Dark Instinct (Dark Saints MC Book 6) Page 10

  I put her down and then set about getting her where I’d wanted her since the second I’d seen her.

  I stepped behind her and moved her hair aside. The dress zipped down the back. I tugged it slowly down and gently touched the white skin of her shoulders and along her spine. I unhooked her bra while I was at it.

  I slid my hands in the opening that the undone fabric provided. It fell forward. I turned Tracy around to look at her, barely holding on to the yellow dress. I kissed her neck and pulled the dress down, bra and all. It slid down an inch at a time, over her gorgeous breasts, her adorable stomach and hips, and to the floor.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” I said, and she seemed a little shy. I didn’t let her be shy though. She was stunning, and I wanted all of her in my hands, and on my tongue.

  I kissed her breasts and then held each one in my palms. I pulled hard on her nipples and she moaned. I reached around and felt the roundness of her ass. She was tiny but curvy at the same time.

  My exploration could have taken hours but neither of us could wait much longer. I pulled her forward as I sat down on her bed.

  She straddled me, and I was hard as fuck. It was so good.

  I hooked my hands at the juncture of her panties and slipped them off. She was finally completely naked.

  She unzipped my jeans and freed me in one quick motion.

  I produced protection and she knew just what to do with it. A growling noise came out of my throat as she wrapped her hand around me.

  “Baby, I need you now,” I whispered in her ear. I pulled her down on the bed with me. And we rolled over. I kissed her again – every part her, from her sweet lips, to her thighs that were now open for me. There was no more waiting. No more interruption.

  I slid in, slowly, inch by inch, and Tracy produced little moans each time I thrust in. I was learning about her, understanding her, feeling her response. I wanted her to enjoy each touch, so I took it slowly, at first. Our bodies instinctively moved together.

  She was tight and hot. It wasn’t like this with any other woman I’d fucked, and maybe that was why. This was more than that. Her flesh was connected to mine but that was just the beginning of it.

  Her hips undulated under me and I drove in deep and deeper. I wanted to be as close to her as I could.

  But at some indefinable moment control became impossible, for both of us.

  Her energy shifted from slowly writhing beneath me to a desperate clawing at my back. My thrusts were fast, urgent, animal. She held onto me and I felt my body explode into hers. My cock squeezed tight inside of her and her low moans had turned to near screams. The bed crashed into the wall with every pulse.

  Her body and my body were one and I collapsed on her with the realization that this would not be the end. This would not be a onetime thing with Tracy Plumb.

  This was something I’d kill to protect and die to have again.

  16

  Tracy

  I held him tight. I didn’t want this moment or this night to end. He was heavy on me, almost too much to bear. But I didn’t care. I wanted it. I wanted to feel his body envelop me.

  My experiences were limited. I’d thought I had an okay sex life. Ted and I had pleasant enough times together, despite his selfishness. But that selfishness was laid out in stark relief in comparison to what Maddox had just done to me. What we’d just done together.

  He rolled to the side, to my disappointment, but it was probably smart since air was in short supply in my position underneath this massive man.

  “What was that, Maddox? I mean. It was something different than I ever felt before.”

  “I don’t know. The same for me.”

  He wasn’t a big talker. I knew that, but even that little bit of acknowledgment that this wasn’t the normal roll in the hay was all I needed.

  My insides were jelly. My bones liquid. My head though, surprisingly, was calm. After all that I’d felt lately, all the fear, upheaval, and change I’d undergone, I knew now that it was because of Maddox.

  A part of my soul wanted to be with his and it was somehow removing any obstacles. I was sure Ted and I were doomed, before I’d even stepped foot inside The Castle, but once Maddox was truly in my sight, I couldn’t really see any other man.

  And I didn’t want to because this man was more man than any other I’d met. I had no way to compare him to anyone I’d ever been with. Suddenly the urge to see more of him overtook me.

  He’d done the exploration this first time. He looked at me, touched me. Now I wanted that same chance.

  He was still wearing his t-shirt, and his jeans. After our frenzy to get my clothes off, it was now time to get his out of the way.

  I climbed up on him.

  “Can I help you, miss?” he said, and a little smile played on his lips, under his beard. I couldn’t recall him ever smiling. I craved more of that too.

  “I want to see you.”

  “There’s a lot of scars, baby.”

  He lifted his arms and I dragged his t-shirt up and off. The sight of him made me gasp. His shoulders and arms were massive, with muscles rippled underneath his hairy chest before narrowing down to an impossible number of abs.

  I ran my fingers over his chest and down to his hipbones, and then I laid myself out on the top of him. I could curl up on him without one part of me touching the bed. I nuzzled in and he wrapped his arms around me.

  “I need you,” he said to me.

  That was it, no I need you to do this or that or be in this picture or wear this dress. He needed me.

  I leaned up and kissed him on the lips. I felt his hands skim my body. I more than needed him right now. I wanted him again.

  I kissed his neck and felt his scruffy beard on my skin. I traveled down to his beautiful body. He was a masterpiece and I couldn’t get enough. The feel of his skin on my skin produced some sort of chemical reaction in me.

  I slid further and further down, my body and his touching at all points. And there he was, ready for me again.

  I didn’t do this very often with Ted, but it was suddenly all I wanted. I opened my mouth and slid him in. The noise he made, the growl, like this huge beast was helpless, and under my power, was unlike any sexual encounter I’d ever had. To look at us, anyone would think he was in charge. But right now, I was, totally. I reveled in the strength I had to do what pleased him and me. It hadn’t been like that with Ted or anyone else.

  I felt him tense and I put a hand up to his chest to settle him down. To let him know I was doing what I wanted, and he only had to lay back and enjoy it.

  I was going to do this, and I was going to enjoy every inch of it. So was he; that was abundantly clear. I sucked hard on him and I felt Maddox grab my hair. It wasn’t aggressive; it was more a plea to me to have mercy.

  I didn’t. The sounds he made spurred me. Never had I thought of myself as a sensual being, or skilled in anything like this. But it wasn’t about that. It thrilled me to experience how my mouth made him feel. My need and his were perfect partners.

  I finished what I started.

  Maddox had gone from raging beast to teddy bear in my bed. He pulled me up to him and kissed me.

  “What are you doing to me?” he asked.

  I smiled back. I didn’t know. I hadn’t planned to upend my life. It had just happened. I curled back on top of Maddox. He grabbed the sheet and covered us both with it. He wrapped his arms around me.

  I fell asleep satisfied. Safe. And certain that I’d made a turn in my life that may not be easy but would be way more fulfilling than anyone’s campaign trail.

  We fell asleep together, and it was almost more delicious than making love had been.

  We woke up in the same position. How had I ever slept without him?

  Maddox kissed my head and I realized it was after 7 a.m. I stretched a bit.

  “God, your body feels so good,” he said to me. He ran his calloused palm over my back and down my backside. He pulled me in closer and I didn’t think I’
d be able to get out of bed.

  “We need to get moving,” I said, and it was true. There were meals to deal with and my projects around the house, and Olivia. I rolled off him and lay for a second next to him.

  “I want you to remember what I told you the other night.”

  “What? You give a lot of orders,” I said, only half kidding. Maddox was not a rule by committee type of guy.

  “Last night it was The Hawks. They’re my enemies and they’ll try to hurt you, you saw.”

  “I don’t think they actually know who I am.”

  “Let’s keep it that way. No bus trips. Me, Fitzie, we go with you if you have errands or shit.”

  “Uh, I can’t really see how that’s a viable strategy.”

  Maddox sat up and looked at me. His eyes bored into me and his jaw was set. His face was fierce and as scary as when he’d nearly knocked me over.

  “There’s shit you don’t know. I need you to do this for me.”

  “I – Okay. Fine.”

  The spell we’d had between us, that perfect bubble, was burst. His rage at The Hawks or at the world, it was a real thing. And somehow babysitting me every step I took was a part of it.

  “Good.” He pulled me in and then perched me on his lap. I wanted to stomp off and say I could take care of myself.

  I thought it might be a good idea to establish a ground rule right now. I wouldn’t be babied.

  “I need you safe,” he said and ran his fingers through my hair. Maddox tilted me back and my neck was there for him. I felt his lips hot on it, and then his teeth nibbling it. As much as I’d wanted to devour him last night, he wanted to do the same this morning.

  I forgot whatever issues he may have – fears, paranoia, or macho biker bullshit. I sank back as his lips traveled to my color bone.

  “I – we need to get moving.”

  “You’ll be moving.”

  “I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.”

  Pressure built in all the right places. Maddox’s fingers and lips knew what to do to make me forget anything but what was happening to my body.

  “Maddox, I think...”

  I gave up before I could finish the sentence. Maddox picked me up and carried me to the bathroom adjoining my room. He kept kissing me and I melted further into his hands, his mouth. I was in a trance of lust at that point. Before I knew it, we were both in a hot shower.

  The water sluiced over both of us. It felt glorious.

  I turned around and let it drench my hair. Maddox grabbed my shampoo and the suds mixed with the water on my body.

  I felt his lips on the nape of my neck, his beard on my shoulder blades. I splayed my hands on the tile wall and felt him behind me, sliding in, pulsing.

  I cried out. I hoped it wasn’t too loud. Were people in the house up? Could they hear this part of the house? I hoped not because I wasn’t in control of the sounds I was making.

  Maddox drove into me. I was practically lifted off the ground with each thrust of his hips. I was instantly ready to go over the edge. The water, the way he touched me, it was all the sensations combined that had me coming.

  “Let go baby,” he said, and I did. The rolling waves of pleasure he’d stoked in me were too much, not enough, everything.

  We climaxed together, and then we let the water wash over us.

  “I’m so late for work, you brute.”

  “I’ll write a note,” Maddox said.

  He left me in the shower to get ready.

  I wondered how we’d be together, out of this room, out of this fairytale night, and in the real world.

  And I tried not to analyze it too much. Whatever was happening with Maddox and I was supposed to happen. Our bodies knew it; our souls knew it.

  17

  Maddox

  I left her to get ready. I hoped she’d listen about not going out without me. But I was deeply worried. Maybe yesterday’s shit with The Hawks would be enough to convince her.

  But I was worried she was way too stubborn and sheltered to really understand.

  Just like Olivia.

  I heard Tracy moving around the house and I thought about the night before. Every fucking part of me was hers.

  I should have stopped this, but now it was too late. I wanted her with me. And I had to keep The Hawks away from her. Keeping her near me was the only way.

  And teaching them a fucking lesson. That had to be done.

  I was about to leave, to do just that – find the damn Hawks – when I heard Sarge bark. I turned, and he was trying to make his way to me, slowly, down the driveway to me and my bike.

  “You going to the club?” He always asked that same question.

  “No.”

  “They have to be brought in on this. Three Hawks show up here, mess with our Tracy.”

  “Our Tracy?”

  “Yeah, she’s a part of this family as sure as I can see. And the MC is a part of this family. They’d want to know. They’d help. You need the club right now.”

  “I’m going to handle this on my own. This time I saw faces.”

  “Which is why the MC would help.”

  “I’ve got a personal score to settle.”

  “You can’t keep shutting the club out. That’s the problem.”

  “No, the problem is the club. Do you think Olivia would have been shot in the head if you or I were bankers?”

  “No.”

  “So, your advice is to get deeper, incite a war? When I know who was responsible?”

  “You don’t do this shit alone.”

  “It’s the only way to take care of it.”

  “That’s not going to work,” Sarge said.

  I didn’t want to hear any more. I left him in front of the house still pleading his case to go through the MC. To ask my brothers to step in.

  I didn’t want to hear it. I’d heard it a million times before with him.

  I got on my bike and revved the engine. Sarge wanted me to take shit to Church, get a vote, negotiate. I had other ideas.

  Jonesy C, the Devil’s Hawk who’d shot my sister, and messed with Tracy, was going to die. He’d earned it, and I’d do it nice and quiet.

  I rode off and left Sarge in the dust.

  I’d done my research. I’d had Jen look up Kenneth Charles Jones’ address, the one he’d given his parole officer.

  I knew where he was crashing these days. I was going on my own.

  I’d overlooked Jonesy C in my search to find who shot Olivia. He’d just got out of prison so he’d flown under my radar, but now he was out. After last night I had no doubt he was the one who’d shot Olivia and now he’d tried to fuck with Tracy.

  Jonesy C had a rap sheet that included sex trafficking, domestic abuse, drug dealing, and armed robbery. He was a fucking stain and I was going to get rid of it.

  I showed up to the address I’d got for his most recent crash pad.

  He was staying at shitty duplex about an hour out of Port Az. It was well outside of Saint territory.

  His bike was outside. I recognized it from last night. It was the only bike out front, so I believed luck was on my side. He was alone.

  I didn’t wait to be let in.

  I kicked in the door of his apartment and he was there, sleeping it off on the ugly couch.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  He scrambled up and I didn’t give him a chance.

  I swung first, and it landed good and hard. Jonesy reeled backward and knocked a shitty painting off the wall.

  He stayed up though and swung back. He landed one on my cheekbone. I felt the flesh open and hot blood trickle out.

  It didn’t stop me though. I swung again.

  I kicked him in the ribs and he fell to the carpet. I pounced on him and leaned down to his ear to make it perfectly clear.

  “This is what you get if you fuck with my woman, my family, my home, or my club.”

  “Fuck you,” came out of his mangled mouth. I nudged him with my boot. />
  Then I stopped. Something stopped me. I thought about what Sarge had said. Doing this on my own may not start a war as fast as if I’d done this with the MC, but it would start a war.

  I could finish him right now for what he’d done, but Tusker, Pecker, and a dozen more like him would slither out to avenge him.

  I stood up. I questioned myself, and felt indecisive for the first time since Olivia had been shot.

  For a second, I showed mercy. But it didn’t last more than a second.

  Jonesy got up fast and lunged at me again. This time he had a knife. Either he’d had it hidden on the floor or in a boot. Either way, I’d given him time to find a knife, thanks to my indecision.

  He tried to sink the knife into my neck. I dodged it. But not completely. It jabbed in under my collarbone. The pain was searing. My arm was useless at my side.

  I struggled to my feet, but he was going in again with his fucking blade and on my left side where he’d just stabbed.

  It was looking shitty for me, but at least it would be fast. This fucker had been inside; he knew how to do maximum damage with a small blade. A knife to the throat wasn’t the worst way to go but I’d fight like a rabid dog to the end.

  Then the shot rang out. Plaster from the ceiling rained down on us.

  The gunshot stopped Jonesy in his tracks.

  I turned to look at the source of the shot.

  Sarge. It was fucking Sarge and he’d brought his piece.

  “Hands up asshole,” Dad said to Jonesy and he complied.

  “Drop the fucking knife too,” Dad said in a voice that didn’t allow for any argument.

  “Stay away from us. I mean it,” I added to Jonesy. I was serious about this warning; I thought that was fucking clear. He didn’t reply.

  Sarge stood firm and kept the gun on Jonesy.

  At that moment, it was easy to see the Sarge that founded The Dark Saints and did two tours in Vietnam. He was back, he was armed, and he was pissed.

  “My club is going to hear about this.”

  “The Hawks can suck my dick,” said Sarge. Then gave me a sidelong look.

  “He’s the one who shot Olivia?” I nodded.