First Ride (15 page)

Warm, hot breath flows over my weeping pussy. Like an intense storm where cold meets hot, the two crash together violently as I call out when his tongue finally takes hold.

He moves fast, his mouth savagely devouring every inch of me. “Tastes so fucking good, Angel.”

My head thrashes from side to side, stretching and straining. My fingers weave through his short hair urging him to slow as the sensations are too much. He’s relentless, gulping and slurping every drop that escapes me. I feel the rough prickly little hairs on his face that grew in since his morning shave scratch against me and it adds another level to the lesson on
rules
.

My lungs tighten, my hips press down deep into the bed. A wash of fresh cool liquid bathes me as the last of the melted ice drains from my aching body, throwing me over the cliff that hovers near.

His mouth grabs onto the frozen clit that pulses through the strong orgasm racking through my body.

“That’s right, baby. See what happens when you follow the rules?” Dawson revels in the fantastic reward he’s gifted me. “Now
my
reward.”

The blindfold is taken away, my eyes forced to focus in the harsh afternoon light streaming in the bedroom. My vision clears and I see Dawson’s glorious naked body settled between my spread legs.

He leans forward and I feel the mushroomed tip of his thick cock pressing against my half-frozen pussy.

“Dawson …” I eye his naked, unsheathed cock.

He looks down at the latex-free dick in his hand. “That’s one rule that’s
meant
to be broken, Angel.”

~*~

After a lazy afternoon in bed going over a few more rules, we lie spent in each other’s arms. If you had asked me last night where I thought I’d be today, it sure wouldn’t have been in this bed with this man.

“Mmm,” I snuggle in and nuzzle closer as he tries to move.

“Shh, baby. Go back to sleep. I’ll go run and pick Sasha up from Trixie’s. You stay and take a bath when you wake up. We’ll bring some dinner home.” He makes the final move to step out of bed and my head falls to the pillow in defeat.

“Stay and take a shower with me,” I groan into the thick pillow.

I feel a soft kiss on my back. “As much as I’d love to be the one to wash my cum from between your legs, I gotta get the kid before Trixie closes.”

My eyes fly open.
Shit!
I quickly do the mental calculations to determine the level of risk as I count back the days. Nine, ten. Wait, is that good? Bad? I count again. Ten days ago. I think we’re okay. I’ve gotta get on the pill ASAP though.

“Be back soon,” He calls as he hops out of the bedroom while putting his boot on.

I catch a peek of his leather and patches before he disappears and for some unknown reason, they make me smile.

~*~

One shower and a cup of tea later, I find myself wandering to the laundry room to run a load of towels when the front doorbell rings.

Who the hell could that be?

My bare feet glide down the shiny wooden floors to the door. I can see a shadow through the cut glass. It’s gotta be someone for Dawson.

Pressing the disarm button on the alarm, I pull one of the double front doors open and nearly faint at what I see.

How the fuck did he find me?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

DAWSON

Sasha’s one of the last kids left in the main playroom, with the rest having already been picked up for the day. She’s busy playing with some oversized blocks, building a castle by the looks of it.

“Hey, brother, we gotta talk.” Uno sees me walk in and immediately calls me over to the office. Huh. He never usually hangs around here.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry I’m late. I’ll make sure she gets picked up earlier from now on.” I know if I’d explained to him exactly why I was late, he’d understand. Hell, he’d probably give me a high five.

He’s one of Angel’s biggest fans, thinking and voicing to me that it’s about time I settled down. Had to remind him that he was a couple years older than I am now when he finally stopped whoring around and started playing house with Trixie.

“There’s not going to be a
next
time, man.” I walk into the office and he closes the door behind me. That’s when I see Trixie for the first time today, sobbing.

Something’s wrong. “What the fuck happened? Stitch?”

Last I’d checked in Stitch was doing better, but, hell, I can’t imagine what else Trix could be so upset about.

Uno holds up a folded letter. “The daycare’s license is getting pulled. Some bullshit about an expired inspection. I know for a fact that we’re up to date. I don’t mess around with this place, Dawson. Everything’s legit.”

I feel my eye twitch as I read the letter. It’s from the department of Health and Human Services. Looks authentic.

“Gotta close this place down as of tomorrow until we get our license reinstated. There’s no guarantee they’re gonna give it back, though.” My brother watches his Ol’ lady as he speaks. His words cause a fresh wave of tears from her.

I lock eyes with Uno and nod a silent understanding. There’s plenty more to say about this shit but not in front of his woman. We never talk club shit in front of the girls, Ol’ lady or not.

I leave him to console Trix, giving them their privacy. Sasha seems to still be interested in her blocks, but lights up when she sees me coming.

“Dawson!” She runs and I catch her, picking her up high.

“Hey, kiddo. You makin’ a mess?” There are dozens of multicolored interlocking plastic rectangles lying around. Hell yeah, she’s makin’ a mess. “Let’s get this cleaned up so we can get some dinner and go home.”

“Pizza?” Her eyes open wide.

I laugh. “Sure.”

~*~

What. The. Fuck.

That car definitely does
not
belong to a Slayer, or Lana, from what I’ve seen. The rusted pile of shit taking up space in my driveway is even worse than what Angel used to drive. I didn’t think that was possible, but here’s actual tangible proof that it is.

I quickly scan the windows and the doors for anything out of place. Nothing. Something still feels off, though. I reach around behind me and take my gun from my holster, pulling back on the barrel and engaging the first bullet, careful for Sasha not to see from her car seat behind me.

“Hey kiddo, how about we go say hi to Mrs. Martin next door before dinner? See if you can play with her new puppy?”

There’s only one thing that could distract the little girl from the ooey- gooey, cheesy pizza filling up the truck with delicious smells right now, and that’s a puppy.

“Yay! Puppy!” Sasha kicks the back of my seat in excitement, eager to be free from the safety belts holding her securely in place.

My little old neighbor is a widow and loves to have drop-in company visits, even from the bad-ass biker next door. She’d met Sasha the other day while walking the puppy around the block and had invited her to come over and play with the little black lab whenever she wanted. I know she’ll keep Sasha busy for a while so that I can figure out what the hell this car in my driveway is about.

Too many things are going wrong lately between Stitch’s attack, the break-in at the club, Trixie’s business being threatened and now coming to find out that we’re on the Conquistadors’ radar.

I’m not taking any chances.

~*~

The front door’s unlocked.

Not knowing what’s inside, I decide to prepare for the worst, taking my gun and holding it down by my thigh where it’s ready if, and when, I need it.

“Angel, you there?” I turn my body and inch my way deep into the entryway.

Random lights are on throughout the main floor from what I can see. Nothing broken so far, no signs of a forced entry or struggle.

“Dawson? In here.” Angel’s voice calls to me from the living room, tightly wound, definitely not relaxed or comfortable.

Once I’m close enough, I swing myself around the corner with straight arms and a solid grip on my piece.

“Where’s Sasha?” she sees my gun for the very first time and asks, alarmed.

The pale skin and bone excuse for a man sitting opposite her is taken aback by my firearm and stands quickly. Too quickly.

I grab Angel and pull her behind me, blocking her small body with mine. “Who’s this?” I ask back to her.

The greasy-looking man doesn’t give my girl a chance to answer. “Where’s my kid?”

It takes a moment for his claim to register. The sister’s ex. The one who beat her, hooked her on junk.

I feel Angel’s hands take hold of my arm harshly seeking my attention. “
Where’s
Sasha?” Her voice is shaky and wrought with concern. I don’t take my eyes off the weasley little fucker responsible for it.

“She’s playing with that puppy she likes so much,” I’m purposefully cryptic so that she and I are the only ones to understand. “Go get her and take her over your best friend’s house. Don’t come home ‘till I call you.”

I make sure not to use Lana’s name.

“I want my fucking kid, Molly! I told you I’m not leaving here without her!” he tries to call over my shoulder. I raise the gun and he instantly shuts his mouth.

Angel tugs on my sleeve, desperate. “Please, Dawson. Please.”

“Go! Now!” I shout, causing her already delicate disposition to jump. Keeping one eye on him, I try my best to soften my gaze and dart my eyes to her. “I got this, Angel.”

She breathes deeply, eager to say a million things, I’m sure. She doesn’t need to though. I know her well enough already where I get how she feels about this. The little space between her eyebrows closes like she’s in some sort of pain.

“I need you to take care of this, Dawson.” Her whispered words are slow, articulate, and dripping with meaning.

She’s seen enough these last few days to know the things I’m capable of. She knows I’ll do whatever I have to. She knows the
weight
of her wish.

“I need you,” she whispers even more softly before leaving in a hurried rush to claim the little girl next door.

My black, dark heart stops mid-beat at her words. The words I never thought I’d hear from her lips. The words she probably never imagined saying, even to me.

But, she
did
say them. She said them to
me
.

She. Needs. Me.

Shit just got real.

There’s a loud clicking noise as the front door closes leaving my
guest
and I alone in the house.

I pull the release on my gun, holding it up to deescalate the situation. “Have a seat.”

“I want my kid. You can’t keep her from me.” He doesn’t sit.

Fine. We’ll stand.

I’m a head taller than him, so I step forward to accentuate the difference. “How’d you find her?”

He sneers. “None of your fuckin’ business.”

I laugh. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You have no idea how much this is my
fuckin’
business. If you want me to help get your kid back for you, you’ll tell me how you found her.”

He eyes me suspiciously. “Why would you help me get her back?”

Exhaling deeply, I eye him as though he should already know. “You
think
I want to be saddled with a kid? Man, I thought I was getting a sweet piece of ass. Had no idea Molly was gonna try and stick me with a kid that’s not even mine.”

His eyes narrow as he processes what I’m saying. I give him more.

“I can’t even fuck my woman the way I want in my own house for Christ’s sake! She’s too afraid the kid will hear.” I shake my head for emphasis. “My woman needs to take care of
me
, worry about
me
. Not some kid that’s not even hers.”

Sasha’s sperm donor of a father seems to scrutinize what I’m saying.

“Now how’d you find my place?” I ask once again for the information. He seems to be warming up to me. Stupid fucker.

“Some guy calls me, tells me I got a kid. Says Tina ups and leaves the baby with her bitch of a sister tryin’ to hide my kid from me, like they’re better than me or some shit.”

Interesting. I have to fight the urge to deck him for calling Angel a bitch. That wouldn’t help matters much right now. “He have a name? An accent, the guy who called you? Russian, Mexican?”