The Outlaw's Dirty Dancer (9 page)

He moved his finger around her back hole, worked the gel right inside her back entrance, and then pushed one thick digit into her body. There was pressure, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Then he added another finger. He stretched those digits,
scissored
them inside of her, and was making sure she could take his big dick. Darra didn’t know how long he had done this for, but she grew soft and pliant for him, and soon that uncomfortable sensation of having something back there
vanished,
and this pleasurable taboo feeling took its place.

“All right, baby, get ready.”
He slipped from her bottom and gripped her hips. His fingers were slick from the lube and warmed from being inside of her. The tip of his dick pressed against her asshole, and she tensed.
“
Shh
, nice and easy.
It’s going to feel so fucking good, so tight and hot, and you’re going to come for me again as my balls slap that hard little clit of yours.” Slowly he pushed into her, and water formed in the corner of her eyes from the burn of having the bulbous head of his shaft stretching that tight ring of muscle. Finally he popped through the opening, and all the lubrication had him sliding in an inch. He hissed, and she gasped.

To have something that big in her ass took her breath
away,
and the sensation of being full was an understatement. Thank God he didn’t just shove into her like he had her pussy. He continued to push inside. When she didn’t think he could go any further he slid in one more inch, and the feel of his nuts slapping against her soaked and sensitive pussy had a moan leaving her.

“You doing okay, baby?”

She couldn’t answer, so instead she nodded frantically.

Brick pulled out and pushed back in. He went a little faster each time, added a little more pressure on her hips with his fingers with each thrust, and went harder every time she cried out. He was right. The feel of his balls slapping against her labia and clit was sending her right over the edge once more, and quickly. But it was only when he slipped his hand up her back, gripped the back of her neck until she could feel the tips of his long fingers brush the edge of her jaw, that Darra finally came. She slammed her ass back against him, loved that he cursed and growled out filthy things. He might have control of her, but only because she allowed him that control. The pleasure this time around was different, and when her orgasm lessened she felt Brick pull out of her ass quickly, heard the sound of him tearing off the latex, and felt him move closer to her once more.

“Look at me. Look at what you fucking do to me.” She was going to look over her shoulder, but in a powerful move he flipped her onto her back, kicked her legs apart with his knees, and started stroking himself.

 
Darra knew her eyes were wide as she watched him run his palm up and down his cock. It was the sight of his muscles flexing and bunching, of his lips parting, and of the guttural sound that came from him that had her reaching up to pull at her nipples. He was just so strong, so alpha, and so very male.

“That’s it. Play with your fucking
titties
. Pull your nipples until it hurts, baby.”

She did as he said, and then he was throwing his head back and groaning so deeply that she felt it move through her body. Despite his head being thrown back, he had his eyes slightly open and watched her. It was such an erotic sight, one that told her he couldn’t take his eyes off of her even though pleasure coursed through him. He came
hard,
and great white arcs of his cum shot out of the tip of his shaft and landed right on her belly. All she could do was watch in stunned pleasure as his orgasm seemed to go on and on, and he seemed almost lost in the sensation of it.

Her stomach and chest were covered in his semen, and not even thinking, just wanting the scent and feel of him further on her, she lifted her hands and rubbed the slick fluid over her breasts. A deep groan left him as he watched her, but he didn’t stop stroking himself even after nothing else came from the tip of his erection. She rubbed his cum all over her breasts and belly, and then slipped her hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit. God, she was going to come again with the image of Brick above her, the feel of his
jizz
all over her body, and of the sound of him groaning surrounding her. And then it was her turn to throw her head back and moan as she came, and Brick watched the whole thing, and she swore she saw his animal flash across his face.

After her orgasm faded he moved on top of her, but braced himself on his hands beside her head. His short hair was slick with sweat, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was haggard. Darra had never seen such an act of…raw masculinity before.

“Christ, Darra.” His eyes were still closed. “I have never come like that in my life.” He slowly shook his head, and when he opened his eyes she saw something different in the dark depths. She couldn’t quite place it, but it was almost a freedom. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and the act seemed so gentle and intimate, even after what they had just done.

Brick got off the bed and she watched him walk out into the hallway. Even in the bad lighting she saw the large tattoo that covered one entire shoulder blade. It was the same design as the patch on the back of his cut. He was gone for a few minutes, and the exhaustion started to set in. Between her thighs was sore, and she knew tomorrow would bring on a whole new level of discomfort, but strangely enough she wanted to feel that pain, because the memory of why she was like that was a pleasurable one. She hadn’t moved, and when he came back in the room and slipped onto the bed with her, it wasn’t to lie beside her, but to use the warm, wet rag he had in his hand to clean off the cum from her belly and chest. It was such a tender act and one that had her heart palpating. He tossed the rag into a hamper in the corner of the room, and only then did he move in bed beside her and pull her close to his body. With her back to his chest, his arm around her stomach, and his face buried in the crook of her neck, Darra felt safe and secure, and so very well cared for. For several minutes they didn’t say anything, and the only sound was of their combined breathing.

“I didn’t scare you, did I?” Brick said softly and ran the pads of his fingers along her belly.

“Yes, but in a good way.” Looking over her shoulder and smiling, she hoped he realized that what had happened between them was so very good.

He smiled in return, and it seemed so strange seeing the gesture. Brick always had this hard mask in place, and seeing him smile was like looking at a different man. He leaned in and kissed her, and the taste and smell of the toothpaste he had just used slipped along her taste buds. She couldn’t help but chuckle at that thought.

“What?” He murmured against her mouth, clearly not going to relinquish the hold he had on her mouth with his own.

“You actually brushed your teeth?” She felt him smile, and then he dipped his tongue between the
seam
of her lips.

“Baby, it took a lot of control not to kiss you while I fucked you.” He deepened the kiss. Well, at least he was all for hygiene, and she couldn’t say she wasn’t glad he had at least done that after what he had licked. That thought had her growing warm all over, but she was so sore, and as much as she wanted to go for round two, her body begged for sleep. Brick broke the kiss and repositioned her so they were chest-to-chest.

The urge to close her eyes was strong, but the urge to stay in this moment nearly overpowered her exhaustion.

 
“I have to go to Utah for a few days, but I’ll be
back
Saturday.” He ran his fingers through her hair in a soothing, slow manner. “I’m going to have a prospect keep an eye on you.”

Darra leaned back so she could look in his face. “Brick, I don’t need a babysitter. I’ve been doing fine on my own for longer than I can remember.”

He didn’t crack a smile, just brushed his thumb under her eye, down her cheek, and across her bottom lip. “I know, baby, but you’re mine now, and I don’t think I have to tell you that my life isn’t full of flowers and candy. I have enemies that…let’s just say for my own peace of mind I would appreciate if a prospect could stay with you.”

Darra should have gotten annoyed by this, but how could she when the only reason he was doing it was because he cared for her and wanted her to be safe? Darra was independent in all aspects of her life, but she also wasn’t a feminist, and having someone that actually wanted her safe made her feel really good. “Okay.” She rested her head on his chest again and closed her eyes.

“Good.” He held her a bit tighter, and they grew silent once more, but she could feel that he hadn’t relaxed, and she knew there was something else on his mind.

“What’s wrong?” Not lifting her head from his chest because her exhaustion was too high, she waited for him to speak.

“We need to talk about the whole stripper thing.”

Darra exhaled and pulled away. Propping herself up on elbow, she stared at him. “What about it? I don’t like the job, but unfortunately there isn’t anyone hiring someone with my kind of degree, and working as a waitress wouldn’t bring in nearly enough for me to pay my bills.” He was silent, but there was that damn hard look on his face again. “I wish I was doing something else, I really do, Brick, but until something opens up in Steel Corner, I’d have to go to a bigger city to find work with my degree. And I don’t want to live in a city. That’s why I moved here, to start my life, but obviously it didn’t go as planned.”

“I don’t want you working at
Summer’s
anymore.”

It was like he hadn’t heard a single thing she had just said. Now it was Darra’s turn to take on a hard look. “Brick, I just told you my situation. Besides, you can’t just order me around. That’s my job, and how I make a living.” She pushed up, but didn’t care about her nudity. Because really, what did it matter now, even if Brick decided he wanted to ruin this post-euphoric high she was in.

“I can, and I will, Darra. You’re my female now, and no female of mine will be fucking stripping in front of a roomful of horny bastards.” His words were a growl, and so damn arrogant that she started to get pissed.

“First off, no man tells me what to do, even if I don’t want to work there—”

“Baby, I’m not a goddamned man, I’m a fucking
male
. I’m a bear shifter and a member of the Grizzly MC. You’re
mine
now, and I don’t want you working at any fucking strip club.”
 

Darra became furious, because if he would have brought this up in a whole different manner, told her how much he didn’t like her working there instead of ordering her to quit without even thinking about how in the hell she was supposed to support herself, well, then, maybe Darra wouldn’t have gotten so angry. Of course she knew he was this overbearing alpha male, but that didn’t mean that this wasn’t a give and take relationship. She climbed out of bed in search of her clothes, but before she even made it one step Brick wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back on the bed.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He trailed kisses along her throat, but Darra was still so angry. “I’m an asshole that likes to get my way in all things. I also have never done the relationship thing before. I’m trying, though, fucking hell, I’m trying to do this right.”

This was so new, for both of them, and although they hadn’t known each other for more than a week, and everything seemed to be moving at light speed, it also felt like it had taken her a long time to get to this point in her life.
 

 
“I should have talked to you about it,” he said deeply against her neck. “I don’t want you to leave.” He rolled onto his back and took her with him.

Darra was sprawled across his chest, and looking down at his face, hearing and feeling this man admit he was wrong, had the fight draining from her. Maybe she shouldn’t have given in so easily, but God, he looked up at her like her leaving might very well be the same as drilling a knife into his gut.

“What if I could get you a job doing what you went to school for?
Would you quit stripping then?” He had changed his voice. It wasn’t so harsh and angry, but more complacent.

She continued to look down at him, felt him trail his hands up and down her back, and rolled her eyes. “Are you always like this?”

He lifted his hips so she could feel his arousal. “Baby, yeah, and so much more.”

 
There was no apology in his expression, but then again she had known what she was getting into when she decided to go for it and start this with Brick.