Chapter 17
Mad Dog
The moment Willa hits my chest, damn near knocking the wind outta me, I know I’m home. My arms wrapped tight around her lush body, I bury my nose in her sweet smelling hair and just…breathe.
“You’re home.”
“I’m home.”
“Quarter Mile?”
“Gone.”
My face bobs a little as she nods. “Diesel?”
Shit. How the hell do I tell her he got outta Dodge and left his men to take the fall?
It was a shit show for them right from the beginning.
I can see how Diesel got this far in life.
He may have been inside for a while, but he’s a nasty bastard with no loyalty.
Men like that? They have nine lives and use every single one of them to fuck people over.
Willa tips her head back, dislodging my face from her hair, leaving a few strands tangled in my beard. She looks up at me with her bright green eyes, and where I expect to see disappointment, I see exhaustion.
“He got away, huh?”
“Yeah, baby. He got outta Dodge before we could put him down.”
She lets out a breath, shoulders slumping. “He’s a slippery bastard. Always has been.” She runs her hand down my chest. “At least you came home to me.”
“Willa, babe.” I cup her face in my hands, making sure she’s looking at me. “Fucking nothing could keep me from coming home to you. Nothing.” I give her a tiny shake, to make sure it sinks in.
“Miles?”
“Willa?”
“Let me take care of you.” Willa takes me by the hand, leading me from the room.
No one takes any notice, too busy wrapped up in their own relationships, as they should be.
Every time we ride out we do so knowing that at any moment shit could go sideways.
As a recently single man I hadn’t really thought too much about it.
I mean, if push came to shove I’d take a bullet if it meant my boys or my brothers went home to their women and kids.
Now though? Now I have to make sure I keep my powder dry and get my ass home.
Otherwise I have a feeling Willa would find me in hell and kick my ass.
She pauses at the door to my room. Unlike the other brothers I haven’t built my own place yet.
Didn’t see a need. Now though? Now I may have to put down roots.
Willa is a classy lady. She isn't gonna wanna live in my room. And I sure as hell aint gonna move into hers just yet. Although if I’m lucky I’m sure she’ll let me leave a toothbrush at hers maybe.
One hand rests on the rich wood of my door, her palm flat, strong fingers outstretched. I don’t hurry her. I just twine my fingers in hers and stand beside her.
“I walk in there, things are gonna change.”
I clear my throat. “Yeah.”
She turns to look at me, chin up, eyes on mine. “Good.”
She shoves the door open, tugging me inside.
I kick the door shut behind us, flick the lights on and watch as Willa takes in my room.
All the clubhouse rooms are like small suites, really.
I have a sitting area, my bedroom and an en suite bathroom.
Judging the direction Willa is tugging, the bathroom seems to be our destination.
“Strip,” she calls over her shoulder as she steps into the bathroom.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ew, don’t ever say that again,” she bitches under her breath as she fiddles with the shower water, warming it up.
A chuckle rumbles through me as I bend to unlace my boots, kicking them into the corner when done.
My belt jingles as I unbuckle it and before I can put it away Willa’s hands are on my shoulders.
She slides my cut off, deftly handling the weight of the soft, worn leather.
She cradles it as she moves to the chair in my sitting area and drapes it over the back.
A smile pulls at my lips, it’s the exact place I hang it.
I’m so mesmerized in Willa’s movements that I don’t realize I’ve stopped undressing until she hits me with a look.
“I thought I told you to strip?”
“You did. I was too busy watching you being fucking perfect for me.” I reach for her hand, pulling her into my body, her palms resting on my chest.
“I thought we established that earlier?” she sasses, moving her hands lower to the hem of my shirt. She tugs it up my body, only stopping when my shirt is up over my head and falling to the floor.
“We did. I just wanted to remind myself.”
She smiles softly at my answer, then presses her soft lips to mine, lingering for just a moment. “Shower, babe. I’m going to warm up my oils and you can tell me what went down.”
I peer down at her.“You gonna leave that knot in my shoulder alone?”
“Maybe. Maybe not,” she teases, squealing when I slap her ass.
She pushes me toward the shower and I do my best to follow her orders.
My cock is so hard it’s aching, making me hiss when I run my soapy hands over it and I’m tempted to grip it tight, relieve the pressure, but this is Willa’s show and I’m not a fucking pig who thinks with his dick.
I wash quickly, shutting off the shower and drying myself just enough so that I don’t drip water everywhere.
By the time I step into my room the bedside lamps are on, Willa has some funny little gadget plugged in and sitting next to the bed and her favorite Fleetwood Mac songs playing.
“Wow, babe.”
“On your front,” she smiles, patting the bed.
I don’t hesitate assuming the position. Only an idiot would.
“So,” Willa says as warm oil hits my back. A little drips down my side, along my ribs making me squirm, but Willa’s hand catches it, slicking it into my skin.
“So, you want an update?”
There’s a pause, then a cute little huff. “I want an update. Details. What happened? Who did what? What did the bad guys do? What did you find out? You know, an update.”
My body shakes on the bed with laughter and Willa’s palm hits my right ass cheek. “Stay still.”
I mumble “Yes ma’am” into the pillow, then tense up, expecting another ass slap, but she mustn't have heard me. Thankfully.
“Spill.”
“OK, we ride out to the Death Rider’s old compound, where the Quarter Mile has been holed up.
We all enter in formation, apart from Pops who somehow gets in, ends up on the roof with a submachine gun, waving it around like Rambo-” Willa snorts and I hold back my moan when her hands slide over my shoulders, kneading with just the right amount of pressure, “-we poke around the warehouse a little and at this point we’re all fucking stumped.
Like why the hell is all this shit still here and where the hell are they? ”
Willa shifts her weight, leaning harder into my shoulder blade, the mixture of the warm oil and her strong hands has me groaning out loud. Her weight shifts again, her warm breath on my ear and my cock flares back to life.
“And then what happened?”
“Tease,” I grumble before clearing my throat. “And then we hear bikes. We lay in wait and we ambush them as soon as they walk in.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes and no. They were arguing on the way in. Mercer wants them to clear everything out, Diesel wants to sell the shit then get outta Dodge. They were distracted. That gave us an opening to take out three of them before the others could get their thumbs outta their asses.”
“That sounds…straightforward and a little boring.”
“It should have been. But in usual DRMC fashion Pops went rogue and then he went stabby. Rider and Grind ended up in a fight.”
She hisses a little, “Damn. Hate to be on the end of that. They’re both huge and look like they’d fight dirty.”
“With each other. And yes, they did fight dirty.”
Willa laughs, the husky sound like music to my ears. Her weight moves again, her lips press to my shoulder and her hair tickles my neck when her lips move to my ear.
“Roll over.”
Willa
I watch the play of Miles’ muscles as he rolls, his oiled skin glowing in the lamplight.
He’s so rugged and rough and beautiful it takes my breath away.
My hands find their way to his chest before he’s even settled on his back.
The hair on his chest tickles my palms, and I bury my hands deeper, loving the feel of it through my fingers, his heartbeat under my palm.
“Babe,” he swallows, loud in the quiet room.
“Shh. Let me play,” I murmur. He had his way in the car, teasing me until I came on his tongue. Now it’s my turn.
I stand from the bed, back to Miles, my hands going to the hem of my yoga top. I peel it up and over my body, purposely going slow, teasing him with every inch of skin I reveal.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers. More to himself than me, I think, as the words were spoken so low I could barely hear them.
If he thinks my back is gorgeous, he’s about to get an eyeful of my ass.
Reaching for my waistband I slowly roll it down, tugging a little to get the tight, black material over my ass.
Miles’ sudden intake of breath before muttering curses lights me up from the inside and instead of drawing things out even more, I shove my pants down to my toes, kicking them out of my way.
Taking a breath I turn slowly, my body on full display, just like Miles’.
His cock is so hard it's weeping, leaving a little shiny patch in the hair on his lower stomach. I’ve tasted him before.
When we were fucking. But this? This feels different.
I could pretend it’s because he got past my defenses.
That he charmed his way into my heart. But that’s not true.
I didn’t fall in love with him because he called me gorgeous or because he kept his word and came to my house to fix my door and wall.
I fell in love with him because he gave me back my smile.
One I never knew I missed until it came back.
“Baby?” he asks, crunching up to sitting, reaching for my hands.
I twine my fingers with his as I straddle his lap, resting my forearms on his muscular shoulders, my fingers twirling the soft hair at his nape.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper into the space between us.
He searches my face, gently pushing my hair behind my ear. “Willa, I-”
My lips press to his, sipping, tasting, my tongue tracing his lips, asking for entry and gaining it without hesitation.
I deepen the kiss, sucking on Miles’ tongue as I move in his lap, closer, closer until I’m as close as I can get but it’s not enough.
Rising up to my knees one hand snakes between us, wrapping around his thickness, holding him steady as I drag the mushroomed head against my seam, dipping into my wetness before dragging him up, up until he bumps my clit.
His moans are loud in the dim room, my whimpers joining him. “Baby, please, I need you,” he hisses when I tease him with my entrance.
Gripping his shoulders I lower myself onto his hard cock, stretching to accommodate his thickness, the burn delicious as pleasure zips through my body.
“Willa, Willa, Willa,” Miles chants, his hips gently thrusting up in time with my downstrokes.
I know I can’t last long in this position, not when my clit rubs Miles’ stomach, causing every nerve ending to feel alive.
My peak builds quickly and I chase it. In one perfect moment the stars, or my g-spot and Miles’ cock, all align and I fall over the edge.
Tumbling, crashing wave after wave of pleasure as I moan out my release.
My body feels too alive, too sensitive and then I’m starving for more. More touch, more pleasure and Miles knows. He reads me like a book. No words are spoken. Not when Miles’ talented mouth sucks on my nipple, his tongue batting the swollen nub.
“Miles!” I gasp out in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine.
His strong arms wrap around me and he swings me flat onto the bed, never breaking our connection.
He moves from one breast, to the other, spoiling my nipple while his free hand drags along my body, squeezing, kneading my thigh as he hooks it over his hip, opening me up so he can push into me a little deeper. So deep, so good, so hot.
“I need one more from you, sweetheart,” he murmurs into my breast as his hips start working again.
“Ah, fuck,” I gasp, head thrown back on the pillow as he rolls his hips everytime they meet mine.
The delicious drag of his cock on my inner walls lights me up from the inside, my sensitive inner walls feeling every vein, every throb, every inch of him. The man who sees me even when I try to hide behind bluster and my tough shell.
“Miles.”
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“You. I need you.” My unfocused gaze holds his. “You bring me peace.”
His lips tip up for a moment as he cups my face, pressing his forehead against mine as he pushes us higher and higher, his gaze locked onto mine, my pussy fluttering around him.
“You are my peace.”
At his uttered words he groans long and low as he explodes inside me, tipping me over the edge as I shake beneath him. Whether it's from his words or my orgasm I’m not sure. But I am sure of one thing.
I love Miles “Mad Dog” Paxton.