DAX
As would be typical to living in or around the LA area, the traffic was from hell, and I didn’t have my car or bike that I could risk with my normal stunts.
So I had to be slightly more careful as I sped out of the city and back toward the open lands and mountains.
It worried me slightly, that after only a week, I was already growing a little more attached to the quieter setting and slower pace.
The sun had fully set when I arrived at the rest area to find Tilly sitting at one of the picnic tables, scrolling on her phone.
I threw the car into park and ran out, looking around the place.
“Where the fuck are the brothers and Harper?” I demanded.
“They left twenty minutes ago and told me to sit tight until you got here,” she answered, getting up and heading over to the truck. “I called my guys to have them meet us at the twenty-four-hour diner that’s near the compound. I’m hungry as fuck after all that excitement and sun.”
I groaned, knowing that meant my guys would be coming with and they would be pissed when Wes told them what happened. He might not like all the guys, but he would be honest because he would want them to do that for him. “Any chance I can talk you out of doing that?”
“Nope, you’ve avoided your men long enough,” Tilly said, getting into the driver’s seat.
“I think it’s about time you guys had that conversation you’ve been avoiding.
Harper is as safe as she’s gonna get and you have a target painted on your little pink head.
If today didn’t prove that you need backup, then I don’t know what else will. ”
Muttering to myself, I got back into the truck and pouted—I’m not proud of it, but it happened. It was another thirty minutes to the diner, and I could already see the lot of them waiting next to their bikes, not at all pleased.
“Do I still have a lot of blood on me?” I asked, flipping down the visor. “I should’ve cleaned up at the rest stop.”
Tilly grabbed a gray hoodie and tossed it at me. “Put that on and just make sure you wash your face and hands when you walk in… if they let you stay.”
“They better, I don’t do heart-to-heart conversations like this well, let alone while hungry,” I grumbled, as I yanked the sweatshirt on.
“Good luck, and let’s hope they don’t ground you so we can still play together later this week.” Tilly grinned, giving me a wink then got out of the truck.
As soon as my feet hit the pavement, I was swooped up into a crushing hug with the rasp of beard on my neck, as Void nuzzled me only to jerk his head back. “I smell blood. Are you hurt, little demon?”
“No, I’m fine. It’s not mine. There’s nothing to worry about,” I explained, as he carried me over to the others. “You can put me down.”
“If I do that then you’ll run away from us again,” Void stated, his grip tightening slightly to prove I wasn’t going anywhere.
Eagle’s face was stony as we approached, telling me just how mad he must be right now. “What the hell were you thinking, dragging Harper and Tilly along? You could have gotten them killed!”
“You don’t think I know that?!” I growled, punching Void in the chest to let me go, which he ignored.
“We were at Santa Monica Pier for Christ’s sake.
I didn’t think we could get any safer than that.
How was I supposed to know that they would expend so much manpower on this?
I did the best I could. I’m armed. I made sure Tilly had a gun and I spent the day with three assassins. ”
Void snarled at this, while the others tensed, except for Weston and Sprocket.
“Calm down, they only have the hots for Harper. This is their dream situation, which apparently, two of you handed to them on a silver platter,” I accused.
Weston just crossed his arms and scowled. “Yeah, and if I hadn’t, then think of the mess you would have been in, trying to keep both girls safe while dealing with two low-level assassins. Just so you know, you owe Jaqueline way more than a night out with drinks after the mess she cleaned up.”
“I got her the goddamn job. Cleaning up after me was part of the deal,” I snapped. “I get that you’re all pissed that I put them in danger, well guess what, no one is more upset about it than I am, so lay the fuck off.”
Sprocket darted forward, gripping my jaw in an uncharacteristic show of dominance.
“You’re not hearing a word we’re saying, little rebel.
It’s not just Tilly and Harper we were worried about getting shot or killed—it was you.
Dax, you may not be willing to admit that we are all tied together with something deeper than an alliance, but we all have.
You, my pink-haired vixen, are ours, and we are yours, whether you like it or not.
So don’t go around putting your life in danger because it belongs to us and us alone. ”
I wanted to fight him on that, to prove that I wasn’t going to be owned by them.
For most of my life, I’ve never needed anyone and what they were offering sounded too good to be true.
I couldn’t just let my walls come crashing down—they had been built for a reason and kept my heart safe after losing half of it.
How could I get them to understand that I wasn’t whole?
They wanted something from me I didn’t know if I could give—
“Come on, let’s feed our loba. You know she doesn’t act rationally when she’s hungry,” Cognac spoke, breaking the tension and the near panic attack that I was about to have.
Then he met my gaze with his own. “Don’t think this is just going to blow over.
We will come back to this once food has reached your stomach. ”
It would seem that the others agreed with him, as Void proceeded to carry me into the diner.
“Hello, boys, your booth is free in the back corner,” the woman behind the counter called, waving in the booth’s direction. “I’ll come over in a sec.”
Void finally set me down, only to ensure that I was put smack dab in the middle of the large round booth.
“Would you calm down if I promised not to run away? I really need to wash up before I put anything near my mouth. Who knows what cooties that guy had.” I shivered just thinking about it.
Cognac slung his arm over my shoulder. “I’ll keep an eye on her. We’ll be right back.”
“Seriously, you don’t trust me enough to use the bathroom?”
“Loba, you of all people should know that trust is earned, and you haven’t been proving yourself very trustworthy,” Cognac countered, as he steered me to the back corner. “Besides, the bathrooms here are a one-person situation, just think of all the fun we could have.”
I glowered up at him but didn’t fight as he held the door open for me and we both entered. Stripping off the sweatshirt, I tossed it right at his face but he caught it with a grin. “Why so salty?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe sending my best friend off with three assassins, having to kill a man and get it covered up, or the fact that you guys are treating me like a prisoner again,” I snapped, yanking off my tank top so I was only in the black-and-white skull bikini top.
Blood had splattered all over my chest and soaked into the tank top, leaving residue behind on my skin.
I washed out the top the best I could before I pumped soap onto it and used it as a washcloth.
Much to my surprise, Cognac stayed silent and just watched me with hooded eyes as I cleaned myself up.
“You’re being creepy,” I stated, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.
With a chuckle, he pushed off the door and walked up behind me so I could look at him in the mirror. “Change your mind on letting me touch you yet?”
Of course he would be more concerned about getting into my pants than anything else. Tell a man like Cognac that he can’t play with the kitty and suddenly he turns into a man that will do anything to change your mind.
“Really, that’s what you’re going to ask me right now, as I clean the blood of a man I killed off my body?”
He stepped closer, until I could feel his body heat on my back, but still not touching.
“Loba, do you have any idea how hot that is? What man wouldn’t be turned the fuck on by the feral beauty of a woman protecting herself at all costs?
” I felt pressure along my holster as he ran a finger over the handle of the gun there.
Then he lowered his head so his breath played along my damp skin as he spoke, “A strong woman refuses to be the victim. They become the hunter, like the she-wolf I know you are.”
Dropping the shirt, I turned and grabbed the back of his head, yanking him down until his lips crashed into mine. He wanted feral; I’d give him feral.
Without missing a beat, he wedged his leg in between mine and lifted me up so I was now sitting on the counter with my bikini top in my hands.
I hadn’t even noticed him untying it as he ravaged my mouth, each of us fighting to rule the kiss but being outsmarted by the other.
My hand dug into the back of his neck as he cupped my breasts in his, massaging them as he stepped closer.
Jerking back, I broke the kiss and stared at him with his puffy lips and lust-filled eyes trained on me.
“Don’t think you’ve won just because we’re about to fuck in a diner bathroom,” I announced. “Sex is a need, and after a good fight, I like to fuck. Don’t think this makes you anything more than convenient.”
“You sure do know how to sweep a man off his feet, but duly noted, loba, I’ve been warned,” Cognac said, as he leaned back and yanked off his shirt, dropping it to the floor. “We doing this down and dirty or do you want some foreplay?”
“What did I say about thinking you were special?”
“Rough and tumble it is.” Cognac shrugged and scooped me up, yanking off my shorts that I’d unbuttoned. “Do I need a rain jacket?”
Dragging down the zipper of his jeans, I then shifted my bikini bottom to the side and sank down on him. “Nah, I got that shit tied up years ago. Kids will never be a thing for me. Now get to work.”
Cognac slammed me up against the tile wall of the bathroom and started to thrust into me without a second’s hesitation. “Too bad, I think a little hellion like you running around would be kind of epic.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled as I twisted one of his nipples, making him hiss.
Shifting me, so one hand was now in my hair, gripping tightly, he stepped away from the wall and yanked back exposing my front. Then he dipped down and latched onto one of my nipples, circling it with his tongue, only to bite it a moment later once it had peaked.
“Son of a bitch,” I gasped, clawing into his back.
He moaned around my nipple as he gave it a tug, causing me to once again dig my nails into his flesh.
With the added pain, he sped up pistoning into me with sexy grunts and growls as he worked.
It would seem my glorious Latin lover enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure, something that I was very willing to oblige.
Lifting one hand, I grabbed his throat and squeezed with my nails, shoving him away from my breast. He didn’t go without a fight, making me question whether I had a nipple left after I removed him.
Keeping track of his pulse, I tightened my grip, watching as his eyes alight with the challenge.
Would he be able to finish in time before he passed out? Guess we were about to find out.
Releasing my hair, he grasped my hips and all but lifted me off of him, only to thrust in his full length, time after time, slamming me down.
I could feel him bottoming out, and I loved the thud echoing deep inside of me, followed by a flash of pain reminding me that I was still alive.
The build to the finish was hurtling down the tunnel, pulling moans out of my own mouth as I let my eyes go unfocused, reveling in the feeling that only rough sex could give you.
Cognac started to slow slightly, his movements less sure, more erratic, telling me he was close as well.
Bearing down, I swirled my hips and rocked against him, filled to the brim with his cock, and squeezed him with my muscles all but drawing his finish out of him.
I could feel the hot cum filling me as he dropped to his knees, cradling me to his chest as his heart beat wildly and he started to gasp for the small amount of air I was allowing him.
I tilted my head so my lips caressed his ear. “You didn’t finish the job—”
Suddenly, I was being tossed up, my hand yanked from his throat and once again I was plastered to the bathroom wall.
Two fingers slid into me as a mouth descended on my clit, all but sucking my soul from my body as he pumped those fingers.
It had taken him all but three seconds to find my G-spot and work me up into a frenzy.
Now it was impossible to keep my appreciation for his work to myself, as I writhed and moaned, the sound reverberating off the white walls.
“Oh God yes, just like that. Don’t you fucking move from that spot, or I will stab you in the eye,” I threatened, as I toed up to the edge of the cliff, ready to fall with just the right nudge.
That nudge came in the form of someone hitting me with a Mac truck as he bit down on my clit.
I screamed as I came, my whole body vibrating and twitching as if I was possessed, but he wasn’t done with me yet.
Somehow, he managed to pull out two more orgasms back-to-back, leaving me a sweaty panting mess as I flopped into his lap.
I rested my head on his shoulder as he wrapped me up in a ball nestled against his chest.
“Since I don’t know your body, I could only give you three, but just think what fun we could have once we get to know each other a bit more.”