Bash, Volume II
Authors: Candace Blevins
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Bash, Volume II
© November 2015 by Candace Blevins
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Bash
Volume II
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Their lives just got complicated, but neither of them are the type to travel the easy road.
Book two of the Bash trilogy…
Will Bud want to tear Bash to pieces? How is Dawg going to fit into all of this? Will the Disciples retaliate? And now that the District Attorney is in Angelica’s life, can she get him out?
Bash may have claimed her in both wolf and human form, but Angelica isn't likely to just roll over and show him her belly every time he gives her an order. One night of incredible sex doesn’t mean the relationship will be smooth sailing. They both want it to work, though, and they’re both used to getting what they want.
Warning:
A touch more BDSM, tons of raw kink, blazing hot sex, danger, intrigue, and there might even be a sexy ménage.
This is volume two of a three-book story. Beware of the cliffhanger at the end, but book three will release a mere two weeks after book two.
Bash
The door opened to reveal Brain and Duke sitting on the floor across the hall, and Dawg’s back as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his feet spread shoulder width apart.
I put my hand on Dawg’s shoulder. “Thanks, brother.”
“For the record,” he said without turning around, “they agreed to stay out because I convinced them she was sober when I left, and if they barged in it would just embarrass her. They aren’t here to stop you. The room’s mostly soundproof and blocks regular speech, but she was on her second orgasm by the time they made it down.”
I smelled Angelica’s embarrassment and I pulled her to me, so her back was to the men and her face to my chest.
“If you aren’t here to stop me, then why are you here?” I asked Duke and Brain, who were still sitting on the floor.
“Strategy,” said Duke.
“We locked the doors so no one else’ll come down,” Brain said, “Let’s move this into the big gathering room and sit on the sofas.”
I let Angelica lead me to one of the couches. I wanted to sit in a chair and hold her in my lap, but I knew she wanted to be part of the conversation and not a fixture being talked about.
So, we sat side by side, and I let her get away with just holding my hand, though I wanted to wrap my arm around her. Dawg pulled one of the chairs from a table over, turned it around backwards and straddled it. Brain sat on another sofa.
Duke stood, his arms crossed, looking gruff. “Have ya’ll thought this through?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but Angelica beat me to it. “I’m not prepared to talk to you about where we are in our relationship, but I agree we probably need to check in with you and Brain, so we can manage the way the MC reacts to us.”
“Let’s start with your dad,” said Brain. “If you hadn’t just fucked the DA, it’s possible he’d take Bash apart, limb by limb. However, the idea of you finding someone in the family might appeal to him now.”
“I’m assuming you’re done with the DA?” asked Duke.
“He’s history,” I said, intending to put the matter to rest with my two words.
“I’ll need to make sure he understands he’s history in a way that doesn’t make him angry with me, or might make him want to hurt the MC,” Angelica said, her voice cautious because she knew I wasn’t going to like the fact she hadn’t already officially broken it off with him. “I’d already decided he was history, I’ve just been slowly making it happen.”
I tensed, and she looked up at me.
“He never lays another finger on you,” I told her, and held her gaze until I was certain she knew how serious I was.
“Nothing more than a hug, Bash. I’m going to work on being friendly, if not friends. You’re gonna have to trust me to handle it.”
Realistically, she was right. Rationally? There was no rationally, and I was about to repeat that he was never to lay another hand on her when Brain drew our attention away by asking, “How do you want your dad to find out?”
“
Fuck
, guys. Way to put a damper on things,” she said with a cute roll of her eyes. I could smell her anxiety, but she wasn’t afraid or terribly stressed, so I wrapped my arm around her and stayed quiet.
“Sorry, Angelica,” said Brain, his look serious. “Before we came down, we instructed everyone to not play gossip monger, and that if something was going on, Atlanta needed to hear it from you.
But
, the second ya’ll walk upstairs everyone’ll smell ya’ll, and you have to know your dad will know before nightfall. Do you want someone else to tell him, or do you want him to hear it from you?”
She gave me a determined look. “I’m gonna go next door and call my dad. My guess is he’ll want to talk to you, but I’d like some privacy for the first part of our chat.”
I didn’t want her to have to handle her dad on her own, and I was about to argue when she said, “Bash, we’re good. Let me handle it daughter to daddy to start, okay? He’s been in my life longer than you. I’m his baby girl, and we need to deal with this between ourselves, and
then
you can step in and get all macho. Okay?”
“You need me, you come back. Don’t let him talk down to you.”
She nodded and looked at Duke. “This is on me as much as Bash. We’ve talked about the possibilities of coming together, but hadn’t figured out the logistics. It came to a head tonight, but I don’t regret it. He’s mine, and according to him, I’m his. So, now we’re figuring out how it’s gonna work. Not
if
it’s gonna work, but
how
. Ya’ll talk while I’m gone, but I get to approve whatever plan the four of you come up with. This is my life, too.”
Damn
, she almost made me hard watching her tell Duke how it was going to be. Of course, her stating how I’m
hers
so matter-of-fact didn’t hurt, either.
Angelica
“Daddy, do you have some time to talk?”
“You okay?”
“It isn’t an emergency, but we need to talk, and now works a lot better than later.”
“Give me a second.”
I heard him speaking to someone in the background, and then he was back. “Okay, Angel, you got me.”
I started to ask if I’d interrupted sex or a blowjob, but decided I didn’t want to know. “Would you be happier with me dating someone in the MC, or would you prefer I ended up with a civilian?”
“As long as they aren’t LEO, or the DA, and they’re good enough for you, I don’t care. I just want you happy.”
I didn’t take a fortifying breath, didn’t do anything to let him know I was nervous about giving him the news. I just told him, using the same tone of voice I might use to tell him I had a lot of homework, or that I wanted barbecue for dinner.
“I think I’m kinda with Bash now. We’ve been dancing around each other, attracted to each other and not doing anything, and it all kind of came to a head tonight. He told me he was claiming me, Daddy, and I agreed.”
“
Claiming you…
” We both knew what that meant, and I was quiet while he absorbed the knowledge I’d not only fucked Bash, but that I’d done so knowing he was putting a claim on me.
“He there with you, now?” His voice still sounded calm, but I knew this didn’t necessarily mean everything was hunky dory.
“No. I told him I wanted to talk to you alone, first.”
“Well, he gets bonus points for that, at least.” He was quiet a few moments and asked, “He makes you happy?”
“It’s new, but yeah. I want him, but I don’t know if it’s forever, you know? I just know he’s important to me, and I… I want him.”
“Nothing happened before, right?” His voice went hard at the thought this might be an extension of our relationship when I was fifteen.
“God no, Daddy. None of the guys would’ve dreamed of anything like that with me back then. Bash took care of me, but like a big brother. An
annoying
big brother. But, I’m all grown up and three years between us is nothing now.”
“Okay, Angel. Take the phone to Bash, please.”
“You aren’t going to go all macho and beat the hell out of him or anything, are you?”
“That’s between us, Angel. Take the phone to him, please. I love you, babygirl.”
“You know I haven’t been a virgin for a while, right?”
“Figured that out when you came home the next mornin’ with the DA, smellin’ of him.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
“Love you, too. Let me talk to Bash.”
I walked back to the other room and handed Bash the phone without saying anything. He knew.
He held my gaze as he brought the phone to his ear and said, “Bud.”
I could hear my dad through the phone. “You hurt my little girl and I’ll end you, boy.”
He smiled at me as he told my dad, “I don’t intend to hurt her, so it shouldn’t be an issue.”
“Just so we understand each other.”
“We do.”
Bash and my dad disconnected, and he looked to Duke and Brain. “We done here?”
“Yeah,” said Brain, after a quick, meaningful look with Duke. “The smart move would be for ya’ll to stay down here for the night. As soon as you go public, you’ve invited the rest of the MC into your relationship. Not advising you to hide anything, just pointing out it might be nice to have some time to yourselves, first.” He looked to me, held his arms open, and said, “Give me a hug before I go back up.”
I stepped into his arms and squeezed him as he held me. His hand caressed the back of my shoulder as he said, “Let me know if you need anything. I’m here for you, no matter what, yeah?”
“You always have been. Thanks, Brain.”
Duke hugged me, too, saying, “I know you’re closer to Brain, but you know you can come to me with anything, too.”
“Ya’ll are comin’ close to pissin’ me off,” Bash growled. “I can take care of my woman.”
“And if you don’t, or can’t, you know we will,” Duke said with a feral smile.
“Okay, enough already,” I told them with a short laugh. “You two go. I think we want Dawg to stick around.”
When they were gone, I led Bash and Dawg back to the room I’d been given, and Bash closed and locked the door as we stepped in.
“You lied,” I told Dawg. “I was still drunk when you left.”
He nodded. “Yeah, but I know my brother well enough to know he wasn’t going to take you until you were sober. You’re too important.” He smirked. “Was I wrong?”
“No, but that’s beside the point. Can you
all
lie without giving it away?”
He gave Bash a questioning look, and Bash said, “I’ve promised to teach her.”
“In Atlanta,” Dawg said as he looked back to me, “because of the problems with the Pack, you couldn’t be patched in unless you could do it. We’ve kept the same rules here, even though we get along with Randall and his people, for the most part.”
“Does Randall know?”
Dawg looked to Bash, who told me, “He suspects. You shouldn’t confirm it to him.”
“Okay. You need to keep from telling me RTMC secrets the Pack can’t know. I haven’t decided for sure what I want to do.”
“You can’t join the Pack if you’re mine, Princess.”
“That you sayin’ it, or is it a club rule?”
“If you’re Pack, you have to do what Randall says. Even if he tells you to fuck someone else. Or
him
. Or if he tells you that you can’t see
me
. You really think I’ll be okay with someone else havin’ that kind of authority over my woman?”
When he put it that way, he had a point. I couldn’t see Randall doing anything like that, but I also knew we were at peace right now. Horrible decisions are often made in times of war, and there were no guarantees the peace would last.
“Okay. You’re right, but I’m going to find a solution so I can run on the actual night of the full moon instead of being relegated to the final night. I enjoyed my time with the Pack up north.”
“Tradition says the women attached to the MC run with us on the third night.”
“And if my work schedule allows for it, I’ll run with you then, too, but I want to run on the second night, during the
actual
full moon. I doubt it’ll happen right away, but I’m going to figure something out.”
He shook his head. “You were always stubborn and headstrong.”
“Right, so it should come as no surprise I still am.”
He leaned forward, grabbed me, pulled me to him, and brought his lips to mine in a demanding, passionate kiss. It felt as if he were claiming me all over again, and I melted into him, let him command me with his mouth, his tongue, his hands.
When he finally pulled away, it took me a few seconds to focus, and he gave me a gentle smile. “Just so we’re clear.”
If he’d said it with a smirk or a smart-assed attitude, I’d have been pissed. Part of me still was, but I realized it was only because he was right. In bed, I
wanted
to submit to him, so yeah, he could make me melt with a single kiss.
Didn’t mean I was going to obey him out of bed, though.
“Things went fast,” I told him, “and we still have a lot to talk about. I won’t deny you can melt me with a kiss, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna just roll over and obey you on everything.”
“You’ll always be honest with me,” he said, his expression dark, “even after I teach you how to lie so I can’t tell. Lying to me, no matter how big or how small, no matter the reason, will likely be the end of us. I think we can probably negotiate ninety percent of everything else.”
“And the other ten percent?”
“Things you’ll insist on, and stuff I’ll have to insist on either because of who I am, what we are, or the MC.” He cradled my cheek and his eyes held my gaze. “So you know I’m willing to do what I have to do to make you happy, here’s my first compromise.”
He looked at Dawg, standing behind me, and told him, “You disagree with something I say, or feel the need to clarify or add stuff, now would be the time to speak up.”
Bash looked back to me. “Won’t happen tonight, but sometime in the next couple of weeks we’ll arrange a time for your fantasy threesome. I know you aren’t sure if you want it to be a one-time thing, or more. We’ll figure it out afterwards. If it’s gonna be an ongoing thing, you don’t kiss Dawg on the lips, or do
anything
sexual with him, unless I’m present. The two of you will be friends, and you’ll be close friends. Hugs are fine, kissing each other on the cheek or hand or forehead is fine. Keep it to non-sexual touching and kissing when I’m not around.”
“How will we handle the club smelling both of us on her?” Dawg asked.
“I don’t have any fucking idea. I’m open to suggestions from both of you.”
“Her dad might just kill us both.”
Yeah. He might. He’d be royally pissed if he knew. “With that in mind,” I said, “the first time, we’ll all
change
afterwards, so no one’ll know. Go away to a cabin or something. If we want to do it again, I’ll have a talk with my dad, see if I can keep him from completely losing his shit over it.”
“Okay,” said Bash, “and now we need to try something, just to make sure my wolf’s gonna be on board with this.” He turned me around, so my back was to him, and leaned me against him so he could kiss and nuzzle the side of my neck.
I felt him and Dawg looking at each other before Dawg stepped closer, and my clit throbbed in time to my racing heart as Dawg’s hand cupped my cheek and he murmured, “Just a kiss today, Girly. Nothing more.”
Bash’s hands tightened around me, and then his left hand went low, massaging my clit over my jeans as Dawg’s mouth met mine, and I whimpered as his lips teased and played, and encouraged me to play back. He wasn’t claiming me, he was showing me the possibilities, letting me see what it could be like with him. I pressed my bottom backwards into Bash as I opened my mouth and let Dawg in, and Bash kissed and sucked just under my ear, driving me crazy. I didn’t know what to pay attention to, with so much going on at once, so I just relaxed and let it happen, enjoyed the sensations, and let the guys lead me.
Dawg ended the kiss gradually, preparing me for the loss of him before he stepped back and away. His gaze travelled to Bash, who said, “We’re good, brother.”
Bash turned me around and pulled me into his chest as he told Dawg, “We’ll talk tomorrow. Lock the door on your way out.”
He leaned his head down, used his hand at the back of my scalp to place my face where he wanted it, and branded me with his kiss. It was raw and feral, fierce, but it was exactly what my wolf needed, and I assumed his did, too. I felt his body against me, lean and hard, as his hand swept down my body, claiming it with a touch.
My heart skipped a few beats, though, when he pulled back and said, “Want to use my belt on you. One strike, over your jeans, then pull ‘em down and fuck you. Tell me I can, Princess.”
His words set my blood to boiling, and I breathed, “Not over my jeans. On my bottom.”
He shook his head. “No. We can work up to that, but over your jeans today.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he rushed to say, “If you still want it on your bare bottom after you’ve taken your hit, let me know.” His eyes were fierce, so I nodded agreement, but he said, “This won’t be a fun strike, Princess. It’ll hurt, but there’ll only be one and then I’ll make you feel good.”
I wanted to ask him why, but I also didn’t want him to change his mind. I don’t know why I wanted him to do it, but I craved the feel of the leather striking my flesh. Maybe because I didn’t understand how bad it would hurt? Or, perhaps I knew it would hurt terribly — because Bash never does anything halfway — but I needed him to do it anyway? If I had to choose, it was probably the latter, though I truly didn’t know what I was in for.
He unfastened the buckle and pulled his belt out in one motion, and my clit went from a slow burn to a raging inferno as fear and lust raced through my veins and battled for first place.
“Lean over the bed. Fists on the mattress, arms straight, back arched down, ass in the air.”
He didn’t double it over like Thomas had, but held the buckle in his hand and wrapped the belt around it a few times, leaving a long length free, like a strap.
My heart beat erratically as I got into position and waited for the strike. My clit amplified every heartbeat, the pressure of my jeans making me even more aware of it, and I had to force my hips to stay still.
I heard the belt whooshing through the air a split second before it hit, and then it took a split second after for the pain to register as a line of fire across the sensitive skin where my ass meets my thighs. My body froze with pain as I gasped air in, pushed it out, pulled more in, and then, finally,
screamed
.
This was nothing like what Thomas had done. That had been child’s play compared to this,
and I had jeans on now
. Before I could even try to work it through in my head, though, Bash’s hands were unfastening the button on my waistband, and then my zipper was pulled down, and he worked my panties off with the denim. He took it all to my knees and left it, so I couldn’t have run if I’d wanted, and then his cock pushed inside my slick heat, pounding me, taking me,
claiming
me. My screams went from pain to pleasure, or maybe both at the same time, as my brain was still in a jumble of glorious, shattering sensations that made rational thought impossible as he drove into me, over and over.