Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend (18 page)

He kissed a path up to my ear and tugged gently before sucking it into his mouth. His lips slowly kissed their way to mine, where the kiss was sweet and intimate.

His hand slowly unlocked with mine and caressed its way slowly, barely touching the skin, down my forearm, creating gooseflesh in its wake as Dax continued until he curved the outline of my body. He moved smoothly to my side.

His hand traced over my body with easy, slow fingertips. My nipples beaded at the contact and he played around the areola, the underside of my breasts, and made them feel heavy and distended. He was painting invisibles colors over my skin with his fingers. Teasing spots, making my skin rise with the contact.

“Scarlet?”

“Yes, Declan?”

“Don’t worry about what will happen later. I’ll be there for you. No matter what. I promise. I love you, Scarlet.”

I felt the blurry weight of tears gather and his hand reached up to wipe them away.

“I believe you.”

“Always, Pixie.”

“Hey, Declan?”

“Yes?”

“What did you say when you mumbled against my neck?”

“Mine.”

And I was. I was totally his. Now, all I needed was the courage to tell him I loved him.

Dax

She was so fucking perfect for me. She was curious about sex and the sex toys I had. Hell, the girls at The Club begged for it. Scarlet’s natural curiosity and open-mindedness was refreshing. Not that I thought she was ready. Especially with the shit that’s happened to her lately. Her grandmother died. The one person who got her in this world.

Now, that responsibility was on my shoulders. It was a weight I was only too willing to carry. Scarlet brought out a side of me not even I thought was possible. She brought out my sweet side. A soft side that I didn’t think I would ever admit out loud. I guess you could say she’s my best side. The rough, wild, fighting side of me was tamed in her presence.

FML.

I just heard the snipping sound of scissors ready to snap my balls and demand my man-card.

Somehow, that didn’t bother me. I was the same unfiltered bastard. She kind of liked all the sides of me.

There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. Seeing her broken down was something I couldn’t see again. Finding her in the room with her dead grandmother was a sight that would stay with me for the rest of my life.

After making love, we got up and gave each other showers. I loved taking care of her. Giving her a shower was a definite bonus, too. Loved feeling her body come alive under my hands. Her sweet, hot body was so responsive to me. Her skin flourished with sensitivity and her nipples tightened into ripe little berries I’d give my balls to just taste. Thank God I didn’t have to give them though. She was all mine.

The funeral was in a few hours and before we got dressed, we ate, well I ate and I basically had to force her to eat. Even a few bites so she would at least have something in her stomach.

She dressed in a black 50’s style swing dress. Black fluffy shit underneath and wedge heels so damn high I wondered how she was going to walk in them. Thank God I was keeping her close.

As she washed the dishes and put them away, she turned and pinned me with a hot look.

“What?”

“When are you going to take me for a ride on one of your bikes?”

I walked over to her and caged her in.

“Wanna take the bike to the funeral?”

“Even in dresses like this?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, if you want. We’ll just need to braid your hair. Come on.”

I took her back upstairs and into the bathroom. She took her brush and within a few minutes had an intricate braid winding from one side of her hair and it plaited around to the base of her hairline then roped down her breasts. She put minimal make-up on and I took us down and into the garage.

“We’ll take the Dyna.”

I never thought about getting another helmet. I drove the bikes only every once in a while. I didn’t like what it represented. At least in my family.

When I said I hated people calling me Declan, as I stated before, Declan was my grandfather’s name. Big D, and somehow when I was younger, Mike called me Little D. I fucking hated that shit with a passion. His motorcycle club was something I never intended to ever get involved in. I knew they were criminals and I was never going to get sucked into that shit life. I had a few cousins and those guys have been in and out of jail I don’t know how many times.

One of Big D’s top guys always had a way of sending me the information. As if I gave a shit. Didn’t matter that I wanted nothing to do with them and God knows how many cops they have under their payroll. His ‘lieutenant’ would come to the gym and let me in on their well-being. They haven’t found themselves in the federal governments’ eyes yet, but I knew that day would come and I will be far away from it.

I didn’t need the helmet. I never used it anyway.

“Before we go, lemme grab something.”

I walked over to the jacket closet I kept just inside the kitchen and grabbed my leather jackets. I knew it was going to be colder than a witch’s tit outside and the wind was going to bring chills all over her.

I brought it over to her and helped her into it, then pushed my sleeves into my own. We’d be driving to the US Houston National Cemetery where Nana will be laid to rest next to her husband. We wouldn’t be able to see her being lowered as per requirements but a little service was going to be held.

I didn’t know who was going to show. Maybe a few of her friends as Scarlet had mentioned.

Scarlet had no way of getting ahold of her mother, so that was a dead end.

I placed the oversized helmet on her head and tightened the strap so it wouldn’t shift from side to side.

I helped her on and before seating myself, we had to shuffle her skirts so she wouldn’t be flashing everyone. After getting everything tucked tight, I made my way to the cemetery.

Scarlet’s arms were wrapped around my waist tightly and she laid her head between my shoulder blades. My dick decided to leap to life and I swear, her hand kept drifting.

Shouldn’t she be distraught? Not that I minded her fingers grazing over my dick but having a boner in front of crowd wasn’t my ideal ‘hello’.

I felt her nipples pebbling through our clothes and-holy mother-her hand palmed over my dick. Hugging it with her hand. That naughty hand massaged circles over my cock and I just couldn’t take it.

I checked my watch and I saw we had enough time so I drove us off the highway and into a park. There wasn’t anyone around-thank fuck-because when I parked, I twisted enough to grab her underneath her arms and brought her around until she was straddling my lap.

I unhooked the helmet and placed it on the handlebar. Looking into her face, it wasn’t one of sadness but of adrenaline and lust.

Fuck. She was getting off on the bike. Hell if I wasn’t going to use this to my advantage. She started it and I was going to finish it.

“You made my dick hard, Pixie.”

Her tongue darted out and licked her windblown lips. The soft wetness of her lips made me slam my lips onto hers. I slipped one hand behind her neck and with the other I reached up under her skirts and hooked a finger under her panties to find out her pussy was fucking soaked and dripping out of her hole.

I ripped my lips off hers and said, “I’m gonna fuck you now, Scarlet.”

All she did was nod and I took no time unbelting, unbuttoning and lowering my zipper. I freed my dick and her hands wrapped around it, pumping it up and down.

“I really wanna taste you, Dec.”

Fuuuuuuuuck.

“Later, baby. We really don’t have enough time. This is going to be quick and hard. Just hold on to me.”

She nodded and I pulled her dress over me. My dick instantly felt the heat and pushing her underwear to the side, I lifted her body up enough to settle her pussy over the tip.

Then I slammed home.

She cried out with pleasure and keeping an eye on our surroundings, I placed my hands at her waist and pounded my dick into her. I moved her tight, little body up and down my dick with quick, hard thrusts.

It wasn’t long before I felt her pussy quivering and squeezing my dick like a hot little fist.

“Come, Scarlet. Come all over my dick. Love feeling your sweet, hot cream milking my cock. That’s my girl. Let me feel it flood out of your pussy, baby.”

Her release came strong and a harsh groan slipped passed her lips. I put my feet down on the ground so I stood a little and jerked my dick into her, hitting her sweet spot and then all I felt was my load shooting into her. I loved feeling her bare.

Never had a woman bare in my life and feeling Scarlet with nothing between her flesh and mine was fucking perfection. Nothing but feeling all her hot juices gushing from her body like a fountain.

I held myself still for a minute, letting our bodies soak in the sun before I reached back into the side bag of the bike and took out a rag I kept in there.

I lifted Scarlet off of me and I cleaned her off before letting her panties slide back into place. I cleaned my dick off and shoved the towel back into the sack.

“Feel better, Pixie?”

Her cheeks reddened and I really hope it wasn’t from embarrassment.

I tucked my dick back into my pants and closed up before I brought her close into me.

“Scarlet, my sweet Pixie. When you want dick, you can have dick. As long as it’s mine that you’re getting, you can have it all day, every day until I die. What I got is nobody’s but yours. To do with whatever you want. You wanna put some south in your mouth? When we get home, you can mouth fuck my dick to your heart’s content. Let’s get this funeral taken care of and I’ll take you back home and you can do whatever it is you want. Even if it’s not dick. Never be embarrassed with how your body reacts. As I’m guessing this is your first bike ride, I’ll let it pass…but trust me. I will react the same way. Every time. I will stop and give you exactly what you need. A shoulder to cry on, a chest to lean on and a dick to fuck when you need it. I love you, Pixie. Never be ashamed of wanting or needing me. I’ll provide everything you’ll ever need. Just remember I love you and we’ll be just fine.”

I knew she wasn’t ready to say it back and that’s okay. I knew she did regardless of her speaking the words. Sometimes our pasts fuck up our reality in the present. Do I want to hear her say she loves me? Fuck yeah. Right now I’m good, though. I’m well aware that she does and I’m man enough to know not to press her. She chose me. Above all the other dicks she could have chosen, she chose my dick. I wasn’t going to ruin that.

No way in hell.

I got us back on the road and to the service quickly. Now that my girl is fixed and more relaxed, I hoped everything goes smoothly.

When we reached the parking lot, I helped her off and we walked towards the service area. I kissed her temple and looked over to see…no fucking way.

Smooth my ass.

What the fuck?

What was
he
doing here?

Scarlet

We parked close to the where they would hold the service. Per Nana’s request, there was no viewing. Just the small service.

I didn’t know if my mother would show up or not. I had no way of getting a hold of her and I didn’t really give a shit.

Dax helped me off the bike and I swore I felt my vagina weep with relief. From the vibrations to when he stopped and took care of business of getting us off, my body was thrumming and quivering. I couldn’t help myself back there. I felt the throb of the cycle between my legs and it was an entirely new sensation for me. It was spontaneous, but I felt so unbelievably aroused between my thighs I just wanted to…
touch him
. Feeling his steel hard erection in the palm of my hand felt hot, wicked and sexy. I hadn’t meant for him to stop, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him. He lit a fire inside of me that nothing was going to extinguish except the feel of him as he filled me with his rock hard shaft. It was quick and hard just like he said. It was perfect.

I fixed my skirts in place and Dax tucked my arm into his and we made our way towards the committal shelter where the twenty minute service was being held before she was going to be buried next to granddad.

Half way there, Dax jerked to a stop and I almost fell before he wrapped an arm around my waist, steadying me.

“What’s wrong?”

I looked up at his face and it had turned to stone. His features were hard and quickly showing signs of anger. I turned my head to where he was looking at. An elderly gentleman in a leather jacket, dark, long hair braided over a shoulder was standing near Nana’s casket. I had no idea who he was or what he was doing there. That was until someone moved out from behind him.

My gasp rang out loud and the hands that had wrapped around Dax’s elbow and bicep fisted tight with an anger I could feel begin to burn a pathway throughout my veins.

How dare that bitch show her face after what she did to me? To Nana?

“Declan? Who’s that man?”

“My grandfather. Who’s that woman?”

“My mother.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Totally.”

My heart started to race. I wasn’t ready to meet her face to face. Why was she even here? How did she even know?

“Ignore them for now. Let’s see to Nana.”

“Okay.”

I followed Dax underneath the shelter and he kept us farthest away from our blood family. Blood might be thicker than water but water tasted a whole lot better.

I couldn’t believe she’d show her face here after all this time. My hands were still clenched tight around Dax as the serviceman went through his speech.

He didn’t seem to notice or say anything. He understood. He felt the same way I did.

I felt her eyes on me.

Searing holes into my back like the plague. Because I was a total glutton for punishment, I thought I’d sneak a peek over at her.

Her face was full of anger and hate. She looked right at me and nowhere else. I felt that hatred shiver up my spine. I shifted my eyes to Dax’s grandfather. He was looking right at Dax.

But he must have felt my eyes on him because the sneer he had on Dax whiplashed to me. That sneaky, evil sneer transformed to a dirty smile. His tongue darted out, licking around his lips and he winked.

I turned back around and shuffled closer to Dax. I didn’t want them to ruin what was already a sad day.

Afterwards when we were dismissed, I thanked the gentlemen that read for Nana, and Dax led me away towards his bike.

“Little D!”

I tried shifting my head back, Dax’s sharp command, “Don’t,” stilled my head and kept it looking forward. That was okay because I really didn’t want to look at
her.

We were almost to the bike when the voice behind us got too close for comfort and growled, “You better look at me when I’m talking to you, boy.”

Dax stopped, let go of my arm and he turned to look at the couple with a menacing growl of his own.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, old man? You ain’t nothing but a dried up bag of bones with criminal skeletons in your motherfucking closet. Don’t talk to me. You don’t know me. I sure as hell don’t need or want to know you, so you can just leave us in peace.”

“Hmmm…I don’t think so, Little D.”

“Never call me that. I am not part of your family.”

“Dixon, ain’cha?”

“Unfortunately, but that doesn’t mean I am a part of that fucked up MC you’re running.”

The older man snickered and right then I knew for certain he was Dax’s grandfather. They had the same angry scowl.

Then his old, angry eyes flickered to me and he had no problem showing his lust as he perused my frame.

Dax snatched my elbow and roughly shoved me behind him.

“Don’t even look at her.”

“Why not? She sure is a pretty little thing. Who is she, little man?”

“None of your goddamn business. That’s who she is.”

“That’s Scarlet, Big D. My daughter.”

Her voice. Like old wire rubbing itself. It grated over my skin, and gave me chills.

I peeked over Dax’s bicep and looked at her. She really looked like she aged and not well. She did look like a biker chick though. All leather, chains and curves. Just like me…well, the curves at least.

“Is that so, Bethie? Hi, Scarlet. Pretty name.”

“Do not speak her name. Do not speak to her. She isn’t any of your concern or that nasty cunt next to you.”

“Dax.”

I couldn’t believe he was being so crude. I’ve never heard him call a girl that. I hated that word. Even though Marybeth and I haven’t spoken since she left, and I didn’t want anything to do with her but calling her that was mean.

Dax’s face shifted to the side and he looked over his shoulder at me. His jaw was locked tight and I knew he was just reacting to seeing his grandfather, so I let it go and just kissed his shoulder blade and leaned into him. He relaxed only a fraction and turned back to the family we didn’t want to admit was our own.

My mother whipped a death glare over at Dax, and I could remember from before how she could rant and rave if she didn’t like something. I could just see her flying off the handle at Dax and I didn’t want that.

Fortunately, as soon as my mother was about to raise hell, Mr. Dixon-yeah…I was never going to call this man Big D…sick mother-Mr. Dixon spoke to her harshly.

“Don’t speak.”

And like a dog to fucking heel, she did as she was told. She clanked her mouth shut and just kept burning holes into Dax’s chest as if she stared hard enough he’d burst in a pit of fire.

“Declan Dax Dixon, one of these days you’ll come begging to become what you were born apart of.”

“Not in this lifetime. That’s what you got Marty for.”

I had no idea who Marty was and I hoped never to find out.

“We’ll see.”

Hopefully, just as Dax said, not in this lifetime.

Dax had slowly been telling me about his father’s family. They were a part of a motorcycle club, Sons of Dixon. There wasn’t any way to prove it, but they were nothing but a bunch of criminals.

He never wanted to be in that. He liked his life in order. He had to have everything a certain way and becoming something he hated was not an option for him. That his grandfather had tried persuading him when his father Mike died. Then he saw the huge club house and all the club whores and the shit they did and wanted nothing to do with it.

That was a harsh way to live. Always in the thick of danger and crime. He told me they had at least half of HPD in their pockets. Only way to make them stop was to get feds down here.

And just like Dax, I wanted nothing to do with that life or anyone in it.

They walked away from us towards another motorcycle and in the background, we heard a rumble of several engines revving. When they bolted out of the lane, there was a line of bikers following them. Most of them turned to Dax and gave him a two-finger salute.

Maybe because he was the grandson and they were showing him respect? Who knew?

We took our sweet time to the bike and Dax was abnormally quiet on the ride back to his house.

⟡

That’s how he was for the next few days. Quiet with a subtle fury in his veins. He was never quick or harsh to me. But I could see the anger in his eyes and wanted to do something that would take his mind off the scene from the cemetery.

“Dax?”

He was working on his client’s books, and the intensity he had on his face softened.

“Yeah, Pixie?”

“What can I do? I hated seeing her there. It was her mother-

“No, baby. She didn’t deserve to be there after what she did to not only you, but Nana. How she got into the MC was what was on my mind. Sorry I’ve been so distracted. I don’t want anything to happen to you because of her. Especially with her involvement with the club. I want you to make sure you stay safe. Keep mace in your purse. I’ll put my 45 in your truck.”

“What!”

“Scarlet, now that he has seen you with me, he’s going to get more curious about you. I don’t want them to get the chance to get anywhere near you.”

“I understand.”

“Come here.”

I walked over to him and his hands went around my waist, kneading and he brought his face to my tummy. Nuzzling his cheek against me, he kissed me there before looking up at me.

I saw the lust of desire in his eyes and I wondered if he’d let me…you know. I really wanted to please him.

I had no idea what to do and I hoped he was willing to teach me what he liked.

“Awe, baby. Have you needed me? Do you ache? Scarlet, when you want it, you know that I’m all on it.”

One of his hands drifted between my legs and he massaged my clit through the thin cotton of my shorts with soft circular motions. I loved how he touched me. With surety and precision to get me aroused and ready for him.

I haven’t gotten use to his no-filter-effect when he talked sexy like that. We went to bed each night, but he only tucked me in close to him. I felt the raging erection he had, but he never did anything to appease it.

I shrugged and in response, he went to stand up. I stopped him from rising and with a palm to his chest, I directed him back down.

My pulse was spiking with adrenaline and I felt my core tighten and my arousal dampening my panties.

His hand paused and he looked up at me with questions in his eyes.

“Scarlet?”

I knelt between his legs. I ran my hands over the silk material of his lounge pants. It was still early enough in the morning that we were both still in pajama’s. He was an early riser.

But I had woken up and felt,
needy
. I wanted to feel him against me. I needed to feel him against my tongue and pleasing him however he wanted me to. I wanted to do exactly what he said. I wanted to put him in my mouth and feel the hard-silk length of him against my cheeks, tongue and teeth. Reading about it in romance novels was one thing. But actually doing the act? I felt a little nervous but excited at the same time.

“I want to please you…this way. Can I do that for you, Declan?”

The tent in his pants flexed and bobbed.

“I think you have your answer, Pixie.”

“I…uh…never.”

“I know. Honestly, you could probably just lick my dick once and I’d blow. I didn’t think you’d be ready yet after the other day.”

“No matter. I’m ready now and I would like to feel you against my tongue.”

“Fuck. I love when you talk dirty. So fucking innocent but sexy as sin. This is all yours, baby. One request?”

I nodded. I don’t think I’d deny him anything.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not yet anyway. I wanna feel your pussy sucking me in as I bust my load.”

Since I didn’t know if I would like him doing that in my mouth yet, I agreed readily. I might eventually but for my first time, I was glad he was being considerate. Although I don’t think he thought of it like that.

I skimmed my hands up until I hooked my fingers in the hem of his pajamas. I kept my eyes on the object of my desire. I didn’t want to just yank them down and in my peripherals, Dax’s hands clenched the arms of the chair like a vise. He lifted his bottom off the chair, held tight as I skimmed the pants over his hardened member and over his ass until I let them fall to his ankles. He stepped his foot out and kicked pants to the side.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

“I won’t know what I’m doing, so it might not be all that great.”

“Scarlet, my dick won’t care as long as it gets to play in your mouth. It’s gonna take everything I got to not shoot it down your throat. You probably won’t be able to do it for long. Jesus, baby. You should see the look on your face. Next time you blow me, it’s going to be in front of mirror. Fuck, you look so fucking hot, innocent and so damn beautiful.”