Chapter Three #2
Big Dick put his hand on her stomach, and her whole body felt on fire. She had never felt this way, and it was unnerving. Seeing a couple having sex was not what she wanted, and yet she didn’t fight against Big Dick.
He removed his hand but kept one hand at her stomach. He was a lot bigger than her, and that one palm seemed to burn through her dress, which wasn’t a thick dress. It was rather light to the touch.
Larissa kept her hands at her sides and didn’t move. She didn’t say a word, not even as that hand on her stomach started to move down.
“She loves having a nice, big cock inside her,” Big Dick said. “She is probably going to ride him for the rest of the day.”
She didn’t even know if he was whispering.
“It’s natural, Larissa. It’s instinct. There is nothing holding them back. She loves the feel of his big cock, and he loves the feel of her pussy wrapped around him.”
Big Dick’s hand went between her thighs and the pleasure was instant, and Larissa panicked.
Pulling out of his arms, she moved out of the room and didn’t look back.
****
There was more to Larissa than Big Dick had given her credit for.
It was early, nearly five in the morning, and Ava had asked if he would go and check on the shop.
Actually, Smokey had asked if anyone would be willing to go into the bakery at five in the morning.
Larissa would already be there to prepare for the morning’s baked goods.
No one had volunteered and after finding her yesterday curious about the noises Brick and one of the club pussy were making, Big Dick had no choice but to follow her. From the moment she arrived, he’d kept to the shadows, not wanting to disturb her, and he’d watched her.
Carlos, the fucker, had spotted him, and told him he was welcome. It would seem Raven and Carlos had been the ones to bring Larissa to the clubhouse.
Big Dick hadn’t been interested in any of the club pussy, and he had a lot of fun in the shadows, especially as Larissa didn’t have any idea she was being watched.
She was no fake. She was not putting on an act.
With Larissa, what you saw was what you got.
She was a good woman, but he also knew she was going through a lot of shit right now.
He figured it was because of the shooting.
That kind of shit could mess with anyone’s head.
Using the key, he let himself inside the bakery around the back.
The main part of the bakery was closed. The blinds were down, giving her the privacy she needed.
He was surprised to walk in to hear music playing.
Larissa had a lovely voice. She would have made a hell of a musician, if she had wanted the fame and fortune.
She hadn’t. He knew Jonah had tried to convince her a few times to try, to no avail.
Big Dick stepped into the main kitchen and watched as she stood at the ovens, her body swaying from side to side. No one was around, and he was pretty sure that was a lot more sexual than he had ever seen her move.
Larissa was becoming quite the mystery. The song came to an end, and he clapped his hands together, to which she let out a scream and spun around.
“George, you scared me!” She put a hand to her chest.
“Sorry, I was just so taken by the show you were putting on.”
“That’s not funny.” She rolled her eyes, a small buzzer went off, and she opened the oven and pulled out the tray of cookies.
He saw the kitchen was already full of baked goods. “How long have you been here?”
Larissa looked around and nibbled her lip. “I couldn’t sleep.”
He stared at her and noticed she wouldn’t quite look at him. “Does this have anything to do with what happened yesterday?”
“No,” she said, and he knew she had spoken quickly.
Once she put the tray of cookies on a large cooling rack, she put the tray on another rack and proceeded to pick up two trays he knew were for display purposes only.
She stepped out into the main shop and Big Dick got into position. When she stepped back into the kitchen, he banded an arm around her waist and trapped her between his body and the wall.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Testing a theory.”
“I don’t know why you’re here, George, but you need to let me go.” The last word faded on her lips as he cupped her cheek.
“You know, I can’t stop thinking about that kiss you planted on my lips back at the bar,” he said.
“That was a dare.”
“Yeah, well, now I can’t stop thinking about it, so how about I make it even, and I kiss you and see if it is as good as that time at the bar?”
She frowned but he didn’t give her a chance to question him, as he took full possession of her lips. He wasn’t gentle either, he was hungry. Starving for her, all her.
He teased his tongue across her lip, and she let out a gasp, and he took full and complete advantage by sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting her.
She tasted like coffee and cinnamon. A heavenly combination.
Combined with her lemony scent, he felt the instant pull of warmth to his dick. He wanted her so badly.
This was dangerous.
Pulling away from the kiss, he stared into her eyes. They were deep pools of longing and conflict. He saw how confused she was, and he kissed her again.
“Fuck me,” he said. “It wasn’t just the bar.”
“What?”
“You’re a fucking good kisser.” And he took possession of her lips again.
This was not about the bet. Big Dick just couldn’t help himself.
He always tried to avoid kissing women. Most of the time, he didn’t like the slathering all over him, and he couldn’t stand them being near him. Now, it felt so good.
Larissa was not just any other woman. She was Larissa. A woman that had barely been kissed as far as he knew.
“How many men have you kissed like this?” he asked.
“None.”
“Not even Andrew?” he asked.
“Only on the cheek.”
Of course it would only be on the cheek. Larissa was a good girl.
Putting his hand at her waist, he stared into her eyes as he slowly ran his hands down her side, teasing at the knee where the hem of the dress fell.
“You were curious yesterday,” he said.
“It’s not my place—”
“You know there is nothing wrong with being aroused with what you saw,” he said. “It can feel good to just let go, when you’re with the right person, and they know exactly what buttons to press and how to make it feel good.”
Again, this wasn’t about the bet. This was just a need that consumed him.
He wanted to touch every inch of her body, to have her screaming and begging for more.
Little Larissa Adams, the sweet girl, who he could explore her dirty side with.
It would mean he would win the bet, and get a taste of her.
He hated to admit it, but he’d been trapped by Larissa too many times.
She had gotten under his skin by doing absolutely nothing, and it had made him fall.
He hadn’t been with a woman in so fucking long, because, to put it bluntly, he couldn’t.
He was a man used to using his dick whenever he felt like it.
He had earned the reputation for being a Big Dick and having one. It was a title he was so damn proud of.
And yet, since Larissa had started to fucking work for them at the clubhouse, and everywhere he turned she was there, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her.
This is what no one else knew. How he would be drawn to her.
He would check to see if any of the guys would even notice, but he did.
Every time she entered a room, he would notice her.
All women paled in comparison. And he fucking hated it.
The best way to get over this little obsession was to finally work it out. No one needed to know. He’d figure shit out with Carlos when he won that bet.
He stroked a finger beneath her skirt and stared into her eyes. If she showed any signs of fear, or of him not wanting to touch her, he’d step back. He’d give her space. Her cheeks were flushed, and he knew not all of it was because of the baking.
He moved his fingers up, getting close to finally touching precious gold, and just as he was about to make contact, the shop’s phone rang.
Larissa jerked in his arms and immediately pulled away, rushing to the phone, where she picked up and answered it.
“Hello,” she said.
Big Dick watched her.
She frowned. “Hello.”
His senses went on high alert, and Big Dick went over and took the phone from her. The line had deep breathing. He knew exactly who it was. Slamming the phone down, Big Dick started to look around the shop.
“What is it?” she asked.
“You keep doing your job,” he said.
The Twisted Bastards MC were playing them. The deep breathing over the line, just as he was about to touch her. It was too perfect, too magical, and Big Dick began his search.
It had been several months since the shooting, where Cadeon had gotten away. Hunter had admitted to the club that he had a decision to make—save Harlow and Hailey, or take out Cadeon. Big Dick knew that some of the club members would have taken Cadeon out.
He was more than happy that he had chosen his sister. Harlow was a pain in the ass, always had been since fucking birth, but she was a firecracker, a damn good person, and he adored her. He would do anything for her, and he’d been a dick to her when he learned of their secret affair.
With this little interruption, Big Dick knew he had to be careful.
Looking up at the vent across from where he’d caught Larissa and pinned her against the wall, he saw the small light that wasn’t easy to detect.
Grabbing a stepladder, he pulled it to the vent as Larissa continued to fill the shop.
He lifted the vent off with ease, and that told him someone had been in the shop.
Most of the vents were screwed down, but this one came off way too easily without any use of tools.
He picked up the camera and turned it off.
Cadeon was proving to be better than he expected.
The question was, how the fuck did they get the cameras in the shop?
This place had been on watch twenty-four-seven.
He had a feeling there were more cameras, but that also meant there were going to be cameras in the club’s other places of business, and he had a feeling they were also going to be in Hailey’s Beauty Parlor.
“What is it?” Larissa asked.
“The war’s back on. That’s what it means,” he said.
He wasn’t going to leave Larissa alone, but he needed to bring Smokey and the club up-to-date with what he knew.
****
Several Hours Later
After a quick sweep, they had detected cameras in multiple businesses, including Hailey’s Beauty Parlor.
Big Dick sat in his chair and waited for Smokey to speak.
All the cameras they had located were on the table, right in front of them.
Homes had been searched, including the clubhouse.
Individual homes were secure, as was the clubhouse.
Cameras were found in their businesses where there was always a short window to get inside.
They could be planted and make their escape.
“This is bullshit,” Brick said.
“And fucking cowardly,” Elijah said.
“Pieces of shit. We already knew they were fucking cowards, but this is worse.” This came from Vice.
“And you found nothing on them?” Rocky asked, looking toward him.
“Nothing,” Big Dick said.
They relied on him, he knew this. They all relied on him to be able to find the information he needed, but that was proving to be difficult.
It was pissing him off. He never had this trouble, yet now he couldn’t fucking do this. Why? Harlow had been able to get more shit on the Twisted Bastards MC than him. That wasn’t right.
“Do we call lockdown?” Hunter asked.
“No,” Smokey said. “That will have us all in the same place at exactly the same time. That’s what they want.
No, we continue to live our lives, without any of this shit.
” He looked toward him. “Big Dick, you’ve got to figure out how to locate them.
We’re counting on you. We got lucky last time with Hailey and Larissa. We might not get so lucky again.”