Chapter 8
Moon
I fall into my rumpled sheets -not so gracefully-, my hair sprawled across the covers when Dagger finally puts me down. I stare at the ceiling for a moment trying to gather my bearings as the world spins. Stupid tequila... I love her, but she hates me.
When I can finally sit myself up, my legs dangling off the edge of the bed I see Dagger towering over me. The anger wafting off of him is palpable. I can't help the giggle that escapes me. He's so sexy when he's mad. His leather boots drag against the wood floor as he closes the little bit of distance between us. He grips my jaw firmly, looking down into my eyes for the first time in days. There's pure fire reflecting in his gaze.
"You think this shit is funny Moon? Do you think I enjoy watching you dry hump one of my brothers? Fuck." He lets go of my chin looking over my head at the wall for a second, his fists clenched. I can all but see smoke coming out of his ears. It's hard not to giggle again. I almost always feel the urge to laugh in serious situations, but it's ten times harder to control it when I'm trashed.
"Why do you care what I do? You've been avoiding me for days." I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes drop to my cleavage. I can't be upset about it when he's looking at me like I'm the sexiest thing to walk the earth. I feel my cheeks heat from his appraisal.
"You kissed me." He says plainly. Not a question, not an answer to mine... just a statement.
"You stole my kill." I point out since we're apparently just making statements that don't apply to our current conversation. He shakes his head, running his ring-clad fingers through his hair. He doesn't say anything else just looks anywhere, but at me. My drunken brain can't stand the charged silence so I just start rambling out everything that runs through my mind.
"I get that you're upset at me, okay? I shouldn't have kissed you, I shouldn't have shot at you... blah, blah, blah. Well you shouldn't have followed me. I'm so sick and tired of blaming myself for what happened. You followed me when I was pissed. You stayed when I told you to leave. You spied on me. You stole my fucking kill. You caged me in looking all sexy, talking to me in that raspy voice... how did you expect me not to kiss you? You were basically asking me to do it the way you called me Baby and your lips brushed mine. And now you're avoiding me like it’s all my fault? You drive me fucking crazy, Dagger." Before I can say anything else his lips are on mine, his hand tangled in my hair.
As soon as it's started it's over. He pulls away from me like I've burned him, once again. Backing away from me, until his back hits the wall. He's looking at me with so much desire that it wrecks me. My brain goes silent, I couldn't string together another argument if I tried.
"We can't do this Moon. This is so fucking wrong. Shit, you're basically my niece!" He spits out the last word like it's poison.
"Then you'll have no problem with me going back out there and dancing with my best friend. I'm tired of this shit with you. You want me, then you don't. You kiss me, then you act like it's gross. Fuck you." I stand from the bed, storming towards the door. As soon as I twist the doorknob and go to pull it open his hand is planted firmly against it holding it shut. I can feel his hard-on pressing against my back. I suck in a breath when his hand grips my neck from behind.
"You feel what you do to me?" He whispers gruffly into my ear as he lightly squeezes my neck.
"If kissing is wrong, this is even more sinful. Might wanna go to confession and tell a priest how hard your best friend's daughter makes you. Maybe he can absolve you of your sinful desires." I snark back at him. He squeezes my throat tighter in response, cutting off my air supply. It shouldn't turn me on to feel so powerless in his grasp, but I can feel the arousal pooling between my thighs.
"You don't understand baby, not even God could get you out of my head... I've tried to stop craving you, but you taste too damn sweet." He replies, relaxing his grip on my throat. My head feels fuzzy, and my skin feels like it's been set ablaze. Every place his skin is making contact with mine buzzes as my pulse quickens. I want him. I don't think I've ever wanted him as bad as I do right now.
I turn to face him, breaking his hold on me. My back pressed firmly against the door, his body caging me in.
"I want you." The liquid courage gives me enough confidence to whisper. I grab his hand pushing it under my cut-off Devil's Outlaws MC tee shirt, his calloused hands grazing against my soft skin feels so right.
I release his hand and he trails it the rest of the way to my tits, groping them over my bra in a way that makes a shiver of anticipation roll down my spine. He groans in response to my lust-filled gaze that's begging him to take me. To make me his.
"If we go any further Moon I don't think I'll be able to hold myself back." I moan as he tugs on my pert nipple, the pain swirling into pleasure. The soaked cloth between my thighs sticks to my hot core uncomfortably. I need him to get me naked and fuck me. I need him to ruin me in the ways I've only ever dreamed of. I nod my head yes, not able to form the words to tell him to just take me already.
Suddenly the door is rattling on its hinges, a heavy fist pounding away at it.
"Open the door, Princess." A familiar voice yells. It takes me a moment to register that it’s Nova. The lust clouding my brain fades, quickly replaced by pure panic.
He can't see Dagger in my room like this especially with him hard as a rock. He might tell my father. Nova knows I have a thing for Dagger.
He has seen us flirt before and he’s said a few things, but I still don't think this situation would go over well.
"Closet," I whisper, pointing to the closest hiding spot that he could fit in. He seems to finally come back to reality at that moment. He leans down, stealing a chaste kiss before silently slipping into the closet.
That kiss felt like his way of telling me that this isn't over, that he wants me.
I try not to overthink that as I swing the door open, trying to act natural as a sloppy, angry-looking Nova looks at me up and down. It's then that I realize my hair is probably in disarray. I tuck some pieces behind my ear as nonchalant as possible.
He pushes the door open fully, looking around the room. He looks at my rumpled sheets for a little too long, his jaw ticking.
That wasn't even where Dagger touched me, but I could see how it would look suspicious to him.
"I hate making my bed if I'm just gonna get back in it, sue me," I say jokingly trying to get him to quit acting like a damn cock-blocking detective.
"I was just checking on you, I was worried after Dagger toted you out of the room over his shoulder like a caveman. He looked mad and I needed to make sure you were good." Is he implying that he thinks Dagger would hurt me? His eyes drop to my neck and stay there a while.
"Where the fuck is he? Did that asshole do that to you?" He asks turning my head side to side to inspect my throat.
"Nothing happened Nova, I think you should get some rest," I reply ripping my head from his grasp and herding him out of my room.
"Tell me how you got those marks on your neck and I'll leave." He yells, looking around the room again like he's looking for a sign that Dagger was in here. Luckily he left no evidence.
"They must be marks from my pillow, I get indentions when I lay on them weird." He scoffs at that. To be fair that was an awful excuse but my tipsy brain couldn't come up with anything else on the spot.
He tries to push past me to inspect the room further and I push him towards the door. He looks down at me like I've just stabbed him in the heart. I hate pushing him away, but he can't find Dagger in here.
"Dagger brought me up here and told me I shouldn't be grinding on club brothers if I want them to live and stormed off because he knows how my dad is. He was protecting you. He didn't hurt me." I say improvising a story that sounds somewhat believable. I can tell Nova isn't buying it, but he doesn't dispute it. He looks dejected.
He steps away from me, running his fingers through his hair, looking like he's got a million things running through his mind at once before angrily making his way down the stairs.
I slam the door, locking it.
"That mother fucker thinks I'd hurt you?" Dagger says storming out of the closet and quickly closing the distance between us. He grabs my face in the same way Nova did a moment ago so he can inspect my neck.
"Shit... I'm sorry, Baby." He says softly, running his fingers gently over what I'm sure are red Marks from him choking me. His jaw ticks, I can tell he's upset at himself.
"It didn't hurt, I liked it," I say with a wink taking his hand into my own.
"This is my new favorite necklace." I joke, squeezing his hand in mine. His eyes heat, and a sly smirk paints his face in a way that makes smile lines more prominent on one side. I can tell something has changed.
He's finally giving in to this pull between us and the feeling is inexplicable.