Chapter 9
Willow
I ’d always dreamed Dean and I would have another chance but never thought it could actually happen.
Hearing him explain why he left and broke a piece of my soul, the picture started to become clearer.
My father was ready to kick me out of my apartment that he’d been paying for and to stop paying for my college, and if he had cast me out, like I realized later he was going to do, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything with my life.
I would have had to get a job and probably couch surf—or worse, live in my car—until I could save enough to get a cheap place.
Dean’s selfish act of renouncing his colors was the only way he could make sure I was protected.
I just wish I hadn’t been too immature to realize what my selfish choices had cost him.
We were standing in the parking lot of the tiny diner in the middle of nowhere, and I looked at him as I asked, “Are you happy as a Sinner?”
He smiled and replied, “I thought I was until you walked into my life, and now, I can’t imagine being any happier.” He smirked and added, “Unless I can talk you into getting hitched.”
“Married?” I asked him with a high shrill in my voice. “You want to get married? We just reconnected. Isn’t that crazy?”
He pulled me against his hard body. “Not as crazy as telling a stranger your darkest secrets and fantasies then acting them out all night long.” He kissed my cheeked and continued.
“Or as crazy as following someone into the unknown just to see them again.” His lips moved to below my ear and he placed a kiss against my neck.
“Or as crazy as kicking someone in the chest in broad daylight for even thinking about touching my woman.” His woman.
Damn, my knees were weak. “Is it that crazy, or just crazy enough?”
He kissed lower on my neck, and I leaned my head to the side as I felt his thick cock press against my pelvis. Damn him and his insane reasoning, but a big part of me was ready to say yes. But that would be crazy, right?
His kisses were feather-light against my skin, causing chills to erupt across my entire body. I wanted him. No, I needed him . . . right now. Moving so I could look him in the eyes, I smiled, realizing he was right about everything.
“It’s just crazy enough,” I answered, and his smile grew feral.
Grabbing my hand, he started to pull me toward his bike, and I laughed as we raced to the side of the building.
I climbed onto the back of his Harley. It was beautiful, with shades of purple and black swirled together, and wider than my bike but still comfortable.
When he lifted his leg over the seat and settled in front of me, I pulled my crotch against his ass and wrapped my arms around him.
I hadn’t ridden behind anyone since Popeye had me on his bike when I was fourteen.
He taught me to ride, and after that, I never rode behind a man again.
But being behind Dean, surrounded by the smell of leather and something distinctly him, I knew this was where I wanted to be.
That didn’t mean I would always ride behind him, but for now, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
He cranked the motor, and I felt the intense vibrations deep in my core.
My pussy clenched as he put the bike in gear and pulled out of the space.
I trusted him that my bike was safe here as he turned out of the parking lot onto the road.
There were very few houses or other vehicles out this far, and the air rushing through my unclipped hair as we rocketed down the road was exhilarating.
I didn’t know if he had a plan for where we were going, but I didn’t worry.
For the first time in my life, I was free, not worrying about anything but what was happening at that exact moment.
A little voice in my head whispered that this would be my life if I followed through with his crazy idea, and the farther down the road we went, the more I fell in love with the idea.
When we began to slow down, I looked over his shoulder to see a dirt road up on the left.
He turned the bike onto the road and kept the speed down as he drove farther and farther away from the pavement.
Looking around, I realized we must have been on some kind of ranch or open land, but so far, I hadn’t seen a mailbox, so I was starting to question where our destination was.
Up ahead, there was a beautiful tree—which seemed unusual out here since the land was so open and bare—and Dean slowed the bike until we were under its huge branches.
It was instantly cooler being out of the hot sun, and when he put the kickstand down and turned the bike off, I missed the vibration.
Dean stood from the bike and kicked his leg over the side before offering me his hand.
I took it and made sure to avoid the scorching hot pipes as I climbed off.
He tugged me into his arms and slammed his lips against mine.
Our tongues swirled around as he walked me backward.
When my back hit the tree, he pressed against me as his lips roamed to my neck.
“Dean,” I moaned and ran my hands through his hair. “Hmm . . .”
He pulled back from me and looked deep into my eyes. “Willow, will you be my ol’ lady? Will you ride into the sunset with me?” I was nodding, feeling the happy tears building in my eyes, as he asked, “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” I cried, and he kissed me again.
This time, the urgency wasn’t lost on me as he grabbed my heavy breasts and squeezed them through my shirt and bra.
I wanted more, knowing there couldn’t be anyone else this far out.
I pushed off the tree, and he stepped back as I lifted my shirt and pulled it off over my head.
His eyes zeroed in on my breasts, and when I unhooked my bra from the front, he got a look at the additions I’d made to myself.
The barbells through my nipples made me sensitive, and the slight breeze that blew made me moan as he reached out and gently ran the back of his knuckle across the stiffened peaks.
“So fucking beautiful,” he stated, giving one nipple a pinch. I moaned, forcing my eyes to stay open as he added, “And so responsive.”
I wanted him inside me, so I took a step closer to him and touched his cut carefully.
I knew the honor and respect that was attached to the leather garment, and he gave a single nod before stepping backward and removing it.
After stowing it safely in his saddle bag, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it off over the back of his head.
The six-pack I’d kissed six years ago had morphed into what looked like an eight-pack, and I felt my core clench as he walked back to me.
He was looking at me like I was his prey, and when he ran a single finger down my stomach, ending at the button on my shorts, I felt like I was going to explode.
With a flick, he had my shorts open, and I wiggled side to side as he put his thumbs into the waistband and pushed my shorts and panties to my ankles.
I stepped out of the garments, leaving me in my black boots only.
He ran his eyes up and down my body as I fought to catch my breath.
I could see the hard outline in his jeans, but he didn’t make a move to free the beast he was packing.
Dean moved forward and kissed me softly, catching me off guard.
I was expecting something more and was about to reach for his jeans when I felt his hand sliding between my legs.
Moving my feet outward just a little, I gave him more space as he continued to kiss me slowly.
When his fingers ran through my curls, bumping against my engorged clit, my knees shook.
I felt him smile against my lips, and when he moved to kiss my neck, that’s when he made his move.
He pushed two fingers into my wetness and began to rub my clit with his thumb.
I gripped onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers deep inside me while giving my clit full, steady strokes.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned and instantly felt the loss when he withdrew his fingers.
I went to speak when he lifted his fingers and stuck them into his mouth, moaning at the taste of my juices coating his digits.
When his green eyes met mine, I saw something feral in them.
Dean reached down, yanked the button and zipper down on his jeans, and pushed them down below his ass.
I started to lower myself when he grabbed me under each ass cheek and lifted me into the air.
I wrapped my legs around him as he held me up with one arm and guided the head of his cock against my pussy with the other. His gaze met mine then he whispered, “I love you,” just before he impaled me on his thick, hard cock.
“Dean,” I screamed, not afraid anyone was going to hear us. “Fuck, yes, baby.”
“Fuck yeah,” he answered as he pressed me against the smooth bark of the tree and began to jackhammer into me.
I was sliding up and down, feeling my orgasm rushing to the surface. His pelvis was massaging my clit as his cock found something inside me that was going to tear me apart. My walls began to clench as I yelled, “I’m gonna come.”
“Come, darlin’. Come all over my cock so I can show my ol’ lady how much I love her.”
The orgasm came rushing through me as I screamed, “I love you.” My vision grew spotty as every nerve in my body fired at once, causing me to shake and convulse at the pleasure he was bringing me.
He continued jacking me up and down his cock, and when his head tipped back and he groaned my name, I knew he was going to come inside me. Without a condom. And I didn’t want anything but that. “Willow.”
The aftershocks of my release were coursing through me as he rested his head against my shoulder while we both fought to catch our breath.
When I felt him soften some, I unwrapped my legs from around him, and he carefully placed me onto my feet.
When he lowered to his knees in front of me with his pants still around his ass, I wasn’t sure what he was doing.
Dean lifted one leg over his shoulder and began to lap at our combined releases leaking from me.
He moaned, and I began to come again. I had my hand wrapped in his hair, rocking my hips as another small orgasm moved though me.
When the last bit of pleasure was rung from me, Dean stood and looked into my eyes.
Our juices coated his face, and I leaned over, kissing him deeply before I licked his skin clean. Yes, we were freaky, and I remembered why we were so good together. We both had unusual kinks that the other enjoyed, and when you found your own freak in life, you held onto them with both hands.
You’re guaranteed to enjoy the ride.
After we both got redressed, I couldn’t help but look at him, trying to see if something had changed. Had he gotten what he wanted and was going to leave me out here? Or was this the celebration of us getting married? Which I knew was crazy, but it felt right all the way down to my bones.
He kissed me softly as he moved some hair from my forehead. “You haven’t changed your mind, have you? You’re still agreeing to be my ol’ lady?”
“Is that what you still want?” I asked, a little uncertainty filtering through the question.
“More than anything. I want you in my bed and on my bike, with my ring on your finger and my cut on your back. He ran his finger down my shirt and raised his eyebrows as he added, “And I’m burning these shirts and replacing them with my property shirt.” His looked at me and asked, “Do you have a problem with that?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and shook my head. “No problems whatsoever.”
He smacked my ass cheek and smiled. “Good. We need to get your bike and get back to the clubhouse. Both clubs should be leaving the Rally soon, and I’d love to beat them back to the Sin Den.”
We walked back to his bike, and he took his cut out and put it back on while I climbed on the back.
We pulled away from the tree and privacy, and I looked back over my shoulder, he yelled, “I’ll bring you back out here whenever you want.
But I’ll have a blanket next time so I can really fuck you like I want to. ”
I kissed the back of his neck and placed my cheek on the Sinners Revenge patch covering the back of his cut.
I never saw myself as an ol’ lady, but as we drove down the road, completely alone, I realized I didn’t just want to be an ol’ lady.
I wanted to be Dean’s ol’ lady, and somehow, fate brought us back together and made that possible.
And maybe this time, she wouldn’t be such a bitch and drive us apart.