God he has a nice dick.
“Hurry, baby,” he murmurs, climbing onto the bed and sitting against the headboard. He wraps his hand around the base of his dick and starts stroking, softly at first, but quickening in pace as I remove my clothes until I stand before him, fully naked.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Get over here, now.”
I move onto the bed, slowly shuffling towards him. He catches me around the waist and pulls me into his lap, and I position myself with my legs either side of his hips. His cock presses against my core, but he doesn’t push me down on it just yet. Instead, he reaches down and strokes my throbbing clit, making small circles over it before sliding his hand lower to where his cock presses against my entrance.
“Let me feel you slide down on me. Fuck, you’re so wet.”
I whimper and slowly start sliding down, taking the head of his cock inside me. He has his fingers wrapped around the base of it, and I can feel them pressing against my pussy.
“Fuck, yes. You’re making me crazy. Stretching around me, with both my dick and my fingers. Keep going baby.”
I slide down lower and he moves his hand down to accommodate me. When I’m halfway he lets go and finds my clit again, softly rubbing it. Sparks explode deep in my belly and I whimper, letting my body fall farther onto his cock. He groans. I moan and then he thrusts upwards, sliding home. The burning stretch is a welcome feeling and I use my good hand to grab his shoulder, pressing my breasts into his face.
“Fuck. Keep that up and this won’t last long.”
“Danny,” I whimper. “Feels so good.”
“Ride me slow, baby. Take your time.”
I start rocking on his dick gently, moving back and forth, rotating my hips, sliding up and down until his jaw is tight and he’s gripping my hip so hard it hurts. “It’s like a slow fuckin’ burn,” he rasps. “Torture.”
“I can go faster.”
“No, stay slow. Fuck. So good. So fuckin’ good.”
I lean forward and capture his mouth with mine, kissing him slowly at first and then growing deeper and deeper until our tongues dance and our chests press together. I move on his cock, working it until an orgasm builds low in my belly, spreading its warmth out until it explodes. I gasp against his mouth, groaning his name, and his entire body goes stiff before he throws his head back and bellows, “Skye!”
I drop my head into his shoulder, letting my tongue glide along the muscled skin there, tasting the sweat that’s come to the surface. He shudders and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me even closer until our bodies are mashed together in the best possible way.
“That was amazing,” he murmurs into my hair.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“You okay?”
“Oh yeah.”
He pulls back and grins at me, dimples and all.
“I love you, Danny.”
His grin turns into a smile. “Love you too, Skye.”
God, that feels good.
We’re in the middle of such a dark time, yet he’s bringing me so much light. He always has.
I just didn’t see it until now.
~*~*~*~
“We gotta ride. It’s time to end this.”
I look to Spike, who has his eyes on Granddad.
Granddad sighs. “Can’t afford to let anyone else get hurt, so you’re right. It’s time to end it. We’ve gotta finish this for the sake of our families.”
“No, Jacks,” Serenity whispers, clutching his arm. “Please don’t.”
“Gotta, baby. This isn’t going to end until we end it. People will continue getting hurt. It’s gotta be done.”
“I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you,” she says, voice soft.
He cups her face. “We’ll be okay.”
“So it’s agreed,” Spike says, pulling Ciara to his side. “We ride.”
“We ride,” Dad says, nodding.
My mom stares at the floor, her face hard. She hates when he goes. I hate when he goes. I look to Danny, who stands beside Spike. His eyes find mine, and I know he can see the fear there.
“It’ll be okay,” he mouths.
Fear grips my chest.
“We’ll go discuss it with Maddox, figure out a plan,” Granddad says, letting Serenity go.
“Dad,” I whisper.
My dad looks to me. “Goin’ to be okay, baby.”
It’s not, though. It’s dangerous and they could get hurt, or worse . . . killed.
“Let’s go,” Granddad commands, and all the bikers move out the front doors and over to the sheds where Maddox and his club have been sleeping.
My mom turns and disappears down the hallway.
“Addi!” Ciara calls, rushing after her.
“Hey,” Serenity says, walking over and putting an arm around my shoulder. “They’ll be okay. They always are.”
I force a smile.
“How are you feeling?”
I shrug. “Sore, scared, confused. . .”
She squeezes me tighter. “That’s normal with everything that has happened. Let’s go and pack up some things for them. You learn over the years there is nothing you can do to stop them, but you can give them as much from home as possible to make them feel comfortable. That’s how a good old lady works.”
I huff.
She laughs softly. “Come on.”
I follow her into the kitchen and we start packing up some food. When we’re done there, we move to the bedrooms and start gathering dirty clothes to wash and fold for them.
I’ve trailed off in my own thoughts when I hear my mom yelling. I stop folding the shirt in my hands and listen.
“I can’t bear it, Cade. I nearly lost my daughter this week. I can’t lose you too.”
“It’ll be okay, Addison. You know the rules.”
“Fuck the rules,” she screams. “I’m tired of it. Tired of the violence and death and pain. I’m tired of this stupid fucking club.”
I flinch. I’ve never heard my mom speak like that before.
“No one said it was always goin’ to be easy. This is our life; sometimes it gets messy.”
“It’s always messy lately. Someone is always getting hurt, and now you’re going on a suicide mission and you might not come home. I can’t live with that.”
“You don’t get a choice.”
“Fuck you, Cade. Fuck you.”
“Calm down,” he says, his voice tight. “You think I wanna leave you and Skye? You think I wanna risk everything? I don’t. Do you hear me?”
“Then don’t go,” she screams. “Say no.”
“Can’t do that. You know I can’t.”
“Always the club before us. Always the fucking club.”
“Addison,” he growls. “Enough.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” she seethes. “Fuck you. I hate you. I fucking hate you.”
A lump forms in my throat, and I have to fight back my tears.
“Stop it,” he says, his voice pained.
“No,” she wails.
“Baby, stop it.”
I can hear her hands slapping against his chest and then my mom’s pained sobbing that quickly becomes muffled. I know he’s holding onto her, because that’s what he does when she’s sad—he pulls her into his arms and wraps himself around her, not letting her break, not letting her fall, his strong arms keeping her afloat. I’ve learned over the years that there is no better place when you’re sad than standing in the safety of a man’s arms, your cheek pressed against his chest, his heartbeat against your ear, his lips against your hair, his warmth surrounding you, protecting you.
It’s my favorite place to be. It’s hers, too.
“They’re going to be okay,” Serenity says, touching my shoulder and making me jump.
“It’s all just a mess right now,” I say, dropping the shirt to the floor. “Just a mess.”
“It’ll be okay,” she says again, and I know she doesn’t believe it.
Neither do I.
And that scares
me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Tears roll down my cheeks and Danny cups my face, pressing a kiss to my salty lips. “I’m comin’ home, baby. I have too much to be here for.”
“If something happens to you . . .”
He pulls me into him, exhaling and releasing some of the no doubt anxious energy filling his body. “I’m comin’ home.”
“Can’t do this without you. I don’t even want to try.”
“Hey,” he says, stepping back and taking my chin in his hands, tilting my head back. “I am coming home. Do you hear me?”
I nod, more tears running down my face.
“I love you, Skye. I’ll love you until the stars no longer shine.”
I hiccup. “I love you, too.”
“Comin’ home, baby. Keep the bed warm for me.”
I choke on a sob. He kisses my head, runs his hand over my belly, and then turns, his body stiff, walking away from me to his bike. Through blurred tears, I watch all the ladies let go of their husbands, sons, friends. Mom comes to my side and takes my hand, and I squeeze as tightly as I can. The bikes start up and together they move out, leaving us with more fear than we’ve ever felt in our lives.
“Come on, honey,” Mom says, her voice tight. “Let’s go and get some ice cream.”
I nod, swallowing the fear and turning, disappearing into the house with her. We’ve been left with five men to protect the compound while they’re gone, but otherwise, we’re all alone. The only males who didn’t go, outside of the protection left behind, were Max, Jack, Diesel, Phoenix, and Quinn. That’s only because they’re not part of the club and don’t want to be. Lucas isn’t here, because it’s an unspoken rule that he doesn’t report any of the club business, so he finds it easier to stay out of it. He visits Ava, but that’s it.
“You doing okay?” Mom asks, leading me into the kitchen and pulling out a big tub of chocolate ice cream from the back of the freezer.
“I don’t know . . .”
“It’s hard, isn’t it?”
I nod, my bottom lip shaking.
“Danny did the right thing, stepping down. Don’t get me wrong, I love being an old lady, but lately, with the world being such an ugly, dangerous place, it’s not the way it used to be. Danger seems to lurk at every corner. I don’t want that for you. I want you happy, free, and living without fear. Believe me, when that baby comes into the world, you’ll never want a single thing to harm a hair on his or her head, and there is no feeling worse than seeing something like that happen.”
She hands me a spoon. I take it.
“I’m scared it won’t make him happy. He’s always wanted to be in the club.”
“Until he felt the fear of nearly losing someone. That changes a lot.”
I nod, scooping some ice cream out.
“Give me some of that,” Santana says, coming into the kitchen, followed by Ash, Serenity and Molly.
Mom hands her a spoon. She digs in and shoves a big scoop in her mouth. “Bikers suck.”
I giggle.
“They really do,” Mom agrees.
“Stop hogging,” Molly says, snatching the spoon right out of Santana’s mouth.
“Piggy,” Santana mumbles.
“God, you two are exactly the same.” Ash rolls her eyes.
“What’s going on here?” Ciara says, walking into the kitchen with Janine and Pippa beside her.
“We’re feeding our emotion with ice cream,” I inform them.
“Good plan. Give me a spoon,” Janine says. “Quick, I need a fix.”
I toss her a spoon and slide the ice cream towards her.
“The baby likes this ice cream very much,” I mumble, jerking it back when she’s done.
“Your hips won’t like it. You keep stealing it,” Ash says, snatching it from me.
I flip her the bird.
“Just like her momma,” my mom says. “So proud.”
We all burst out laughing.
And like always, we band together and somehow manage to smile in the darkest times.
~*~*~*~
“Oh fuck up!” Jack yells, launching off the couch and kicking it.
I giggle.
“It’s not fuckin’ funny!” he snaps.
“Not our fault you can’t twist,” I point out.
Max chuckles. “Can’t even touch his toes.”
Jack flips him the bird.
“He does all right,” Kaylee says, a shy smile on her face.
“At least someone is on my side.”
“Face it, dude,” Molly says, standing up. “You suck. My turn.”
“I hope you fall on your face,” he mutters at her.
She grins at him and then spins the little wheel. Jack scowls as she performs her move with ease. Left hand on a red dot.
“My turn!” Phoenix says. He does the same and ends up underneath Molly, trying to stretch a leg around her lithe body.
“I swear, Phoenix,” she warns him. “If any of your anatomy touches me, I’ll cut it off.”
I burst out laughing.
“You’d love it,” he taunts her.
“You two are like Skye and Danny all over again.” Ava says, laughing.
“Except I’d rather lick my own eyeball than touch him,” Molly mutters.
“She’s such a liar.” Matilda grins. “She’d tap that.”
“Jesus,” Quinn groans. “TMI.”
“You guys are adorable,” Mercedes says from her spot on Diesel’s lap.
“Been called many things in my time.” Phoenix grunts, trying to hold his position. “Adorable isn’t one of them.”
“She calls it like she sees it,” Diesel says.
Phoenix lifts a hand to flip him the bird and collapses, taking Molly down with him. She falls on top of him, her face right in his crotch. We all roar with laughter, and she pulls away, her face red.
“She really enjoyed that.” Phoenix says, pushing up.
“You’re sick. You did that on purpose,” she accuses him, her cheeks so red they must be burning.
“Look at your face,” Phoenix teases. “You loved it.”
She throws a punch into his shoulder and he grunts with pain.
I roll my eyes.
My phone buzzes and I quickly pull it out. It’s Danny. My face breaks into a huge grin.
Danny: Fuck I miss you.
Skye: Me too. I’m playing Twister at the moment. These guys are making it interesting.
Danny: I don’t even wanna know.
Skye: Are you okay? How is everything?
Danny: Good baby. Don’t wanna talk about that. How r u? How’s my baby?
His baby. Swoon.
Skye: Good, I think. Mom organized a doctor to come in yesterday and my stitches got taken out, thank God.
Danny: Glad to hear it. Means I can fuck you like I want when I get back.
I flush.
Skye: And how is that?
Danny: Real deep and real hard.
My pussy clenches.
“Oh my God, are you sexting right now?” Mercedes yells.
I jerk my head up. “What? No.”
“You so are. My God. Look at your face. Give me that phone.”
I pull it backwards. “Don’t even think about it.”
“You’re sexting my brother, you animal.” She grins.
I flip her the bird and look back at my phone.
Skye: Your sister is a pain in my ass.
Danny: Why?
Skye: She figured out we’re sexting.
Danny: That wasn’t sexting. This is sexting. I want to drive my tongue deep into your pussy and lick until you’re squirming in my arms, then I want to take you over my cock and fuck you until you’re screaming my name. How’s that?
“Oh my God, he’s such a pig,” Ava cries, looking over my shoulder.
I press my phone to my chest. “Ava!”
“What a dirty, dirty boy!”
“What did it say?” Molly cries. “Share!”
“Do not share,” I warn her.
“Just ramblings about taking her over his cock.” Ava giggles.
“Jesus, Ava!” I yell.
“Man knows how he likes it.” Jack grins. “Respect.”
“My God, you guys are killing me.”
“La la la la,” Mercedes says, her hands over her ears.
I get up, unable to fight my smile, and walk into the other room.
Skye: Sorry, Ava read that over my shoulder.
Danny: Tell her she only wishes she was getting it that good.
I laugh.
Skye: I’ll be sure to pass that message on. Call me later?
Danny: Yeah baby.
Skye: Miss you x
Danny: Fuck, me too, baby. Me too.
I press the phone to my heart and close my eyes, sending off the same prayer I’ve sent every day since they left.
Please let them come back to me.
Please.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Oh God,” I whisper into the phone. “Danny.”
“Tell me what you’re doin’?” he rasps, his voice so gravelly it sends chills up my spine.
“I’m . . . oh God . . .”
“Tell me,” he demands.
“I’m touching myself.”
“Where?”
“My pussy.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” I whimper, circling my finger around my clit. “God, Danny, I wish you were here.”
“If I was there, tell me what you wish I was doin’.”
“Fucking me, doggy style, your hands on my hips, your dick driving into me.”
“Jesus Christ, when did you get so bad?”
“You made me that way.” I gasp.
“I’m gonna come soon,” he groans. “Keep talking.”
“You talk,” I breathe. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Stroking my dick, hard. Fuck, so hard.”
“God.”
“Feels fuckin’ good. Thinkin’ about your mouth around my cock head, sucking, taking me deep.”
I jerk and explode, my orgasm ripping through my body. “Danny,” I groan into the phone.
“I’m comin’, Skye. Fuck.”
He growls, and I can picture his cock exploding into his hand. I shiver and slide my hands from my shorts.
“You still there?” I whisper.
“Mmmm,” he says, his voice gravely and thick.