Page 25 of Dusty and Dented (Fallen Angels MC #2)

T hrough the course of the end of the second movie, and into the third, somehow, Dagger and Andy had worked their way until they were lying more than sitting.

Not that she seemed to notice, or care, at least as far as Dagger could tell.

He glanced down at where she lay beside him, her back against his chest, his arm over her waist holding her there, and her ass nestled against his cock.

Close and snug enough he could feel himself fitting right into the notch of her ass.

The warmth made him wonder what she would feel like wrapped around him.

Don’t think about it , he reminded himself as he forced his gaze back to the television.

The kids on the screen, the way they had each other’s back against anyone who came against any of one of them reminded him of the Angels and why he’d joined in the first place.

He leaned a little closer, until his chin rested on her shoulder.

“Is that why you like this so much?” he asked, softly. He didn’t want to startle her.

“What do you mean?” She turned to look at his face, as if she could read his intent by the look on his face.

“The way these three stand together over anything. If something comes for one, they are all there helping. Is that why you like them so much?”

She stared at him for a long moment then blinked several times, as if needing to catch up for having been so deep in thought, she’d forgotten to blink.

“I never thought about like that.” She turned and looked at the TV again. “I can’t say you’re wrong. Not entirely right, mind you, but not wrong.”

“Then what else is it?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

He lifted his head and looked at her, his head tilted as he tried to figure out if she was being evasive or if she really didn’t know.

“Don’t look at me like that. I really don’t know.” She glanced at him then turned back to the TV. “I didn’t even know that was part of it until you pointed it out. Watch the rest of the movies with me and see what you think.”

He watched her for a few more seconds as he thought about it then decided she was likely right.

Besides, if he pushed too hard, either about her love for the movies or anything else, she might decide she didn’t want him there, on the bed with her like this, and he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be or anyone he’d rather be with right here, right now.

He didn’t even care that they were watching some kids’ movie.

He wouldn’t have cared if she turned on some fluffy chick shit on TV .

.. what were they talking about these days?

Was it one of those bachelor shows? Honestly, he didn’t know what was on, as he rarely watched anything more than a movie here and there or a few minutes of whatever game they had on the TVs in the main room.

But if Andy would sit with him like this, then he would sit through anything she wanted to see.

He wondered about that for a minute. Surely it meant something, but he didn’t want to look too closely at what.

When the credits rolled on the third movie, Dagger lay there for a few minutes, wondering what Andy would want to do. It was almost noon. He didn’t know her well enough to know where to start when it came to predicting her wants.

“What now?” she asked without moving.

“What do you want to do?” he asked back. “Do you want to start the next movie?”

She shook her head but didn’t say anything for a moment, then she started wiggling, she moved away from him at first then twisted. It took a moment for him to realize she was rolling over. She must want to face him for whatever she wanted to say.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

He frowned down at her, wondering where this had come from. There had to be a reason she was asking, but he didn’t know what it was or where she was going with this.

“No. Why?”

“Curious. You a regular with any of the chippies downstairs?”

He lifted one brow as he looked down at her. “Chippies? I don’t think I’ve heard that term in a while.” He couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped.

She shot him an unhappy look. “You know what I mean. “

“I do. We call them mamas. They’re here for any who want to make use of them.

I’m not sure why you’re asking, but I’m not going to lie to you, Sparky.

I’ve fucked most of them and those I haven’t fucked have had my cock down their throat.

” He wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but he wouldn’t start whatever this was, wherever she was going, with lies.

He may not be able to tell her everything, but he wouldn’t lie to her.

Andy pulled a face he wasn’t sure how to interpret, but suspected was distaste. “I asked,” she muttered to herself before looking back up at him.

Dagger didn’t say anything, not yet. Instead, he lay with his head propped in one hand as he watched her only a few inches in front of him and stretched out the length of his body.

It would be so easy to catch her around the waist and hold her still as he rolled over her.

As he covered that hot little mouth of hers with his lips.

He could feel the heat of her body against his and fought the urge to roll his hips, to press his erection into her belly and let her know exactly what she did to him.

The feel of her hand on his chest, just resting there, not pushing, brought him back to the present, where Andy still lay inches away.

“Where did you go just now?” She tilted her head back and watched him.

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About something I shouldn’t. I can’t tell you.

Not now, probably not ever.” Would he ever admit that he wanted to bury himself balls deep in one of his brothers’ little sisters?

Fuck no. That would be an excellent way to get his ass kicked.

No, he would keep his hands to himself, no matter how tempting she might be.

He wasn’t expecting her to lean in, to close the distance between them and to kiss him.

Dagger froze. He cupped her waist with one hand as he let her move against him, but he didn’t push her away.

He wanted this so badly. He might not make the move, but he didn’t have the will to put a stop to what he wanted and was being dropped in his lap.

She moved closer, pushing him over onto his back, and moved over him, lay on top of him, and continued to kiss him.

Dagger held her waist, keeping her from sliding off his torso, but not taking advantage of her or the way she was pressing against him.

Not doing more than he needed to but still enjoying her touch and the feel of her body pressed against him.

He couldn’t help the jerk of his hips as she ground her hips into him.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice breathless as she broke the kiss a moment later.

“I need to feel. Something more than the pain.” She pressed her face into his chest as her fingers curled into his torso. “I’m not good at this.” She took a deep breath and let it out in a small huff.

“You’re doing just fine. I just want to make sure this is what you want , and not that you’re just looking to feel something, anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean if you’re sure this is what you want, that it’s something you won’t enjoy now and regret later, then I’m all in. But take a minute, make sure this is what you want, Sparky, ‘cause I’m not sure I could take it if you decided you regret what you started here.”

She blinked and stared down at him for a moment. She stared as if she was thinking about his words.

“I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon. It’s not just that I want to feel arms around me. You’ve given me more of that than I’ve had in longer than I care to admit.” She looked away.

Dagger gently turned her face back so he could look her in the eye.

So he could see the expression she was trying to hide.

He watched as some of the sadness he’d seen so much of on her face recently flickered across her visage, then something else, something that looked suspiciously like embarrassment.

He wanted to ask why but felt like this might not be the right time.

“I won’t push for more than you want to give, ever.” Dagger’s gaze never left hers. He wanted her to know that he wasn’t that kind of guy.

“I want you.” Her voice was so soft that if he hadn’t been looking at her, if he hadn’t seen her say it, he might believe he’d imagined it. But he’d seen her say it.

He searched her face once more, trying to figure out what she was thinking, then he gave in.

He angled his head and kissed her. Dagger poured every want, every need, every ache—because he’d been so hard for her—that he’d ever felt, either now or when he’d seen her before, and he could admit to himself that he’d seen her.

Craven’s Creek wasn’t that big. At first he hadn’t known who she was but once he did, he’d kept his distance, because he didn’t want to piss off his brother.

Now, that brother was gone and Dagger knew he didn’t have what it took to turn her away.

Who would tell someone like her no when all she wanted was them?

Dagger just knew that he only had so much resistance in him, and spending the last day with her, holding her while she cried, then assuring himself that she was okay after her ordeal with the Crows, had taken everything he had.

Her hands curled into his biceps, pulling him closer.

He rolled his hips against hers, letting her feel the hard length of him through his jeans.

The low groan she made let him know that that little contact had hit something just right.

If she was that responsive to something so simple, how would she react if his hands were on her skin in those same places.

His cock throbbed and he had to force himself to move his hips away, if only slightly.

Between the heat of her, the friction and the sounds she was making, he was far too close to losing his control.

There was no way he was going to come in his pants while dry humping Andy.

He wasn’t some green fourteen-year-old anymore.

Besides, he had better manners than that.

He pulled Andy into his arms, holding her tight against him then rolled so he was on his back and she lay on top of his chest.

“What?” she said, pulling back enough to look down at him.

“You’re in charge. I told you I would only go as far as you want. So you get to decide. Do what you want with me.” Dagger held his arms wide, giving himself to her.

Andy stared down at him for a moment, blinking as she seemed to be considering the possibilities.

“Even if what I want is for you to bend me over the bed and fuck my brains out?” She watched him with one lifted brow.

“I’m sure we’ll get there, and if that’s what you want, I can make sure it happens.

But I thought we might start a little more gentle.

” He reached up and smoothed the palm of one hand down her cheek.

“You want to touch me or do you want me to touch you too?” He cupped her waist on top of her clothes, playing the tips of his fingers back and forth across the sliver of bare skin he found exposed between the shorts and where her t-shirt had crawled up her torso.

She stared down at him for a moment and he thought for a split second that either she would get up and walk away, leaving him aching and hard or that she would tell him he wasn’t allowed to touch. He’d do both but he wasn’t sure which would be more difficult.

Then she lifted her arms, pealing the top off over her head, revealing what he’d known but had been trying hard to ignore. She was braless.

“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered as he let his fingers curl into the soft skin of her hips and back as he fought to keep his hands where they were and not let them slide up to cup her so tempting tits.

Not until she told him one way or the other.

Still, he lay there, watching her over him, the berry pink nipples drawn tight and just asking for him to suck on them.

His mouth watered as he glanced up to find her watching him, a smile curving her lips.

“Are you just going to stare?” She gripped his hands with hers and slid them up her torso, using her hands to guide his as she brought them up to cup her tits.

Unable to resist the temptation she’d literally put in his hands, he squeezed and kneaded the globes, loving the way they gave and squished in his fingers.

A small sound drew his eyes back up to her face.

Her parted lips and the half-lidded eyes, along with her dilated pupils told him she liked his touch.

Keeping his eyes on her face, he pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling them back and forth for a moment.

Andy bowed her back, pressing her tits into his hands as if she was silently begging for more.

Dagger wanted to run his hands, his tongue and teeth, over her entire body, just to see how she would react and what she liked.

Every touch seemed to wake something inside Andy, seemed to make her forget all the shit she’d been through recently and help her emerge from her shell.

As he coaxed that hidden part of her free, Dagger wondered if he could make her forget everything.

If he could wring enough pleasure from her body that all she could do was curl up against him and sleep.

The idea appealed to him more than he would admit to anyone but himself.

With a smile, he leaned up and pulled one taut nipple into his mouth.

It was time to see if he was up to the challenge.