Page 92 of Skid
Dalton began to kiss down my chest, biting through my bra into my nipple and working my jeans and panties down my legs as he lowered himself onto his knees in front of me. I looked down at him, and his hypnotic blue eyes met mine. This powerful man, who was respected and feared by many, was kneeling at my feet, waiting to show me unimaginable pleasures, and I asked myself silently, how did I get so lucky?
“I love you,” I whispered.
He smiled before replying, “I love you too.”
He pressed his face into my center and swiped his tongue through my wet folds. My knees nearly buckled as he flicked and sucked my clit, pushing me closer and closer to release. I gripped into his hair as he lifted one leg over his shoulder and pushed two thick fingers into me.
Faster and faster, he pumped his fingers into me as my orgasm pushed closer to the surface. A well-placed bite on my clit had me erupting into euphoria, and Dalton grabbed onto my hips to keep me from falling as I shook through muffled moans.
When he rang the last drop from me, he stood, and his beard was drenched with my juices. He ran his hand down his beard and licked the palm of his hand as his heated eyes locked onto mine. I went to lower to my knees when he stopped me.
“I need to be inside you,” he clarified and stepped closer to me.
His hard cock was peeking out of his pants, and I grasped the shaft and pumped my hand a few times. He took my hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing my wrist. Dalton reached under my thighs and lifted me, placing my back against the trunk of the tree as he let the head of his cock brush against my wet lips.
“Please,” I begged, and he lowered me as he pushed his hips up, filling me with his enormous shaft.
His head came to rest against my shoulder as he pumped his hips, working deeper into me until our pelvises were pushed together. Dalton brought his gaze back to me as he worked himself faster and harder into me. I bounced against the tree and gripped into his shoulders as our panted moans filled the air.
“Oh . . . oh, fuck,” I muttered as I felt his curls rubbing my clit, pulling me into another orgasm.
“Fuck, yes, Grace. Show your old man how much you like being fucked. Come on my cock,” he urged and slammed his mouth to mine.
I moaned and whimpered as stars lit up behind my eyes. Electricity shot through me, and every nerve ending fired, forcing my body to convulse and twitch as he fucked me faster. Slapping skin echoed around us, and I dug my nails into his cut as he slammed his hips into mine, finding his own release.
He hugged me closer to him, and I felt his heart beating strong against my chest as we caught our breath. Pulling back, he smiled at me and pecked me on the nose. Biting my lip, I smiled at him as he retracted his still hard shaft from me and gently placed me onto unsteady feet. I could feel him slipping from me as he helped me redress.
After we had our clothes back on, he took me by the hand and led me back to the clubhouse. The party was still in full swing, and when we exited the clubhouse to the front where everyone was, another round of cheers erupted. I hid my face in his arm, and he wrapped it around me and whispered, “Don’t hide, darlin’. You have nothing to be ashamed about.”
I looked up at him and acknowledged, “I know.”
We smiled like fools at each other as we rejoined the gathering. Dalton went to speak with James as I visited with Elise, Aubrey, and Amaya. Devlin was nearby, speaking with Gunner, and Hayden was practically glued to Aubrey’s side.
Monroe was standing off to the side of the party, watching but not engaging, and I worried about him. We were becoming friends, and he’d designed a beautiful tattoo for me that we had planned to do next week. There were times he would call and check on me, asking if I’d heard about Iris, the little girl they saved from The Community party.
He told me about her bad dreams and how difficult it was when he had to turn her over to the state. There was no record of her, and a name was all she knew about herself. I feared how long they had brainwashed her, but he said she never showed inappropriate actions toward him, so I believed she might have been spared the worst of their manipulations.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to the group, and they nodded as I stepped away and walked to Monroe.
He smiled sadly at me and finished off his beer as I sat down in a chair next to him.
“How are you doing?” I inquired, and he leaned back, sighing.
“I wish Callahan had some information on Iris, but he said they’re still waiting on her DNA results.”
I pursed my lips and made eye contact with a watchful Dalton. He smiled and nodded to me before turning back to his conversation. We all knew Monroe was struggling with what happened, and his worry about Iris was honorable.
“Have you seen her?” I asked, but he shook his head and leaned over, resting his forearms on his knees.
“They said until they can figure out who she belongs to, it would be more confusing to her to have me around.” His voice was filled with anger, and I could see the pain across his face. Meeting Iris and having her attach to him so quickly was taking a toll on him.
“I call bullshit, but you know the state does things their own way.”
I sat with him as the party raged on and silently watched the group. They were an unexpected group of men who found each other, creating a dysfunctional family that loved deeply and protected without mercy. To the outside world, they were outlaws. To me, they were family.
I patted Monroe on the back and told him, “I’m going to get another beer. Do you want one?”
He nodded. “Thanks, Grace.”
