Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (81 page)

"You're
standing next to him," Dane said with a big smile.

"What?" 
Madison was confused.  Suddenly Trish's eyes lit up and she grabbed Madison's
chin, turning it until she was facing Dax's jacket.  The president's patch was
firmly attached and, like her friend, she hadn't even noticed.

"Holy
hell!" she said.  She threw her arms around Dax and kissed him hard on the
lips.  "Are you kidding me?  And here I was thinking they were going to
expel or kill you or something terrible!"

"Luckily
we have some brains left in this club," Dane said.  "They realized
that after what Guts had done, the only move left was to put him down in front
of the Triad.  Otherwise they would have come after us all.  As tough as we can
be, that wouldn't have ended well.  This place would've been burned to the ground
and everyone in it would have been just a red splatter on the pavement.  He
saved the club, and everyone in it."

"My
hero," she said, batting her eyelashes at Dax in a teasing way.

"Come
on," Dax said, grabbing her by the wrist and leading her out of the room
towards the offices in the back.  "We have a new office to break in, and
I've never fucked a first lady before."

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Bestselling author Sienna
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ALSO BY SIENNA

Slade

Kellan

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Trust

Silver and Chrome

Keep reading for excerpts
from two of these books!

SLADE (Excerpt)

~ PROLOGUE ~

Slade

“Slade, wait… I’m a virgin.”

That’s what Iris said to
me two months ago, when we were in the same position then—only that first time,
her ass wasn’t on the kitchen counter of her parents’ pool house. Our parents’
pool house.

The first time we’d fucked
had been in her bed, still made up in frilly comforters and pillows and being
watched by the stuffed animals on her shelves. You would’ve never guessed Iris
Walker was eighteen years old. Not by the way she still clung to her innocence
like it was her very own lifeboat.

Maybe that was what lust
was to her—a deep, dark ocean just waiting to swallow her up. Maybe I was the
shark circling her little raft, and she’d been chumming the waters with her
creamy thighs, her raven hair, but most of all, those smoking-hot lips of hers.

Whenever she wrapped ‘em
around a straw and puckered, I damn near saw God. They were so full, so
succulent, like ripe peach flesh just dying for me to take a bite. She’d sweep
her tongue across them every so often, a little pink dart of motion that always
drew my attention, always beckoned me to steal a glance at her big, innocent
brown eyes and sultry pout.

She was sex on two very
long legs, and she didn’t even know it. She was also my stepsister.

And that was exactly why I
had to get inside her.

It took months. Months of
teasing. Months of half-joking innuendos and smoldering glares as I passed her
in the halls of the house we both shared. Ever since my father had married her
whore mother, Iris and I had been trapped together like two animals in the same
cage. Proximity could be dangerous, and I was going to make damn sure Iris felt
every ounce of the danger she was in the longer she shared my cage.

I was leaving soon. I was
headed to Harvard at twenty-one, young, dumb, and full of cum, but also a
goddamn genius. That was what everyone had always called me, anyway. Especially
my mom, the saint of a woman my father had promptly forgotten all about the
moment he caught sight of Ms. Evelyn Walker.

Call me Evie, she’d said
the first time we’d met, when my father brought her to the same house Mom died
in and wanted me to shake this strange woman—this homewrecker’s hand. Call me
Evie. Yeah, right. Like I was ever gonna call her anything other than Evelyn,
the Harpy, Evelyn, the Interloper, Evelyn, the Bitch Who Stuck Her Nose Where
It Didn’t Belong.

How Iris had come out of
that was beyond me. Kellan, too, her little brother—thirteen and all smiles and
smart as a whip—he was a good kid. He was always looking at me, watching what I
did. I liked basketball, so now he’d started to play. I was good at Call of
Duty, so he’d begged his mom to get him the game so he could be just as good as
me. I tried to set a good example for him, praising his good grades and making
a big deal out of how great it was to go to medical school. “Don’t let any
assholes ever tell you A’s are for nerds,” I’d say, and he’d nod, eyes bright
as I helped him with his homework. That kid was going places, and I wanted to
make sure he had someone he could look to for how to get there.

Which was why I kind of
felt bad about leading my stepsister on.

Because what I told her
was that it was love. That I couldn’t get her off my mind in a romantic sort of
way. That ever since I’d lain eyes on my eighteen-year-old stepsister with the
body of a twenty-five-year-old supermodel, I’d been smitten.

And poor Iris, with her
stuffed teddies and her never-been-touched, blushing cheeks—she’d believed me.
She’d bought the fantasy I was selling. Hook, line, and sinker.

But it was for the greater
good. I just couldn’t tell her that.

Not then, when she’d
looked at me with wide eyes and her heart in her throat, telling me she was a
virgin and to take it slow, and we’d fumbled with each other’s clothes and
knocked teeth when we kissed.

And not now, either, with
her up on the kitchen counter, her legs spread, toned thighs quivering, her
bikini bottom on the floor and her tits pulled out of her top.

“Slade, wait… I’m a
virgin,” she’d said two months ago.

Today, all she said was,
“Hurry up and cum for me, Slade, before Mom and Dad get home.”

I pushed up inside her in
one long, pulsating stroke, perfectly content to take my time. Iris was more
than just a hot body now. She’d learned a lot in the past couple months, and
I’d learned that I was a damn good teacher. I’d seen her plump lips wrapped
around my tip more times than I could count, and now when I plunged to fruition
inside of her, she knew how to roll those hips and make me groan.

She was doing that now,
urging me to finish, to leave all evidence of our forbidden lust inside her.
Sweet, innocent Iris was on birth control now—I’d convinced her it was easier
for both of us that way. No condoms to hide. Just my stepsister strutting
around with a warm, creamy center.

That thought alone almost
made me pop. Christ, I had to chill. I had to make it last. Because if everything
went according to plan, then this would be the last time I got to fuck her.

Goddamn, some part of me
was gonna miss this.

“I’m almost there,” I
assured her through gritted teeth, leaning back a little to watch my dick speed
in and out of her. I was covered in her desire. Iris had a hair-trigger, and
she’d already gotten off multiple times, soaking the counter and me in the
process. When my tip left the clinging wetness of her core, it made this
popping sound I just couldn’t resist. Normally I’d have lost it right then and
there, but the way my stepsister was digging her nails into my chest was
killing me.

“Watch the tattoos,” I
whispered. They were new and they were sore, and when Iris grasped them, they
burned like hellfire. Which, given what we were doing, was awfully fitting.

“Sorry,” she moaned,
leaning her head back so the damp curtain of her hair tumbled down her
shoulders. I kissed the swan-like curve of her throat and she panted for me,
her tits bouncing with the effort.
Keep it cool, Slade. You can’t finish
yet. Still got a few minutes…

“You’re close, Slade. I
can feel it.” I drew back and her gaze met mine, hazy from her most recent
orgasm. Her lips were swollen too, puffy and red, first from sucking my cock,
then from my mouth on hers, stifling her moans and screams. “Cum inside me,
baby. Please. Someone’s gonna catch us…”

Of course they are. That’s
the point, Iris.
But if she’d known that—if she knew this was all just a way to piss off
my dad and put my brand new stepmom in her place—she never would’ve let me
inside her. And that would’ve been a shame, because then I wouldn’t have known
that turning a virgin into a succubus was a
very
worthwhile pursuit.

I couldn’t tell her the
plan. Instead, I reached down between us and jiggled my thumb against that
little bud I knew would send her over the edge again in no time.

Iris’ eyes widened. Her
breath caught. “Oh, Slade. I can’t take it…” She raked her nails over me again
and I just barely twitched out of range before she drew blood from my tattoo
again. “I’m gonna…”

“Scream,” I told her,
pumping in harder, faster, pushing her limits as well as my own. God, she was
tight, and the way she writhed all over me was making my toes curl. “It’s our
last time together, Iris. At least, for a while. I wanna hear you, baby.
C’mon.” I turned the movement of my thumb into something more urgent, a tapping
that made her wail. “That’s it. Louder, Iris. Scream for big brother.”

Yeah, that was nasty. But
isn’t all sex, at twenty-one? And anyway, it worked. Shamefully, it turned us
both on.

Iris began to shriek,
spreading her legs wider to take the pounding I inflicted. She’d forgotten all
about our parents, about what we were doing, about
where
we were doing
it. She forgot how bold we were and how we were damn near out in the open. I
could see it in her eyes when she looked up at me, her teeth embedded so deep
into her lip that she’d broken the skin: all Iris Walker was thinking about,
right at that moment, was cumming on my cock.

Shit, I was thinking about
it, too.

Right up until the moment
the pool house door opened.

The sounds that followed
are ones I’ll never forget. The high-pitched cry of Iris helplessly
surrendering to her orgasm, almost drowning out the sharp
click
of the
doorknob turning. Then the little whine of the hinges as the door swung in,
flooding the room with daylight and a single shadow, one that looked an awful
lot like my dad’s.

Sweet vindication filled
me as I filled Iris right in front of him. I couldn’t tell which was better:
revenge, or my orgasm.

I expected a whole lot of
yelling next. I thought Iris, for sure, was gonna start to scream. And my dad
had always had a temper, albeit only a verbal one. I could almost taste his
bellow on the back of my throat as I swallowed, turning toward him, following
Iris’ horrified gaze.

His face was ashen. There
were deep, dark lines where none had been before. His eyes, cold as ice, made
my skin prickle with pins, needles, and goosebumps. There was anger in him, all
right, but it wasn’t the hot, explosive kind I’d anticipated. This was the
silent kind, with a warning vibration that made the hairs on my nape stand on
end.

Iris was the one who spoke
first, only it wasn’t really a word that escaped her lips so much as a
strangled sob. The smirk on my face faltered for a fraction of an instant. I
hadn’t been expecting that, either—that the sound of Iris’ grief would put a
little crack in my stone heart.

“Is this what you texted
me for, Slade?” my father said. Disgust shimmered in his eyes, pulled taut at
his lips. “You wanted me to see this, didn’t you? That’s why you said your
mother and I needed to come home so
urgently.
” He shook his head. “Thank
God she’s still in the main house.”

“You did this?” Iris
whispered, lip curled, brow furrowed tight. There was a note of disbelief in
her voice at first, but the longer she searched my face, the more her denial
abated and turned to rage. Disgust. “You bastard. You… did this. Used me.” Then
she lost all expression, staring blankly at the floor. “Oh, my God. Everything
you said was a lie…”

I knew what she meant. I
knew she wasn’t talking about the little stuff. Not about how I’d told her she
was pretty, or that she had the best rack I’d ever seen. She was talking about
those three little words I’d said. The ones I’d lost sleep over, thinking maybe
I’d pushed it too far.

I love you,
I’d told her once, just
to get her legs open. Or that’s what I told myself. Because thinking any other
way, entertaining
any
other possibility, might make me back out. Might
change my mind. Might fuck up all my plans to get even with the man who’d used
my mother until she was dead, and then traded in her memory for a younger
model.

My father inspired a rage
so strong in me that sometimes, I couldn’t see straight. Feeling anything for
Iris, anything at all, was a threat to that. Because every time I even
thought
about the
idea
of those feelings, my vision got blurry in an entirely
different way.

And that just wouldn’t do.

“Get out,” my father said.
Despite how low his voice was, it seemed to shake the room. “Get out of here,
Slade. And don’t you dare come back.”

Iris withered as I
withdrew, covering herself with her arms and legs while I pulled up my swim
trunks. I risked a look in her direction and my stomach sank. Those eyes were wide
again, but not with pleasure or sweet naiveté or even shock. They were wide
with pain. Wide with rage.

How could you?
her gaze said to me. I
just gave her a shrug and watched her eyes get wet.