He isn’t going to come back inside and see me again because it’s going to be too hard to leave, so I do my best to relax.
He speaks to Liam while Esperanza and I gather on Liam’s sofa and chat. “So have you been watching anything new on TV?”
“Not much lately. I’ve been watching reruns of House.”
“Great show. I absolutely love it.” The door opens again, and Liam appears all alone. I try not to let it affect me, but my heart’s aching.
“Ladies, who’s hungry?” Liam says. I have absolutely zero appetite.
“Actually, I’m a little bit tired,” I say, releasing a yawn.
“I’ll show you to your room,” he tells me, giving me a gentle smile.
“I’ll get started on some breakfast if you want, babe.”
“Sounds good.” He kisses her cheek before coming to show me where I’ll be staying.
“Thanks for everything. You’re an amazing person, and I’m glad that Dylan got to see a better part of his family.”
“Thank you, Harley.”
I yawn again. “Sorry. It’s been a rough week for me. I didn’t get much sleep last night. He thought I didn’t know what he was up to in the other room, but I’m not stupid. I hope he’s careful.”
“He will be. Get some sleep.” I nod and close the door behind me.
Once inside the room, I fall on the bed and cry myself to sleep.
****
My phone rings in the middle of the night, startling me awake. I answer it with a sleepy, “Hello.”
“Sorry to wake you, beautiful, but I miss you, Harley.”
“Dylan?”
“Of course. Who else is calling you beautiful?” he growls, but there’s no anger in his voice.
“Sorry, what time is it?”
“One in the morning.”
“I’m starting to think you like waking me up at this time.”
“I tried earlier, princess, but my sleeping beauty didn’t answer, and they told me you were napping.”
“Oh yeah, well, someone left me exhausted.”
“Good. Get your rest because when I come back, you’re going to get tired and sore all over again.”
“You sound cheerful and wide awake.”
“I’m in bed thinking of you.”
“Funny, I’m doing the same thing,” I say with a giggle.
“Be a good girl and listen to my uncle.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Okay. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” He ends the call, and I check my call log. There are several missed calls, but I guess I was truly knocked out because I didn’t hear any of them.
Chapter Thirteen
Dylan
I watch the video evidence that my uncle got for me, and it’s clear that Tim has lied his ass off. He hadn’t been following Harley that night. Some fucking goon had been, one that the Riders alerted me was none other than Boxer Malone, a known human trafficker.
My plan has to be a careful one because I don’t want Tim to know I’m aware of his deception. Why had he gone after Harley, of all women?
I find James easily because he’s got bigger problems than chasing pussy. He’s in the middle of a drug deal for some coke. Interesting. I call the police and have him picked up on drug charges along with the fraud my team found earlier this week.
One down, and I don’t have to end his life just yet.
His demise will come soon, but not at the moment. Can’t have all my enemies dropping like flies at once, or someone will catch on.
