Chapter 10
Moon
The masked man tugs on my ponytail jerking my head back, the cool edge of a blade pressed against my neck.
I don't scream, neither does Mom. Dad trained us for these situations. If we ever get kidnapped we stay silent and show no fear. We're a reflection of the club.
I want to scream, I want to cry.
"Watch." the masked man spits. I squeeze my eyes shut. I can't watch another man rape my ma. I can't. They're ruthless. I know the masked man is the Reaper's president, they didn't bother to cover up their colors I can see the patches on their leathers clearly. That must mean they don't plan on keeping us alive.
"I said watch bitch!" the man bellows, the knife nicking the skin of my neck. It stings, but I don't make a sound. If momma can stay quiet through all that they're doing to her then I can stay quiet too.
When I open my eyes the last man of the line that was once fifteen people is pulling up his pants. I can't see his face through the mask he's wearing, but somehow I can tell he's smiling.
"I want her next," he says pointing at me. I don't verbally react but my whole body is shaking in fear. Please no, I'm only ten. Please don't. I beg mentally.
The man holding me at knife-point laughs.
"Kill the Devil's Outlaws' whore first then you can have this little bitch." he yells, the scary man pulls a gun putting it to moms head. She mouths the words I love you before- BANG.
"NO!" I scream.
"Shh you're okay baby, I've got you. You're safe." A familiar voice whispers. My eyes shoot open as arms tighten around me.
"Please no!" I yell, feeling the hands of the scary man on me. The hands release my body when I try to yank myself free.
"You're safe baby!" the voice yells again. It's not until my face is gripped firmly and I'm staring into whisky-colored eyes that I realize it's Dagger.
"Don't cry," he whispers, his voice pained. I didn't even realize I was crying.
"Help me." My voice doesn't even sound familiar at the moment.
"What do you need me to do, Baby?"
"Help me forget," I whisper. He gently pulls me out of bed, wrapping me in a hug. It feels safe and comforting now that I know it's him.
When I pull away I look down at myself noticing I'm no longer in the corset top and black ripped jeans. I'm now in one of his shirts, the fabric stopping mid-thigh. I do a mental check that all my undergarments are still on and they are.
"Why am I in your shirt?"
"Yours were covered in dirt so I put them in the laundry basket over there." He says pointing to a white basket by his ensuite bathroom. He reaches into his drawer pulls out some sweatpants and hands them to me.
"Here put these on, I want to take you somewhere." I quickly slide them on, it's then that I notice he's still in his jeans, boots, and cut with nothing on underneath. Did he sleep at all? He grabs his plain leather jacket that he wears in wintertime and puts it on me. It's so big it swallows me even though I'm definitely not a small girl.
"We'll have to stop by your room to grab your socks and your riding boots. Then the garage to grab an extra helmet," he says grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of the door. He's so determined to take my mind off things he's treating it like a mission. It's kind of endearing in a way.
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I'm power walking trying to keep up with his long strides as we finally reach his bike, our hands still interlocked. I look up into his eyes, just admiring him. He's everything in a man that I could ever dream of and it's so weird to finally have a version of him that reciprocates my feelings.
I never thought anything like this would actually happen. He leans down, planting a gentle kiss on my lips before pulling a black full-face helmet down over my head and buckling it under my chin. He pulls the strap making sure it's good and tight before smacking the top of the helmet.
"You ready, Baby?" I nod, melting from his words. He gets on his Harley, cranking it up before reaching his hand out for mine, so I can hold it as I use the footpegs to get on behind him. Once I'm settled against his back with my arms wrapped around his waist caressing his tattooed abs he takes off out of the clubhouse parking lot.
He's going faster than I've ever gone on a bike and instead of feeling scared like I should be, I feel... free.
"Whewww!" I yell, slowly releasing one of the arms I have wrapped around him and raising it in the air. It's a hot summer night but the wind chill on this bike is rough. Dagger laughs in response, reaching a hand back to grip my thigh.
"This is what I do when I need to clear my head," he tells me and I get it, I really do. It's so calming, yet exhilarating at this speed.
"I like it, it makes me feel free."
"Good, because that seat back there belongs to you, Baby and I like having you on it," he says, sending a pang straight to my heart and a shiver of pleasure down my spine. All I've wanted since I was sixteen years old was to be his and that statement is basically an admittance of love for a biker.
I don't know when I quit caring what my dad would think, but I did at some point. In this moment, I've come to the realization that I won't let anyone or anything stand in the way of whatever this is.
We ride together in silence for a while before we reach a secluded area.
I recognize the place but I haven't been here since I was young. The whole club used to come out here to the falls on family weekend get-togethers but since the only old ladies we had at the time weren't around anymore we all just kinda decided to quit going and that there wasn't a need for family days anymore after the loss. It didn't feel the same.
We pull through an overgrown path right up to the edge of the water before Dagger puts the kickstand down. The moon casts a glow over the water as it ripples from the water crashing down from the falls.
I grip Dagger's shoulders to help myself off the bike. Before I can start unbuckling my helmet Dagger is doing it for me. When he pulls it off of me I'm smiling up at him.
I really could get used to this.
"You're so damn cute." He says with a smile before tapping the tip of my nose.
"In this?" I say disbelievingly as I gesture to the baggy clothes and my boots that have the sweats all bunched up on my calves like pantaloons.
“Yes, I like seeing a beautiful woman in my clothes." He replies leaning down and pecking my lips before I can argue some more.
I take off towards the dock when Dagger starts looking through his saddle bags. I want to sit on the end and stick my feet in the water.
"Don't go on that old thing, I need to check that it's stable first!" Dagger yells, but of course, I ignore him. It looks steady enough to me. I run down it, reaching the end before I turn around to look at him, putting my arms out as if to say 'see it's fine'. He shakes his head at me as he walks in my direction with a bag in one hand, and a blanket in the other.
When he reaches me, a smile painted on his face. He puts everything down at my feet before wrapping his arms around my waist.
"You're such a great listener." He says sarcastically before giving me a light smack on the ass. I can't help the giggle that escapes me.
"I had a few things packed, I had this planned for tonight already before everything happened." He says shyly, laying out the blanket over the large squared end of the dock. I'm taking off my boots, so I can stick my feet in the water while he starts pulling things out of the bag.
A bottle of wine, two plastic cups, my favorite chips, and candies. He thought of everything. I don't know how to respond to him remembering that I love dill pickle chips and peanut M&M's so I just smile. I've never been a wine drinker. We don't have it at the clubhouse, but I like that it's what he chose to bring. It's like the romance movies, and I can tell he put a lot of thought into this.
Seated, I scooch myself forward just a little so I can dangle my bare feet over the edge into the water. I don't know why I expected the water to be cold mid-summer, but the warmth of the water surprised me. It's almost warmer than the brisk night air. When I look over my shoulder at a shirtless Dagger pouring us each a plastic cup full of a rich-looking red blend, an idea pops into my head.
He hands one of the cups to me. My lips hug the edge of the clear plastic, sipping down the tart red wine. His eyes fill with heat, zeroed in on where my lips meet the cups edge. I send him a sultry smile in response before placing my cup down and bringing myself to my feet.
"I've got an idea."
"And what would that be, Baby?" He asks, looking at me lustfully.
I don't say anything. I just pull his tee shirt that I'm wearing up teasingly slow, putting on a show for Dagger that has his eyes eating me up.
He looks at me slack-jawed when my ample breasts come into view, barely covered by a sexy black bralette that makes my skin look creamy in contrast. The silence between Dagger and I is full of tension that makes me want to rub my thighs together to soothe the anticipation building there.
I do the same with the sweatpants but not as gracefully, leaving me in only a black lace thong that leaves very little to the imagination and the matching bralette that hardly contains my chest.
"Fuck, Baby." He groans, his eyes drinking me in.
"You coming?" I ask with a wink as I turn my back to him and quickly bend over. I slowly slide my underwear down my legs seductively before stripping out of my bra, leaving me completely bare with my back facing him.
I then dive off the end of the dock holding my breath, slowly breathing air out of my nose as I swim underneath the water to prevent it from going up my nose. I can’t stand when that happens. The fresh warm water caresses my skin in a way that both sets my muscles at ease yet tightens my nipples. The feeling has me mentally begging Dagger to hurry up and follow me in.
When my head breaks the surface, I tread water watching Dagger hurriedly yank his jeans off. His Cut is already neatly folded and laid down on the blanket.
To any man in an MC, their Cut is probably their most prized possession. They take really good care of it because it signifies how they care for the Club and their loyalty.
A few seconds later he's diving in right behind me, heading straight for me.
For some reason, my heart quickens and I feel the need to run. Not because I'm scared of Dagger, but because of some primal instinct inside of me that recognizes that he will wreck me.
Dagger breaks the surface of the water a few feet away from me, his eyes full of lust and danger. Not even thinking about it, I turn and swim as fast as I can towards the waterfall. My heart is racing so fast I can feel it in my throat.
I want him to catch me, but something about the chase sends fire through my veins.
I can hear the water rippling behind me as he gains on me. He's so close I can almost feel him at my back. I reach the waterfall, slipping under it into a small alcove. It's darker here, the only light being the moonlight casting over the falling water from the outside. I spin in a circle looking around trying to spot him. I could've sworn he was right behind me.
My heart beats out of my chest, heat rushing through my core. The water level rests right over my nipples, my feet reaching here so I can easily stand on the sandy floor. I steady myself, watching the water run down as I wait for Dagger to approach.
As the minutes pass they feel like hours, after a while I start to think maybe he didn't see me come back here.
"Boo." His sexy gruff voice hums darkly, his lips brushing my ear.
His breath against my bare skin sends shivers down my spine directly to the place between my thighs. I jump at the shock, he's been watching me this whole time.
I try to swim away but his arms are wrapped tightly around me, my back pressed against his front.
His hard cock rests firmly against my ass, begging for entry. One hand slides up my soft tummy teasingly before reaching my breasts.
He palms my left breast, tugging gently on my nipple in a way that sets me ablaze. I moan out unabashed by the pleasure coursing through me.
"You thought you could escape me, Baby?" I whimper when Dagger pinches my nipple roughly. He leans down, his lips brushing against my neck. My body melts against him, my fingers in his hair holding him against me. He traces his tongue up my throat before digging his teeth into my skin right below my ear, sucking hard. I half moan, half cry out as he marks me.
"Please, Dagger," I breathe out needily.
His teeth release me gently kissing over the tender skin.
"You're so fucking sexy when you beg."
He groans out when my hand grips his hard cock. Stroking him from base to tip, I set a tortuously slow pace.
Low grumbles of pleasure escape him, his forehead resting on my shoulder. He lets me lead the situation for a couple of minutes before he spins me around reminding me who’s really in control. He lifts me by the ass, my legs wrapping around his waist. His dick feels so right resting against my slick center, grinding against my clit.
Dagger’s eyes meet mine and so much passes between us. I can feel his hunger for me, but I also know that this has more meaning to him than just a fuck. I grip the back of his head by his long wet hair, crashing my lips against his, pouring all my need and fear for what doing this might mean into the kiss.
I'm desperate for him... desperate for this pull between us to finally bring us together in the way I've fantasized about.
I moan out wantonly into the kiss feeling pressure building in my core, tightening to the point that I know I'm going to come soon if he keeps grinding against me like this.
"Tell me you want it baby and I'll give it to you." He whispers against my lips as we both heave in air, even in the darkness I can tell his pupils are blown out from the pleasure.
"Please Dagger I need you inside of me right now," I beg, tracing my fingers along his jaw, not breaking eye contact. I need him to know I mean it.
He backs us up until my back hits the natural stone wall of the cave. A shiver escapes me at the chill of it, Thankfully it's smooth against my skin.
"You're such a good girl." He praises, one arm banded around my waist to support my weight, his other lining up the head of his cock at my entrance.
My mouth hangs open slightly, my breath hitching in my throat. My eyebrows furrow as he slowly stretches me to accommodate his rather large size.
His forehead is pressed to mine, his face looking pained as he holds back. Trying to give me time to adjust. I need more though. I need him deeper.
"Please." I whimper trying to push my hips down to feel more of him inside of me. What’s left of his restraint finally snaps at the feeling. He drives up into me roughly, my wetness makes it easy for his length to fully seat itself inside of me.
After a few seconds, I lightly wiggle my hips, signaling him to move. He's so deep and this angle feels like too much pressure. It almost feels like he’s in my stomach.
"Dagger I need-" he slowly pulls almost all the way out before roughly thrusting into my center over and over again, stirring up something much more powerful than I've ever felt before.
"So needy and wet, you're such a good little slut taking all of me like this." He groans through gritted teeth, slamming into me uncontrollably. He can feel I'm close and he's chasing my high along with his own.
His pace is unrelenting, giving me everything I need. Feeling him inside of me like this is more freeing than any motorcycle ride that I'll ever take.
My mind goes blank when the hand that’s not banded around my waist wraps around my throat. My back slides up the stone wall with each thrust.
He squeezes tight, pressure now not only filling my core but also filling my head. I can hear myself mumbling incoherently, begging and pleading breathlessly. He smiles a devilish smirk at me when he releases my throat. The fuzzy light-headed feeling snaps the last bit of restraint I have.
The orgasm rushes over me, stars filling my eyes as I fall over the edge of the cliff I was teetering on. All of my muscles go slack. Dagger continues chasing his high in my over-sensitive channel as I spasm around his length.
His thrusts start getting more urgent, his forehead now resting against mine once again.
"Your mine, I fucking mean it. I'm never letting you go." With that, he fills me. Hot come coating my core and spilling out of me over his cock as he stays seated inside of me. Both of our breaths are ragged while he holds me tight against him.
We stay like that for a while basking in the afterglow before Dagger sets me on my feet. He holds my waist to steady me when my legs almost collapse under me before I can get my footing. He gently rubs circles against my back dimples, kissing my forehead. Simply just soothing
me in every way he can until my legs decide they want to work.
I quickly wash up in the spring water which I know isn't the most sanitary, but it’ll have to do. It's then that my mind finally returns to my body and I realize something. Something really fucking serious.
We didn't use a fucking condom.