She was in a damn near sheer baby doll and goddamn did she look good enough to eat. Bent over the desk, that tiny piece or clothing she called pajamas had rolled up her thighs and her perfectly round shaped ass was now swaying in my face.

  “What the hell are you doing in here?”

  She turned at the sound of my voice. The paperwork she was sifting through fluttered to the ground, but neither of us paid it any attention. “Bear!” She shouted noticeable startled. “I’m sorry I-I didn’t think anyone was up.”

  I slammed the door behind me and glared at her. “And because you didn’t think anyone was up you decide to wander around in that get up?”

  She looked down at herself and bit her lip. “I couldn’t sleep. I just ran down to grab some of the spreadsheets I was working on.”

  I growled moving in on her. “Do you understand that any one of these fuckers could take advantage of you looking like that? They’re my brothers, but they all have working dicks that speak on their behalf. Any one of them could lay their hands on you.”

  I ran my hands up her smooth arms, not able to keep myself from touching her. She visibly shivered and I knew she was just affected by me as I was of her. “Are you cold?” I whispered gruffly but she just shook her head and looked down at the floor. I followed her gaze and focused on her light pink toe nails and how she was shifting her weight from side to side.

  “Do I make you nervous, baby girl?”

  She bit her lip and I saw her swallow. “You know you do.”

  “Good.”

  She stared wide eyed at me and I tipped my head to the side. “I’m not going to sugar coat shit, you know I don’t do that. I came here looking for you. Looking for answers.”

  “Wh-what kind of answers?”

  “What happened?”

  “I can’t tell you that.”

  “You won’t tell me, but you will tell that scum, Patrick Carroll!”

  “The Fallen Kings were unattached. Your emotions will get you killed.”

  “I’ll handle my emotions!” I banged on my chest. “You already destroyed half of them, what makes you think there’s anything left.”

  She stared back at me, a sullen expression on her face, as if I’d slapped her with my words. “There’s more to this, I know it! You can’t just come in here and put my family in danger without telling us who the fuck is after you. Just tell me!”

  “I can’t! Please, Derek, understand that if I tell you, I don’t know how you’ll react.” She pleaded with me.

  “You’re lying, I know you’re lying!” I swept a hand across my face and began to pace.

  “You hold Patrick so high up on a pedestal but did you know he knew exactly who I was? Who the Hellbound Lovers were?”

  “I-I didn’t know that.”

  “He knew I’d been looking for you. I’d gone to him several times in search of you and God knows how long he had you hidden away before he sent you to us. He fucking knew!”

  She shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe that.”

  “Meg, I can’t help if you don’t tell me the truth.”

  “Think whatever the hell you want, Derek. I’m so done with this, with you,” she turned to walk away from me and seething in anger I slid my hands through her soft waves, gripping her hair.

  I wasn’t out to hurt her, but I wasn’t going to let her walk all over me. I gently pulled her head back to look up at me. Her lips parted and a small gasp tore through them.

  “Derek,” my name on her lips broke me, and forgetting what I had gone in there for, I selfishly took what I needed. Intoxicated by her citrus scent, I crushed her to me and slid my mouth over hers. The feel of her hands stroking the back of my neck, her sweet groan, the way she pressed close to me – she was begging me, and I couldn’t discard that feeling anymore, I didn’t want to. I was done waiting. Done holding back. I wanted to be a part of her again, I wanted to breathe her in and remind her that only my breath could bring her back to life.

  Growling, I slid my hand across her body, squeezing her tits roughly before cupping her core. The slit of her soft panties was soaked through, and that alone showed me the affects I still had on her. Gruffly, I shoved her back onto the desk. She yelped quietly as I shoved her legs wide and pressed my nose to that drenched material. Inhaling her scent, I gently nosed the material away, groaning at the sight of her bare pussy. She bit down on that delicate lip as she stared at me.

  “You’re a bad girl, Meg?” I slid my hands along her swollen center, loving the soft velvet feel of it. My mouth watered at the sight.

  She whimpered in response, wriggling around in her silk nightie. Absentmindedly I began to tease her. “Did you miss daddy, baby girl?”

  I grunted at her deliciously needy response to me. “Yes, daddy.”

  Throwing her head back, her fingers slipped through my hair, tugging just a little before shouting out my name while I slid my tongue from the rim of her ass to the tip of her clit, dragging her honey along that heated crevice.

  “Derek,” she whimpered my name as she frantically clawed at the desk, gasping for air while I greedily tongued her. My name became a crooning urge for more. Her hips slowly began to lift, humping at my mouth and tongue, fucking herself with me.

  I pulled back and watching as her pussy clenched and unclenched, I slapped it, the sting making her react so sweetly. She arched her back, spread her legs, and moaned letting that dirty girl emerge. I inserted my middle finger into her depths and started to fuck her with it. Sinking it in deep and curling it just right so that she was struggling on that table. Her body writhing and undulating with desperation. That was exactly what I wanted to see, that urgency that drove her wild. That urgency that would make her break for me.

  “You want to get fucked hard, don’t you baby girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  For some reason, her response bothered me. Maybe it was the fact that she had kept herself away from me for so long, but either way, the feeling produced another spank right on her clit. She yelped and shot up, closing her knees as her attention was now on why I was being so harsh with her.

  I gripped them and spread her wide, sliding myself between her thighs and biting down on her hips. Her hands came back to stroking my hair as she watched me, her knees wanting to close, knowing what was to come.

  “Don’t you think some punishment is owed?” I slapped her again without remorse and she moaned like the dirty little slut she was for me.

  “What do bad little girls say?” I spanked her hard, my hand glistening with her juices.

  “More, please,” she moaned as I rubbed her cunt while my other hand worked down my zipper. I released my yearning cock, all ready and swollen to sink into her. I reached back and slapped her one last time, loving the sound of each slap against wet skin. Her center was a bright pink, her lips plump and pouty.

  Lifting her up, I dragged her off the table. “On your knees, dirty girl.”

  I gripped her chin and forced those innocent eyes up to mine. They were lust filled and dazed as they landed on me. “Daddy missed that hot tempting mouth of yours.”

  I slid the tip of my cock on her, wetting her lips. “Suck me like the good girl you say you are.”

  “Mmmm, yes Daddy,” her sweet tone made me throb, leaking cream as her tongue lapped it up.

  Fuck, she was dirty. So fucking dirty.

  Sinking my fingers into her soft hair, I leaned forward. A hand propped on the desk as I forced her to take my dick.

  “That’s my good girl,” I grunted, humping her throat.

  “I’m going to own you. Every. Fucking. Hole.” I let out a deep rumble from the back of my throat as her throat squeezed around my thickness.

  I fucked her mouth as those big brown eyes stared back at me, watering as I made her swallow it. My dick sliding deeper and deeper down her throat as she continues to suck me off.

  “Fuck!” I pulled her off me, my cock slipping from her lips with a loud pop. A thread of saliva held her connected to the tip of my cock, and the contrast between her filthy mouth and those innocent eyes, was almost too perfect.

  Hauling her up, I spun her around, forcing her down onto the desk, her ass in the air for me. I groaned at the sight of her round curvy cheeks. Bending down, I couldn’t help but bite down on the soft flesh, causing her to yelp and flinch.

  I slapped her ass hard and she stilled for me, whimpering as I spanked her again. “That gets you so wet for my dick, doesn’t it baby girl? You love when your man is rough, don’t you? You like my hands on you any way you can get them.

  “Y-yes, m-my sweet Bear.”

  I spanked her again and she moaned what I wanted to hear.

  “Ohhh, D-daddy.”

  I lodged my shaft to her tight entrance and teased her, gently rubbing her clit with my thumb. Grabbing at her hair, I forced her to arch her back as she tipped her head back to look at me.

  “Has another man been in this pussy, Meghan?”

  She bit her lip and closed her eyes. “No, Sir. Only you.”

  “Damn straight.” I slammed my cock deep into her and we both groaned at how perfectly we fit together. I held myself inside of her for a long moment, relishing in her body as her heart beat pulsed along my cock, and that’s when I began to plunge myself into her. That familiar hypnotic pumping of my dick sliding into her tight body.

  “Fuck, Meg!” My dick jumped, thrilled to be inside her tight wet pussy again. My body thrummed, knowing she was mine, only ever mine, and I fucked like she ought to be fucked.

  Ten years of being torn apart had brought us to this moment. I didn’t want it to end, I wanted to sink in deep and revel in her heat. Fuck, she felt like home.

  She curved her back, thrusting her ass back at me, begging me as she eased herself on my cock. With each slap of my hand on her flesh, her cunny clamped and pulsed on me, her cheeks glowing a cherry red. I was pretty sure she was going to have a hard time sitting down tomorrow, but I was satisfied with knowing her pussy would throb remembering why.

  Her moan signified she was close to cumming for me, her thighs shook for me as I rammed my weight against her. I’d always been gentle with her, my sweet virgin, but not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to ravage my sweet woman. Lifting her, I wrapped my arm around her waist, my other hand enclosed her neck.

  “Derek,” she breathed my name against my lips as I thrust my cock deep inside of her.

  “Cum on my dick, my pretty girl. I want that sweet cum coating my dick before I flood you.”

  “Yesss,” she hissed, spasming around me, and my tongue danced with hers as she shuddered and surrendered to me. Her orgasm ripping her name out of my lips. I flung her forward, gripping her arms back as I fucked her long and hard. Her plush tits swayed back and forth as the sounds of sex penetrated the walls of the empty bar.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” she gasped, and my balls loved the sound of that. In a few hard thrusts they began to empty out load after load of my seed into her womb.

  I hugged her to me, kissing along her neck, and running my hands along her body, memorizing every inch of her. Turning her around to face me, I continued to stroke and lick and kiss her until she was sighing my name and begging me to return between her legs.

  * * *

  “Stop staring at me,” she giggled and hid in the pillows.

  “Never,” I nuzzled her neck and she laughed. At some point in the night we’d made it into my bed.

  She placed a hand over my eyes, and I brought it down to my lips, kissing her palm. “I missed you my sweet Bear.”

  “You like using that nickname, huh?”

  She nodded and smiled. “It suits you.”

  “I like the way you say it.”

  “Yeah?” She sighed and lay her head on my chest.

  “Yeah, but just don’t say it in front of the members. I’ll never live that shit down.”

  “So, shout it from the rooftops. Got it.”

  I poked her on the side gaining a sweet giggle from her, her breasts crushing against my chest did wonders for my semi-hard on.

  She traced invisible paths on my chest down to my abs as she spoke softly. “You’re really here, right? I’m not imagining you. Like, I’m not in some mental ward somewhere hugging a pillow thinking it’s you?”

  “What? Where do you come up with this shit?” I looked down at her and traced her brow, smoothing her frown line.

  She shrugged. “I thought I was going crazy once. I couldn’t get you off my mind and every night I’d wake up, the vivid dreams of your kisses and hands were still imprinted on my body.”

  I remained quiet as she spoke what we’d both been feeling. There were nights I’d wake up thinking she was there under the covers with me. I’d be rock hard as I stared at the ceiling, picturing her over me.

  “Can I call you daddy, in front of the members?”

  I grunted. “You better. I want them all to know you have one and that you’re taken. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m pretty sure Nick already took care of that. If anyone even looks at you the wrong way, I’ll get Ryder on their ass. There’s rules that they need to follow, and touching another’s property is a rule that won’t be fucked with. You’re mine, baby girl,” I murmured against her head.

  She spoke sleepily against my chest. “Just yours my sweet bear,” cuddling closer she breathed deep, “and you’re mine.”

  I looked out the window, listening to the peaceful sounds of her breathing. “I am yours, Meg. Just yours.”

  Kissing the top of her head I got lost in my thoughts. You’ll give me my answers, Meg. Maybe not tonight, but eventually, I will drag them out of you if I have to.

  Hugging her to me, I finally closed my eyes and I proceeded to have my first truly restful sleep in ten years. No nightmares, no worries in knowing she wouldn’t be in my arms when I woke. She wasn’t a dream, she was real, and she was where she belonged.

  Fourteen

  Meg

  The last few days at the club had been pretty quiet. Most of the time the members were out doing jobs and it seemed like the place was moving. I’d looked at the budget for the bar and had decided we could use a few new items, I even talked Nick into redecorating and getting a happy hour going, maybe some music or musicians. We were in California, I was pretty sure somebody could get up on that stage.

  Slowly business started to build up. I got a webpage up and running, advertising the bar, and although Nick was apprehensive at first, as soon as he saw we’d be making money, he was in. Everything was running smoothly.

  Running out the office and up to my room, the sound of voices made me slowdown. The clubhouse had a lounge area upstairs and the members would have their meetings there sometimes. I knew the rules. I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but the conversation wasn’t something I could ignore.

  “I took the liberty of talking with Patrick Carroll. He gave me some information I think you all want to hear.”

  Bear’s angry rumble could be heard from down the hallway. “I know you didn’t want to talk to him, Bear, but I needed to know more.”

  “What did he tell you?”

  “Looks like our stray kitten is the reason that Sheriff is in town. He’s been looking for her for a long time. Patrick warned me he wasn’t stable.”

  “Fuck,” Bear growled, and I slowly made my way to the entrance of the lounge. Hail, Nick, Bear, Ryder, and a few other men were discussing the situation. Bear started to pace in the far corner.

  “I told you to mind your own business!” His words were directed to Ryder who sat quietly at the other end of the room.”

  “You wanted the truth.”

  “From her! I wanted to hear it from her!”

  “She wasn’t telling us anything! And now we have the Commission as well as some crazed motherfucker breathing down our backs!”

  “Is it true?” My question made every single member in the room turn to me.

  Nick approached me first. “Meg, please. I don’t think this is the time to-”

  “To what? To find out that he found me. That he’s looking to kill me.”

  “I don’t think that’s what he wants to do. He’s just asking questions…”

  “You don’t know him! That’s what he does!”

  My voice had hitched in panic and the air in my lungs felt constricted. A pair of warm hands stroked my arms and eased me back into his broad chest. Derek’s appearance calmed me, but only for an instant.

  “Easy, now, baby girl.”

  Anger suddenly flaring through me, and I turned it on him. “When did you find out?”

  He avoided the question and I lunged at him. “When!” Punching him in the chest, I waited for the answer.

  Taking a step back, he just hung his head in shame. “When did you find out, Derek?”

  “Last week.”

  I slapped him, the sound reverberated in the small room. He barely flinched before his dark blue eyes land on me. “Everyone out.”

  Nobody moved, all sitting in shock as to what I’d just done. You didn’t hit a motorcycle club member. You didn’t interrupt of family meeting either. These were codes that you, as a woman, had to respect. And you existed to make sure your man was respected by everyone. I just broke quite a few of their cardinal rules yet I didn’t give a fuck.

  “Get out! Now!” He yelled, and members started to scurry out the door.

  Taking the short strides in my direction he grabbed my wrist. “That will be the last time you lay a hand on me, do you understand me, Meghan?”

  “I’m not afraid of you,” I seethed, knowing he was a man everyone else would fear and respect.

  “You should be. I could destroy you so easily.”

  “But you won’t. Because you know there’s nothing left. There’s nothing left of me, Derek! He took it all!”

 

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