3. Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Big Daddy has the kind of face that’s weathered hard years. Rugged and incredibly masculine. He’s not handsome in the traditional sense, but there’s something about him that simply exudes power and authority. His forearms are thick, muscular, and covered in a scattering of intricate tattoos that scream danger. His ink is sexy and I’m finding him hard to resist.
As we ride away from Shooters on his Harley, my body clings tightly to him. The thrum of the motorcycle engine beneath us vibrates through me, adding to the electric tension already buzzing between us. This feels crazy and reckless, and completely out of character for me. Yet, I can’t help but be drawn to this man I barely know.
I tighten my hold around Big Daddy’s waist as we roar through the night. He doesn’t seem fazed by my death grip. I think he’s enjoying the way my body is pressing up against him.
The motorcycle cuts off outside of my modest apartment building that’s sandwiched between an auto repair store and an old bookstore that hasn’t changed hands for as long as I can remember. My legs shake as I climb off. The vibration still moving through my body. I stare at the man who gave me a ride home. Big Daddy. Otherwise known as the president of the Kings of Anarchy MC. What was Thad thinking, smarting off to a man like Big Daddy?
He’s an idiot.
Big Daddy could crush him with his pinky finger. The knowledge of this should scare me, but I don’t have any reason to fear this gruff biker. I know he has a reputation, but I’ve never heard of him mistreating women.
I went to high school with his niece, Lucie. She was a bitch then and from what I’ve seen of her around town, that still holds true. I won’t hold the relation against Big Daddy. Besides, this is one night. Nothing more. I need to forget, and he needs well, I don’t know what he needs other than an orgasm.
Big Daddy throws a leg over his sleek black motorcycle, towering over me as he climbs off. His size is probably how he got his name. I smirk to myself, thinking about what else on him is likely big. If he doesn’t have a monster dick, I’m going to be disappointed.
“What’s with that naughty smile?” his voice is gruff and commanding in a way that travels to the warm and gushy spot of my lower belly.
“Nothing.”
“Picturing me naked?” His brow meets his hairline.
“No.” I push at him.
“Babe, it’s only fair. I’ve been doing it to you since I laid eyes on you.”
“Don’t be crass.”
“You going to invite me in or are we going to stand her and eye fuck each other until I bend you over my bike and give your neighbors a show?”
“You get straight to the point, don’t you?”
“Only way to be. I say it like it is. I want to fuck you, Gwynee. I’d prefer to do it in your bed.”
“Right.” I dig in my purse for my keys as we walk toward the entrance to my building. We walk in silence until we reach my door and Big Daddy yanks my key from my hand and cups my jaw with his other hand, forcing me against the door as his lips come down on mine hard and fast. I have good height with my heels on, but the minute they come off our size difference may prove challenging.
His lips part, his hot wet tongue gliding along the seam of my own, getting a taste. I open to him, and he takes full control, sliding his tongue alongside mine. If this kiss is only the preview and, judging by the hard bulge in his jeans, I will not be disappointed in the least.
My thighs clench and I caress his neck as he fumbles with my key. The door falls open and I walk backward inside, tossing my purse on the floor as Big Daddy kicks the door shut. I hear my keys hit the counter, then he’s lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his massive frame, my heels likely digging into his back. I go to kick them off when he breaks our kiss and mutters, “What the fuck?” his tone is feral and the hairs on my arms stand.
I glance back and see Thad sitting on my couch watching us. Big Daddy sits me on the kitchen counter.
“I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t think you’d be dumb enough to come back for seconds, boy.” He cracks his knuckles and my heart beats rapidly in my chest. Seeing Thad get murdered isn’t on my to-do-list for today.
“I need to speak to Gwynee. Alone.”
“Not happening,” I mutter as Big Daddy takes a step toward him.
“You heard her. She doesn’t want to talk to you. Thought I made that clear at the bar.”
“Look, man. I’m not asking.”
I watch, mesmerized and scared shitless, as this big ass biker’s hand shoots forward and snatches Thad up by the collar of his shirt in the blink of an eye. “You can walk out of here on two good legs or you can try to crawl when I snap your limbs. Your choice.”
“Gwynee, go ahead and fuck him. Get your revenge, then we can work this out.”
Big Daddy laughs low and full of a darkness I don’t think Thad understands. But I feel it and see it swirling in this large man’s eyes. He’ll kill Thad and not think twice about it.
Thad deserves a good ass kicking, but I don’t want to watch his murder play out in my living room.
“Do you think after she fucks me that she’d want your pathetic, diseased cock back inside her? I’m going to fuck her so hard the shape of my dick will be imprinted inside her. Make no mistake and hear me when I tell you that this is the last time you’ll ever breathe the same air as her. Because if I catch wind of you sniffing around her again, I’ll make it my personal mission to wipe your existence off this continent and no one will ever find your body or mutter your name when I’m through. Understood?”
Thad nods and actually looks scared, finally.
“I said, do you understand?” Big Daddy growls at him and flings him toward the door.
Thad scrambles out the door without sparing me another look.
“I think he may have pissed himself. I’ll replace the couch and carpet.”
“Um…”
“Need to change your locks. I’ll have one of my guys get it taken care of tomorrow.”
He stalks toward me, taking his clothes off as he moves. He lays his cut over the back of my chair and kicks off his boots. That dark look in his eyes is gone now and replaced with desire. Lust. He looks at me like he’s going to absolutely destroy my pussy, and I welcome him to try.
I start undoing the laces on the corset, but stop when he spreads my thighs apart and comes in for a kiss that sears me down to my toes.
“Meant what I said, sweetheart. Even if this between us never goes any further than this night. He gives you any trouble. I’ll handle him.”
“Thank you. I think he got the hint.”
“I don’t know. He seems pretty damn stupid.” He grins at me and shoots me this sexy wink that just does something to me.
He looms over me, staring down at my tits falling out of my top. “Fucking perfect, baby. Bet you’re so damn pretty when you come.”
He kisses me again. This time it’s slow and more controlled and even hotter than the last. He’s going to wreck me and my pussy, and I can’t fucking wait.
“Get this off so I can taste’m.” He tugs on the corset, and I move my fingers as quickly as I can to undo the laces. I fling the black fabric behind me, not caring where it lands. His greedy and eager lips descend down my throat and across my chest as he teases the sensitive skin of my nipples with his fingers and mouth, playing ample attention to both. “How wet are you?” He shoves a meaty hand down the front of my tight jeans, barely able to fit his hand inside. His fingers meet the damp spot of my undies, and he groans. “Soaked for me. You ready for me?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Good. ‘Cause I can’t wait any longer to find out if the promise of you lives up to the reward.” He scoops me off the counter bridal style and takes me down the short hallway to my bed.
Big Daddy drops me onto the mattress, and I go up on my knees to undo his jeans and get my first glimpse of his glorious cock.
Before I can lick the pearly bead from the tip, he cups my face under my chin, forcing my gaze on his. “Hate to ask this right now, but when was the last time you were tested? If he was fucking around on you, I’m sure today wasn’t the first.”
“I went in earlier this week to get my checkup and my refill on my birth control pill. I have a hard rule about condoms.”
“I’m trusting you.”
“Might have been sleeping with a liar and a cheat, but I’ll never lie to you. Especially about something like that.”
“When was the last time you fucked Thad?”
“Last week. He’d been out-of-town working at one of the other stores. Today was the first time I was seeing him since last Thursday.”
He holds my gaze and makes his choice by dropping his pants and gripping his thick cock in his fist. I lick my lips as I watch him stroke himself. “Take your jeans off.”
I do as he says and go back to my position, kneeling on my bed in my underwear, waiting for whatever is going to happen next. “Come suck it. Get it good and wet.” I lean forward to take him into my mouth and he grips the back of my hair, giving it a possessive yank.
I wrap my lips around him as my jaw aches at the girth of him, but I’m no quitter.
“Yeah, baby. Like that,” he praises. “Such a good girl.”
Big Daddy fucks my mouth, and I can’t resist touching myself as I rub my clit.
I’m drenched and want nothing more than for him to keep his word and fuck me so hard that the shape of his dick imprints on my insides.