Chapter Fifteen
Petal parked her car once again in the Satan’s Death Riders MC parking lot, and climbed out. Myth was out near his bike, smoking a cigarette. It always surprised her to see him smoking. It was not something he did on a regular basis.
“Back to practice?”
Myth asked.
She walked over to him. “Yeah, I will stop as soon as I’m able to take out all targets on a regular basis.”
“You seem pretty keen to learn.”
“I think I’ve got to, don’t you?”
she asked.
He shrugged. “There is practicing, and then there is a certain someone you want to see, is there not?”
She glared at him. “Stop it. There is nothing going on between Dirty and me.”
“I didn’t say there was, but you have to wonder, do you want something to be going on between the two of you?” he asked.
Petal frowned. “I’ve not seen you at the diner in awhile? Is everything okay?”
“Kim’s been busy, and I’ve been working with Fritz. Tito has been with Kim for a bit.”
Myth shrugged.
“You’re not angry at me for hiring Tanya again, are you?”
“I’m not angry at anything. I have no reason to be.”
He winked at her. “I’m worried about Dirty.”
“Why?”
“Don’t be dumb, Petal. You and I both know you’re not. Dirty is not over you. He is not just doing this out of the kindness of his heart, and regardless of your past, he’s still club. I still have his back. Don’t play with him.”
“I wouldn’t do that,”
Petal said.
“Then tell him to stop coming and helping you, or understand that he wants to be with you.”
Petal glanced down at her hands.
“I get it,”
Myth said. “I know he hurt you and you hate his guts … is there nothing he can do to help you forgive him?”
“Hey, Petal, I saw you pull up,”
Dirty said, shouting from near the clubhouse entrance. “Come on, it’s already set up.”
Petal glanced behind her and then turned to look at Myth, who merely shrugged. She didn’t want him to think she was a bitch.
There was no way for her to answer his question. She didn’t know what to say to him. Should she admit to Myth that she liked being with Dirty? That even as she hated him for what he had done, she missed him? Should she tell him she was torn between kissing him good night and asking if he wanted to come in? That when he was close, she remembered how good it was between them, and part of the reason she struggled to shoot was because she was thinking about the two of them together.
Following behind Dirty, she glanced back toward Myth and knew he was right. She wasn’t trying to lure Dirty into a false sense of security. She just wanted to be with him.
Arriving at the gun range, Dirty picked up the gun she’d been practicing with, and she had a feeling the one she was going to be given once her training was done. She still felt she had a long way to go before she got the chance to have a gun.
Dirty loaded the gun, then took aim and fired one shot. He always took out the target that seemed the furthest away, and then he held the gun out to her. He looked so confident, so comfortable.
She took the gun from him and smiled. “Thanks,” she said.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
For several minutes, she took aim and shot. The first bullet didn’t hit. The second did, and she took out a target. As did the third and fourth, and the bottles exploded as she hit them.
Dirty clapped his hands. “You’re getting the hang of this. No shooting now.”
He moved toward the container of empty beer bottles and placed them back onto their target. He came back toward her, and he was close but not touching.
He took the gun from her, and she watched as he loaded it up, then handed it back to her. Petal took the gun, and their fingers brushed against one another. Just a touch. A light touch. She felt it. And that feeling consumed her.
In the back of her mind, she was screaming at herself to just keep shooting and ignore these feelings which meant nothing. She and Dirty were in the past—a past that needed to stay there.
Only, were they? Was it really over between them, and if so, why did she feel totally gutted at the thought of never being with him again? She didn’t like that feeling, didn’t even want to think of a life without him. She wanted him. Missed him. And in that moment, she didn’t allow herself to think, she spun toward him to find Dirty was close.
Did he feel this too? Was it her craziness?
Neither of them said a word.
He slid his hand against her waist, cupped her cheek with the other, and began to sink it into her hair. Petal stared up at him. There was no reason to talk or even attempt to explain any of this. They were merely talking.
No, they were not talking.
This was not talking.
She stared into his eyes and then slowly moved down. His lips looked so inviting, so ready, and she wanted to kiss him.
Petal didn’t know who started the kiss. One moment they just seemed to be staring at one another, and in the next, they were kissing. It wasn’t a sweet and gentle kiss either. This was one filled with hunger, one filled with the need building between them for months.
Regardless of the heartache, regardless of the bad words and the stupid actions. They hadn’t ended things because it was time, or because they didn’t want each other. Stupid decisions and words had brought them to an end. She knew that.
The hand at her waist moved down, and he grabbed her ass, drawing her closer to him, and she moaned his name, not wanting him to let go, even for a second. He felt so good, and she felt completely out of control.
Throughout the kiss, Dirty took the gun and lowered it to the ground, and then he moved her until her back was up against the building. This time, both of his hands were on her face as he held her, kissing her, deepening it. His tongue traced across her lower lip and she opened, inviting him inside. He let out a moan.
Moving her tongue close to his, she tasted him, and they both moaned.
Dirty broke the kiss and Petal licked her lips.
“Do you still want to shoot?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
“What do you want to do?”
Petal nibbled her lip. Did they go back to her place? Stay? Do it here? She didn’t want to do it here and risk getting caught. If she went back to her place, there was a chance reality would set in, and it wasn’t going to happen.
“Take me to your room,”
Petal said.
Dirty didn’t ask her twice. He grabbed her hand, clearly knowing she didn’t want to be seen. He took her through a private door that led to the back rooms, avoiding the main entrance of the club. She didn’t see anyone, and no one stopped them. Dirty had to use his key and a code to get inside.
The door had also seemed somewhat obscure and secretive, but she didn’t ask about it. Instead, she followed him to his bedroom, and they moved fast. She expected someone to follow them, but no one did.
Then, his door closed. Petal turned to face him.
Dirty flicked the lock on his door. Neither of them moved or even spoke. Not one word, and then, she didn’t know if they both moved at the same time, or if she took the lead, or Dirty did. Either way, the result was the same. She was in Dirty’s arms, and his hands were everywhere, and they felt good. Better than good.
She moaned as he reached for her jeans, and with a tug he had the button open and the zipper slid down. There was no way she was going to be naked with him still in his clothes, so she began to strip him as well, removing his leather jacket. Before it hit the floor, he turned and slid it onto a hook on the door.
While he was distracted in taking care of his leather cut, she used it to her advantage and began to tug at the white shirt he wore. She got it off without it tearing, and Dirty was not to be outdone and did the same, sending her shirt to the floor. He slid a finger beneath the clasp of her bra and flicked it open with a single tug. He was always able to get her bra off with ease. She was not going to think about why and how it was so easy for him to do so.
Her bra was pulled down and it fell to the floor. She reached for his belt, taking care of the zipper in one easy tug. She wanted him naked.
One moment they had pants on, and the next they didn’t, and were lying on his bed.
Dirty’s arms were around her, holding her, stroking her. He took possession of her mouth and then moved over her, putting her arms above her head as he went to her lips. He kissed her lips but didn’t linger. He started to travel down, going toward her neck, sucking on her pulse, making her gasp, and then before she got too aroused, he moved down, sliding his lips toward her tits. One by one, he pressed a kiss to each of her nipples, and then pressed them together, and she heard his groan.
“I’ve missed you, babies. I’ve missed you so damn much.”
Petal groaned as he took one nipple into his mouth, then trailed his lips between the valley of her tits before going for the second. He lavished attention to each nipple, and she felt an answering pull between her thighs. Dirty was not gentle. The tightness he had each bud was verging on pain and pleasure. She just couldn’t contain it. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to stop and at the same time continue. She couldn’t think, and then Dirty stopped her as he let got of her breasts and started to move down her body, going toward her pussy. He was slow moving and she knew exactly where he was going.
She glanced down, and then, as he spread her legs, she felt his breath on her pussy. Licking her lips, she felt how dry they had gotten. She wanted him, craved him.
Dirty didn’t make her wait as he slid his fingers over the fine hairs of her pussy, and then held the lips of her sex open. His touch was gentle, sweet, and his tongue danced across her clit, and she couldn’t help but cry out as the pleasure was intense.
She hadn’t been with anyone since Dirty. The only man she had been with was him. He kissed her pussy, sliding his tongue down toward her entrance, and he began to fuck her with his tongue.
Petal didn’t know what she loved more, his tongue or his mouth. Both seemed to be working her body in an erotic haze. She couldn’t figure anything out. Didn’t want to.
After plunging his tongue deep inside her for multiple thrusts, he then drew his tongue back up. He started to stroke her clit, going back and forth. At the same time, two of his fingers moved toward the entrance of her pussy, and he worked them in, going in and out. His fingers were no match for his tongue.
She cried out, thrusting up against him.
He was taking his time. Torturing her, making her wait, and then, when she got close to the edge, Dirty had a way of making her desperate, and only when he was ready to send her over the edge did he allow her to go. She screamed his name, so lost in the moment, and then her orgasm began to ebb away.
Dirty moved up, kissing her stomach, then each breast in turn before joining her and taking possession of her mouth. She whimpered as he started to kiss her and deepened the kiss.
She felt the hard ridge of his cock as he found her core and started to press his length inside her. It had been too long, but Petal knew she didn’t want him to stop. Inch by inch, he glided inside her, going deep, and she cried out, feeling each inch.
“Fuck,” he said.
He grabbed both of her hands, locking their fingers together, and then pressing them either side of her head. Dirty pulled back, stared down at her, and moved in closer, kissing her lips, deepening the kiss, then he began to slowly move within her. Each thrust seemed to go deep, as he pulled out then slammed back inside her.
She cried out, not wanting him to stop. He felt so good, and this felt so right. She met him, thrust for thrust.
She hadn’t even realized this was what she was missing. She missed Dirty, missed being with him, but she knew she didn’t want to go back to the way it was before. She didn’t want to be a secret, nor did she want to be a job. This time, she wanted the real deal.