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Dagger

I t had been nearly a full day since my blowout with Sinclair, and I hoped that time had cooled her anger.

But I didn’t really think it had, since she wouldn’t even look at me last night when I came to retrieve Dani and take her home.

She didn’t offer up a good night, not to me anyway, or even an angry glare. She simply pretended I wasn’t there.

But today was a new day and she was a forgiving woman. She had to understand why I’d done what I did.

Buoyed by hope, I killed my bike engine and strolled into the clubhouse with a smile on my face as I went in search of Sinclair. “Hey, Laura, have you seen Sinclair?”

She frowned as she thought about it. “No, not since last night. Sorry.”

Suddenly there was a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I urged my feet to move as fast as they could towards her room.

My room. I pushed inside without knocking, clenching my teeth so hard they ached when I saw the room was empty.

Neat and tidy as it had been when I dropped Sinclair here days ago. “Fuck!”

I smacked my hand against the door and rushed out, angry and worried as fuck. Sinclair was hurt and she was angry, not exactly a solid recipe for thinking clearly.

But she had no car, so she couldn’t have gotten far. My first stop was Slate. “Did you order a car for Sinclair?”

He shook his head. “Haven’t seen her since you scared her off yesterday.”

“Dammit.” She could’ve used her own phone to hire a rideshare. “Can you check her phone to see?”

Slate nodded and in less than a minute he was shaking his head, sympathy in his eyes. “She hasn’t called anyone. Hasn’t used any apps either. Sorry, bro.”

I ran to her car, which was parked in the lot of the auto shop and found the spot empty. “Fuck!” I rushed inside, where I immediately drew the attention of Pike and T-bone.

“What’s up?” T-bone asked, but the shit-eating grin on his face told me he already knew what I wanted.

“Where is she?” My chest heaved and heat filled every inch of my skin, worry prickled up and down my spine. “Well?”

He wasn’t at all concerned as he folded his arms across his chest. “I didn’t realize she was a prisoner.”

“Cut the shit,” I growled. “You know she was here for her own damn safety, so tell me where the fuck she is!” I looked into the repair bays, half expecting to see her car up on one of the lifts, but none of them were hers. “Where’s her car?”

“I fixed the windshield and did an oil change like she asked. Sinclair paid the bill and took off a few hours ago,” Pike said.

“You just let her leave?” I knew I was being crazy, but goddammit, we didn’t know shit about whoever was watching her. Most of all, we didn’t know what his plans were for her.

“Again,” T-bone said slowly, enunciating the syllables with an exaggerated tone, “I didn’t realize she was a prisoner who couldn’t leave.”

“Asshole,” I muttered before taking off to find Sinclair. My first stop was the most obvious place, and when I saw her car in the driveway, relief swamped me for half a second before my anger took over. I marched up to her door and balled up my fist, banging so hard the door shook.

It took seconds before the door opened to reveal Sinclair, angry in red yoga pants and a plain white t-shirt, a baseball bat gripped in her free hand. She frowned as she glared up at me. “Why the fuck are you banging on my door?”

I pushed inside without answering. “Why the hell did you leave the clubhouse? I told you—” I began but she cut me off.

“Oh, no, Mr. Stalker, you don’t get to tell me anything, dammit. I trusted you and I stayed, but now I’m done with both of those things.”

“You’re still in danger.”

She shook her head. “You don’t know that. You’re guessing.”

“Well, I know for a fact that someone’s been watching you.”

She arched her brows at me.

“I’m not a fucking stalker, I told you why I was watching you,” I growled. “And we still don’t know who he is or what he wants.”

Sinclair rolled her eyes. “Look, Dagger, you got what you wanted. I’m helping Dani, so we can just stop with the pretense, okay?”

Her words hit me like a dropkick to the fucking nuts. “If that’s what you think, you’re not as bright as I thought you were.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh no, a liar is calling me dumb.” Her sarcasm was unmistakable, and her closed-off stance said forgiveness wouldn’t be coming anytime soon.

I took a step in her direction. “That’s not fair.”

“Yeah, well, life isn’t fair, Dagger, as I’m sure you know. I’m fine, so you can go.” She gave my chest a shove when I got too close. “Go.”

“No.” There was no fucking way I was leaving her alone. Not now. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She shoved me again. “Go. Now!” She shoved me once more.

I grabbed her wrists and pulled her so close I felt her heart racing against my chest. “I’m not going anywhere.” I hooked a hand around the back of her neck and tilted her backwards before my mouth collided with hers.

There was this one moment where time was suspended between us. Our lips touched, our bodies mashed together as heat and chaos swirled around us, but that was it. For just a moment.

And then Sinclair moaned. She fisted her hands in my hair and growled before she attacked my mouth. She kissed me with the same intensity I felt, like she couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss before everything went to shit.

Our mouths fucked hard and dirty, and so fucking intense I couldn’t breathe.

And I didn’t give a damn. Who needed air when I had this beautiful as fuck, sweet as pie woman clinging to me like I was everything good in this world?

I held her close, one hand cupping her face while the other speared through her hair to keep her exactly how I needed her.

Slowly we separated, and Sinclair looked at me with an expression that mirrored exactly what I was feeling. It was a blend of ‘what the fuck just happened’ and ‘when can we do it again’. She put her hands flat on my chest and gave me a shove.

Our gazes connected. Held for several long, intense moments.

And then she leapt, fully confident I would catch her—and I did—before wrapping her legs around my waist. Another moan escaped and that was it, every last fucking shred of control I had was gone.

I gripped her ass tight and pushed my cock between her legs, drawing out the most delicious fucking moan that shot straight to my dick.

Her hips moved, sliding up and down my length, and suddenly the fabric between us was too fucking much.

“Sinclair,” I growled, and nipped at her neck as I set her on her feet.

Her chest heaved and she licked her lips, looking at me like I was a snack she couldn’t wait to devour. Without a word she gripped the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it onto the couch beside her.

I stepped forward and yanked off every piece of fabric hiding her body from me, and then I took a step back, letting my gaze rake over her naked body.

She was all smooth, pale skin and dusty pink nipples.

Her hips flared out beautifully, showing off the hourglass shape of her body. “You are fucking gorgeous, Sinclair.”

Her skin flushed and her nipples stiffened into hard peaks.

Her breath stuttered as she licked her lips, fisting her hands at her hips.

Something flickered in her gaze, maybe uncertainty, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared and then her hands were on my t-shirt, dragging it up my body so achingly slowly the only sound I could hear was the blood that pumped through my veins.

“Sinclair,” I moaned when she slowly tugged on my zipper. The woman was teasing me, trying to drive me out of my goddamn mind. “Enough.” I wrapped my hands around her wrists to stop her torturous moves.

Her full lips curled into a knowing, teasing smile that only made my cock harder. She stepped back and slid one hand down her belly, not stopping until her fingers were buried between her legs. “Fine.”

I watched Sinclair closely, noting the way her pulse fluttered when she tilted her head back and played with her clit.

Her lips parted slightly, and she gasped, “Fuck.” She was a goddamn bombshell, and I moved quickly, taking off all of my clothes until she could see how I was pulsing and throbbing for her.

“Come here.” I didn’t wait for her to obey, I hooked an arm around her waist and kissed her hard and deep, until I couldn’t stand another minute of not having my cock buried in her body. “Tell me you want this, Sinclair.”

She took a step back and my breath hitched, thinking she was fucking with my head. Instead of using her words, she gave me her back, bending to rest her forearms on the arm of the couch, back arching so that her plump, pink pussy lips glistened, calling out to me.

Unable to help myself, I ran one finger up and down her soft lips before dipping between them, finding her pussy slick and hot. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

I slipped my finger into her hot pussy and knelt down, palming her ass with my free hand before I flicked my tongue against her clit.

“Oh!” Her back arched, giving me better access.

I removed my finger and devoured her pussy. My moves were rushed and shaky as her honey touched my tongue. Her hips rolled and she shouted her pleasure. She cried out when I fucked her with my tongue, shouted my name when I sucked her clit hard and fast.

“Dagger, oh fuck!”

I smiled, gripping her lush ass cheeks as her legs shook and trembled, ignoring my aching, leaking cock while I pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh. My. God.” Her body went stiff, and when I slid my finger into her drenched and pulsing pussy, she shot off like a rocket. “Yes,” she shouted over and over as pleasure exploded out of her.

She was sweaty and trembling, exactly how I wanted her, as I got to my feet and fisted my cock. “Such a pretty pussy. Wet and pulsing just for me.”

“Just for you.”

Those words pushed me over the edge. I lined our bodies up, the blunt tip of my cock getting soaked with her juices. “Ah, fuck babe.”

She moved her hips, taking my cock until I was buried so deep my eyes crossed. “Yes,” she hissed out as her head fell forward, her fingers digging into the plush fabric of the sofa. “Dagger. More.”

I didn’t move for a long time, savoring the way her pussy clenched me tight, and her juices coated my length.

“Please,” she moaned softly.

I slid out and slammed deep. Hard, punishing strokes. Being buried so deep inside Sinclair was like a religious fucking experience. She was tight and wet, responsive to every stroke, every slide of my cock.

“Yes!” She threw her head back with another shout of pleasure. Her hair brushed down my face while her pussy sucked me in deeper and squeezed me until I thought I would explode.

I took that hair and wrapped it around my fist, holding her in place while I pounded into her, hard and fast, so deep I didn’t know where I ended, and she began.

“More,” she shouted. “Harder,” she demanded.

Every word from her lips fueled my need for her, for her bold words. I loved a woman who wasn’t shy about what she wanted, and Sinclair, though shy and sweet on the outside, wasn’t afraid to ask for what she needed to get off.

I released her hair and grabbed her throat without squeezing, just holding her throat in one hand, her hip in the other while I fucked her like I’d never fucked another woman.

It was raw and intense, my hunger for her was so desperate and I couldn’t get enough.

My cock plunged in long, deep strokes, hungry to stay buried deep.

“Oh god, yes!” She arched her back and I sank just a little deeper. “Just like that.”

I felt her quivering around my cock, and within seconds she was a wildfire, hot and out of control as pleasure coursed through her veins. Watching her was like watching a natural disaster, beautiful in its chaos and a little dangerous if you got too close.

“Dagger, yes!”

I fucked her through her orgasm, loving the way she pulsed around me, gripping me tight like a possessive lover. She kept moving, pushing back, fucking my cock as though she owned it.

Her plump ass cheeks were pure perfection, and I gripped them in my hands, holding them for leverage while I pumped into her until my balls pulled up tight and fire rushed up my spine.

And then my cock exploded into her body, warm streams coating her insides until I was empty and my legs shook from exhaustion.

“Holy fuck,” she mumbled as her legs gave out, turning her into a limp lump of sweaty limbs and satisfied purrs. “Holy fuck.”

“You said that already,” I said, my chin resting on her shoulder.

“Yeah well, it bears repeating.” A nervous laugh escaped, and she shivered when my cock slipped free of her body. “That was… intense.”

It was so goddamn intense. Maybe too intense. But I knew one thing for certain, Sinclair was mine. She just didn’t know it yet.

The room was silent except for the sound of our heaving breathing. I moved to avoid crushing Sinclair and she slowly got to her feet, shook out her limbs and let out a sigh.

“You good?”

She nodded. “I’m great.” She offered a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes, and I already knew that she was pulling back, putting the walls back up and creating more distance between us. “That was unexpected.”

“It was inevitable,” I replied.

“Maybe so,” she conceded. “But I’m fine and you don’t need to worry about me, Dagger. You should go be with Dani.”

“What the fuck?” Why was she kicking me out?

She turned sad eyes to me and shrugged. “That was good.” She pointed to the arm of the couch. “Really good, probably the best I’ve ever had. But I can’t trust you.” Her gaze watched me carefully, sadness and mistrust holding her emotions in check.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe, Sinclair. I know you don’t trust me right now, but I won’t let you put yourself in danger.”

“Let me?” She scoffed. “If I need help, I’ll figure it out myself.”

I shot to my feet. “And if it’s too late?”

“Then you and Dani will still have each other. Don’t worry about me.”

“But I do worry about you, dammit.” I raked a hand through my hair and blew out a frustrated breath. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“It won’t,” she assured me.

“You don’t know that. Someone has been watching you! Someone who clearly means you harm.”

She folded her arms, a defiant look on her face. “You don’t know that. ”

“Then you leave me no choice but to keep watching you to keep you safe.” I dressed fast as fuck and got out of there, checking on Dani before I returned to keep an eye on the sexiest, most stubborn fucking woman of all time.