Hard Ride (Filthy Dirty Desires)

Within moments, I’m straddling him. It’s like his body is in tune with mine. He presses the head of his dick along my entrance, and my body welcomes it, easing down on his thickness in one smooth movement. He hisses, looking down at where we’re joined.

I moan out his name when he guides my hips up and down his length.

“Betty, fuck,” he growls out. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

I’m kind of feeling the same way, but I don’t voice that sentiment. Instead, I repeat his name over and over like my personal mantra. Like saying his name somehow brings me closer to him.

I kind of feel like it does.

He pumps in and out of me, gripping my ass so hard I’ll have his marks. It turns me on more, and I meet him thrust for thrust.

My nerve endings tingle and I can’t tell which way is up or down as he continues to fuck me, making me his woman.

“You’re mine, Betty,” he says. “Mine.” He rams up inside me. “Mine.” A shudder passes through his frame. “Mine.”

He reaches between our bodies, pressing the pad of his thumb to my clit and my body reacts almost violently, splintering in two, my orgasm hitting me so fast and hard I can barely keep up. My heart feels like a battering ram smashing against my ribcage with such force I can barely contain it all.

“So fucking needy,” he tells me, his body moving faster now. He leans his forehead against mine, gripping me tighter. “You’re mine,” he grits out as his orgasm takes over, turning him into a beast of a man while he gets off.

So feral.

So primitive.

So completely mine.

I don’t know what all of this means exactly, but I know I’m not ashamed to be seen with him.

I’ll need to tell my father.

Six

Silas

* * *

I’ve been sneaking around town with Betty for about a week now. The first few days after claiming her as mine when we left The Hungry Grocer, I didn’t mind. I knew she needed time to get used to the idea of what being my woman would entail.

As I sit here at the table, waiting for my Legendary Villains brothers to come together for our weekly meeting, I can’t help wondering how Betty’s getting along at work.

Even though she brushed it off, I still don’t like the way her new boss looked at her the other day. It pissed me off so badly that I had to claim Betty that day, so there was no doubting how I felt about her.

And I’m sure she knows how serious I am about her. Because I’ve never felt this way about anyone.

Betty is it for me.

Now I just need to keep convincing her of that fact until I marry her and make her my girl forever.

“You’ve got hearts in your eyes,” Dragon, always the first to show up at club meetings, says to me.

“I can’t stop thinking about her. Like I physically miss her when she’s not around.”

Dragon stares at me, mouth hanging open like I’ve been possessed. “Dude, don’t let anyone else hear you say that shit.”

I have no shame in my feelings for Betty. She’s my woman. “I’m in love.”

Dragon fingers his thick beard. “You’re not in love. You’re just pussy whipped.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s love. Pure love.”

He smacks me on the top of the head. “Did you fall down? Or something? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Love,” I say as I slap him back. “One day, you’ll fall in love too.”

Dragon shakes his head, his brown eyes appalled. “No, I never will.”

I laugh, staring at my younger brother. “You will. And you’ll act just like I am.”

“Doubt it.” He sits in the chair across from me. “Did you hear from Lewis?”

I shake my head. “Hasn’t called.”

“Maybe we should call him. I’m thinking about going down to the Golden Snakes and asking around.”

“Like hell you will.” I won’t let my only brother take on a job like that. “I’ll do it.”

He shakes his head. “It’s too dangerous.”

I lean back in my chair. “Fuck you. I’m the president and older brother. You think I’m gonna let you do this?”

Dragon raises a brow. “Yeah, but I’m more of a badass than you are.”

I laugh, knowing he’s joking. “Yeah fucking right. When the rest of the guys get here, we’ll figure it all out.”

As if by magic, the rest of the guys show up, entering the room one at a time.

Henley, Duke, Blaze, and Jagger take a seat, each of them ready to figure out how we get our name out of the mud.

“Silas is thinking he’ll head into the Golden Snakes compound and ask around,” Dragon informs them.

“You should take someone along with you,” Henley says.

I nod, knowing Henley’s right. “You want to come with?” I ask him.