Chapter Eight
“You know if I was thirty years younger, I would not let that man breathe, so much as go away.”
Dinah pulled into her driveway to see Road’s bike where he always parked it.
She climbed out of her car, and slammed the door, rounding to the back. She’d had multiple clients today, each one telling her exactly what they would do to the likes of Road. Some of them funny, most of them a little shocking. All in all, it was quite the fun afternoon of styling.
Several older women had told her to have some fun. That it was about time she got herself a man, and they were relieved to see one quite so virile.
Dinah didn’t know what was going on with Road, but he kept staring at her through the window. One of the ladies said he’d been there a good five minutes before she had even seen him. She didn’t know what was going on, but she intended to find out.
Grabbing her case from the car, she made her way to the door, unlocked it, and stepped on through. One of the women who was getting a treatment on her hair warned her that he would probably use her, have a party, then make her clean up the whole mess.
There was no loud music, nor signs of any beer bottles or bodies. Road didn’t have a party, but the house smelled amazing. She put her bag down and couldn’t resist calling out to him.
“Honey, I’ve arrived home,” she said, giggling as she did.
It was meant to be a joke, but as she turned around, she nearly screamed because he was already right there, drink in hand, smiling at her.
“Welcome home, beautiful.” He wore an apron as well. The leather jacket was nowhere to be seen, but the jeans she had kept for him, as well as one of his shirts, was visible, and his sleeves were rolled up.
“You found your clothes,” she said.
She couldn’t even remember why he had started to bring a change of clothes. She figured it was because he’d started to sleep at her house more often.
“It wasn’t hard to find.”
She took the drink he offered, which turned out to be a glass of wine. She wasn’t a big drinker, but right now she felt like she needed it.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the dining room.
“Road, what are you doing?”
“You’ve worked hard all day, and you’ve been on your feet again, all day, it’s time for you to take a rest.” And with that, he pulled out a chair and helped her sit at the table. She did so without spilling a single drop of wine.
“Everything smells amazing,” she said.
He kissed her cheek. “Wait until you taste it.”
She took another sip of her wine, and then put the glass down. Within seconds, he returned carrying a tray, and Dinah’s mouth watered.
“Did anyone order pot roast?” he asked.
“That’s my favorite,” she said.
“Good, hopefully, you will enjoy this. It has been a long time since I last made pot roast. I might be a little … you know, out of practice.”
He rounded the table and Dinah smiled at him as he served them both.
She took another quick sip of her wine, and then picked up her knife and fork. Slicing into the beef, she saw it pretty much fall off the bone, and was so meltingly tender.
“Wow,” she said.
It had been a long time since she made her mother’s pot roast, but Road must have found the recipe cards she had kept. Her mother had loved to cook and bake in her spare time. The only way to stay healthy was to cook everything yourself. That had been her mother’s motto. Dinah tried to stick to it, but there were times it was a struggle to do so.
The food was delicious, no doubt about it. She cut into the potatoes that were just as beautiful, fluffy, and full of flavor. The carrots as well. So good. Road had really outdone himself.
“Do you want to tell me what is going on?” she asked, and picked up her wine glass.
“Nothing is going on.”
“I know you’re a busy guy. Something must have happened for you to opt to make me pot roast, rather than be with your men. You can tell me, I will not judge. You’re feeding me, and it is all delicious.”
Road took a deep breath, and she watched as he expelled it slowly, a little too slowly. She refused to rush him and instead waited and took another bite of her food.
“Do you ever get the feeling that something bad is about to happen?” Road asked. “I’m not saying something … I don’t know what I’m saying.”
“You think something bad is about to happen?” Dinah asked.
“Yeah, I do, and if we’re not careful, and we do what I know Brute is doing, and I even understand why, then it’s going to bite us in the ass.”
“Then you’re going to have to talk to this Brute. Maybe explain to him why you feel this way.”
“There is no talking to him.” He shook his head.
“Why not?”
“Because he and I don’t exactly talk like that. Well, it’s complicated, our friendship changes from day to day.”
“You’re both part of a club, and you don’t take the time to talk.”
He snorted. “We rarely see eye to eye.”
“But, he must have some faith in you, right?”
Road frowned. “What did you say?”
“Some faith in you. If you think about it, after what happened, he wouldn’t have taken you into the club.” She shrugged.
“How do you know Faith?”
She pursed her lips. “It’s religion. You know, faith, that kind of thing.”
“You’re not talking about a person?”
“I don’t know any Faith, why?” she asked. “This is all getting a little confusing. I’m just trying to help you and your club, and are you seriously questioning my intentions again? Thinking I’m working with the damn Golubev. What? My master plan is to tear you apart? You’re the one that keeps coming to me, remember.” She lost her appetite. Putting her knife and fork down, she glared at him. “I’ve had enough and it is time for me to leave.” She got to her feet. “And seeing as this is my house, you can let yourself out.”
“Fuck, damn it, don’t,” he said.
Dinah knew she should just walk away and ignore him, but it was Road, and he was her friend.
“I didn’t mean it like that. Brute’s wife is called Faith, and I just … I’m losing my mind, because I know Sergey plays mind tricks.”
“Well, I’m not some robot he’s controlling. I was trying to be positive to you.” She stood her ground as he rounded the table and came to her.
“I know, and I’m sorry.”
She smiled. “Do you realize that you scrunch up your nose when you apologize?”
“No, I don’t.”
She laughed. “Yeah, you do. Is that something you’re not used to doing? Saying you’re sorry?”
“No, I’m not used to it at all. I tend to use my fists, and that gets the job done.” He rubbed at his eyes, and she saw he was having a hard time handling it.
She cupped his face. “Because I see how difficult this is for you, and how you keep struggling, I’m going to make it easier for you.” She pressed a kiss to his nose. “I forgive you.”
Her mother had often said forgiveness was a sign of strength, not weakness.
He reached out and tucked a strand behind her ear. The look in his eyes seemed to change, and Dinah didn’t know what was coming next, but as his lips brushed against hers and she felt that tingle once again flooding her body, she moaned his name, not wanting to stop.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he said.
One of his hands went to her back and then slid down, going toward her ass, and she felt the warmth of his cock against her. The hard ridge pressed against her stomach.
Dinah reached around his waist and tugged at the tie of his apron. They broke the kiss long enough for her to take off his apron. Even as she had doubts about what she was doing, she continued grabbing his shirt, pulling it off over his head, and tossing it to the floor of her dining room. Road was covered in ink, and as she put her hands on his arms, he suddenly spun her around.
“You’re playing with fire,” he said.
“I don’t care.”
He began to open the buttons of her shirt.
Nerves filled her.
She’d never been naked with a man, but this was Road. Yes, he was an asshole, he was temperamental, and was constantly blowing hot and cold, but he was also kind and sweet. There was more to Road than met the eye.
Even as her nerves had started to build, she didn’t stop him, because she didn’t want to stop him.
With each button opened, she knew they were crossing a line they would never come back from.
****
Road knew he had nearly fucked up, and he hated that he came so close to ruining something special.
Dinah was special. She wasn’t like any of the other women he had known. She wasn’t after her own agenda, or trying to get a name for herself, or even using him to get within the Bratva, or the club.
Opening the last button of her shirt, he felt her tense up and he took his time, giving her plenty of chances to tell him to stop. She didn’t say a single word.
And then, he eased her shirt off her shoulders, showing off the lacy lingerie he already knew she preferred. He’d done her laundry for her and had seen the sexy panties and bras she sported. Always matching as well as soft. Dinah liked luxury against her skin, and he could understand that.
He kissed her shoulder, and then eased the strap of her bra down her arm, along with the other one. Her clasp was in the back, and all it took was a flick of the wrist to have the bra off.
She gasped. “I guess I don’t need to ask how you’re able to do that so easily.”
“I think it would be better if you don’t ask.”
He kissed her neck, brushing his tongue across the valley of her neck, right against her pulse. He took a chance and nipped at the flesh, and her sudden moan was all he needed to know.
Road intended to learn every inch of her body, to know what made her ache, what she loved. He wanted her screaming and begging him for more, and he would be very willing to provide.
Dinah was his now. He was never going to allow another man to get close to her. She belonged to him in every single way. He couldn’t even stand the thought of another man trying to get her attention. He wasn’t going to give her up for anything.
He gathered her hair into his hands and moved it out of the way as he kissed across her neck, and then moved toward the other part of her neck. This time, he nipped down and she gasped, arching up against him.
With his other hand, he placed his palm flat on her stomach, and then, as he attended to her neck, he slowly began to move up until he cupped one of her full tits. He felt the hardness of her nipple within his palm. Massaging her tit, he kissed her neck and then spun her around within his arms, and pulled her close. Naked body to naked body.
Road couldn’t recall ever feeling a woman like this, especially not recently, and he relished every second of her closeness. He breathed her in.
“Road,” she said. “I want you.”
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, and then he took her hand and led her back to her bedroom. She didn’t stop him, not even as he entered her room. Her curtains were closed, not that he worried about anyone looking in.
Her light was aglow by the side of her bed, because he’d already been inside to fix everything. To close the curtains, and turn on a light, to make it far more inviting for her.
Turning toward her, he pulled her close.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yeah, I am.”
He chuckled. “You don’t have to seem quite so … shocked.”
“Trust me, this is a good feeling to have.” She went on her toes. “Unless you don’t want to be here?”
He took her hand and placed it right over his cock. “Trust me, I want to be here. There is no place else I want to be.”
He cupped her cheek, and then pressed his lips to hers. At the same time, he reached for her pants and loosened the button, followed by the zipper. Breaking the kiss, Road stared into her eyes and then began to kiss down her body.
She breathed deeply, and he stroked his hands down toward her breasts and cupped them together. They were large, with nice-sized red nipples. Teasing across the peaks, he watched her eyes close, and then he tutted.
“No, you have to look at me,” he said.
Dinah opened her eyes, and he flicked his tongue across each mounded nipple, before sucking one then the other into his mouth. She cried out.
“That’s it, baby,” he said.
Once he had licked and sucked at each of her nipples, Road continued his descent toward her pussy. He went onto his knees and pulled her pants down her thighs. She stepped out of them, and he did the same with the soft, lacy panties. They were so sexy but he wanted his woman naked.
With the panties gone, he grabbed hold of her hips and moved her back toward the bed. When her legs hit the edge of the bed, he pushed her down just a little and she had no choice but to sit. He spread her legs wide and stared up at her.
“I’m going to make you feel good.”
“Road?”
“Trust me.” In the back of his mind, he knew he had no right to ask her to trust him, but right now she didn’t know any of that. He was going to make sure she didn’t know it. Dinah was his reward for everything he had been through, and everything he would go through.
The truth would die with him.
He kissed each of her knees, and then started to move up her thighs, going toward her core.
She gasped and he placed a hand on her stomach, easing her back, and then he stared at her naked, virgin cunt. Dinah had a tiny thatch of pubic hair that lined the lips of her sex, which he found so fucking sexy. He wasn’t into a bare pussy. He liked to know the pussy he was taking was all woman.
Spreading the lips of her sex, he saw her swollen clit, and she was so wet. He intended to make her dripping. One glance at her virgin cunt, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like, but he wasn’t going to penetrate her with his finger. No, he was going to take her with his cock.
Road had never been with a virgin. Dinah was going to be his only one. He also knew he didn’t have any condoms. He wanted to feel her bare around his cock.
He’d ask her about the pill later, but right now he needed to taste her juicy cunt. Spreading the lips of her sex open, he pressed his tongue against her clit, and then slid all the way down, but stopped just before her pussy. He heard her slight inhale, and it was a heady sound. He couldn’t get enough of it.
Drawing back up, he slid his tongue across her clit, and then took the nub between his teeth, sawing back and forth. He heard her pleasure as she cried out, gasped, and even arched.
Her pussy was getting wetter with every second that passed, and his cock ached to be inside her.
He was determined to bring her to orgasm, and as quickly as he started, he felt the change within her as she started to build toward an orgasm. Just as she was at that peak, he was tempted to keep her teased, but instead stopped himself and pushed her right over the edge, hearing her screams of pleasure.
Road pressed a hand against her stomach to stop her from jerking up off the bed, and let her ride her release until she couldn’t take it anymore. Nudging her up the bed, he already took care of his pants, and he settled between her thighs, knowing he was about to hurt her.