Taking a Dare - A Hellion MC Novel (13 page)

What. A. Fucking. Dick.

But as we crossed the asphalt on the way back to the
bike I remembered something I had forgotten. How Dare liked to poke
and prod just to get a reaction from people.

It was definitely not one of his finer qualities.

One I needed to keep it in mind going forward if I
was going to protect my heart.

And guarding my heart, my emotions was definitely in
order because for whatever reason Dare did it for me on every
level. I turned my eyes to watch him walk across the hotel's
parking lot, allowing my gaze to take in his tall, broad-shouldered
handsomeness. Though it wasn't just his looks that held me
enthralled.

It was his sense of humor, that ability to laugh at
anything and everything. His way of teasing people to get them to
grin at their own seriousness.

And his loyalty to his club, his brothers. That
steadfastness spoke volumes about Dare's heart and his devotion to
those he considered family.

He stood next to the bike, waiting as I took my time
walking to him. "You work it out in your head yet?"

Wait…what? He knew what I'd been thinking? My
confusion must've shown because he didn't wait for an answer.

"Yeah. I think you did. You're not wearing
your-panties-in-a-bunch face anymore," he said with a grin.

"My panties weren't in a bunch," I shot back,
stopping two feet away and shading my eyes with my hand.

"Then what would you call it, gorgeous?"

"It was my Dare-is-being-a-dick face," I huffed,
hitching up my leathers. "I mean if we gotta give it a name and
everything."

That got me a full belly laugh, the kind where he
threw back his head and let the sound out. Which was followed by a
hand to the back of my neck as he pulled me closer until our lips
were just barely touching.

"I'll keep that in mind, sugar," he mumbled with
smiling eyes before he slanted his head and briefly but thoroughly
made love to my mouth.

*.*.*.*.*

As they'd gotten closer to Missoula, Dare considered
his options.

He could just take Ryley back to the clubhouse and
drop her off. But that was immediately discarded. Mainly because he
didn't fuckin' want to.

Lock's? Nah. The talk from the brothers earlier told
him that Blaze was staying with the pretty Missoulan Honey and he
didn't want to interrupt the couple's Sunday afternoon delight.

Only one place was suitable to take his girl, and he
pointed his big bike back to his apartment in the hopes she'd get
the idea of what was in store by just their destination.

In order to do that though, he knew he needed work to
repair the damage their earlier convo and shared lunch had done.
He'd known he'd fuckin' blown it the minute the words had come out
of his mouth when he'd tried to slip a little bit of naughty into
their teasing banter.

'You fuckin' up for it?' Goddamn! She was right, it
had been a cheesy-ass way to broach the subject and whatever had
been building between them had stalled as a result. And he was sure
his kiss hadn't smoothed everything over. Well, not all the
way.

Dare glanced at his gauges as he joined with the 35
going south. It was gonna take them a couple of hours to get back
to Missoula. Was that enough time to repair the damage he'd done?
Maybe get back in her good graces?

The question about March and then the bit of doing
he'd done with the waitress had been stupid as shit. He had no real
interest in either one but had just pulled them out of his ass to
get a reaction. Something he'd been known to do when he was
uncomfortable.

But his squirms had started much earlier than the
restaurant. Had, in fact, started the night before when he'd heard
her trying to dismiss the importance of their week when she'd asked
him if he remembered.

Fuck! How could he ever forget it?

That glorious motherfuckin' week that had changed his
life. How the light in one special girl's eyes had made him feel
like he could do fuckin' anything.

So why'd he played it off earlier? Oh, yeah. Because
she'd
treated it like it hadn't meant fuckin' nothing.

Time to shut that shit right the fuck down and get
his cards on the table.

He snuck a glance at his right rear-view mirror and
saw her head was turned towards the lake. Maybe if he let her know
how he really felt they could get back on track.

The only track he wanted to take with the only girl
he wanted to be with.

Chapter Thirteen

The place he'd driven me to was on the outskirts of
town and consisted of a long driveway that by-passed a big, old
house with most of its lights on in spite of it being only on the
edges of dusk. Winding the bike along a long curve, we went another
hundred or so yards until a two story building came into view.
Which turned out to be a garage with an apartment over it.

Dare was up off his seat and at my side before I
could even register that he'd turned off the engine but by then, I
was more than a bit on edge. Just the thought of where we might be,
of what we might be doing, of what I damn-well
wanted
to be
engaged in over the next thirty or so minutes found me shaking in
my boots.

"C'mon, gorgeous," he said after handing me off the
bike.

"What is this place?" I asked as we made our way to
the staircase on the side of the two story building.

"It's where I fuckin' live," he chuckled over the
thuds his boots made on the stairs.

"You rent the space above their garage?"

He stopped and looked back at me. "No, babe. I
fuckin' own it all. First fuckin' property I ever bought but the
house was too big for just me. So I built this place, far enough
away from the front place that having a Hellion party doesn't
disturb my renters."

I considered asking him why he didn't just rent to
Hellions or stay in the house with Hellion roommates but by that
time we were standing on the small porch. Using a couple of keys on
a couple of locks, he opened the door and reached towards a wall.
Lights came on as he pulled me through the doorway before shutting
the heavy portal and twisting the different bolts.

"Beinvenido to Casa de Dare," he said, tossing his
keys with a clatter onto the small bar that separated his living
room from the kitchen. I took in the small bits of the apartment I
could see before turning my eyes back to his. I wasn't there to
admire the décor or to see how clean the man kept his personal
space. And it seemed the earlier pissy feelings had somehow mended
on our quiet trek back to town which allowed the tension between us
to again be felt...and, now, could be acted on.

With that in mind, I took two running steps toward
him before jumping up to glue my mouth to his as I entwined my legs
around his hard waist.

Luckily, Dare more than met me half-way by grabbing
my ass to pull me fully against him and shoving his tongue in my
mouth as soon as my lips were parked on his. Jay-sus! He felt,
tasted and smelled even more wonderful than I remembered from the
night before. I found myself almost climbing his big body in order
to stay connected.

My brain finally engaged and I recognized we were
moving. "Where're we going, cowboy?"

"My fuckin' bed, gorgeous. You got a problem with
that?" Our lips hadn't broken contact even through us speaking and
him walking.

"If I fucking did, I wouldn't be here," I announced
and started toeing off my boots behind his back while we were
moving through the hallway, hearing their intermittent thuds as
they dropped to the floor. "Wanna be with you, Dare."

"Goddamn right, Ryley," he murmured, his lips almost
buzzing against mine as he spoke but stopped abruptly and then
almost flung me onto his mattress. Lucky for me, his bed was on a
platform and I didn't have very far to fall. He removed his
footwear even as he snagged his t-shirt between his shoulder
blades.

Taking his cue, I made a mad dash to get my clothes
off as soon as fucking possible too.

But he stopped as soon as I'd lifted off my t-shirt
and reached for the fastening of my leathers. Maybe it was my
turquoise lace underwear that were on view. Or perhaps it was
because I had no shame in exposing my body to him but whatever it
was had him pausing and staring at what I had on. Visually
devouring the different bits on display in the very dim glow that
had seeped through the mini-blinds on the bedroom windows as the
sun set.

"Fucking hot," he rumbled and I saw his hands move to
the button of his jeans though all I could really see was his
massive silhouette in the ever dwindling light. "You've always been
so fucking hot, Ryley."

Donning or removing leathers is never pretty and
never quick. Something I'd been surprised to discover when I'd
purchased my first pair. The tops were usually okay because a
person only really struggled with the arms. But the pants were
awful. Basically you were removing cow skin from your own and it
was a lengthy, arduous process.

And damn hard to look sexy while doing it.

But Dare didn't wait and soon took over my
ministrations to remove my pants that came off an inch at a
time.

"If I'd known this was gonna happen
today
," I
grunted, pushing down as he pulled. "I would've dressed
different."

I saw the shine of his cheek as it rounded signaling
his smile. "And I'd've fuckin' been ball deep in you by now, sugar,
if you had."

Shit! The thought of what his words described caused
a hard deep pulse within me and added to my already wet panties.
'Fuck this,
' I thought almost frantic to have him inside me
and rolled onto my stomach as I yanked the turquoise lace thong
down as I lifted and pointed my ass his way even though my clothes
were only down to just above my spread knees. I couldn't think of
anything but getting his cock in me.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned and there was the sound of
foil tearing before I felt his helmet press against the wetness
that was no longer contained by my folds. He stopped his movement
though and I felt him slide a finger up and back all along the
length of my slit. "Shit, Ryley. You need this as much as I do,
don't you, sugar?"

Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I glanced back at
him to see if he was teasing but he wasn't. His eyes were glued to
what his finger had begun working and his face held a look of awe
and a desire so deep it made me dizzy. That look together with what
his talented finger was doing pushed me closer towards the orgasm I
knew was waiting for me.

"I need you inside, Dare," I instructed on a whimper.
"Please."

"Aw, fuck," he breathed and his finger was replaced
by something harder, thicker that seemed to catch on my core as he
slid himself over me, redistributing my wetness. At last, at long
fucking last, he begin to press in. "Fucking hell, Ryley, you're so
tight ..."

I heard another "please, Dare!" roll up and out of my
mouth on a moan as I pressed back onto his long, turgid length.

"You're so fuckin' tight. Don't wanna hurt you." His
voice was thick almost a growl as he inched his way in. "Fucking
Christ, Ryley!"

His panting tone let me know my infrequent couplings,
the reason my girlie place was so constricted, was a good thing.
And I did a hip roll at the compliment since there was no way I
could talk. I knew if I opened my mouth, gave voice to what was
inside me all that would come out would be in the language of
'moan-ese'.

"Just fuck me already," I said but was aware of the
demanding snarl in my voice as I spoke. He'd crowned but had
stopped once he was fully inside. And the lack of action drove me
nuts!

He curled himself around my back, his arms bracketing
mine even as his hips began to slew, bumping against my ass and
retreating. God, he was big and thick as he worked himself in and
out of me. I couldn't help my noises, caught up in the tornado he'd
created years ago, flamed back into existence by our play of the
night before and was just now assuaging.

Dropping my head and forearms to the mattress, I felt
him follow me down, his mouth at my ear. "Your pussy is mine,
Ryley. Always has been, always will be."

Too far gone to protest his words, all I could do was
to offer a counter-rhythm to what he was giving. And when he
reached a hand around to finger my clit, I completely lost any and
all semblance of reality.

There was a woman's voice in the distance, one that
was pleading, begging for her man not to stop, to never stop and it
took a while for me to recognize that voice as my own.

But the sentiment was exactly what I was feeling.

I never wanted him to stop, to cease what he was
doing, what he was creating in me.

And as I hit my pinnacle, that precipice that I knew
meant a long drop to heaven, I screamed his name. I'd screamed it
throughout the years as I hit it, both with and without partners,
much to my later chagrin. To have the opportunity to do it with
him,
because
of him, only added to the delight.

But Dare was only four strokes behind me when it came
to flying off that ledge.

And he'd bellowed my name in such a way I knew it
wasn't the first time he'd roared it either.

*.*.*.*.*

Goddamn.

God.

Damn
!

Taking Ryley had been everything he'd imagined and
then some.

She dropped her hips back to the mattress and he made
a point of staying connected even though her pants made it almost
fuckin' impossible to do. Actually, he didn't want to be
disconnected from her at all and if he didn't know it wasn't safe
he would've done her again with the same fuckin' condom.

Fuck!

He'd tried to be smooth, tried to be cool and in
control just like he'd been with all of his other women but hadn't
been able to keep up his game.