Taking a Dare - A Hellion MC Novel (20 page)

Mouths fused, Dare pulled back far enough to get a
hand underneath her shirt to capture a breast and as he tweaked her
already impossibly firm nipple, Ryley moaned before she began to
writhe against him. She made her own move by slipping a palm down
his jeans to encircle and slide over his rock-hard dick. He flexed
his hips to encourage her further.

But it wasn't enough—not nearly fuckin' enough.

He wanted to be ball-deep inside her. Needed to feel
the deep, slick heat of her pussy engulf him. He was so hard, he
felt his heartbeat in his turgid length.

Their movements became faster and held the edges of
frenzy as they tried to get closer.

Without knowing how it had happened, his pants were
around his knees and hers on only one leg as he shoved himself into
her. In his mind, they were supposed to be on his desk but somehow
he'd pressed her against the wall, lifting her by her beautiful
full ass as he bent his knees in order to shuttle himself in and
out of her hot, tight wetness.

"Fuck, Ryley. Shit!"

"Don't stop. Please don't stop!" she begged. And at
her words, he couldn't help but to plant himself even deeper and
grind his pubic bone into the swollen piece he knew was her clit as
the head of his dick scrubbed again the rough patch inside her.
"Oh, god. Yes! Yes, Dare. Right there!"

"You're gonna explode on me, baby. That pussy's all
primed to fuckin' come," he growled, his lips on hers. "Give it to
me, Ryley, all of it. Hit it right the fuck with me."

That seemed all it took before her inner walls to
begin squeezing as he started to spurt inside her. Wave after wave
of delight that soared up through the fullness of his pulsating
cock as his essence spilled inside her, accompanied by the roar of
her name.

Much as hers had with the screaming of his, too loud
for either one of them to try to muffle.

*.*.*.*.*

As my breath came back to me and as reason again
ruled, I realized what Dare and I'd just done had been wrong. I let
my mind review all the reasons why.

"You didn't cover yourself," I mumbled into his
collarbone, glad to have what I knew was my red face, hidden.

"Wha'?" came the rumbled, yet satisfied reply
breathed into my neck.

"We just barebacked it, cowboy."

Statues held more movement than that of his body as
he took in my words. After a time, one of his hands slid from the
grip it'd held on my ass cheek to reach behind us as he held me
propped against the wall with his other hand and his thickly
muscled thigh. I heard a drawer open and close, the scuffing of
tissues coming out of a box before feeling the press of paper
against my nether region as he slipped out from inside me.

I tried to see his eyes as he lowered me to the floor
and took a half-step away but he kept his head down.

No words though. Nothing to let me know what he felt
or whether his brain was doing some fast cycles. Which it had to
have been because mine was running at full speed.

I'd gone through four or five different emotions in
the space of ten or so minutes before being willingly screwed up
against an office wall. And he still wasn't talking.

He wasn't gonna admit what I needed him to, what my
heart was begging to hear.

What. A. Damn. Dick!

After he dabbed at me and pulled back even further to
clean himself, I twisted so I had room enough to put my pants back
on. Once I was put back together, hair fluffed and everything, I
moved to the door.

"Ryley, wait…" I heard him call.

I turned to look back at him, waiting to hear
whatever it was he wanted to say. But he didn't speak. Not about
us. Not about our bare-backing it. Nothing.

He wouldn't say the words I needed him to, words that
would help us to find a future together. And his continued silence
kept adding fuel to my anger.

Dare just continued to look at me, regret so evident
in his face. He knew what I wanted, what I needed to hear and yet
he wasn't going to give an inch.

So I twisted back to the door, unlocked it and
exited.

Leaving broken pieces of my heart littering the floor
of his office as I resentfully stormed into the wide hall.

*.*.*.*.*

In the whole of his sexual life, Dare had never, not
even once, forgotten a condom. It had been drilled into him by the
men at the club again and again.

"You don't want none of them diseases pussies can
carry," Zip had told him over and over.

"You knock somebody up then you fucking step up to
the plate, little dick." It was a common talk from many of the
brothers about getting caught by some girl that wanted one man all
to herself.

He'd made the decision to never get trapped or have
to watch for sores and the like as soon as he'd been given the
approval to take a Honey for play.

Christ!

Dare plopped into the chair but couldn't help his
eyes as they stared at the open doorway. He hadn't even considered
a condom in his haste to be inside his Ryley! All he'd known was
that he wanted her, had fuckin' needed her in a way that defied all
his former teachings, his experience. And her stupid motherfuckin'
rules.

Being with her, even up against the wall of his
office, had been more than perfect.

Something he'd wanted to tell her before she left but
she never gave him a fuckin' chance.

What the fuck was that? Walking away without even
fuckin' talking about what they'd just done? Or was she upset
because he hadn't wanted talk to her about what he felt? Why the
goddamn warning didn't mean diddly-squat when it came to her and
him?

And, for that fuckin' matter, why did he need to say
it? Shit! Didn't she know? Wasn't she able to tell?

Balancing his elbows on the desktop, he scrubbed at
his face before dragging his fingers over his mustache.

Could his day get any worse?

Watching Trey stomp towards his office, he realized
it could and probably would before he turned his eyes to the
computer screen.

Where he saw a full-blown picture of him and Ryley
taken back in the day. When he was seventeen and she'd only been
fifteen. But so fuckin' into each other that the camera hadn't had
a choice but to capture what was between them.

Dare couldn't tear his eyes away from the snap that
was front and center on both the monitor and in his heart.

Christ!

He quickly right-clicked and hit 'save' knowing he'd
be looking at the gift Ryley'd left for him again and again.

Chapter Twenty

"Talk to me, brother," was Trey's opening gambit as
he settled across from Dare, his pres's big body almost hiding the
chair he sat in. The younger brother took a second and realized
Trey was asking about Jim and not Ryley.

Dare took a deep breath before speaking. "Told you
about it before. Parents killed. Me and Jim sent to different
fuckin' foster homes. Lost touch. Yaddy-yaddy-yada." Dare shrugged
on the last bit but found he'd also turned his eyes away as he'd
talked.

"But then you found him in Billings?"

"Yeah. Saw him from behind and wondered how I goddamn
knew him. Niggled at me, you know?" Dare confided. At Trey's nod
and open expression, he continued. "He was with a blonde girl and
seemed all caught up in her but then when they were done, he came
to our table and gave us a warning as Hellions."

"And that warning was…?"

"That we could expect fuckin' hassles every time we
went into Big Horn county."

Trey seemed to take that info on board and Dare gave
him the time to do it. "So he called you to get the skinny on what
the Black Czar's are up to over here?"

"Yeah, that's what I got from it anyway," Dare
answered. "Didn't tell him hella anything and didn't promise squat.
But I did say I'd be in touch."

"So let's reach out and fuckin' touch him, bro',"
Trey said with a smile. "Call him and put him on speaker."

Jim answered at the first ring. "It's Dare. I've got
you on speaker in front of Trey Jackson, president of the Missoula
chapter of the Hellions."

"Sheriff Gentry," Trey greeted.

"Mr. Jackson," Jim replied.

"Heard you wanted info on what the Hellions know of
the Black Czar's, is that correct?" Trey asked with a squint as if
concentrating on what he might hear back.

"Yes, sir. Did Josh tell you about our bust? The meth
we'd found?"

At the name 'Josh', Trey's eyes shot to Dare as
though surprised to be reminded of Dare's legal name. Dare couldn't
remember if Trey had ever called him by Josh. "Not the particulars,
no."

Trey's eyes remained on his pres as Jim went over the
semi, the manifest and what his officers had uncovered.

"Is meth a problem for your community?" Trey asked as
the other man's voice wound down. "The Crow rez is in your area,
right?"

"In our area, yeah. Part of our jurisdiction, no. We
have to get tribal council approval to even cross into their land
and to work with their tribal police. But meth, just like
prescription pills are a problem for us here, both on the
reservation and off."

Dare knew exactly what Jim was referring to. With
morphine tablets going for $30 a pill to the addicts, a lot of the
folks of Missoula had decided that they could get by on less meds
and handle more pain if only to relieve the stress of the
money-crunch their illnesses had brought. Meth on the street went
for a lot less and was much easier to transport.

"What kind of info are you looking for, Sheriff?"

"The search warrant and subpoena kind," Jim shot
back.

Dare couldn't prevent his soft whistle at Jim's open
admission. That shit was huge and hard to come by in the best of
circumstances. Something he wasn't sure even the Hellions could
get.

"Need to think on it a bit. But, we get you something
then the Hellion's are going to want something in return," Trey
warned.

"Lemme guess. Free access through Big Horn?"

"Geez, you and your brother aren't as dumb as you
act!"

Polite but bitter laughter rang out.

"We'll be in touch, Sheriff, yeah?" Trey said when
their chuckles finally died out.

"I'll look forward to it, Jackson."

Dare couldn't push the button to disconnect fast
enough and when he raised his face, he found Trey eyes were on him
which had him squirming in his chair. "If you had half his damn
seriousness and he had half your ass-clown humor, you fuckers would
probably rule the world," his Hellion brother said with a sigh.
"The bar-b-que is canceled for tonight. I'll get the word out."

Expecting Trey to leave, Dare's eyes went to the
monitor again and felt his heart skip a beat at the pic that was
still front and center.

"You working it through with your girl?" Trey's
question was offered on a quiet rumble, causing Dare's eyes to
shoot back to his pres. When he received no response, Trey went on.
"Gus only gave you two choices but that doesn't fucking mean there
ain't others."

"I'm not fuckin' running and there's no way in hell
I'm giving up my cut," Dare affirmed through clenched teeth.

"So does that mean you're gonna fucking pull your
thumb outta your ass and go for what you want, brother?"

Their stare, brown eyes to brown eyes, held for more
than a few seconds before Trey nodded, rapped his knuckles on
Dare's desktop.

And with that, Trey, like everyone else that day,
left.

So Dare could get on with whatever shit he was
supposed to be doing.

*.*.*.*.*

"Is there some place I can rent a car?" I whispered
to Lulu at the front desk of the Hellion Construction building
after leaving Dare's office. In my walk down the long hallway and
into the reception area, I'd determined that being near Dare was a
temptation I couldn't resist. But I had to because I knew my dad
was dead serious about getting him gone.

I'd seen Lulu in the clubhouse and she'd even been at
Lock's house the previous morning, but I hadn't yet had an
opportunity to talk to her.

Blinking her big blue eyes up at me, I saw her bright
red lipsticked mouth open and close a couple of times.

"Forgive me, but you're Ryley, right? The princess of
the Spokane team?"

At my nod, I saw the girl with her blue-black hair
coiffed in some fifties-style stand that made me quickly take a
step back. That was until I saw her hand shoot out across the desk.
"I'm not really a Honey and I'm just with a guy that's still a
recruit so I'm not sure how to act around you," she said and I saw
pink infuse her cheeks. "But, I'm happy to meet you,
nevertheless."

Holy shit! Was she for real? I took in her whole look
as my palm met hers, the dress that was form-fitting at her waist
and then poofed out. Was she wearing petticoats?

"A pleasure," I mumbled, my eyes following the heavy
lines of her black eyeliner. Shit, she must've spent twenty minutes
applying that stuff, I concluded. "Now, about that rental car."

"I can get you a car. You're staying at the Rosemont,
right?"

"Ah, not exactly."

The blinking started again and I couldn't help but
wonder if she wore false eyelashes or just did eighty coats of
mascara to achieve that look. "I was, ah. I was staying with Lock
but she has…"

"Blaze. Yeah, I both heard and saw how they were
together," she said with a coy smile. "Do you need a place to stay,
too?"

I hadn't thought about where I'd be sleeping. If I
wasn't staying at Lock's (and there was no fucking way in the world
I would be since I needed to sleep and couldn't with the noise she
and her man made) and not at the motel (which because of my dad,
Leif and March was a no-Rye zone) where would I go? "Yeah another
place would be good too."

"I hope this isn't too forward, but I moved in with
Mel. I mean, Hardwood. And I still haven't cleaned out my old
apartment. If you want, you could stay there. Free of charge, of
course!"