Down & Dirty: Dawg (Dirty Angels MC Book 7) Page 9

  “I’m fine. It’s safe here.”

  “Long as my kid’s in your belly, ain’t riskin’ it. No lip. Let’s go.”

  Jewel sighed and rolled her eyes. “I can’t wait until the Warriors are all...” She shot a quick glance at Emma. “Gone and I can live a normal fucking life.” She pushed to her feet. “Welcome to the sisterhood, Emma.” Then she gave Emma a wink and patted Dawg on the arm. “She’s sweet.”

  “Right,” Dawg grumbled.

  Emma waited until Diesel and Jewel left, then she turned to Dawg. “Who are the Warriors?”

  “’Nother MC.”

  “Why can’t she live a normal life with them around?”

  “None of us can. ‘Nough questions.”

  She agreed. She had asked enough questions for the evening. Though, there was at least one burning question she needed an answer to.

  “Gonna grab a beer. Want somethin’?”

  “Yes, please.” She needed a drink and to process everything she’d learned so far tonight. Which was a lot, and the night wasn’t even over yet.

  Chapter Seven

  Dawg propped his head on his pillow and shoved a hand under the sheet to grab his nuts. He listened to Emma rustling around in her room, digging through her shit. For what, he didn’t know or care. He just knew his sac needed to be drained, and she was a viable candidate. First off, she was just feet away in the next room. Second, she was smoking hot. And lastly, he didn’t want to stick his dick in anyone else right now but her.

  And if he did, he knew he’d have a tough time not thinking about Emma while he did so.

  Before he had wandered into his room to shuck off his clothes and climb into his large, empty bed, he’d reminded her once more that his door would be open.

  But she had seemed distracted and maybe even a little overwhelmed after being at the party at church. That was to be expected since she didn’t know shit about the MC world and tonight had been somewhat of a rude awakening.

  She had handled it well. Just like being on the back of his bike. Just like becoming the Heaven’s Angel’s hostess.

  She seemed to adapt easily to new situations. Was flexible.

  Fuck yeah. He liked that about her.

  But that was clearly not the only thing he liked. Fuck no. He closed his eyes, his fingers finding the root of his dick, which had been at a half chub since he slipped under the sheets in anticipation of her possibly joining him.

  He heard the hallway bathroom door click closed. Then the water run. Hopefully, she was washing the rest of the makeup she had worn downstairs earlier off her face. It hadn’t been put on heavily, but he liked her better without any makeup at all and she hadn’t removed it before they went to church.

  He spread his legs wider and found a steady rhythm with his palm. He imagined Emma wearing that clingy dress from earlier while he pushed her against a wall, shoving that silky fabric up over her ass and fucking her from behind.

  Yeah. Just like that.

  Little noises coming from between those bitable lips of hers.

  He swept away the bead of precum on the head and squeezed his dick tighter. Fuck, she had a tight snatch and he couldn’t wait to feel how hot and wet it got once more. He tilted his head back on the pillow as he envisioned her tits swinging and her nipples puckered every time she had tried to “audition” for him. And again, when she was on stage yesterday. Nipples that were made for his mouth.

  He told her he wasn’t going to help her out in exchange for sex. And he wasn’t. But, damn, it was hard to hold himself to that. He wanted to help her because she had gotten the shaft from her husband. Or ex-husband. Whatever the bastard was. And no parent should be stripped from their child’s life without a valid reason.

  A curse slipped through his lips. He didn’t need to think of that guy and all that shit while he was jerking on his johnson. Fuck no...

  He needed to concentrate on Emma instead. Who may very well be naked in his shower right at that moment. Her skin wet and slick as she sudsed herself up, running her hands over her own tits, down to her little pink pussy, around the back...

  He stroked faster, his hips lifting off the mattress with each down stroke of his palm.

  Fuck. If she didn’t climb into his bed and onto his dick tonight, he’d need to invest in a vat of lube, because it was going to be difficult to live in the same apartment as her and not get any. And it wasn’t like he could invite any other women up while Emma was staying with him.

  Fuck no, he couldn’t. His damn sex life was now on pause. The only person who could press “play” would be Emma herself.

  “Um...”

  Dawg’s eyes popped open and he released his dick. “Jesus,” he muttered. Caught red-handed.

  “I... uh...”

  He sat up, adjusting the sheet over his lap. Not that it hid the evidence of his raging hard-on. Not that he really wanted to hide it from her, anyhow. Especially since she was apparently taking advantage of his “open door” offer.

  Fuck yeah!

  “I was wondering if you had a spare toothbrush? I can’t find mine.”

  Fuck noooo!

  She wasn’t standing in his doorway wearing some old oversized T-shirt because she was going to climb onto his dick.

  Life couldn’t be so fucking cruel.

  “Really want me to get up an’ get you one right now?”

  Her eyes dropped to his lap. “I... Just tell me where it is.”

  “Where spare toothbrushes are kept, baby girl. Check the medicine cabinet.”

  “Ah... okay. I’ll...”

  “Baby girl...” he said softly.

  Her eyes lifted to his. “Yeah?”

  “That all you wanted?” Because the flush running up her neck into her cheeks and her nipples beading under the thin, worn cotton were screaming something different at him.

  “Yes.”

  “Sure?”

  “Yes. Just a toothbrush,” she mumbled, her hand clutching her throat. “I... I’m going to go brush my teeth.”

  “Door’s gonna be open.” And my fuckin’ dick’s gonna remain hard, damn it.

  He barely heard her “okay” as she hurried back to the bathroom. He waited for the door to slam shut but it didn’t. But it did sound like she was fumbling around in there, cursing. Then the water was running again, and he could hear her brushing her teeth.

  He lifted his hand and told it, “Fuck. Guess it’s just you an’ me.”

  His hand didn’t answer.

  He settled back against the pillow and began all over again, rewinding the visions in his head to give him fodder to jerk himself off. He pictured the sexy little mole she had on the outer curve of her left breast that he wanted to lick and suck. He imagined running his tongue down to her belly button and sucking on that, too. Then lower to suck on her...

  He groaned.

  “Dawson...”

  What the fuck! Again?

  What the hell did she need now? A razor?

  He opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the doorway, where once again she was standing there in that ugly-ass T-shirt that should be thrown in the trash. It didn’t do her hot little body any justice.

  “Fuck, baby girl. Better be in here for one reason an’ one reason only.”

  “I...” Her words caught as she walked farther into his room, ripping her T-shirt over her head. Revealing the fact that she only wore lacy pink panties underneath.

  Damn.

  When she reached the foot of his bed, she stood staring at him, not saying a word. Her lips were parted, her blue eyes hooded, her nipples as hard as fucking pebbles, her chest rising and falling quickly.

  “Thank fuck,” he muttered and pulled back the sheet. “C’mere, baby girl. Looks like you got a problem that you need me to fix.”

  “I do,” she whispered, the color high in her cheeks.

  He patted the bed next to him. “C’mon. Tell Dawg what it is.”

  “I couldn’t get what you were doing out of my h
ead.”

  “Like that?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He kicked the sheet from him completely, showing her just how much she affected him. He had never released his dick when she interrupted him the second time. So, as she watched, he began to stroke again. From root to tip. Fisting, squeezing.

  He couldn’t believe how fucking hot it was that she watched him.

  His voice caught as he demanded, “Tell me how much you like it.”

  “A lot.”

  “Make you wet?”

  “Yes.” She climbed onto the bed and between his spread legs.

  Before he could finish an upstroke, she knocked his hand away and began to take over. Her hand was a hell of a lot smaller than his, but felt so much fucking better.

  Then she dropped to her belly and her hot little mouth took him deeply.

  He lost his breath as she wrapped her lips around him, sucking hard. His hands automatically dug into her hair as her head bobbed up and down on his dick.

  “Baby...” he groaned. “Ah, fuuuuck...”

  It had been a while since he’d gotten head. And even longer since he got a blowjob that was as good as she was doing. Damn, the woman had some skills. Skills he hoped came naturally and not because she sucked a lot of fucking dicks.

  He pushed that thought out of his head and peered down his body. He couldn’t see Emma’s face, and he wanted to. Gathering her hair firmly into a ponytail with one hand, he pulled it away. And when he did, her eyes hit his. The way her mouth was stretched around him... Fuck!

  The fingers she had encircled around him at the base squeezed so hard his hips popped off the bed. But she didn’t release him. Oh no, she fucking didn’t. She sucked him harder and faster, her tongue flicking over the head of his dick every time she hit the top.

  He couldn’t take anymore. He didn’t want to blow his load down her throat. He’d leave that for another time since he didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to sink deep inside her. He wasn’t sure how many more chances he’d get to do just that.

  After fucking her the other day, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about doing it again.

  Now he was getting that chance. He tugged on her hair. “Baby girl...” Him pulling on her hair didn’t stop her from continuing with her mission for him to lose his fucking mind. “Fuck... baby girl... Emma...”

  She smiled around his dick.

  “Ain’t funny, Em. Gotta stop.” She seriously had to stop. He groaned when she pressed a finger in the sensitive area between his balls and his asshole as her cheeks hollowed out from sucking him so hard.

  What the fuck?

  What was she doing? Oh... Oh fuck.

  “Emma!” he barked, rolling up to a seat and yanking on her hair even harder. Relief flooded him when she finally released him with a wet popping sound.

  “You didn’t like that?” she asked with a smile.

  “Ain’t about likin’ it...” He released her hair and rolled to his side enough to reach the drawer in his nightstand. Feeling around, he found a wrap and pulled it out.

  Within seconds, he had it open and rolled down his dick, which was throbbing, his balls tight. At least wearing a condom would help keep him from blowing his load in three seconds flat. Yeah, maybe extend it to a whole ten seconds.

  As he watched her rip off her panties, he said, “Promise I’ll return the favor next time, yeah? Right now—”

  He fell back onto the mattress as she shoved him hard.

  Then just climbed the fuck on him. Held him in place and sank her hot, wet pussy onto his dick.

  He grunted and grabbed her hips as she began to move, her head thrown back, all kinds of sounds coming out of her mouth. Whimpers and sighs and... Fuck! And those tits! Bouncing up and down, teasing the shit out of him.

  “Baby girl, gotta slow down.”

  “No,” she moaned.

  No? She just said no? Just like that?

  “Yeah, Em, gotta—”

  “I’m coming,” she cried out, grinding down on him hard.

  No shit. That was quick. And she wasn’t lying, either. Because suddenly she was pulsating around him and soaking his dick, too.

  But, oh damn, that was going to make him come. He clenched his jaws in an attempt to hold it off, digging his fingers deeper into the flesh around her hips.

  Then she collapsed on his chest, like the orgasm had stolen all the bones from her body.

  He stilled. She stilled. Okay, he was good. He just needed a minute. Just a few seconds... She rolled her eyes up toward his.

  “Ah, fuck,” he muttered, then came. “Goddamnit.”

  She hid her giggle against his chest. After a moment, she glanced back up at him. “You didn’t want to come?”

  “Not that fast. Fuck no.”

  She patted his chest. “But I came, so you’re good.”

  No, he wasn’t “good.” He just blew his load in less than a minute. There was nothing good about that. Not only because it was embarrassing but because he wanted to enjoy being inside her longer.

  “Next time you’ll last longer.”

  Next time? “Yeah,” he said, keeping his voice steady. Though he really wanted to fist bump her instead since she just announced there was going to be a “next time.”

  She slipped off him and to his side, her head still on his chest, her hand planted on his gut.

  Damn, her cuddling against him felt good. He ripped the condom off, knotted it and dropped it to the floor.

  “That’s gross.”

  “What?”

  “Dropping that on the floor!” she exclaimed in disgust.

  “Where you want me to put it?”

  “In the trash.”

  “It’ll get there... eventually. Ain’t movin’ right now.”

  “Why?”

  “’Cause you’re in my bed. Don’t wanna miss a second of it.”

  She jerked against him. “I... I don’t know what to say to that,” she breathed.

  “Don’t say nothin’. Just enjoy it.” He curled his fingers around the back of her head and pressed her closer to him.

  His heart thumped heavily in his chest at the thought of her sleeping next to him every night.

  He closed his eyes. What was he thinking? He hardly knew the woman. And she didn’t come from his world.

  He’d been there, done that. And didn’t even have a fucking T-shirt to show for it.

  Once he helped get her daughter back, he was sure she’d be on her way. Marching right back out of his life. Living above a strip club was no place for a kindergarten teacher and her young daughter.

  “I know I asked a lot of questions earlier... but I need to ask a couple more.”

  A lot of questions? The woman could rattle them off like a machine gun.

  He combed his fingers through her hair, smoothing the silky strands across his chest. “Shoot.”

  “One of the ladies—”

  Dawg snorted loudly.

  She whacked him lightly and started again. “Jewel asked if I’m your house mouse.”

  Dawg tilted his head down to study Emma. “Did she now?”

  “Yes. Am I?”

  “She tell you what a house mouse was?”

  “Yes.”

  “Brothers don’t normally sleep with their house mouse. Though, sometimes shit happens... but, no, ain’t my house mouse. Hired you to be the hostess for my club. Wanna cook me a meal, ain’t gonna say no. Wanna scrub the toilet, ain’t gonna stop you. But, baby girl, that ain’t required. Just like bein’ in my bed ain’t, either. Want you here ‘cause you wanna be, not because you hafta be.”

  “Well, I have to admit the sex has been nice.”

  “Nice?”

  “Yes, nice,” she answered on a soft sigh.

  “Just nice?”

  “Well, it was a little quick.” She smirked up at him.

  Dawg frowned. “But you’re gonna let me make it up to you.” He wasn’t asking her; he was telling her. He wasn’t
giving her the chance to change her mind. He might be a stupid fuck when it came to this woman, but he wasn’t that stupid.

  “Yes, I’d like that,” she said softly.

  Dawg grinned up at the ceiling. “While you’re here, want you in my bed every night, baby girl. You okay with that?”

  “Yes. I’d like that, too.”

  His grin widened to a smile. “Don’t ever feel obligated. The minute you want out, you tell me. Ain’t forcin’ myself on nobody.”

  She pressed a light kiss on his chest. “Okay. I’ll let you know the second I’m done with you.”

  He jerked his head up to stare at her and her body began to shake. “Think you’re funny.”

  A cute little snort escaped her. “No.”

  “Yeah, you do.”

  She sobered. “I have another question. What happened with the discussion with Diesel? Can he help?”

  With a sigh, he relaxed back against the pillow again. “Got D workin’ on it. He’ll pull through. His crew’s good.”

  “He has a crew? What does he do?”

  “Runs a security company.”

  “Security. Like alarm systems?”

  “Not quite. Though he’s good at installin’ ‘em. Did the system downstairs for the club. But he’s moved on from shit like that. Has built a crew that’s got a lotta skills. They get shit done. Like I said before, they can find people who don’t wanna be found.”

  “Sounds expensive.”

  “Again, you ain’t payin’ for it.”

  “But you are.”

  Dawg didn’t say anything for a moment. He and D hadn’t talked payment since the man usually did shit for the brothers for nothing. However, Emma was an outsider and he wasn’t sure if D would cover it or expect Dawg to. But he would. He’d cover D’s expenses without a doubt, because he was sure that was going to cost a shit ton. Diesel was planning on sending at least two of his guys to talk to the PI that Emma used. Then from there pick up the trail where the PI quit once Emma had run out of funds.

  He wasn’t sure just how cold that trail was, but they’d find out. And Dawg had no doubt if anybody could find Emma’s ex, it would be them. D said he’d put Hunter and Walker on the job.

  Then follow up with Mercy if need be.

  Emma’s ex was going to regret ever taking her little girl.