Chapter 20

Sophie

Even though I had been kidnapped and almost died at the hands of a madman less than a week ago, I was feeling pretty damn good. How weird is that? It was Daryl that got me to where I am now in such a short period of time. Sure I had nightmares those first couple of nights, but nothing recently at all.

Daryl and I have a very unusual relationship. We had one afternoon of sex when we barely knew each other. Then we had months of him persistently pursuing me while I tried to stick to my "No bikers" rule.

All he had to do was kiss me again and I threw out that stupid rule pretty quick. Plus, talking to Marci really helped too.

Now after my kidnapping by a complete psycho combined with a rescue by the best guy on the planet, I'm feeling pretty damn strong. Daryl's patience while he waited for me to realize what a dumb shit I was being about us won out. That man deserves a medal or a blowjob for putting up with me.

Today was my first day back to work at the bakery. Maddie wanted me to take more time but I was too bored at the clubhouse with Daryl back to work. It was great to get back in the groove of working. It was the getting up real early part that I hated. I let Daryl sleep as I tiptoed around the room getting ready.

Now, my workday is done and I'm pulling into the clubhouse. I waved to Cage who was on gate duty as I turned into the lot and park my car on the side of the building that was reserved for cars or as the guys refer to them 'cages.' If Daryl is finished with Church he may just get that blowjob he earned. That puts a big smile on my face as I head toward the big front door passing an intimidating long line of motorcycles.

While Angel Valley wasn't the national chapter of the Road Devils, they were one of the largest ones. The rows of bikes proved it. They held Church every Friday afternoon and it looks like everyone was here today by the number of Harleys I could see.

I walked into the clubhouse and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust from the bright sunlight that was outside to the darker interior of the main room. I saw dozens of men in cuts laughing and drinking, but I had yet to find Daryl in this sea of alpha males.

After a few more steps into the room, I suddenly had someone standing in front of me. When I looked up from the floor where I saw a pair of worn black biker boots to his face, I realized it was Daryl's brother Merle. Just the man I did not want to see.

"Got a minute, sister?" he asked.

Even though I wanted to say no, I didn't. "Yes, what do you need, Sugar." I made sure I used his club name. Daryl was the only one I knew I could call by his given name.

"I want to apologize about the other night. I was drunk and stupid…really fucking stupid and you didn't deserve that from me."

Okay, not what I expected at all. "Thank you. I appreciate it, but you didn't know who I was."

"Didn't matter. You said 'No' and I was a dick about it. Even if you weren't my brother's ol' lady and you were a bang bunny or even one of our Hellions, no is no. Just so you know I'm sorry about that." He actuality looked contrite and I felt his apology was sincere. I just wondered how much Daryl had to do with it.

Maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought he was.

"Thank you, Sugar. You're not as much of a jackass as I thought you were." The smile I gave him as genuine.

Sugar burst out laughing. "I like you. Trax…Daryl did good claiming you. Welcome to the family, sugar…nope that don't fit. You ain't one of those. You're gonna be…Sweetcheeks," he said with a smile.

"I'll take that as a compliment," I said giving him what I thought was going to be a quick hug…but it wasn't. Sugar held onto to me longer than was comfortable. Just when I thought I may be able to like him he makes me feels weird again. I pushed myself away from him and saw Daryl staring at us with a scowl on his face.

He was an incredible sight. He had on my favorite pair of his worn jeans that molded themselves to strong legs. As always, he wore a shirt with the sleeves cut off but instead of his usual black, this one was gunmetal gray that brought out the blue in his eyes. He proudly wore his Road Devils cut like every other guy in the room. But what I loved the most was how he was standing looking at me.

Those perfect arms of his were crossed over his chest causing his biceps and triceps and every single delicious arm muscle he had to bulge and stand out. He wasn't like Diesel or Striker who worked out at the gym all the time, Daryl was beautiful toned by hard work. He had muscles that were meant to be used and not shown off.

God, I loved his man.

My heart spoke before my brain realized what it was saying. I loved Daryl. I was finally admitting to myself how I felt about him. I had fallen head over heels in love with a biker and as scared as I was of that before, I was no longer. Even though I fought it, I knew from that first second I saw him, that he was the only guy I wanted.

And he wanted me.

Daryl strutted toward me and I met him halfway. He laid a kiss on me that had me wrapping my legs around his waist and not giving a damn who was in the room watching us. The hooting and hollering I heard from his club brothers made me blush. I laid my head on his shoulder taking in the smell that was one hundred percent Daryl…motor oil, a hint of tobacco, and just him. Not anything I ever thought I would be attracted to but I was. So much so that, I switched his every night with mine so I could smell him while I slept. If he realized I did that, he never let on.

"I want you now," he growled into my ear with that raspy voice that always caused my lady parts to wake up. And they were very awake right now.

This was our first time apart for the majority of the day, not to mention I was up too early for any morning wakeup sex. We were both usually starved for each other.

I let my legs drop back down onto the floor and I lifted eyes to meet his. I smiled at him at the same time I grabbed the obvious large bulge in his jeans. "Then what are we waiting for," I purred giving him a strong squeeze.

Daryl grabbed my hand and we bolted for the stairs. When we got outside of our room he pushed me up against the wall crushing his mouth to mine. It was a hard demanding kiss that instantly had me submitting to him. Barely a minute ago, I was fine talking to his brother but now I was desperately wet for him.

While his mouth controlled mine, I felt his hands pull my work t-shirt that had "Angel Cakes" written across my chest out of my jeans and pushed it up. His strong hand squeezed my breast several times causing me to moan into his mouth.

He then used both of his hands to push my bra up so that I was bare to him or anyone around us, which luckily no one was. His mouth quickly left mine and before I could protest, I felt him suck my nipple into his mouth.

"Ah fuck, Daryl," I moaned. From day one he knew what I liked before I even knew it. I had never had a guy be rough with me the way Daryl was. He wasn't abusive or over the top, it was just a different kind of sex than I had before…and it was exactly what I had been missing all my life.

His mouth devoured me. If he wasn't strongly sucking on my nipple he was teasing it with his teeth. His hand played with the other one as he rolled my hard little bud between his fingers. A few sharp tugs had me loudly groaning.

I opened my eyes and saw a guy leaning against the opposite wall watching us. His eyes locked on mine and the corner of his lip turned up in a sexy smile. I should have been ashamed or screamed but I did neither. It was crazy but it turned me on, even more, having him watch us.

He didn't leave nor did I ask Daryl to stop. This was so damn exciting.

Finally, Daryl let my breasts go. He leaned his arms against the wall trapping me between them. We both were breathing heavily. The guy was still there watching us and Daryl never gave any indication that he knew he was there until he said, "Brother, find your own fuckin' woman." He dragged me into the room slamming the door behind us.

"You like him watching me suck on your tit?" he demanded.

I didn't know what to say. Did I like that? I certainly didn't tell him to get the hell out of there or even say anything to Daryl. I was trying not to have to admit, that yeah much to my surprise I liked it.

"Sophie, answer my fuckin' question." He wasn't yelling at me even though he was being firm and demanding. He wasn't mad, he was just really turned on like I was.

"Yes," I admitted. "Never thought I would, but it was hot with your mouth on me and that guy wishing it was his."

Daryl grasped my t-shirt by the collar and ripped it off me. "No one's ever gonna get what's mine."

"I'm only yours," I told him as my bra dropped to the ground.

The only moment of calm in the room was when Daryl slipped off his cut and hung it on the chair. After that, our shoes and clothes went flying until we were both naked on the bed with Daryl between my legs with his fingers finding my sex.

"I can smell you, babe. Fuck, you are soaking wet."

Daryl had his moments with talking dirty. He didn't do it all the time, but when he did it took me to another dimension. I know this is going to be one of those times. "You make me this way, baby. Only you," I purred.

I can't help the little scream that pops out as he shoves two fingers inside of me. It gets crazier once I feel his tongue flick against my clit. It's heaven and hell. I want him to go faster but slow down at the same time. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God," is coming out of me like a chant.

Every nerve I have is on fire. I am so in need to come that I am clawing at the sheets desperate for my release. I feel his tongue leave me but it's quickly replaced by the pad of his thumb. I open my eyes to see him watching me.

"You're mine, Sophie. Don't you ever forget that," he tells me as his hand is still wreaking havoc on my body.

"Always, baby. Always." How can he ever doubt that? His touch is the only one I want. It's the only one I crave. I cursed getting that flat tire that day now I know instead it the best thing that ever happened to me. We still may have met since my cousin is Diesel's ol' lady, but who knows if we would have found our way to each other.

Timing is everything.

He flashes me one of the sexiest smiles I have ever seen before his mouth claims my clit again. This time it was hard, greedy, and unrelenting. More and more. Harder and harder. My only choice was to surrender to the toxic mix of pleasure and pain that had every inch of me knotted in ecstasy.

My back arched off the bed as I screamed my release. Daryl's tongue did not stop as he was determined to carry me through every second of pleasure. My body had barely stopped shaking when he moved quickly repositioning himself over me. His hands pushed my legs back opening my body for him. With one solid thrust, he was buried deep inside of me.

I barely held back another scream.

He was so big that he filled every inch of me. Daryl moved slowly at first surprising me after being so hard before. He leaned down to kiss me as his hips kept moving. "You taste yourself on me?"

"I do. It's kind of hot," I admit.

"Everything about you…" he starts to say, "…is fuckin' hot." The word hot is emphasized with a stronger thrust. He's picking up the pace.

I'm barely off the incredible wave he had me crashing down from when I feel another one quickly building. He's the only man that can make me come while having sex. I'm now a firm believer that size so does fucking matter. At least in this position, it does.

"Together, we're fucking hot. We were made for each other...no one…else," I moan barely able to get the words out.

Now we turn into wild animals. He's pistoning in and out of me like his life depends upon it. The headboard of the bed is slamming against the wall until I'm sure it's going break. All I can get out is an "Oh…oh" before I once again lose all control of my body as I am thrown into another mind-blowing orgasm.

I barely hear through my oblivion Daryl letting out a long, loud groan as he comes inside of me. When he's done his sweat-soaked body collapses on top of mine. Neither of us even attempt to move for several minutes. His head is resting on my shoulder as we both struggle to catch our breaths.

"Wow, just fucking wow," I finally sigh.

Daryl rolls off me to sit on the edge of the bed. I watch him take the condom off before heading to the bathroom to get rid of it. When the hell did he have time to put that on?

He crawls over me and I snuggle up against him still coming down from that intense high. Daryl kisses my head before saying, "Fuckin' wow is right. Never had this with anyone before. Just you, babe. Just you."

"I don't think I've ever come so hard before. It's just gets better and better with us. Doesn't it?" I know it does, but I need to hear it from him. That he's feeling the same thing I am. He's claimed me as his. No one in the club can toucher me, but does he love me?

He has done so much for me. And pushed for us even when I fought him, how could I not fall in love with this man? He held my heart in his strong, callused hands. Will he ever trust me with his? I'm praying that someday he will.

"It will continue to get better not that I can see how that is even fuckin' possible as we try new shit. We've only been fuckin' for a couple of days."

"New shit, like what?" I asked him sitting up on my elbow. He's got me very curious now.

A hint of a smile appeared briefly on his handsome face. "Like fuckin' you in the shower… or on your hands and knees or on my bike or on the pool table or…"

"Whoa. Back up there. On the pool table? Like downstairs pool table?" I was good with everything else and I even had a few ideas of my own, but the pool table in the game room? Where everyone could see?

"Don't tell me you didn't get off with Blade watching me suck your tit? You said you did."

Okay, that's who the guy was. I can't say that it didn't give me an extra thrill knowing he was there. But could I do more on purpose knowing that people were watching me? I just don't know.

"But Daryl, that's a whole lot different him seeing a boob then people watching us have sex." I know he may be used to this kind of stuff, but I wasn't.

"Babe, we wouldn't be having sex on the pool table," he laughed.

Now I was totally confused. Wasn't that what we were talking about? "Then what would we be doing?"

I felt his hot breath on my ear as he said softly, "Fuckin'. A good old fashion hard fuckin'." I didn't know if it was his words or his deep raspy voice that sent shivers all the way down my spine. I shouldn't want it. I shouldn't even be considering it, but damn he sure made that sound like something at some time I may like to try.

Daryl was certainly making me come out of my shell, that's for sure.

I turned and looked up into his expressive blue eyes. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's not no, it's just not yet. Hell, I haven't even gotten comfortable living here with all of this testosterone and half-naked women that are here. My life has changed so much in this last week, let's put the public fucking on the back burner for a bit. Okay?"

That earned me a smile from my biker. "Hey, I had another idea."

"Great," I said with an exaggerated eye roll. "Where now? Sex on the counter at the bakery or maybe we just go at it in the middle of the street?"

"Hey, that old lady…what's her name? The one that liked me."

"Mrs. Topper?" That woman was a hoot.

"Yeah, her. I bet she'd like to watch me take you on the counter." I know he was teasing me, but his tone was serious as were the fingers he had playing with my exposed nipple. I mean I think he was teasing me.

I shook my head at him, "No baby, Mrs. Topper, who's at least eighty years old, would probably knock me out with that cane of hers so she could have you all to herself. She's feistier than she lets on."

"Oh hell, no. Why the fuck did I ever bring that up? There's no way she's ever getting anywhere my dick," Daryl cringed.

"That's right, no one except me is touching, sucking, licking, or fucking that dick. It belongs to me. Got it?" I swear if I see one Hellion or any of those weekend bang bunnies near him or it, there's gonna be trouble. Big trouble.

Daryl placed a kiss on the side of my head. "This is new for me. I never wanted one chick. I liked variety and no commitments, but you went and fucked that up on me."

"I did, did I?"

"Totally fucked it up," he said dead serious.

Even though I was pretty sure where we stood, he had me questioning it since his face showed not one bit of a smile. He had that stern pissed off look that he had perfected.

"Well, in that case, I can pack up my shit and leave you to those easy skanks downstairs if you like. I mean if one woman isn't good enough…"

Next thing I knew he was on top of me with his heavy body weight pressing me into the mattress. "I didn't say I didn't like it, just that you fucked it up. Forty-one years, I did what I wanted, when I wanted. Besides the club, I didn't give a shit about anyone but me. Like any brother here, I fucked who I wanted when I wanted, and then they were gone."

"You want me gone?" I asked looking up at him. Daryl could be hard to read at times. There was still plenty I needed to get to know about him. Hell, I didn't even know what his favorite food was, but I did know that we fit. I was pretty confident where I stood with him, but I also wanted to hear it.

I needed to.

Daryl rolled off me lying on his side of the bed with a knee cocked. "Hell no, that's the fucked up part. I always wanted them gone. No need for them to stay around and get clingy, but with you it's different. I don't want you gone."

"Am I clingy?"

"Only in bed and if you weren't I'd be yanking you next to me anyway. Never wanted this until you. Now I can't imagine it any other way. You fucked up my life, woman…but in a good way."

He put tears in my eyes. I had a very rough around the edges biker and that was the sweetest thing he ever said. I put my hand on his scruffy cheek. "I'm happy I'm the one who fucked up your life because you fucked up mine too. The last thing I wanted when I moved back to Georgia was to get involved with someone. After what I had just gone through with my ex-boyfriend, I had planned on taking a nice long break from men. I swear I was barely in this state for an hour and we were in that backseat having sex like there was no tomorrow."

I loved the smile that spread over his face. "That was a damned good afternoon. Knew I should have gotten your phone number, but I was a dumbass thinking you'd never want to see me again. I couldn't get you outta my damn head."

"And look at us now," I laughed.

If you would have told me that when I left Kansas I was going to end up an ol' lady to a biker in a motorcycle club, I would have stayed in Kansas no matter how much I hated it there. So far this wasn't anything like I expected. The fear I had about this life wasn't there. Maybe it depended on who you were with? Daryl wasn't exactly like Diesel.

My only complaint was I didn't see how we could keep living in this room. I know I needed to get out and get to know the guys better, but without Daryl, I wasn't really comfortable in the clubhouse yet. Maybe I just needed more time.