Down & Dirty: Dex (Dirty Angels MC Book 8) Page 6

  Dex could hardly unlock his jaw after gritting his teeth during the whole three hour long run. And it wasn’t due to the cold weather. It was because he spent three fucking hours watching Brooke ride on the back of Crash’s sled.

  Yeah. Crash. Fucker.

  Dex had told Brooke, “No,” that she couldn’t go along with him. Teach her a lesson that just riding his dick and yanking on his nipple rings did not guarantee her a spot on the back of his sled.

  Fuck no, it didn’t.

  But she’d stood checking all the brothers out in the lot, her eyes searching for someone who may be her father, as everyone got into formation and mounted their sleds. And, fuck him, at the last minute, she hopped on Crash’s sled.

  Just like that.

  When she wrapped her arms around Crash’s waist, Dex just about leapt off his sled to rip her off him. But he didn’t.

  He was determined to act like he didn’t give a shit. Even though everyone knew he did. So instead of letting everyone eyeball him and his miserable mood, he decided to ride last in the pack. Bring up the rear.

  Problem was, he had to watch Brooke’s long strawberry blonde hair flying free behind Crash as she plastered herself to his back, probably trying to stay warm.

  In one of the parks where they pulled off for a break, Dex had approached her and informed her that she needed to get on his sled instead.

  She disagreed. Very strongly, in fact.

  And since all eyes were on them, he walked away, ignoring his brothers’ smirks.

  So now, after they returned to church, he sat on his sled, watching her dismount from the back of Crash’s Harley with a huge smile on her face.

  Fuck.

  If she was trying to get him pissed off, it worked.

  He didn’t blame Crash. The woman was hot and the man knew Dex had no claim.

  None at all.

  His gaze ran over her from top to toe. Windblown hair, flushed cheeks, and a sparkle in her eye, all from the ride, as she stood talking to Crash by his sled.

  A muscle ticked in his jaw as she leaned over, put a hand on Crash’s shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

  Then she headed in Dex’s direction, opposite from where everyone else was headed, which was into church to get ready for the pig roast and to warm up.

  Dex watched her hips rock-n-roll in her snug jeans as she strode toward him, her tits bouncing under her jacket with each determined step.

  Her smile was long gone by the time she reached him.

  When she did, she planted her hands on her hips and tilted her head slightly as she stared at him. “I thought you wanted a repeat of Friday night.”

  “Do you?”

  “I did. But only if you took me along on your run.”

  He snorted. “Was on the fuckin’ run.”

  “Right. Against your wishes.”

  He lifted a shoulder and let it drop heavily. “Got what you wanted.”

  “Not really.”

  Dex had a feeling those two words held a lot more meaning than what was on the surface.

  “Are there going to be more people showing up for the pig roast?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Hang-arounds. Prospects.”

  “Any other patched members?”

  Dex shrugged again. “Don’t know. Guess you’re gonna stick around to find out.”

  “Is that going to bother you?”

  Was it? And would it matter to her if it did? He doubted it. She was going to do whatever the fuck she wanted. “Gonna fuck Crash?”

  Her lips twitched. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

  “Sure?”

  “Though he’s a funny guy—and cute, too—he’s not my thing.”

  He wasn’t her thing. Right.

  “Especially,” she lifted her hand and waved it over her head, “with the man-bun thingy going on.” She wrinkled her nose. She reached out and slipped her hand into his cut to tweak his nipple ring through the flannel shirt he had donned before getting on his sled earlier. The blood rushed through him and landed right in his dick. “He also doesn’t have what you have.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I asked him.”

  She did what?

  Brooke gave him a big smile, her eyes crinkling at the corner. “I’m messing with you.”

  He released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Right,” he muttered.

  “Are you getting off?”

  His eyebrows shot up his forehead.

  Her lips twitched some more as she jerked her chin toward his sled. “Your bike,” she added.

  He snorted again and finally dismounted. As soon as he did, she stepped closer to grab his dick through his jeans. “You said you have a room upstairs?”

  “Yeah,” he breathed as her fingers gripped his hard-on through the denim.

  “The ride got me wet,” she whispered close to his ear.

  He fought the shudder that wanted to run through him. “The ride or Crash?”

  “The vibration of the bike. The memory of Friday night,” she murmured.

  “Just gonna use me?”

  Brooke pulled back and smiled. “Yep.”

  Dex gave her a sharp nod and grabbed her hand. “Life’s a bitch. Let’s go.” And with that, he tugged her into church and up to his room, ignoring all the eyeballs that tracked their path.

  Chapter Five

  Dex’s head rolled back on his pillow as Brooke deep-throated him, one hand squeezing his balls to the point of pain, the other twisting one of his nipples.

  He could hardly breath. He could hardly think. Everything on his body throbbed.

  The scrape of her teeth over the head of his dick made his hips jerk up, shoving him even deeper into her mouth.

  The woman hadn’t gagged once. It made him wonder how she got so good at giving head. He pushed that thought away and reached out blindly to dig his fingers into her hair.

  A sharp sting to his hand had him jerking his fingers back in surprise. The bitch had slapped him away!

  He chuckled and smiled up at the ceiling. Fuck this woman.

  Jesus.

  Out of all the businesses the DAMC owned and ran, she had to walk into the one where he worked first.

  Too bad she had only come into Shadow Valley for the reason she did.

  But, hell, as long as she was in town and was willing, she could scratch, bite, smack him and twist his nipples until they were sore. Hell yeah, she could.

  The sweet butts never fucked him with the intensity that Brooke did. And this was their second go-around for the night. A quickie before the pig roast and now this, afterward.

  But this time it wasn’t in his shithole room in church. Fuck no, it wasn’t. It was in the room she rented at the Shadow Valley Motor Inn, which wasn’t much nicer than his own room. However, at least the room had a bigger bed. And the sheets were somewhat clean.

  Another bonus was them not tripping over the clothes he had all over his floor.

  But that shit didn’t matter right now. Right now, his dick was being sucked like there was no tomorrow.

  Which meant he was about to blow his load.

  Until he wasn’t. With two fingers squeezing the root of his dick tight, she pulled away.

  “Hey,” he complained.

  “I have other plans for that first,” she told him as she shuffled to her knees and straddled his hips. Still holding his dick, she lined herself up and slowly sank down.

  “Ah, fuck,” he groaned as the wet, tight, heat surrounded him.

  She smiled down at him as she rode him slowly, taking her time, taking him deep. Grinding hard when she hit bottom.

  “Touch me,” she ordered.

  He lifted his head and cocked an eyebrow at her. “Gonna smack my hand away again?”

  “No. Just do it.”

  Every time she gave him an order, it made his balls tighter and his dick flex.

  “Can I do you like you do me?” he asked. Because as much as he liked her giving it to
him rough, he wanted to do the same to her.

  “Do whatever. I’ll correct you if you go too far.”

  I’ll correct you if you go too far.

  Holy fuck.

  He snagged both of her nipples and rolled the tight tips between his fingers. Her tits were some of the best he’d ever seen. Big and heavy but with perky nipples that made his mouth water.

  He was dying to suck and bite them but she hadn’t allowed that yet.

  What the fuck...

  She hadn’t allowed that.

  “My balls still there?”

  She reached back and squeezed them until he jerked. “Yes.”

  “Thank fuck. Just checkin’.”

  She released a husky laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with liking what you need.”

  “Think I need this?” he asked.

  “Yes, I think you do.”

  “How ‘bout you?”

  “Yes, I definitely need it like this.” Her hands covered his and her fingers encouraged him to pull and twist her nipples even harder as her pace picked up.

  “Wanna be on top,” slipped out of him.

  This was the third time they were fucking and the third time she was on top. While he didn’t mind it, he wanted to mix it up. Who knew how many more times she’d ride his dick before she blew back out of town.

  He wanted to nail her hard to the mattress at least once.

  “Gotta earn that spot,” she drawled in her best deep biker voice.

  He threw his head back and barked out a laugh. “How’s that?”

  “I’ll let you know when you do.”

  “Hard to play the game when I don’t know the rules.”

  “Keeps you on your toes,” she reminded him.

  “Yeah, long as it keeps you on my dick.”

  Her answer was her pussy clenching tightly around his dick as she began to ride him with abandon. She tossed her head back, her mouth opened and the most fucking amazing sounds came out of her, ones that made his own nipples harden. One of her hands dropped to where they were connected and she rubbed her clit. He didn’t know where to watch first. Her face, her luscious fucking tits, which were bouncing and slapping like crazy, or her playing with her own clit.

  It ended up being none of them as he squeezed his eyes shut, his balls pulling up high and tight. He was skating dangerously along that brink of no return.

  Fuck. She needed to come before he did.

  His eyes popped open. “Gonna come?”

  She ignored him, sliding like a wild woman up and down on his dick. Fuck. He was going to lose it any second now.

  She was not going to tolerate him leaving her behind. He could see her popping him in the mouth for shooting his load too soon.

  “Babe...”

  She dropped her head, her long hair framing her face as she stared down at him, her eyes unfocused, her breathing ragged.

  “Babe...” he said again, hoping she’d answer before he had to beg. Because he was not going to beg...

  No...

  “Babe, gonna come?”

  Oh, fuck, please.

  He felt a rush of wet warmth and the rest of her body went solid while her pussy went into wild spasms around him.

  “Oh, thank fuck,” he whispered, and squeezing his eyes closed once more, his hips rose off the bed as he came deep inside her.

  Then she was on him, collapsed onto his damp chest as she ground her hips in circles, ringing every last drop out of his dick.

  His breathing was no better than hers. Both were unable to talk until their heart rate slowed and so did their panting.

  Finally, she said, “I don’t know why you’re so out of breath when I did all the work.”

  “Next time, gonna be on top.”

  She tilted her head until she stared up at him with those mesmerizing slate blue eyes. “We’ll see.”

  He combed the damp hair off her face with his fingers. “Yeah, we will,” he murmured.

  She flicked one of his nipple rings with the tip of her tongue, “Yeah, we will,” she repeated.

  “You always like this?”

  She lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Yes. Are you?”

  “No.”

  She grinned. “You’re not used to not being in control.”

  “Fuck no.”

  “I bet you bikers are used to bossing women around. Taking what you want, when you want it.”

  He considered her words for a second, but that’s all it took. “Lemme get somethin’ straight. We ain’t rapists. Yeah, we like pussy. But we can get plenty of it without forcin’ it on anyone.”

  “I didn’t—”

  He cut her off. “You were on that run. You were in church. You were fuckin’ outside in the courtyard. You saw Diesel with Jewel. Hawk with Kiki. Z with Sophie. Jag with my sister. Slade with Diamond. Dawg an’ Emma. Hell, Ace with Janice. They’re all fuckin’ bikers, all DAMC. They’d die for their fuckin’ ol’ ladies. Wouldn’t hesitate a fuckin’ second to step in front of a bullet for ‘em. Just ‘cause your mother got a raw fuckin’ deal with someone—an’ we don’t even know who yet—don’t mean we’re all like that.”

  “Those so-called sweet butts aren’t treated like property?”

  “No one forces ‘em to do shit.” He hooked a leg around her and flipped her over until she was flat on her back and looking up at him. “Lemme tell you somethin’ else... Hawk’s woman was this,” he held his thumb and index finger a cunt hair apart, “close to bein’ raped. Had the shit beat outta her. Jazz was fuckin’ raped by two men, beaten an’ carved up. Jewel was taken against her will an’ coulda easily been raped. We don’t play that shit. You fuck with our women an’ you’re gonna get fucked in return.”

  “Who did it?”

  Dex’s nostril’s flared as he sucked in a breath, trying to calm his anger. “’Nother club.”

  “What happened to that other club?” she asked softly.

  “Some still around. Some not.”

  “Revenge,” she said matter-of-factly.

  “Isn’t that what you’re here for? Revenge?”

  Her eyes slid to the side. “My mom died and that hit me hard. Cleaning out that attic... Finding that info, that diary. It ripped my heart out, Dex. I didn’t know what I was here for, honestly, until it hit me Friday night. When those written words finally became clear. I wish I had known what had happened to her all those years ago before she was gone. I want to ask her questions, get some answers. But I can’t. That opportunity is gone. There’s only one person left on this earth that knows the truth.”

  “She probably never wanted you to know. Didn’t want to relive that shit if it happened the way you think.”

  “I think it did.”

  “Wanna read that diary.”

  “What? No.”

  “Yeah. Need to see it. Just the part that mentions the DAMC.”

  “Why?”

  “You wanna find him. I might be able to read it an’ pick up on info you’d never pick up.”

  She considered his words for a few seconds. “I’ll think about it. If I do, no one else reads it.”

  “Can’t promise you that. Thinkin’ maybe Ace should. Someone around at that time.” He stared down into her blue eyes. “Whataya goin’ to do if we figure out who he is an’ he’s still breathin’?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Revenge ain’t always sweet, babe.”

  “I agree. But what if he’s still out there? Possibly doing the same thing to others?”

  “Could be. Got no proof to put ‘im away. Probably some sort of time limit on that thing in your mom’s case. Even if there ain’t, it’s your word against his. An’ thirty years later, pigs ain’t gonna take you seriously. The only way to deal with it, if it’s true, is to do it on the D.L.”

  “Do what on the D.L.?”

  Dex slid onto his back next to Brooke, tucked his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. “Whatever needs done.”

  “What if he’s still in yo
ur club?”

  “Then we handle it.”

  “Who’s we?”

  “The club. Not you. We police our own, babe.” He took a long inhale then continued, “Got another sister you didn’t meet yet. Bella. Her ol’ man—the first one, not the one she’s got now—abused the fuck outta her. Tried to kill her. Stabbed her multiple times until he thought she was fuckin’ dead.”

  Brooke sucked in a sharp breath and then made a noise.

  “That ain’t the half of it. Bella was pregnant by the fucker.”

  “She lost the baby.”

  He nodded. “Stabbed her in the gut on purpose.”

  She rolled onto her side, tight against him, and planted a hand on his chest. “Oh my God.”

  “Yeah,” he grunted.

  “And he was a member of your club?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What happened to him?”

  “Axel happened.” He reached up and tucked a strand of her long, silky hair behind her ear. He regarded the naked woman next to him for a moment, then said, “Axel’s 5-0. Was the first one on the scene. Though, I’m fuckin’ glad he came along an’ saved her life, not glad the pigs had Rebel arrested before we could find his ass.”

  “So, he’s in prison?”

  “No. One good thing came outta Rebel’s being caught. He went to Greene.”

  “Greene,” she repeated. “The prison you mentioned.”

  “Right.”

  “Where this Rocky and Doc are,” Brooke stated.

  “Yep.”

  “Should I guess what happened?”

  “Nope. You already know. Doc’s our grandpop. Not that it woulda mattered. Doc woulda had Rebel taken out if he was our blood or not. Like I said, we take care of our own.”

  “Is she okay now?”

  A smile crossed Dex’s face as he thought of his sister. She was a strong woman. He’d always hoped if he ever settled down with an ol’ lady, his would be as resilient and brave as Bella. “Yeah, she’s great. Axel’s her ol’ man now.”

  “Wait. A cop?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So, she’s no longer a part of the club?”

  “Oh no, she is.”

  “He doesn’t mind?”

  “He fuckin’ minds. Don’t got much say, though. Axel’s also Z’s brother.”