Taking a Dare - A Hellion MC Novel (25 page)

She tasted amazing as hell!

He tried to keep his movements gentle and slow, as
tender as he could think to make them. Twining his arms around her
thighs, he used his thumbs to open her in order to better caress
and adore her with his lips and mouth. He could hear her sweet
whimpers as his tongue lapped and rubbed on her unhooded clit. Her
hands pressed him down as her curvaceous hips slewed upwards and he
found he was grinding the hard length of himself into the bed,
using her same slow rhythm.

Good fuckin' Christ she was sexy!

He slid two fingers inside her wet hot cavern, palm
up and fingers curled to rub against the rough patch inside, on her
g-spot. And with one full circle, she began to clench and shake,
her mewls sliding into a deep moan of his name that was somehow
more exciting, more thrilling than having her scream it as she
came.

Softening the strokes of his fingers and the lapping
of his tongue, he stayed with her until her shudders subsided. Dare
kissed his way back up her body before shifting to lie next to her,
feeling very powerful and very, very male in his satisfaction at
pleasing his woman.

Ryley turned in his arms and tucked her head into his
neck. "I love the way you love me naked," she said, her voice still
holding the perimeter of her satiated pants.

He felt the smile he hadn't even realized he was
wearing grow bigger at her words and he was so caught up in his
thoughts that he didn't realize she'd started moving. Caressing his
chest, dragging her nails over his flat nipples and along the
ridges of his abs until she begin stroking the steel between his
legs. She shifted again and he felt her sexy mouth follow her hands
to tease and taunt until she pushed him over onto his back, her
mouth hovering over his still covered but rock-hard cock.

Her eyes came back to his as she held the position
and said, "Let me love you naked too." Dare swore he felt her words
in his balls which had his dick flexing in response. He yanked his
briefs off as quickly as humanly possible.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, the way she used
her tongue and then captured his crown, sucking it up into her
mouth. Reaching down, he gathered her hair in his hand because he
needed to see, to watch as she worked him, loved him.

She brought her hands into play and when she cupped
his sac, he almost lost it but was able to hold off, to move his
orgasm to the back burner. He didn't want to come yet but to enjoy.
Usually, he was all for reaching the goal as hard and as fast as
possible but at that moment, he wanted to delight in the loving
journey of shared pleasure.

Her movements were slow, just as slow as his had been
when he'd had his head between her thighs and he found it to be
much more than a tease, more exciting than anything he'd ever had
experienced. The deliberateness of her actions seemed more carnal,
more personal somehow. Which made it even more arousing.

And, Christ! So fuckin'
adoring
.

He felt another deep throb pulse through his genitals
and knew he was again getting close. "Pull off, sugar."

And she did, but not without bringing him right up to
the very edge.

Chapter Twenty Four

The way his voice had changed from the low growls
he'd been using to the sharp tones when he abruptly asked me to
pull off startled me. But I followed his instructions and pulled my
mouth away before sliding myself up and onto his body. And as I did
so, his hands moved from my head over my back to caress my ass.

I had just completed my full body trek and was back
pressing my boobs to his chest when I saw his gaze drop to my lips
before coming back to my eyes. "Christ! You have a wicked
mouth."

There was no way to help the laughter that rolled up
and out of me. I'd been expecting something along the words of love
we'd been sharing. But in reality, that wasn't Dare. I admitted to
myself that it was nice to have the romantic stuff occasionally but
if it wasn't naturally a part of him, I didn't need it.

Because I only wanted him, the
real
Dare in
all his in-your-face, say-the-wrong-thing-at-the-wrong-time
glory.

"My mouth? Shit, yours should be registered with the
Vatican," I snapped back, trying to hide my smile. "Total religious
experience."

"I made you see God?" was his smart-assed comeback
sounding more than pleased with himself.

"Abso-freaking-lutely."

"What he'd say?" I could tell he was trying to hold
his own mirth back as well.

"Dunno. Couldn't hear him over my own moans," I
choked out, trying and failing to keep my laughter inside. "Dare,
you made me
miss
God
!"

At that, he joined in and both of us laughed so hard
we had to move. I slid off his body and buried my face in a pillow.
Feeling a pounding on the mattress, I twisted my head and saw he
was turned towards me, eyes scrunched closed and his hand hitting
the mattress in time to the laughter that pouring out of him.

As our chortles died down, I felt him snag me around
my waist and drag me to him, twisting me until we faced one
another. And as I watched, his face went from his
I-found-something-funny smile to one that said something different.
Something that seemed so much deeper as his eyes again zeroed in on
mine.

"I fuckin' love laughing naked with you, Ryley," he
murmured as he moved my hair aside in order to kiss my neck. The
fingers from one of his hands came into play as he trailed them
over my back. "I fuckin' love the way you love me naked,
Ryley."

He lifted his head to put his lips against mine
before declaring as he shifted me over onto my back and placed
himself on top of me, "I fuckin' love loving you, Ryley."

I didn't answer except to raise my knees and hook my
ankles around his lower back while I slid my arms around him.
Taking my cue, his hips pulled back and I felt the head of his hard
length graze my folds before he flexed his hips to push it against
my wet core.

Slowly, so achingly slow, he eased himself in and I
felt him smile against my mouth as I breathed out an long
"ahh".

"You feel so good," I groaned when he was fully
inside, filling me with his hot eager length. He felt freaking
wonderful as he crowned and pressed even deeper. I could feel
everything: the ridge of his cockhead, the width of his shaft,
his…

Wait…what?

"Dare?" I said realizing exactly why he felt so
wondrously good being so deep. "You're uncovered again,
cowboy."

All expression was wiped from his face and he seemed
to test my words as he drew himself out a couple of inches before
pushing back in. The movement caused him to lift his chin, close
his eyes and groan. 'Fuck! Sorry, Ryley. Didn't even think about
it."

He opened his eyes and raised up even further. "Was
tested two months ago and have never, ever, gone without except
with you."

I didn't know what to do with that info but needed to
share my own. "Something I should've told you before," I started,
my mind racing on how exactly to get the truth out in as few words
as possible. "My dad wanted me with March, which I went along with.
But I broke it off the morning after you and I spent the night
together."

I glanced up at him to gauge his reaction, but he
didn't seem surprised by my news in the least. "I'm not worried
about getting pregnant because I'm on the birth control shot."

I glanced at him to gauge his reaction but he simply
made a hand motion for me to continue. The next part I knew would
be hard for me to say and maybe for him to hear.

"But I found Vegas in March's room the morning I told
him we were done. Don't know what I might be carrying since I
didn't know they were sneaking it on the side."

"That fuckin' bother you?" he asked with a head
tilt.

I blinked up at him as I thought it through. "About
them hooking up? No. About me giving you a second hand disease?
Hell yeah."

His fingers tagged my hair again. "You didn't want
him."

"No cowboy, I didn't. He was Gus's choice," I
whispered and found myself embarrassed by my admission especially
in light of what Dare and I had put together concerning my dad.
What kind of woman allows her father to choose her husband without
considering her opinion? Opinions I had given over and over again,
during more than one of my family's heated discussions.

"I'm not anywhere fuckin' near your dad's choice,
Ryley," he murmured, stroking my face.

"That's true," I agreed and felt his whole body
stiffen. "But you're
my
choice, Dare. The
only
choice
for me."

His tension seemed to leave him by inches while he
considered my words.

"Since you didn't fuckin' know and we've already
bare-backed it once, sugar, I'm damn-well good to go if you are."
He seemed awfully sure but I was worried. Vegas wasn't like Wanton
who spread for anything with a dick. But Vegas wasn't a nun either.
And I didn't know what form of birth and disease control March used
when he was giving it to her. Somehow and in some way it was
significant to me that Dare was aware of what could happen, because
he was so damn important to me.

"Dare…" I started to explain and felt him begin to
slowly move. As he did, all thoughts about March and Vegas were
gone because my mind was filled with nothing but him and how he was
making me feel.

"That's it, sugar," he breathed when my hips started
moving. "Take my cock. Fuckin' take it all with your sweet
pussy."

He kept with the slow in and out, driving me crazy
with how deliberate, how leisurely he fed the fire he'd started.
Deeply in with a slow long drag out only to go in again increasing
the heat and the friction with every glide. And the fact that he
stared into my eyes the whole time only add more fuel, more
heat.

I needed him to go faster and told him so but only
gained a sexy grin in reply as he kept up the slow slewing.

"Please, Dare," I begged at one point. His response
was to grind himself against my clit on his downward press. That
had me groaning, my eyes squeezed shut and my chin pointing to the
ceiling but it wasn't enough. "Cowboy,
please
!"

"You need more?" I heard him ask but all I could do
was nod by that point. I felt like my entire body was one quivering
ball of ache. He moved a few more times before I heard him inquire
on a sexy rumble, "you need to come, sugar?"

"Fuck yeah," I managed to growl in return.

"Look at me, Ryley," he demanded and I tilted my chin
back down to focus on his face. "We've got the rest of our lives to
fuck fast and hard. But this time, after telling you I love you for
the first time, I need to fuckin'
show
you."

Was he saying he wanted to make love to me? The
thought caused a deep throb inside and I felt myself clench around
him.

That's what I'd always labeled my fantasies of being
with Dare, the ones that had me touching myself as I thought of
him.

Making love with Dare.

Making slow, sweet love with the boy who'd given me
my first glimpse of what the word really meant. A feeling I'd never
had with the short list of men I'd been with although some of them
had tried to show me. Beck, for instance. The Hellion who I'd
allowed to take my virginity had expended a lot of effort to show
me love both in bed and out.

But Beck hadn't been Dare and our relationship had
only lasted six months. Even though Beck liked our play to be slow
and deep, it didn't feel the same as what Dare was doing at that
moment.

Not even by half.

Or even a quarter.

Dare looped his arms under my thighs and planted his
palms on the mattress before he shifted his knees. His eyes did a
slow roam down my body before locking in on where we were joined.
"Fuck, that's hot," I heard him breathe as his slow movements
continued. "Watching you take me…like that, Ryley. Goddamn, take it
just like that."

I pushed my hands into the bed to give me better
leverage as I moved on him, shoved my sodden channel on him. My
thighs were shaking, shit! My entire body was shivering with need
and my throat was almost raw with the whimpers that were being
ripped from inside me.

At last, I felt the first wave of my bliss start,
gaining momentum as it moved upward and through my body. My inner
walls tightened and then the muscles in my belly as I again began
to soar. My nipples began to tighten into even harder, pinched
points and the tension moved to my scalp before it all exploded.
Wave after crashing wave of sensation pulsed through me and had me
grinding my teeth to hold back my screams.

I heard him groan a long and very drawn out, "fuckin'
love you," as he planted himself so damn deep and his hips jerked
when he hit it. And as soon as the throbbing lessened, he came back
down to capture my mouth and to hold me tightly.

"Christ, Ryley!" he exclaimed as we broke apart in
order to breathe. I knew exactly what he meant with only those two
words.

Two words that completely summed up what we'd done
together, felt together and damn-well
were
together in just
the way he'd said them.

*.*.*.*.*

'Temporary, my ass'
, he thought sitting on the
edge of the bed watching his beautiful Ryley sleep. He was already
up, showered and dressed, more than ready to conquer his day now
that he knew she loved him.

Loved
him
!

His plan was to wake her up and let her know he was
leaving, but she seemed so peaceful especially in light of the
storm of last night. A tempest filled with both betrayal and
confessions of the best fuckin' kind.

He stroked her hair, pushing it away from her ear
before he leaned down to drop a soft kiss on the skin exposed.
"Ryley?"