Chapter 17
Sophie
I've been waiting for days for this to happen. I've wanted to have sex again with Daryl every night since I met him but especially since I moved into the Road Devil's clubhouse. Well, maybe not that first night but that was only because I was so emotionally and physically drained from Jacob kidnapping me but even before everything changed with us I still wanted him. I just wasn't sure I wanted us and the complications that the club brought, but that didn't mean my body didn't crave his.
Every single day since I moved into his room at the club, I've imagined his hands all over me, his mouth kissing me in places that would make me scream and mostly I needed him inside of me again.
We sleep together every night and even though his bed is meant for two people it's only a full-size bed and we're tightly together in it. We go to bed with him spooning me from behind and we wake up with my head on his broad shoulder and my hand splayed on his hard chest.
But he hasn't touched me intimately since that very first day.
Damn.
Even though I wasn't shy with him in the car that afternoon, I am usually much more reserved when it comes to sex. I didn't know how to tell him I wanted him. I figured he was being gentle with me after what happened with Jacob, but I never saw the two of them in the same light. He didn't need to be.
Jacob was a psychopath who had it in his head I was going to be his wife. Thank God, he never sexually assaulted me or my head would be in a completely different place right now. His seeing me as 'pure' sure helped that not happen.
Daryl makes me feel safe. A sense of security washed over me whenever he was near; giving me a sense of peace I hadn't felt in years. I knew Daryl was different. I don't know why I tried to deny it, but he was. I finally was able to see past the biker, straight to the man. Like a magnet, I felt a pull to him that I couldn't comprehend. I fought that pull for a long time, but I've given up fighting with my head and I'm going with my heart.
I've been locking myself in this room for days. I'm not comfortable in the clubhouse without him. There are too many guys that look at me as if I could be their next snack, not to mention the evil looks the women give me.
I realize now that's because no one knew what my status in the club was. I learn more about this MC lifestyle every day. Once Daryl claims me as his ol' lady, they will treat me like they do Marci and Chrissy and a few of the other women. But did I want that? I know we need time to get to know each other, but I'm not sure I'm ready for the ol' lady part yet even though I told him I was.
But right now it all about just me and Daryl. I am ready to get down to the physically claiming me part and the-thanking-Daryl-for-saving-my-life part, too. Oh God, I am so ready.
No one has ever made me feel as wanted as this man has. Not my ex-boyfriend Sean or any of the other losers I dated. Daryl makes me feel beautiful, sexy, and even daring.
He makes me want to do things that I never did before. The crazy thing is I've only been with him that one afternoon. It's been months since and I still want him as bad as I did when I was naked in the backseat of my car. What we did that day, I never would have done with anyone else but him.
Only him.
I barely knew him, but I knew I wanted him. Maybe the soaking wet panties that happened the second I saw him helped me decide, but we have this thing together that I can't deny any longer.
Hell, I stopped denying it several days ago but that that damn kidnapping got in my way.
Now it's just me and him.
I have my shirt and pants off before he does so I slow down just a tad and wait for him to get rid of his jeans before I release the catch on my bra. That shortly joins my clothes in a heap on the carpet as soon as he starts to slide his pants off. Our underwear falls to the floor at the same time and once again I am naked in front of him.
Before I have a chance to get self-conscious, I take a long lingering look at him. In that cramped backseat, I was never able to take him all in as I can do now. Momentarily, I forget all that we were about to do as I take a few steps toward him placing my hand on his chest. The scars he carries on his body are much easier to see, as are the few tattoos he has. There's a devil on his bicep along with a skull on the back of his hand to name a few. He's not all tatted up like many of the guys are.
Daryl's standing still waiting for me. My hand lightly touches his shoulder as I slowly walk around him. His flat stomach and strong chest show a man that works hard every day. On his back are the same raised welts that he has on his chest but there are even more of them. Sometime I will get him to tell me what happened, but not right now.
He has a demon inked on his right shoulder with one chasing it below it. On his left side is his Road Devils tattoo. I know Diesel has one too, but his takes up his whole back, while Daryl's is still large it's not an entire back piece. It's an inked version of the patch he proudly wears on his cut. The top's a rocker that says Road Devils, the bottom saying Georgia, and in the middle is the winged Devil. It's his permanent patch. It defines him while telling the world who he will always be. He's a Road Devil and that's exactly the man I want.
I know the club comes first in his life and now I understand why, but that doesn't necessarily make me number two. I get that it will be a balancing act for us, but if others can do it, so can we. We still have a long way to go since this relationship is so new, but I'm ready to move forward.
I drop a kiss on his inked patch as I finish my exploration of the man I am falling in love with.
The one-piece of his anatomy that I the most familiar with is his extremely large and very erect cock. I feel my heart starting to race, as I know what that will feel like when he's inside of me. No man has ever filled me the way he does. And no man has ever made me as passionate as he did.
I need him and I didn't want to wait any longer.
"You are so fuckin' hot," he practically growls at me.
"You are, too," I tell him as I stand back in front of him. There's a bare inch that separates us for a brief second before pulls me to him as he smashes his lips to mine.
Smashed.
Crushed.
He's taking possession of me that I am freely giving him. I wrap my arms around his neck and as I feel his hands grab my butt, I jump and wrap my legs around his waist.
We're kissing like there's no tomorrow. He slowly walks us over to the bed and I feel the heat of his rock hard erection not only against my own sex but along my belly too. He's that big.
Daryl growls deep in this throat while he's kissing me back. His thick, strong arms tighten, almost crushing me, yet I still want him closer. And there's only one way for that to happen.
He drops me down on the bed causing me to laugh as I bounce on the mattress.
"You think this is funny?" he says with a hint of anger in his voice
I'm worried that my laughing has pissed him off. I still need to learn the ins and outs of his personality, but when I catch his eyes I don't see anger. I see lust with a hint of playfulness. That's what I need from him. "Oh not funny," I tell him as I inch my way up the bed. "I'm thinking more like it's about damn time."
By now I've gone as far as I can on the bed. My inner slut, that comes out only when he around, has me keeping my legs spread open so that he can see everything I have to offer. This isn't my normal shy self and I love that he brings out this new side of me that I am actually enjoying.
Daryl has one knee on the bed as he strokes his beautiful cock. "It's about time for what?"
"It's about time that you fucked me again with that big boy you are holding," I reply. I've never said anything like this to another man. I love who I can be with him.
The mattress sinks under his weight as Daryl makes his way up the bed. I felt like he's a cat stalking his prey as he gets closer to me. The heat from his body sears into mine as he lies half on top of me. He has a leg between mine straddling my thigh allowing me to feel the hardness of his waiting cock.
One arm is resting next to my head to relieve me of some of his body weight while the other has his fingers lost somewhere in my hair. His mouth slams onto mine and I feel his desperate need of me coming out in his kiss. I'm following his lead allowing him to take me anywhere he wants to go.
I'm his. Why did I ever deny that?
He briefly nips at my bottom lip before I feel him dipping back in for more. Then my kiss swollen lips are abandoned as his mouth slides down to my neck before making its way to my collarbone where he nips at my skin. The hand that was in my hair is now moved to my shoulder before it caresses its way to my breast.
I can't stop the moan that comes out of me. It feels so good starting deep down at my core. It's an ache that is telling me it needs more.
So much more.
"Fuckin' perfect tits," I hear him mumble which makes me smile.
Yeah, I kind of like them, too. The attention that Daryl is giving them lets me know even without his mumbled words that he really likes the girls. A rather hard tug with his teeth on a nipple causes an unexpected squeak to escape from me.
"You good?"
"Oh…yeah…real good," I manage to get out. Who knew I liked pain like that? Not me until I met Daryl.
Now he shifts his body so that he is totally covering mine. I feel the head of his cock right at my entrance, but he doesn't thrust inside of me yet. Instead, he kisses me again until I'm lost in his taste. That's when with a slight lifting of his hips, he plunges completely into me.
My body and head scream, "Oh my, God," at the same time.
Our kiss only breaks because we're both struggling to get air in our lungs. But Daryl doesn't let up an inch anywhere else. He's inside of me and covering me from head to toe, his forehead resting against mine as he watches my face. One of his palms is planted next to my head to hold just enough of his weight off me so that I can still breathe while he rocks into me with slow and deliberate strokes that I never want to end.
"You feel that?" he asks. "It's perfect because you were made for me and only me.
"Yes." I dig my fingers into his shoulders to pull him closer even though that's impossible. "Don't stop."
"How could I ever stop the best thing I ever had?"
His words touch me more than he could ever know. They could be bullshit lines, but they not. He's not that type of guy. He's upfront and straight forward guy, one that would never play games with me. I know that because I trust him.
He feels so good inside of me. He's pulling himself practically out before sliding back it in all of the ways. He's touching parts of me that only he could and I need every single inch of him buried deep inside of me.
But I also need more.
"God, you are good, but Daryl…" I groan.
"Yeah?" he grunted after one particular harder thrust than the rest.
"Harder, baby. Wreck me. Just wreck me," I beg.
If I hadn't been looking at him I would have missed the corner of his mouth slightly lifting. "Like this?"
After several rapid and particularly hard thrusts, I was able to say something that slightly sounded like the word yes. This is what I wanted, what I needed but not just from anyone. I needed this from Daryl. No man had ever made me whimper in need as he did… just like I was doing right now.
My body, my mind, and my heart all reacted to him, as I never have before. This was only my third time with him and I knew it was going to be even better than the previous two times. Face to face and not in an extraordinarily hot car certainly helped. I wanted to touch every inch of him and craved him to do the same.
"Not gonna last long," he panted. "It's been fuckin' months."
"Me too. God, you feel so good." Daryl's the only man that has made me come during sex. I guess I dated complete duds before him. I can feel the ball of fire building up and I love every anticipated second of what I know is coming…me.
But then he stops. He's inside me as far as he can go and he stops. His head drops down before he lets off a string of nonstop fucks.
"What? Why'd you stop?" I beg.
His eyes look into mine as he shakes his head, "Condoms. We forgot the fuckin' wrap again."
Shit, he's right. I lose all sense of any type of responsibility around him. I should be telling him to stop not the other way around. Sure, I'm on birth control, but that's not the main problem. I don't know who and how many women he's fucked and he doesn't know mine. And walked in to see my ex Sean fucking his best friend, Jordan in the ass, maybe getting tested would be a good thing.
Why the hell didn't I think about that before?
All I can do is laugh at us. "We do tend to have a problem remembering those things, don't we? You still carry them around on your back pockets?"
That earned me a rare smile from him, "Better." He slides off me and I hate the loss I instantly feel. Daryl leans over and reaches into drawer of his nightstand. "Got a whole box this time."
"That's all?" I tease him.
"Nope, I got two boxes," he says as he holds them both up to me.
"You certainly keep busy," I say unable to keep the hurt out of my voice.
He holds up both boxes to me, "Bought both of these brand new just yesterday. I plan on keeping very busy with you…no one else. Got that?"
That moment of insecurity was gone in a flash. "Got it." He makes me feel so wanted and desired that I don't have any words to describe the emotions flowing through me.
The box is ripped open and I watch Daryl quickly roll the condom onto his big boy. It takes a few gentle strokes to get it lubed up and we are back to making the bed squeak each time he thrusts into me.
My legs wrap around him as I try to pull him closer to me. The ends of his hair tickle me as they brush across my face with every thrust. And at that moment, I know I will never get enough of him. I need him more than I need to breathe.
Daryl raises himself up on his arms as his hip star to move faster. I try to watch his face but my eyes close as he brings me to the edge. Before I know it, I'm moaning his name along with many "Oh, Gods," until it becomes one long drawn out "Ohhh," as I come under him shattering into a million incredible pieces.
Sometime in the middle of the longest, most mind-blowing climax I have ever had I hear Daryl let out one long growl as we lose our minds together. In the end, we are both panting so hard you would have thought we had just run a marathon.
"Holy fuck," he groans as he collapses on top of me.
I can't even find words to speak. He's ruined me. Completely ruined me like no other man on this planet will be ever able to top that. Not that I want to do this with anyone else, but I'm just saying that was the best sex I ever had. And I can only hope with practice, lots of mind blowing practice, it may even get even better if that is at all possible.
I told him to wreck me and he did.
Daryl pushes himself up so that I can see his handsome but sweaty face again. I reach up to move his hair out of his face, but it falls right back so I leave my hand there instead smiling up at him. "Fuckin' wow, woman. We were good before but that was the best ever."
"Only good before?" I tease him. "Just…good?"
"You know what I mean," he laughs as he rolls off me and heads toward his bathroom. He ties off the condom before dropping it into the wastebasket. I hear the water in the sink run real quick. I'm on my side watching him walk out of the small bathroom and back to the bed.
Our bed.
He's the perfect male specimen for me. Sure there are guys taller, more muscular, and technically better looking, not that Daryl isn't hot, too. Guys like Wolf and Striker know when they walk into a room all the women want them. All except me that is.
Daryl's a little older than they are. I've yet to ask him but I'm guessing early forties. He's not too tall for my 5'6" body and I don't need all those extra muscles that even Diesel has along with a few others. Daryl has the perfect build of strong broad shoulders and muscular arms that I like. His stomach is flat without the need of having to show off a six-pack. I love that his hair is a little long as it gives me a reason to reach out and brush it out of his handsome face.
And the butt I just watched as he headed to the bathroom is pretty damn spectacular, too.
I don't want anyone but him. I knew it that very first day I saw him walking toward me on the side of that highway. He instantly had my panties wet that day and every day I've seen him since.
Diesel may be perfect for my cousin, but Daryl is my kind of man.
He crawls back in bed and we slip under the covers. He's on his back and I'm resting my head on his shoulder as I lightly run my fingers over his chest. I find myself concentrating on the largest scar that I can see. My fingers run along the hard raised welt several times but I never ask him what happened. It's his story to tell me when he's ready.
"My old man," he finally says.
"He did this…along with the others?" I ask softly.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because he could," he answered me. "I was a kid and he was a violent drunk. Everything pissed him off. He thought I stole from him. He accused me of eating the last of the food. Every fuckin' little thing had his belt coming off."
He wasn't looking at me as he talked. I was looking at him but his eyes were focused across the room. "Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Steal from him? Eat the food?"
He finally turned his head and looked down at me. "I sure as fuck did. I was a kid who was starving half the time. I got meals at school but rarely did he remember that his own kid needed to eat. He'd pass out and I'd slip a dollar or two out of his wallet to get a fast-food burger. The walk to the McDonald's was three miles but it was worth it."
"If these scars made you who you are today, then I am thankful for each and every one of them. You're a good man, Daryl. I'm so lucky to have you," I said smiling up at him.
He didn't respond except to lean down and give me a gentle kiss.
"What about your mother? And don't you have an older brother in the club?" I asked him. He opened the door for me to ask him questions when he started to tell me his story. Plus, he had never spoken about his brother who I only knew existed because of Marci. I was also wondering why he had never introduced me to him in the four days I had been living at the clubhouse.
"Ma died when I was nine. She liked her wine a little too much and that doesn't go well with smoking in bed. Merle, my brother is ten years older than me. He was in the army when Ma died and never came back except once to let me know where he was when he got out. At sixteen, I took off cause it was either that to kill my ol' man. Merle was part of the MC by then and I've been here ever since one way or another."
I could tell that talking about his life wasn't easy for Daryl. When you have a shit childhood sometimes it's better to try to forget it but his back and chest held permanent battle wounds of what he had endured. Some people should never have kids and it sure sounded like his parents belonged in that group. I was lucky that my mom did the best she could for us.
His bringing up the MC opened the door for a question I had wanted to ask him. "Was that how you got involved with the Road Devils? Through your brother?"
Daryl shook his head yes. "Merle was a patched member by then. He goes by the name Sugar now. They let me sleep on his floor for a long time since he lived here in the clubhouse. He still does. The president at the time, Truck, knew Merle would kick me outta the room whenever he hooked up, which was a lot, so he okayed me to sleep on a couch in the main room whenever that happened. They were good to a kid who had nuthin'."
"When did you patch in?" I thought it was odd that my question made him chuckle. I may be new to the MC life, but I knew that you had to prospect for a while before you were voted in as a full patched member.
"I have a different story than most. You sure you want to hear it?"
"Absolutely!" I wanted to know everything about him, but I wasn't going to scare him off by saying that just yet.
"You ready then?" he asked looking down at me.
"No. One thing first."
I pulled his head down to mine so I could kiss him. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him…all of him and that's what my kiss was for. After a few very long and very hot minutes, I let him go and sighed, "Now, I'm ready."
"I'm not! Fuckin' hell, woman. Look what you did."
Daryl flipped the covers down showing me his hard dick. I would have thought he'd need more time to recover but I guess not. "Sorry," I giggled. "Story first, sex later."
"Oh hell, no," he growled at me. "Fuckin' first, story way later."
Something told me that this was going to a unique tale. I wanted to hear it. I also wanted to hear him talk to me in his raspy southern drawl. Living out in Kansas all these years I had missed it. While Daryl's drawl wasn't as thick as some, his deep husky voice was something I enjoyed listening too.
"Please," I asked placing a finger to his lips. "Tell me how you got patched in and then I'll make it worth your while."
Those intense eyes of his drilled into mine, but I didn't break eye contact with him. "It better be good," he mumbled.
"Oh, it definitely will be. So go on. Tell me what happened," I said as I snuggled back down on his shoulder.
"Where the fuck was I? I got the wrong head thinking here."
He didn't mean that as a joke, but I laughed anyway. "Start as the beginning. When did you decide to prospect?"
"I didn't prospect. That's why I didn't do it like the rest of them."
I sat up on my elbow confused. "I know I'm new to this stuff, but I thought everyone had to be a prospect first."
"They do and that's the reason I turned down joining the club several times. I had been hanging around these guys since I was sixteen. I saw how they treated the prospects. Hell, they treated me almost as one when I lived here. I was bringing them beers and whatever they needed just like the prospects did. I figured it was earning my keep. Once, I started working at the garage for money, I saved up to move into a place of my own. Damn, that was a dump, but it was the first place that was all mine. I would still hang around the clubhouse cause these were the only guys I knew, but they stopped asking me to do shit for them. Even if I wanted to prospect I would never have been voted in."
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Because of my fucking brother. He would have made my life a fuckin' hell. When you're a prospect you do what they ask with no questions. You get the shit jobs, but Merle would have loved coming up with shit that no one would've asked anyone to do. He would've pushed my buttons too much and I'd never get a unanimous vote," he explained.
"Your brother sounds like a dick."
"That he definitely is," Daryl agreed.
I was dying to know if he didn't prospect, how did he get patched in? "So what happened?"
"Truck, who was our president back then, had a sister. She was married to some asshole and they had two kids. The oldest was Olivia who I think was three. The other kid was a baby. Trudie, the sister, went to the store and left the kids with the asshole husband. He fell asleep on the sofa and didn't lock the front door after he went outside for a smoke. When Trudie got back, Olivia was gone."
Now I was leaning on his chest completely engrossed in this story. "Did someone take her?"
"No, the dick left the door unlocked and she wandered outside on her own."
"Please, tell me she was okay?"
Daryl raised his head and looked down at me, "Let me finish the story, woman." It was a good thing he rested his head down again because I was trying not to laugh at him. "Okay," he continued, "so the mom finds the kid gone when she gets back and calls Truck in a panic. I'm working at the garage so I don't know anything is going on. Truck starts gathering the guys that are around to help search for the kid when my brother tells him that Truck needs me there. Truck's on edge so he's yelling no we don't until Merle tells him, I'm the best damn tracker he's ever seen."
"Maybe I should take that dick comment back," I suggest.
Daryl intertwined his fingers with mine that were resting on his chest. "Naw, he has his moments, but he is a dick. Anyway, I get a call to head over to the clubhouse as quickly as I can. I'm there in less than ten minutes. Truck tells me what's going on and I agree to help. Of course, I have to fuckin' help but they need to do it my way."
"Why's that?"
"Cause all of these big ass guys with feet the size of Texas will fuck up the trail if they just start walking around. Merle backs me up. I need to find her trail and with a kid her age the footprints are gonna be hard to find."
I swear I'm on the edge dying to know what happened. "And?"
"The little shit walked all over the yard, but I finally found where she went into the woods. The damn rundown house is far from any neighbor and surrounded by trees on three sides. By this time it's late afternoon and the sun is starting to go down. The sister is crying hysterically and the husband is telling her to shut up she ain't helping any. Truck walks over to the prick and slugs him once and the asshole goes down like a rock. Out cold. I can figure out where she went in but after that, it's anyone's guess as her little feet ain't leaving any type of tracks no more. We all have flashlights so we spread out and start looking for her. It's full on dark and nobody's found a sign of her. We're texting to keep in touch and some wonder if we should start again in the morning."
"I ignore that and keep on looking and calling out her name. I got a feeling I'm on the right track but I'm not fuckin' findin' her. I've been looking for hours doubling back thinking the kid couldn't have gone too far in. She would've gotten scared. That makes me look harder at places a three year could hide in. The flashlight is swinging back and forth in front of me and son-of-a-bitch I trip on a tree root and go down. I'm cursing up a storm when I realize that the flashlight I dropped is shining on something pink. She's huddled inside a hollowed-out tree scared to death."
"I got up and crouched down in front of her and told her my name was Daryl and I was a friend of her Uncle Truck. I could see her relax then. I sent a text that I found her and we were headed back. The only time I ever saw Truck cry was when I walked out of the woods holding her. Because I never gave up and was able to bring Olivia home safely the club voted me in as a full patch member the next day. Plus Truck rationalized it that all those years I lived there as a teen I was doing prospect shit anyway."
He said it like it was an everyday thing like driving to work, but he saved the life of a little girl. He was a hero. He also was my hero as he saved me, too. I didn't realize I crying until he asked me why.
"Because not only was that a beautiful story, but I am so happy to be here with you. I know I fought us, but this is the only place I ever want to be...here with you. You're such a good man, Daryl." That was the God's honest truth.
"Here in bed with me, right? Cause I thought you said somethin' about makin' it worth my while?"
I loved the sexy smirk he had on his face. The tenting of the sheet told me he was ready for round two, but I had another plan in mind. We were still very much in the getting-to-know-you-sex phase of the relationship. It was time for me to find out how much of that monster dick of his I could handle.