Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
SMOKE
My fingers are tightly wrapped around the handlebars of my Harley.
My gut is sitting just as tight as I ride toward the Coyle farm.
Toward Taya.
Today is the day when I ask her on a date, but there is the fucked-up motive behind this. When Bobby-Jay came to us explaining what he needed, I jumped at the chance to step up.
I hate that I have to fucking lie to her, and I know that when it blows up in my face, because it fucking will, she will hate me beyond reason.
Gunning the throttle at the idea of her hating me, I speed toward her to get this over with. There may be a different reason for this, but deep down, it is fucking real for me.
Never before has a woman ever made me feel what Taya Coyle does. My dick belongs to her, even after being inside of her just one time. Feeling her come around my cock and my fingers solidified what I have felt for a long time.
She is mine.
Arriving at the farm, my gut wrenches, but I push it down.
The land that belongs to the family is both rural and desert. The main house stands proud in the middle of the view, with a barn and a few storage buildings, and Taya’s house off in the background, away from the main house, but not too far if she needs her family.
Next to her house is the large pig pen that houses my girl’s pride and joy. I fucking laughed when I heard that it was a chick running those blood-and-bone greedy pigs, when I joined the Three Kings MC as a prospect. I knew about the pigs, but never got the chance to come here.
That all changed a few weeks after I was patched in, and we had to get rid of a piece of shit. It was then that I saw Taya for the first time; she was just fourteen, and I was twenty-two. Let me tell you, she was already a beauty back then, but I kept that to myself, even when I saw how well she could handle herself at that young age.
I slow my bike and come to a stop at the main house. As I dismount my bike, the woman in my thoughts steps out of the house looking like a wet dream, dressed in cotton shorts, an oversized T-shirt that hangs off one bare shoulder, and socks that go to her knees.
Her hair is up in a messy bun as Lottie calls it, and her face is free of makeup.
“What are you doing here, Smoke?” she asks, drying her hands with a towel.
I smirk at her, and closing the gap, I keep my gaze focused on her. She swallows, and I swear I see her thighs clench, which makes my ego happy, not that she would let on that I affect her like this.
“I missed you, babe. Thought I would come and see your pretty face; beats seeing my brothers’ ugly mugs all day.” I grin, making her huff.
With the towel in her hand, she crosses her arms in front of her. An image of her round with my kid, standing here on the porch, waiting for me to come home from the club, slices through my mind.
Fuck, I want that.
I blink it away, because I know we are far from that happening right now.
Her breath hitches when my hands rest on her hips, moving under the material of her shirt. My thumbs trace back and forth over her smooth skin. Her eyes dilate from my touch, but she doesn’t move away, which I see as a bonus.
My gut tightens seeing how fucking beautiful she is, and knowing how this fucked-up plan will hurt her. I swallow the guilt that is rushing to escape and do what I came here to do. I just pray that one day she forgives me.
“Your brothers are in no way, shape, or form ugly, Smoke. They are every girl’s wet dream in leather and denim.” She grins, giving me a saucy look.
I growl, jealously riling up in my body over her comment about my brothers. She shouldn’t be eye-fucking any of them. She is mine.
Shaking her comment off, I flex my fingers against her body, making her shiver. Yeah, I bet none of my brothers would make her react like this over a touch.
“I want to take you on a date,” I say.
She waits a beat before bursting out laughing, stepping back from my touch.
Taken aback by her reaction, I huff, my ego taking a hit. Folding my arms across my chest, I spread my legs in a defensive stance, waiting for her to calm the fuck down.
“Y-you want to take me on a d-date?” she asks between laughs.
“Is that so fucking hard to believe?” I gruff.
“Yes.” She cries, laughing. “You are a whore, Smoke. You like to fuck a variety of women and can never stay true to one person. You are forgetting how many times I have seen you with different women over the years.”
I scoff, shaking my head.
“I know that I have fucked a lot in the past, Taya, but fuck me, I never promised anyone anything. They knew what they were getting from me, as I did them. You do not get to judge me on what I do in my life when you are no part of it,” I snap.
I take her in, laughing, and if I wasn’t so pissed at her reaction, I would take in her beauty.
“I came here because I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. About how you feel when you come on my dick and my fingers, how you taste on my tongue. All I fucking think about is when I am going to see you next, because stupidly, I thought we had a fucking connection. Clearly, I was wrong, and you were just looking for a quick fuck.” My anger takes over, my ego bruised by this woman.
I step back, seeing her sober up from laughing. Her spine straightens and regret flashes across her face, her gaze finding the floor. Guilt settles in my gut at the look on her face. Fuck, I hate this. I never meant for us to take this path, but I am guilting her into going on a date with me, and not just so I can keep her safe, but to get what I want at the same time.
Fuck my life.
I turn to leave, my heart hammering in my chest, my stomach in knots as I hear her call my name. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I try to regain my composure before I turn around.
“You really want to go on a date with me?” Her voice shows her unease.
“I did,” I say, my fists clenching at my sides, so I tuck them into my pockets.
Why the hell did I agree to this shit? Oh yeah, to protect her from a cunt who wants her for the money in her bank account and the pussy between her legs that does not belong to him.
When Bobby-Jay came to the club, asking us to step in, I knew in my gut it was a bad idea, and I still do, but Pres agreed. Hell, the whole fucking club agreed, so I had to step up. When she finds out, the shit is going to explode all over Nevada.
My fingers flex in my pockets. My heart rate spikes as she steps closer to me. I know that I need to calm down and change my demeanor if I am going to play this right.
For now, I will do the job the club and her family has entrusted me with— I will protect her with my life while getting under her skin. Making her fall for me will hopefully ensure that when shit does blow up, she will have feelings that will help her find forgiveness.
When her gaze connects with mine, I see the fierce Taya come through. She is guarding herself.
“One date. You fuck it up, and we are done. You never step foot on my land again.” Her tone hard, she continues, “I do not trust you yet, Smoke. I?—"
“Dustin,” I growl, and her pupils dilate at the sound.
I step closer to her, erasing the gap between us. My hands go to her waist, keeping her from pulling away.
A floral fragrance slips into my senses with her this close, my dick thickening at the scent of her. Her breasts brush against my chest, and her nipples harden beneath the thin material of her T-shirt.
“You call me by my legal name, not my road name when we are together, Taya. Only you.” Her eyes widen at the last part, knowing how the club works.
Her soft hands come up to rest on my chest, and her body lifts so I know she is on her tiptoes. Her lips brush my ear, her warm breath making my body react to the subtle touch.
“You get one chance, Dustin .” My cock goes solid in my jeans at the breathy tone she uses to say my name.
My lips twitch as I drop my mouth level with her ear. I lick the shell of her ear, and her body shudders at the simple but intimate act, making my ego swell, as well as my dick.
“One chance is all I need, baby. Once I get my hands on you again, I will ruin you for all other men.”
She sucks in a breath, her body leaning into mine more. My fingers flex at her hips, with the need to strip her bare right here and take her, making her scream my name like she did that night at the bar.
“Do not make me regret this,” she says, pulling back from me.
I miss her heat instantly, and the sensation leaves an unsettling feeling in my stomach.
“I will pick you up Friday night at seven. Dress sexy for me, Taya. I want men to look at you knowing that you are coming home with me.”
Leaning in, I kiss the corner of her mouth before walking away, leaving her wanting more. Hell, I want more but my needs will have to wait. With desire and guilt weighing heavy in my body, I walk to my bike and leave as quickly as I came.
Friday can’t come quick enough.