Chapter Two #2
I rubbed her clit faster, and she came, her release coating the toy and my hand.
Her strokes stuttered, and she lost rhythm.
Made me wish I had two dicks so I could fuck her the same way.
I thrust the toy into her, using long, deep strokes.
She came twice more before I eased the double dildo from her body and tossed it aside.
It bounced on the mattress not too far away.
“I’m tempted to use the vibrating anal plug. I’d slide that into your ass while I fuck your pussy, good and hard. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She nodded. “I’d love it.”
Since she’d admitted she hadn’t played back there, I didn’t want to end up hurting her. “Next time. Hands and knees.”
She scrambled to obey, and I pressed my cock against her ass, sliding it up and down. I spread her cheeks and pushed inside. Dakota cried out, her body tensing a moment.
I grabbed the wireless toy and slid it in, the smaller part fitting inside her pussy with the wider side pressing against her clit.
I fumbled with my phone until I heard the toy whir to life.
Dakota whimpered and her arms shook. I upped the vibration, and fuck me if she didn’t come right then.
While she rode the waves of pleasure, I stroked in and out of her ass.
The way she squeezed me, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
I came as she bucked against me. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath.
I felt her trembling under me and reached over to change the rhythm of the wireless toy.
She moaned and rocked back. The woman was going to kill me, but what a way to go.
I was getting too old to keep up with her, but fuck me if I wouldn’t try.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I said, kissing her neck and her shoulder. I eased out of her. I curved my body over hers, my chest to her back, and used the wireless toy to make her scream several more times.
She collapsed onto the bed and laced her fingers with mine. “I think you ruined me for other men. No one will ever be able to measure up to that.”
Part of me thrilled at her words. But the practical side wanted to tell her she’d find someone.
Our paths were about to head in different directions, and the last thing I wanted was for her to miss me.
Although, if I were being honest with myself, I had a feeling I’d be thinking about Dakota for a while. I’d never met anyone like her before.
“Rest for a minute, then we’ll clean up and go get some food. My treat so pick anyplace you want. You’ll need your energy later.”
“For work?” she asked.
“During your shift.”
She gasped and sat up. “Are you crazy?”
“Yep. I want to see how composed you can be while coming in a crowded bar.”
She scowled, but it quickly changed to a smile. “Sounds like fun. As long as I don’t get fired.”
“You won’t. If your boss says anything, I’ll have a little chat with him.”
“Not sure what I’ll do when you leave. I won’t have anyone standing up for me or giving me so many orgasms I’ve lost count.”
I had an idea. One I hoped didn’t backfire. I didn’t want her to cling to the idea we’d see each other again. While I did plan to leave her my number, I knew it wasn’t likely we’d be together after this.
“Download the toy app to your phone before I leave. I’ll program in a few favorites. Use them and think of me.”
She kissed me. “Deal. Now shower and food. I’m starving.”
She wasn’t the only one. But I wasn’t certain it was only food I craved.
My life just got fucking complicated. This pint-sized woman was wrapping me around her finger, and she didn’t even realize it.
Maybe I should worry more about me acting like a lovesick calf instead of her. I was getting addicted.
* * *
Dakota
Six Weeks Later
Why? Just why? I rubbed my stomach and groaned.
Crackers didn’t help. Ginger didn’t help.
Everything those bastards said would fight morning sickness had been an epic failure.
The doctor didn’t have any other recommendations for me.
Because of some allergies I had to certain medications, I’d always been limited when it came to prescriptions.
Which meant most of what I ate came right back up.
I wasn’t gaining the weight I should be.
I pushed the cart of groceries through the store, making my selections carefully.
I not only needed to watch my money, but I knew half of what I bought would only come right back up.
Saltines and chicken noodle soup were already in the cart.
I’d added some fruit and a bag of mixed greens for a salad, then chose a low-fat dressing.
Ever since finding out Charming had left me a parting gift, I’d done my best to eat better.
Within three weeks of Charming leaving town, I’d known I was pregnant.
I’d missed my period by nearly a week and then taken three home tests.
I hadn’t needed the doctor to confirm anything, but she had anyway.
Next week, I’d get to hear the heartbeat.
I couldn’t wait! And it wouldn’t be long before my first ultrasound.
I’d chosen my doctor with care, not wanting anything to happen to my baby.
I paid for my items and pushed the cart out the door.
Scanning the parking lot, I couldn’t help but feel as if someone were watching me.
I’d felt the same sensation for days now.
Not once had I caught anyone openly staring at me or seeming out of place.
My brother had made me paranoid. But a little voice in my head always whispered, what if you aren’t, and that’s what made me overly cautious.
I got to my car and put my things into the trunk before checking out my surroundings again.
I seemed to be the only person within view.
It didn’t mean someone wasn’t in a vehicle and I didn’t see them.
Still… I fisted my keys and got into the car, hitting the locks right away.
The entire drive home, I monitored my rearview, waiting to see if anyone followed me.
Once or twice, I thought I saw the same Mercedes I’d spotted down the street from my apartment two days ago.
Then it would disappear, and I’d wonder if I’d only been imagining it.
By the time I got home and unloaded my car, my nerves were shot.
My hands shook and my heart raced. I peeped out the window and looked up and down the block. Nothing appeared out of place.
“You’re overreacting, Dakota. No one is out to get you.”
And yet… I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d lied to myself.
I put the groceries away and made a salad with a cup of soup on the side, then put the leftovers away for later. After I ate, I nibbled a few crackers, hoping my food would stay down. Sometimes I lucked out. Others, I hugged the toilet until I had nothing left in my stomach.
The boss had left me off the schedule today and tomorrow, saying I needed more rest. He’d been reluctant to keep me on in the past few weeks.
I hadn’t told him about the baby, but I couldn’t hide my fatigue or nausea.
More than once I’d been sent home because of my stomach bug.
Little did he realize that bug would be with me another eighteen years -- or more.
Not all kids moved out right away these days.
The food stayed down, which I was immensely thankful for, and I went back to the window.
I gasped when the same Mercedes was back, this time closer to the bar.
It wasn’t a coincidence. Couldn’t be. The men inside wore suits.
Even though I couldn’t make out a lot of details, I’d be willing to bet those were custom-made, which meant they definitely weren’t from around here.
I fisted my hands at my sides and contemplated what I should do.
“Can’t stay,” I muttered. And I damn sure wouldn’t call Specter. That left me with only one option. Charming.
I started packing the essentials and hoped the landlord would understand.
I wrote a quick note and shoved it under his door, along with my keys.
Piling my things by the front door, I pulled out my phone and called my boss.
There was a chance he wouldn’t help, but I hoped like hell he would step up and get me out of this jam. Or at least gain me a head start.
“Dakota, what the hell do you want? I’m busy.”
“I need to leave town. There’re two men outside the bar, parked in a newer Mercedes. Can you stall them? I just need a head start,” I said.
I heard a bottle crash and winced. Great. That better not have been his top shelf liquor, or he’d be pissed. Well, more pissed.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “This have anything to do with the brother you’re trying to avoid?”
No one in town knew who my brother was. I’d talked about him before, just not by name or job title. It wasn’t a good conversation starter -- Hey, my brother is an assassin, what’s yours do for a living? But everyone knew I’d run from him because his need to protect me was a bit smothering.
“Yeah. He didn’t send them, but I think they want to use me to get to him. I’m pregnant. I can’t let them catch me.”
I heard him cursing under his breath. “I’ll see what I can do. Take care of yourself, kid. You be careful out there. If you ever make it back this way, you can have your job back.”
“Thank you.” For a man who barked orders at me every shift, he really wasn’t a bad guy.
I ended the call and waited. It didn’t take long for him to step outside and walk up to the car.
From what I could see, it looked like he was picking a fight.
The driver got out, and I made my move. I got into my car and sped off, glancing in my rearview every few seconds to make sure they weren’t following.
It wasn’t until I’d gotten on the interstate and put a good twenty miles behind me before I relaxed a little.
When I stopped for gas, I noticed my hands were still shaking.
I took a few calming breaths before I went inside.
The clerk looked to be near my age, and he gave me the once-over as I went to get a bottle of water and a package of peanut butter crackers.
I set them down on the counter and pulled out some cash.
“I need twenty in gas on pump two,” I said. He rang everything up, and I paid. Before I left, I decided he could possibly help with one other thing. Or know someone who could. “If I’m looking for a particular motorcycle club, is there anyone who might be able to point me in the right direction?”
“Bar down the street. It’s open twenty-four-seven. Few guys in there might know.”
I thanked him and went out to fill my tank. When I’d finished, I searched for the bar. The place looked empty except for a truck and three motorcycles in the lot. I braced myself and went inside. The interior was dark and full of smoke. I waved my hand in front of my face.
Three bikers sat at the bar. None were wearing club colors, and I started to wonder if I’d stopped for no reason. Deciding I wouldn’t find out if I didn’t ask, I made my way over to them. The oldest looked at me, his brow furrowed.
“Honey, you look lost.”
“I am. A bit. I’m trying to find someone, and I’m not sure where to start.”
The guy straightened a little. “Who you lookin’ for?”
“The President of the Devil’s Boneyard. The club is in Florida, but I’m not entirely sure where.”
One man let out a low whistle. “Girl, you don’t want to get messed up with them.”
My lips twisted a little and I placed a hand over my belly. “Too late.”
The elder guy’s eyebrows rose. “I see. I don’t know the exact town they’re out of, but I can get you in the right general area. You can ask someone once you’re there.”
He dragged a napkin over and pulled out a pen from his shirt pocket. He wrote down some directions and handed it over. I skimmed them and gave him a nod. “I appreciate it.”
“You be careful,” he said. “When you get there, stop at a place called Buxton’s Bar & Grill. Ask for Sammy. She can tell you where to go from there.”
I gave him a wave and headed back out to my car.
Now that I had a destination, I felt a little better about the situation.
The next time I stopped, I could have sworn I saw the Mercedes parked nearby.
After zigging and zagging around the area, I felt certain it either wasn’t them or I’d lost them, and I hit the highway.
No matter what, I didn’t want to stop again.
Not until I needed directions to find Charming.
By the time I found Buxton’s and had my next set of instructions, I was bone weary and ready for a rest. Thankfully, the town I needed wasn’t much farther.
I found a motel, checked in, and knew I needed a nap before I did anything else.
Not long. Enough I wouldn’t feel like I might fall over at any moment.
Although I had noticed no one following me since the stop right before Buxton’s, I still didn’t feel safe. I wasn’t sure what I expected Charming to do, but if he had a setup for his club similar to the Devil’s Fury, maybe he’d have a place I could crash for a few days while I figured things out.
Then again, what if he didn’t want his club to know about me?
I hadn’t had the luxury of thinking things through and coming up with a solid plan.
If this ended up being a dead end, then I’d have to figure something else out.
At least I’d put a little distance between me and the two men. Or I hoped I had.
I set an alarm on my phone for one hour, then stretched out on top of the covers and shut my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep immediately, but it felt like I’d only blinked before the chimes went off, letting me know I needed to get up.
My eyes felt like I had gritty sand in them, and my head hurt.
The growling of my stomach got me moving.
I got off the bed and pulled out a fresh set of clothes, then rinsed off in the shower before making the dreaded call to Charming.
If he didn’t answer, I’d leave a message, and I’d give him until morning to call me back.
After that, I’d move on and come up with a different plan.
It didn’t escape my notice I’d have been closer to the Devil’s Fury.
The lackluster greeting they’d given me before hadn’t made me too eager to reach out to them, but at least I knew they were safe.
Of course, there was the risk they’d call Specter.
I took a breath, held it a moment, then blew it out. My hands shook a little as I pulled up Charming’s name in my cell phone and pressed the green call button.
Please let him answer!