Chapter Thirteen
Naya stood behind a shed in the backyard. She had wanted to go off the compound, but Fury had forbidden it. She peeked around the corner and could only see a few of Fury’s men. She rested the back of her head against the wood and closed her eyes.
When she had woken up thirty minutes ago, she had thought she was dreaming.
She almost cuddled deeper into his arms before reality hit.
Dutch was in her bed. How? How did he find her?
God, she couldn’t see him yet. She wasn’t ready.
She quietly squirmed under his arm and dressed quickly before going out the door, being careful to stay silent.
When she reached the kitchen and found several of the girls, they all surrounded her.
“What’s going on?” Tara asked.
“Dutch is here,” Naya said. “I don’t understand. How did he find me?”
“If he’s like our bikers, there is nothing that will stop them from getting what they want,” Chelsea said.
“What do you want to do?” Amelia asked.
“I don’t know. I care about him a lot, but the last time we were together was embarrassing.”
“What happened?” Tara asked.
“I was drugged by a guy I work with. He was dragging me to his car when Dutch showed up. Dutch took me over his shoulder and punched the guy several times. My mind is a bit murky on what happened after that, but I did hear the bastard say the drug he’d given me was something that would make me incredibly horny, and it would last for hours. ”
“That fuckwad,” Harley said.
“The thing is,” Naya glanced around to make sure no one else could hear. “I was a virgin.”
“What did Dutch do?”
“He was so gentle with me, but his touches had to get more intense as time passed, so we had to do more to appease me. God, it was painful when I couldn’t orgasm. He took care of me, making me drink water and eat, rest when I could, and gave me a few baths to help the soreness.”
“If he was so great, why did you run from him?” Harley asked.
Naya rubbed her temple. “Because I was so incredibly embarrassed, but I thought I was doing him a favor by leaving before he asked me to go. I didn’t think he’d ever want to see me again, so I’m confused about why he’s here.”
Amelia squeezed her hand. “From what Fury told me, Dutch has decided you’re his, and he’s come to take you home.”
“But why?” Naya asked.
“He must care about you, or he wouldn’t drive a thousand miles to come to you,” Chelsea said.
“I don’t know what to do,” Naya whispered.
Tara smiled. “You’re going to have to face him. He won’t let you run again.”
“But I can’t imagine losing you guys. You’re the only friends I’ve ever had, and I love you all.”
Amelia hugged her. “Don’t you worry about that. We’ll make sure we see you often. We’ll FaceTime, too.”
Naya nodded. She stiffened when she heard Dutch’s voice. “Oh God, I’m not ready.”
“Go and hide behind the shed,” Tara whispered. “It will give you some time.”
Naya raced out of the house and toward a shed behind the pool. Once there, she pressed a hand to her chest and tried to calm her breathing.
The minutes ticked by, and every moment seemed to take an hour. Her nerves were about shot, but she just couldn’t face him.
“Hey, babe. Are you done hiding?”
A scream tore from her throat as she spun to face Dutch. Had he always been this huge and handsome?
He snorted, picked her up, and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Hey!” she said, kicking her legs. She gasped when his hand landed on her ass. The sharp little pain should have made her angry, but instead her body felt hot.
She pressed her face against his back as he walked them through the kitchen, past a crowd of people, and up the stairs to their bedroom.
He tossed her on the bed before locking the door. Her eyes widened when he reached over his shoulder, gripped his t-shirt, and pulled it over his head.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked as she balanced herself on her elbows. Damn, his chest was a work of art, not only because of the tattoos, but also all the defined muscles.
“Keep looking at me like that, and we’ll skip the talking for now and go straight to the fucking,” he growled.
“What if I don’t want s-sex?”
He smirked. “Your hard little titties and the way you’re pressing your legs together tell me all I need to know, babe.”
She felt a fiery blush shroud her face.
Naya struggled as Dutch started pulling her clothing off. “Wait, Dutch, you can’t do this. It’s light in here, for one thing.”
He snorted and tore off her panties before standing back and letting his eyes run over her. She caught the heat that filled his face and tried to cover herself with her hands.
Dutch scowled and growled. He bent, pulled off his boots, and then the rest of his clothing.
He pulled a few things from his jeans before tossing them to the side.
He pushed the objects under the pillow by her head.
“Don’t ever hide yourself from me again.
This is my body, and if I want to look at it, I will. ”
“W-what if I don’t want...”
He abruptly lay down beside her, facing her, and cupped one of her breasts. “If I can kiss you without your body reacting to it, I’ll leave you alone.”
She knew this was a trap, even as she already reacted to his touch and closeness.
“Jesus Christ, you are so fucking beautiful,” he said.
She didn’t have a chance to answer before his mouth took hers in a kiss so blatantly hot and intense, it scrambled her brain.
It seemed to go on forever until he lifted his head. “You can’t deny it, can you?”
She shook her head.
“Good girl. Now, I want to fuck you and show you how good it can be without drugs in your system,” Dutch said.
“I want you,” she begged.
“And you’re going to get me.”
He started kissing her again while his hand skimmed over her body before cupping her breast. He tormented her nipple until it stood hard and red, and then moved onto the other one.
Naya grasped his shoulders and held on as she felt her world condense to the man beside her. Nothing else mattered or existed at that moment.
She heard herself beg him, and she didn’t know if this depth of passion was normal or not.
Dutch rolled them until he was on top of her and between her legs. He was careful to keep the majority of his weight on his elbows, so he didn’t crush her. He continued his assault until she withered under him.
“God, Dutch, please.”
“Not yet. Just hold on to me.”
She did and gave herself over to him. Her whole self was his to do what he pleased, and he knew it.
She was along for the ride and hoped she’d come out of it in one piece.