Page 48 of Skid
I stepped closer to her as the noise around us quieted to a whisper. “I’m his. Cut or no cut, until he says otherwise, he’s mine. So, keep your fucking hands off him, and we won’t have a problem,” I spat at her and heard a few ‘fuck yeahs’ coming from the gathering crowd.
Usually, I didn’t want the kind of attention this situation drew, but the thought of her and him together pissed me off. I went to turn to Dalton when she gripped me by the shoulder to spin me around. I was prepared for her bitch move, and when she swung her hand toward my face to slap me, I blocked it with my left forearm.
Her eyes grew wide, and I cracked a smile as I explained, “Wrong move.”
I could hear gasps from behind me as I came up with a right hook, popping her in the side of the face with as much rage as I could focus into the punch. She fell to the ground with a thud, and a few of the brothers whistled and hollered as I leaned over her prone form on the ground.
“That was your one warning. Do not touch my man. Are we crystal clear?”
She nodded in acknowledgment, with her hand across her face and tears streaming down, causing her makeup to smear down her cheeks. I stood and turned to Dalton, feeling a restless energy pulsing through me. I noticed the crowd had stepped back and I raised one eyebrow in question. Smoothing my hands down myFuture Property of a Death Houndshirt, I waited for his response.
He’d seen me lose my temper once, but it used to be a regular occurrence. He seemed shocked and his eyes grew wide when I stepped closer to him. Fisting his shirt, I dragged him closer to me and kissed him forcefully. He groaned into my mouth, and the brothers cheered and clapped.
Pulling away, I spoke softly with a tremor in my voice. “Please don’t ever make me do that again.”
He grasped my hand and pulled me through the gathering crowd, with more than a few of the brothers patting him on the back. I struggled to keep up with his long strides, and I glanced to see Sadie clapping under the pavilion with a laughing Gunner standing next to her. Dalton kept moving faster away from the clubhouse until we got to the back of the building.
He hadn’t said anything, and I was afraid I just screwed everything up with him. When we got to the rear of the building, away from prying eyes, he pushed me against the brick wall and stepped up to me, grasping my cheek and kissing me. His tongue was in a fight with mine, each of us wanting more as his stiff length pressed against my stomach.
“Fuck, Grace. That was hot as fuck.” He moaned as he kissed down my neck, and I wrapped my arms over his shoulders.
“You’re not mad?” I asked, and he looked me in the eyes.
I could see need staring back at me, and he replied, “Why would I be mad? You had every right to do what you did. She knew I was with someone, and she kept pushing.” He kissed me again and brought his lips to my ear, whispering as he flexed his hips, rubbing his length against me. “And you just proved you belong here. You earned everyone’s respect with your declaration. You claimed me, just like I claimed you.”
Kissing me again, I pushed closer to him. I bit my lip and whispered, “I want you.”
Feeling his desire, seeing his need made me want him with an urgency I’d never experienced. Something was shifting in me, making me bold. Dalton grasped me by the wrist and started fast-walking down a small path behind the building until a row of small cabins came into view. He reached into his pants and pulled out a set of keys as we walked up the two steps to the front door. Unlocking the door, he ushered me inside.
I looked around, confused. “My place,” he remarked as he kicked the door closed behind us.
I turned to see him approaching, and at that moment, I surrendered myself to him. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked across the small living room to a bedroom off the side. Tossing me onto the bed, He looked at me with rapid breaths as he explained, “One chance to say no before I fuck you into the mattress. I want to be gentle with you, but you have me so worked up, I don’t know if I can.”
His hard cock pressed against the front of his jeans, and I licked my lips at the memory of our only time together. He brought me to heights unlike any I’d ever reached, and to see him hanging on by a thread, made me want him even more.
I leaned back on my elbows and responded, “I’m not fragile, Skid.”
He fell onto his knees at the end of the bed and husked, “Don’t call me Skid. To you, I’m Dalton.”
I whispered as he grew closer, “Please, Dalton, fuck me. Claim me.”
I’d never been so forward, but my lack of fear or apprehension with Dalton gave me confidence. He crawled up my body, settling between my spread legs as he began to kiss me again, squeezing my breasts and rubbing his hard length against me. I was squirming under him when he pulled back and stood from the bed.
I sat up and watched, afraid he changed his mind when he removed his cut and reverently placed it over a chair before returning to me. Standing at the end of the bed, he pulled my boots off and tossed them to the floor, quickly followed by my socks.
The sound of music from the party filtered into the cabin as I sat up and pulled my shirt off, and dropped it to the floor. My bra quickly followed as he crawled up my body, unsnapping the button on my jeans and opening the zipper. He kissed my lower stomach, and I quivered as he worked his way up to my breasts. Pulling one hard nipple into his warm mouth, he pinched onto the other, and I arched upward, needing more.
Whimpering under him, he released my nipple with a pop and tracked his eyes to mine. I got lost in his blue eyes, and he sat up, pulling his shirt off and tossing it over his shoulder. His large, tattooed hand gripped into the waist of my jeans and pulled them, along with my panties, down and off my feet, leaving me exposed.
His gaze zeroed in on my wet pussy, and he licked his lips before moving between my legs and planting his bearded face into my center. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, and he pulled my clit into his mouth, battering the tip with his talented tongue.
Licking and sucking, he pushed me to orgasm as he worked me higher and higher. I felt pressure building in my core, and my hand grasped his black hair as I begged, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He mumbled something against my wet lips as he pushed two thick fingers into me, the orgasm threatening to split me in half. Pumping his fingers into me, he flicked and licked me until I clenched my legs against his head and yelled into the cabin, “Oh . . . oh, fuck.”
My orgasm was powerful, and he placed one hand on my stomach, keeping me on the bed as he licked me through countless tremors. My body was tingling as I brought my heavy eyes down to watch him strip naked and crawl between my legs.
Sitting up, I reached out and pulled him to me as I kissed him, tasting my release on his lips. He followed me down to the bed and propped up onto one elbow as he brushed a few damp curls from my face. “Grace, never question my devotion to you. You’re mine now and forever. I love you.”
