“Hell…fuck!”
She reveled in seeing him unraveled for her the same way he tormented her to the very edge of sanity. The cords in his neck stood out. His pecs flexed, and his abs rippled. She took him down to her fist and then stroked over his length as she pulled her lips off the tip.
She never got another taste. With lightning-quick moves, he rolled her. Suddenly, her legs were splayed wide, her hands trapped to the bed over her head, and his condom-covered cock at the root of her.
The pressure and heat gripping her insides shredded any inhibitions. She needed this man.
“I’m not letting you go,” he grated out.
His words twisted deep, claiming her even more. She wasn’t one to dream about happily-ever-after, babies or family life—her life overflowed with work and her bar. But knowing this man would stick it out with her was enough to make her push upward against his erection.
He burrowed his mushroomed tip between her outer lips, past her folds to stretch her pussy around him. Their gazes locked, and in one hard shove, he claimed her. This time with no barriers either in heart or soul.
She cried out and found his lips right where she needed them. Opening to his tongue, she drew him into her.
Each ripple of his body shot her higher. She clutched at his hands. Passion flowed up and over, but she held her tongue in check. She couldn’t rely on these feelings, could she? They might only belong to the moment.
As she looked into his eyes, she felt pure wonder at the way he gazed back at her—like she was more precious than gold or diamonds, something to be cherished.
She rocked into him. He ground his cock deep, and they shared a moan. Then his rhythm changed course, growing jerkier, his jaw set. Simply the sight of a beautiful man about to come left her breathless.
His eyes closed and issued a roar.
Her name was on his lips.
The moment stole her last reserve. She came around his thick cock as he plunged in and out with a deep-seated determination. The heat of his release kept her pulsating for a long time after, and her mind took even longer to come to terms with what she just experienced.
What she knew to be true.
When the guys entered the Painted Pig, Dixon held out a hand to grip Tank’s. They thumped each other on the back, and then he turned to Rio, Patriot and Blade. Diesel took up the rear, and a few more guys tagged behind—new recruits.
Dixon gave a shake of his head. Thinking on how this all came to pass, how he’d built a club of brothers that stood this strong so soon, he had no damn clue how it happened.
When he saw the four blond guys sauntering around tables to the rear of the bar, he gave a nod to the guys to kick back for a minute and made his way to greet the newcomers. Fiona’s four brothers still had him questioning their motives. Whether or not they liked him, he would remain in their sister’s life, so they better get used to it.
He extended a hand to Lake first. He gripped it hard and stared him in the eyes. An understanding flitted between their gazes. Yeah, Dixon had their sister out all night in his bed. What of it?
Lake’s lips tipped into a grin. “Fee said you’re holding a meeting today. Mind if we sit in?”
“You’re welcome to. Take a seat.”
Once he resumed his position at the table, the guys fell silent. “Thanks for coming today,” he began, looking from one rough, hardened man to the next, each bringing his own talents to the club, and more heart than plenty of the men he’d fought with. “We got some business to tend to, starting with what happened here last night.”
Murmurs rippled through the group as they hashed over the events. Dixon listened a moment and then brought them to order. “It’s time we make Mersey safe—for good. For our loved ones.” He looked across the room to the bar, where Fiona was busy stocking liquor.
“We end this once and for all. No matter what it takes. I won’t have any of you going to prison for murder, but we need to let these motherfuckers know we’re not going to lie down and let them step all over us. We fight back.”
“Hell yeah.” Tank thumped the table with a fist.
“I suggest we lay a trap for the bastards. We wait until they’re headed to the mountains on one of their rides. Then we block the road and fight any way we know how to put a stop to them crossing the town limits again.”
“I’m in, Dix,” Blade said.
“Me too,” added Diesel.
“We put it to a vote.” Dixon looked around at each. “All those in favor of driving Mayhem out of Mersey, raise your hands.”
Each hand shot up including Lake’s.
Dixon met his gaze. “You don’t have to include yourself in this fight, man.”
“It’s about to become our town too. Our sister’s fought these guys time and again. We’re in—all four of us.” He didn’t look at his brothers, but they nodded.
Dixon’s chest welled with the pride of leading so many strong men determined to fight for their beliefs. “All right. Then it’s a go. We set the trap this afternoon. Before we drink to the vote, we have one more order of business.” He reached into his inside vest pocket and pulled out a handful of embroidered patches. He held these up for all to see the Dark Falcons name for each to sew onto a jacket or vest.
The one on top said PRESIDENT underneath the arched Dark Falcons logo. He rubbed his thumb over the word before setting it on the tabletop. Then he handed out the VP to Tank. Everyone applauded, and Fiona looked up to see what they were doing.
Dixon gave her a crooked smile before extending the next patch to Patriot. “Sergeant at Arms. You’ll wear it well, man.”
Patriot gave a serious nod. “I’ll do my best, Prez.”
“I know you will. Road captain goes to none other than Diesel.” He met Diesel’s eyes and tossed him the patch. He fielded it out of the air and closed it in his fist with a nod of reverence.
“Treasurer—Rio.” More applause spattered through the group. “Blade—number one member. And the rest of you members are the best we can ask for. Last but not least, we’ve got our prospect, soon to become a full patch, once he proves his alliance.” He handed out nine more patches, rounding it out to fifteen in all.
Everyone raised a cheer.
“This calls for drinks.” Tank shoved from the table and strode toward the bar. Some of the others stood as well and followed him.
Dixon rounded the table to where Fiona’s brothers stood together, talking. They glanced up at his approach. “I want to thank you guys for agreeing to stand with us. Your assistance is greatly appreciated.”
“We got your back,” Noah told him with a nod.
“I know. That’s why I want to make it official.” He held out the four patches on his palm. “I need more men like you. I hope you’ll join us.”
Lake’s grin spread over his face first, and he reached for the patches. “Guess our alliance has changed and we won’t be doing those rides for the other club. Guys?” He arched a brow at his brothers.
“Fuck yeah. We stand with the Dark Falcons.” Syd swiped a patch and stuffed it into his pocket. JT took his with a serious nod to Dixon, and that left Noah. He accepted his patch and sent a punch at Dixon’s shoulder. “If we’re gonna be brothers-in-law, we might as well be brothers first.”