Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SMOKE
Music playing fills the back of the compound, as everyone from the club sits in the Nevada heat to celebrate Harley hitting the Wall Street Journal’s bestseller list for her latest romance book in her Motorcycle Club series.
Lottie is sitting on Locke’s lap. Intel has Morgan sitting on the arm of the chair he is slouching in. Things between the two of them have been tense the last two weeks, and I think that a certain dark-haired man has been on my brother’s mind.
Me, I have a dark-haired beauty on my mind.
It has been five days since I informed Taya and her family of what went down with Evander, and I have not seen her once since. The club has been busy tracking down a shipment that went missing. As it turned out, it was some punk ass crew who thought they could get one over on the club.
They were in for a shock once we tracked them down. Sniper got to play, but instead of taking the bodies to Taya and her pigs, we delivered the bodies to the rest of their crew as a message.
Taya and her brothers have been pretty busy too. The farm bought two more stallions, so they are in the process of breeding the huge motherfuckers. Though we have talked on the phone and via text, I have not seen her, but she is on her way here to celebrate with us.
“Smoke, your woman is here,” the prospect calls to me.
I nod to him, slipping off my stool. Passing Locke, he winks at me, and I shake my head. Seeing the look on Intel’s face, I see some hope that Soren is with her, but when I shake my head at him, his eyes dim.
“Step up, brother,” is all I say.
Morgan looks from me to Intel frowning but says nothing; he knows his place.
Pushing all thoughts of anyone out of my head, except my girl, I step out into the blazing sun and bite back a groan seeing Taya leaning against her car. I take in her outfit, and my cock fills my pants, liking what he sees.
Wearing a pair of blue cutoff denim shorts, a black racerback top with a slit around her mid-section, and Doc Martens on her feet, with her hair piled high in her head with some little pieces framing her face, she is a biker’s wet dream.
She is my every fucking dream.
“Fuck me, you are a sight for sore eyes.” I adjust my cock.
She cocks a brow at me, stepping away from her car and meeting me halfway.
“You missed me, then?” She grins.
Taking her in my arms, I pull her close before my mouth meets hers in a kiss that will leave her breathless. She feels fucking good against me. Arching my hips, I press my hard cock against her stomach, letting her feel what she does to me.
Her hands grip the back of my neck, holding me to her like she is afraid that I will bolt, but there is no fucking chance I will ever leave her.
“You need to move in with me. So I can kiss, touch, and fuck my woman whenever I want. Not seeing you for five fucking days has been a killer, baby,” I moan, making her giggle.
“Why do I have to move in with you? You can move in with me, babe. I have my babies to look after. They need around the clock care.”
I do not even have to fucking think about it.
“Fuck, yes.” I kiss her again. “I will get to fuck you in just your rubber boots.” I wink, making her giggle again.
Seeing her smiling and laughing makes my heart fucking soar because it is me who is making her feel this good. Losing her father hit her hard, but my girl is made of solid stuff. She will find a way to move on and live for her father, making him proud.
“You are a goof, Dustin.”
“But I am yours.” I kiss her again.
“I need you,” she murmurs against my lips.
“Need you too, baby. More than you fucking know. You are mine, Taya Coyle. I need you to know that before we step inside my clubhouse and I claim you in my bed.”
The look in her eyes tells me that she likes being mine; licking her lips, she kisses my jaw.
“Then make me yours.” Her voice is low, sultry, making my body vibrate with sexual desire for her.
Grinning, I bend down, throwing her over my shoulder, pulling a laugh from her that is music to my ears. Her hands rest on my waist, holding herself up as I walk back into the clubhouse.
Music is still playing but I know that everyone will hear my declaration.
“Taya is mine. She is my Ol’ Lady.” Cheers and whistles can be heard but I do not stick around to hear what anyone has to say, not that they disapprove.
Reaching my room, I unlock the door, stepping in and dropping my girl onto my bed. Stepping back to the door, I lock it, and her voice stops me in my tracks.
“How many Dreamers have you fucked in this bed?” Turning to look at her, she is leaning back on her elbows, looking at me.
Removing my cut, hanging it on the hook, then toeing off my boots and socks, removing my belt, all while her eyes are on me. Just having her watching me makes my arousal jack up.
I am so used to my fucks being easy and quick. Get in, pull my cock out, fuck, and leave. Now, stripping for her makes the anticipation build, adding to the sexual tension.
“None,” I answer. “Not going to hide it, you know I have fucked plenty of women, but never in here, that you can believe in.”
She nods, accepting my answer. Scooting off the bed, I watch with interested eyes as Taya removes her clothes, until we are both naked and ready.
“Make me yours, Dustin.” Her voice is thick with desire.
With my hard leaking cock in my hand, I step to her. My dick presses against her, leaving a trail of pre-cum over her sweet soft skin. Her fingers explore my front, over my chest, teasing my nipples.
“Baby,” I growl, making her grin.
Lowering her head, her tongue makes contact with said nipples, sending a zap of electricity to my balls. My dick leaks more, connecting with her skin, and bringing my hand up, I smear it in, painting her with my cum.
“Get on the bed, Taya. I am about to burst, and I need to feel you.”
She does what I tell her, sliding back onto the bed, keeping her eyes locked on me. Laid out on her back, my body is fighting to ram my cock into her, but I want to savor her since I finally have her in a bed.
On my knees, I get onto the bed, and like a beast, I crawl toward her, Taya watching my every move. Looming over her, I lower my head, kissing her, slipping my tongue into her mouth, tasting my woman.
Her hands come up to my waist, pulling me down so we are flush against each other. Her legs part, and I settle between them; my throbbing cock nestles into the lips of her pussy, feeling how wet and hot she is for me.
No need for foreplay, my woman is ready to take me.
Without breaking the kiss or position of my hips, I line my cock up at her sweet hole and slip in.
She gasps into my mouth, so I lick into her.
My hands move, bracing above her head, making my body surround hers, while I slowly rock my hips in and out of her. Little whimpers escape her, making me need her more.
The sounds set me on fire. The way she whimpers my name beneath me makes me feel like I am the king of the world.
Her hands travel all over my back, her nails dragging, making my back arch as I slowly fuck her. Hell, this is not fucking, this is making love, and I know she can feel it too.
Breaking the kiss, I look down at her, her eyes dark, matching mine, that are filled with need, lust, desire. All for this woman.
I rock my hips slowly, her pussy taking every inch of me, my balls are soaked with her juices, and the sound of our breathing is all that can be heard in the room.
I feel this moment down in my fucking bones; she is mine and will be until I leave this earth. No one will take her from me, or me from her. Never did I ever think I would get a moment like this with her or anyone else.
She needs to know how I feel.
“I love you, Taya.”
Her eyes widen, then they fill with tears, as her hands grip my shoulders from behind.
“No, baby, don’t fuckin cry, or you will set me off,” I choke out, easing the intense moment.
She giggles, her pussy tightening around my dick.
“Oh fuck.” My eyes roll into the back of my head.
Her hands come up to grip my face, her thumb tracing my bottom lip.
“I love you too, Dustin. I think I have for a long time, but your cock got in the way of us being together.” I go to speak, but she stops me. “But now your cock will be what keeps us together, along with your heart, your soul, and your sparkling personality.” I kiss her then.
Hard and full of fucking meaning. Something I have never given anyone before.
“Make love to me, Smoke. Make me come, show me how much you love me.”
“You got it, baby.”
Leaning on my elbow, I pull her leg over my hip and start to move again, my hand moving over her toned calf, then over her thigh as I make love to her.
Her breath hitches at me sliding in deeper. My hand explores her body, taking in every inch. Feeling how soft and smooth her skin is, covering each inch with my eyes also, I spy a tattoo on her hip.
I will talk to her about that later; there are more important things to think of right now.
“Faster, Dustin. I need more, baby.”
“No, I like this pace. I like to see your breath hitch with each thrust, the way your tits move. And these” —I lean in, sucking on a nipple, making her arch off the bed, crying out my name— “need to be played with.”
I do as I say, and suck, lave, and bite the tight buds.
Her pussy gets hotter and wetter with each thrust I push into her.
“You are close, I can feel it, Taya,” I say, repositioning my body over her.
Resting on my forearms that are around her head, she opens her eyes, looking into my fucked-up soul, while I slowly pick up the pace. Her pussy flutters and twitches around me, telling me that she is close.
“Dustin. Oh God, yes. Please, let me come.” Her breathy pants hit my balls, and they scream for release.
Pulling back until only the tip of my cock is in her, I launch back in, making her cry out.
The heat and intense, intimate act between us makes me love her more. Only Taya could make me feel like this. I feel like I need to be better for her. It was only ever me, until her.
“Dustin,” she gasps, and I feel her climax building.
Grinding down more, I press my pubic bone into her clit as I rock back and forth in the most delicious way.
Her mouth opens in pure ecstasy. A silent cry escapes from her mouth as she comes.
Eyes fluttering closed, I watch as my woman comes on my cock, her pussy strangling my shaft, dragging my own orgasm out of me. I follow her over the cliff, my balls emptying into her, flooding her sweet cunt with my cum.
“Taya,” I mutter her name on a low growl.
She pants under me, her tits heaving with each breath she pulls into her lungs. Her arms tighten around me, keeping me on top of her body while we both ride out the euphoric feeling.
“I love you, Dustin.”
Kissing her damp skin on her neck I suck hard, marking her as mine.
“I love you, too, Taya Coyle. For now and always, baby.”
We lay there until I move to the side, taking her body with me, tucking her close. We lay in comfortable silence before I hear her breathing even out and I know she has fallen asleep.
Kissing the top of her head, I let her nap, then I will wake her for round two before we join in the celebrations.
Hell, we have just had a celebration of our own.