Page 12 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Blade

I swear this fucking car is going to be the death of me. Don’t get me wrong the old man brings in good business but his car is beginning to piss me the fuck off and I’m tempted to set the thing a light.

The bolt slips and anger shoots through me as I stand up and throw the wrench across the room, the tool banging against the wall and I breathe heavy, glaring at the fucking car.

“You’re testier than normal,” Fury states the obvious from where he’s grabbing keys from the workbench, and I glare his way, but his light green eyes show no intimidation from me. Instead, he raises a brow which only further pisses me off.

That is what happens when you grow up with your officer brothers – they’re not scared of you like the rest of the brothers, you don’t intimidate them, and they know how to ignore your angry outbursts.

Fuckers…

“Don’t you have a bike to go collect?” I snap and he smirks, running a hand through his short brown hair and confirms, “Yeah I do and it’s going to take me two hours to get there and back. I’m going, I just uh, you never let old man Trivers car get to you like this… it’s weird, are you uh, good?”

I turn away from him hating that he’s right and mutter, “I’m just having an off day, I’m fine,” I look his way, “Go pick the bike up before the customer rings and complains.”

He snorts, “Customer my ass.”

I smirk. His dad, Bear’s bike broke down an hour away and now he has to go and collect it then figure out what the fuck he did to it this time.

Knowing Bear, he most likely put the wrong gas in it again.

Sighing, Fury looks over me for a few seconds before nodding knowing he won’t get anything outta me and walks out of the garage towards the club’s truck with the trailer attached and I breathe a sigh of relief not needing him to be around here for a while.

The fucker is too on the ball where I’m concerned and I know my frustration is only going to build the later the day gets.

Frustration that I know what the problem is, and it isn’t this car even if it is annoying that it’s back in the garage for the third time this week, or even my mother who has barley glanced at me, no, it’s because Luna hasn’t shown up like I thought she would.

Three fucking days and nothing and I don’t even know why I care, I don’t know why it’s pissing me off.

Okay, that’s a lie, I know why. I want her or maybe it’s because any woman would give anything at the chance at me fucking them. Not because they’d think I’m good at it or because I have a big cock but more so because of the patch on my back, the patch Luna didn’t even look twice at.

She’s different and I want her.

I grind my back teeth and walk over to where I threw the wrench and pick it up.

She’s not going to show, and I meant it when I said she wouldn’t get another chance, as cocky as it sounds, I have plenty of women that want to ride my dick and if I have to, I’ll fuck however many I can and get Luna out of my head, stupidly though, I don’t know if I will until I have her.

I never should have walked into that fucking diner.

Sighing with frustration I stomp over to the 1950 Chevrolet Dulux and glare at the thing, crossing my arms over my chest.

Maybe I can tell Trivers that I accidently dropped the jack on it or that I accidentally crashed the thing. Hmm, maybe an accidental fire would be more realistic, though I don’t really want to burn the garage down.

I drop my head and groan knowing I’m going to have to put my head underneath the hood again.

“Having a rough day?” a voice says from behind me and I turn my head quickly, nearly pulling my neck and my mouth parts as my throat dries.

Fuck me…

Wearing a light purple sundress that stops at her knees, thin straps holding it on her slim shoulders, the column of her neck visible and in need of sucking…

She’s looks beautiful, fuck no, she looks good enough to eat.

Luna gently pushes her hair behind her ear, nerves radiating from her and I suck my bottom lip into my mouth.

I have two options, go over to her and fuck her without answering her or help calm her nerves because let’s face it, she has innocent written all over her despite the dark clouds in her eyes and then fuck her.

Decision, decisions.

“This car is in here at least three times a week,” I say as I nod to the car besides me, giving her option two because I’m not a dick even though she’s come here to ride mine.

She furrows her brows as she looks it over and says, “Why not just buy a new one? I mean that one is a classic so someone would pay big bucks for it…”

I hum and admit, “It has a lot of sentimental value to the owner.” She nods as she looks the car over and slowly, I walk over to the tool bench, placing the wrench on it as I ask, “Did the prospects give you any trouble giving you access?”

“No,” she replies, and I look her way. “All I had to do was show them the card,” she admits then frowns again as she looks at me and advices, “You may need new prospects because I could be some loony ex with a gun.”

I smirk and state, “Or a woman carrying mace and a blade.”

She shrugs with a small smile then slowly walks my way and my dick twitches with what is about to come, pun fucking intended.

I don’t move, even though I really fucking want to. I stay perfectly still knowing she’s skittish. I need to let her set the pace which is something I have never done before.

She stops before me and tilts her head to the side and whispers, “Just a few times to get me out of your system, right?”

I nod slowly though something deep in my gut is telling me not to go through with this, that once or twice just won’t be enough. I shut that voice up as Luna slowly places her hand on my chest, her warmth burning through my white tank and suddenly, I’m glad that I took my overalls off earlier.

She gently runs her hand up my chest before running her fingers into my hair and fuck me that feels so good.

Luna carefully pulls my head towards hers and I comply before our lips meet, her softs ones sending shocks through my body which lights up like fucking fireworks.

Luna’s tense body loosens up and melts into mine and I groan as she licks the seam of my lips. I open willingly, allowing her tongue to tangle with mine.

Fuck …

I allow her a few minutes to get her bearings, to become comfortable before I can’t take it any longer.

I wrap my arm around her waist and drag her tighter into me as I bend a little and grab her thigh with my other hand. Luna gasps as I lift her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist and I can’t help but notice how amazing we fit together.

Ignoring that stupid thought, I spin us and place her on the workbench before I put a hand between us and grip her panties.

I groan at how wet they are, the fabric soaked just from our make out session. I grip them hard before gently lifting her enough to pull her underwear down then off her legs, over her brown boots all while not breaking the kiss. Her lips feel so fucking soft against mine.

I can feel my heart race and I deepen the kiss as I pull the zipper to my jeans down, pulling my hard cock out before grabbing the condom I’ve had in my jeans for the past three days and no, I won’t look more into why I’ve had it in there or why I haven’t touched a clubwhore since meeting Luna.

Two fucks then I’ll walk away.

I quickly sheath myself before putting the head at her sopping entrance and she tenses causing me to break the kiss and place my forehead against hers.

I look over her facial features, her eyes screwed up tight.

“Look at me, princess,” I demand gently and Luna opens her eyes which instantly lock with mine and I hate the fear she’s showing in them.

Why the fuck would she fear this when she came to me?

“We can stop right now,” I say making her furrow her brows. I continue, “We’ve had a hot as fuck make out session and if you want to leave it there, then I’ll help put your panties back on and you can be on your merry way.”

She blinks a few times, and I give her a moment to decide despite my balls aching for a release, my cock twitching wanting her tight heat that I can feel at the tip.

Wrapping her legs around my waist, she pulls me into her forcing my hips forward and I take her in one full thrust, and she gasps, “Oh my god you’re big…”

I choke out a chuckle and reply, “And you’re fucking tight… Jesus.”

Luna wraps her arms around my neck as I grip her back with on hand, her hip with the other and I try to breathe in and out, trying my fucking hardest I don’t come.

I’ve never fucked a woman this tight before and right now, I’m struggling.

“Take me, Blade,” Luna whispers in my ear and my resolve breaks.

I turn my head and capture her lips as I pull out, only leaving the tip inside her before I thrust forward hard and fast, ensuring to tilt my hips to hit her g-spot knowing I won’t last long.

“Oh wow,” Luna moans against my lips and I quickly bite her bottom one and keep up the rhythm, trying to hold off my release.

I’ve never fucking had this problem before. Usually I can get a woman to come within minutes before I’m even ready.

“I need you to come, princess,” I gasp as my spine tingles, her warm tight heat just too fucking good.

“I-I can’t, just come,” she stutters back, gripping the back of my tank and I growl.

“Like fuck will that happen,” I snap and bring a hand between us, my thumb finding her enlarged clit.

Luna jolts in my arms as I press down hard on her clit and rub fast circles while my hips pick up speed.

Her pussy squeezes my dick in a vice, and I groan, taking her lips just as she screams, her orgasm taking over and I come, unable to hold it any longer.

My balls empty into the condom and I breathe heavy against her lips moaning as I continue to move my hips so she can get more pleasure causing her walls to squeeze me one more time before futtering and a thought occurs to me, a thought I tried to ignore.

I’m never going to get enough of her…

Fuck.