Then, when she’s come, her pussy clamping down hard around my cock. When she’s sweaty and messy. When she’s come down from her release and her legs twitch around my hips, only then do I bury myself deep inside of her and come—hard.
I fill her with my release, hoping that it moves, that it plants my baby deep inside of her. Hoping that it binds her to me for fucking life. As addicted to her as I am, I am also possessive and jealous. I don’t want anyone thinking they could have a moment with her. I don’t want her thinking that she could ever leave me.
She can’t.
She’s mine.
PAMELA
“I’ll only be gone a few days, a week tops. We’re going in and getting out. Nothing fancy,” Dylan explains.
His hands cup my cheeks and I watch him, wondering if this is destined to be my life. Always watching as he leaves me for an undetermined amount of time, then hoping he returns in one piece. It’s dramatic, I know, but it is also reality.
“Stay inside until it’s done. I don’t want you wandering around.”
“You don’t think?” I ask as my gaze flicks around the empty desert land around us.
Just like the clubhouse in California, this one is isolated. Except, instead of being surrounded by trees and forest, we’re surrounded by desert. Both are equally as deadly and scary in my opinion. Terrifying, actually.
“I don’t,” he says, breaking my fearful thoughts that have found their way inside of my head.
This whole time, I have felt safe. I know that Riot could be out there, but with the men here, with Dylan always close, it never occurred to me that he could actually get to me.
I’m naïve, I know that he could find his way to me if he wanted to, but I’m also under no illusion that he cares for me in the slightest, other than just to take me because of a need to control. I was his, in Riot’s eyes he owned me, therefore the fact that the Beasts have me could piss him off tremendously.
That would be the only reason he would ever even give a shit about me at all. To prove that he can take me and he will.
War.
It’s ugly and brutal and my father loves every second of it. It’s why he started it with the Beasts in the first place. But he didn’t take into account that the Beasts have no taste for it. He didn’t think they’d just show up, shoot shit up and burn it to the fucking ground in a matter of seconds, and they did.
It was terrifying, glorious, and beautiful, all at the same time to see the Donkey Puncher clubhouse aflame. But my father and a few of his men escaped, mainly because they’re cowards and they ran. They weren’t going to stand there and fight, not when they were on the losing side.
“What happens after this?” I ask.
Dylan watches me for a moment, then his lips curve up into a grin. “We live the sweet life, Sunny. Until the next battle, that is.”
“There’s always something, isn’t there?”
He hums, closing the distance between us, my cheeks still nestled in his palms, then his lips brush mine once before he speaks.
“Yeah, there is, but it’s all good, baby.”
“Is it?” I ask, unsure that I want this version of the sweet life forever.
Battles and wars, blood, death, and whatever else is coming my way. I’m not sure if I’m down with that and I realize that’s what Dragon was really asking me when he wanted to know if I wanted to stay or build another life.
Dylan lifts his head, his eyes find mine and they connect. He watches me for a moment and shakes his head once. “It’s all good, Sunny,” he says, his voice firm and unwavering. “I got you, always. There is nothing to worry about, ever.”
I know his words are meant to comfort me, but they don’t, because all I can think about is the fact that there are a hundred other clubs as bad or worse than my father’s. And eventually they’ll want to hash it out, they’ll want something that the Beasts have.
They’ll want territory, trade, something and it will start another war, then another, and finally another until there’s nothing left but bloody bodies.
“Nothing to worry about, Pammy, yeah?”
Pushing those thoughts deep down inside, I stuff them as far down and away as possible. He doesn’t need this right before he leaves and I sure as shit don’t need to think about it day in and day out, I’ll just drive myself fucking crazy.
The fact that war is always just right around the corner is the life, and I’ve chosen it. I’ve chosen to be at Dylan’s side. I could have left and I could have never slept with him. But the fact is that I stayed and I opened myself up to him. I accepted this, I practically begged for it and there is no going back now.
“Nothing to worry about, Dylan,” I say, giving him a watery smile.
“Can’t call you while I’m gone, no phone, but I’ll be home soon as I can.”
Without another word, he dips down, touches his mouth to mine then releases me as he takes a step backward. He turns around and I watch him jog toward a waiting pickup truck. Along with not having a phone, he’s also not allowed to ride his bike. He’s still very much on their short leash and honestly, it makes me feel a bit more comfortable. He’ll be safe.
“It’s going to be okay,” a voice says next to me.
I turn my head and am surprised to see Gisele standing next to me. She gives me a smile and jerks her head toward the clubhouse. “How about a drink?”
I should say no, drinking isn’t really my thing, but I really
