Damaged & Dangerous: The Sacred Hearts MC Book VI (24 page)

Dani…

It took a while for me to settle, for the tears to subside
as Thirteen held me. He held me sitting on his lap; my face buried in the side
of his neck and my hair hiding my face until the strands were nearly dry. He
rocked me, and just waited out the storm inside my heart, inside my head. It
took a long damned time but he didn’t seem to care.

“I love you, Dani,” he murmured into the crown of my head,
his breath warm, “I love you and this shit is fucking killing me. Seeing you
hurting, holding you but not being able to do a damned thing else to fix it.”

I’d fallen quiet, exhausted, but his voice, his words gave
me strength.

“You are fixing it,” I said softly, “Just by being here, by
holding me, you are fixing it.” I settled against his body, tired, so tired.
Mentally, especially emotionally, and even physically to a certain extent. The
tattoo on my back having long since dried, the skin pulling taut and in dire
need of attention, but I just couldn’t bring myself to leave the shelter of his
arms. At least not yet.

A soft knock at the door had me glancing in that direction.
Blue and Cell stood by. Cell covered in dirt and Blue with a pot of moisturizer
in his hands. I tried for a smile in their direction but it came out a wan,
miserable thing and I gave up the effort rather quickly.

“Dani, you okay to have your back looked at?” Thirteen
asked.

“Do you have to let me go?” I asked in return. Blue shook
his head and pointed at himself.

“Nah Babe, not as long as you let Blue have a look, put
something on it…” Duracell leaned against the door and gave me a crooked grin.
I nodded against Thirteen’s neck and with a little maneuvering we got my back
exposed, keeping the towel covering everything else vital to me.

Blue knelt by the side of the bed and I jumped despite how
gentle and careful the first touch of his fingers were. The moisturizer he
spread thick on my skin was deliciously cool and welcome. My skin was thirsty
for it. Once done, he capped the pot and set it on the bedside table.

“Church in twenty, you want I should see if you can get a
pass?” Duracell asked from the door way.

“Yeah Man, thanks.” Blue smiled and nodded and the two men
left, shutting the door behind them. Thirteen and I were alone again, only this
time there was no one to pass by the open bedroom door. It was simply he and I.

“Kay Baby, let’s get better settled.”

We wound up with Thirteen on his back, my body draped over
his, my back laden with the greasy ointment open to the air and
off
the
sheets. I rested my ear on the center of his chest, which was still marred by
discoloration, the skin almost permanently stained in a way from where he’d
been shot. Thirteen assured me it no longer hurt and seemed quite content with
the arrangement of our bodies. One of his hands palmed the back of my head and
he pinched the tense muscles at the base of my skull with forefinger and thumb,
massaging the tension away. His other hand palming the outside of my thigh.

I lay with my eyes closed, listening to the steady rhythm of
his heart, the ebb and flow of its beat reminding me of a time when I was a
girl on a distant shore, holding a shell to my ear at my grandfather’s urging
to hear the ocean waves. It had been stormy, and we’d stood in a shop that sold
the shells… I had longed to return to the sea on a calm sunny day pretty much
ever since.

“Thirteen?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah, Honey?” His hand stroked absently up and down the
outside of my leg and I sighed out, relaxing that much further under his touch.

“Dani, what is it Babe?” he asked softly, voice tinted with
concern.

“Do you think we could go? Just get away from here for a
day, maybe two?” I asked softly.

“Where would you want to go, Babe? I’d take you anywhere,”
he said without hesitation.

“The ocean. I’ve always wanted to see the ocean.”

“Well, hell that’s an easy enough wish to grant, Chica.”
Thirteen’s hands tightened on me but I didn’t startle very hard, he’d relaxed
me too much for that. I shifted my head enough to peer in the doorway. Dragon’s
dark and shaggy head poked just past the door.

“Was coming to tell you, club decision, we leave for Florida
end of next week to get the girls. Guys want to leave tomorrow but we got some
things to attend to if you catch my drift.” Dragon gave Thirteen a meaningful
look. I shifted my gaze to the man who held me in his arms, his eyes the color
of that storm swept sea from long ago.

“Understood.” Thirteen’s response was short and clipped. I
heard the door thunk softly closed behind us.

“What does he mean?” I asked quietly.

“Disappear that many people in that short amount of time,
it’s bound to be noticed. We can’t go taking off right away as a group. It will
look suspicious Baby. Gotta do some communicating down south, move careful.”

I pushed myself up off Thirteen’s chest just enough to lean
forward and press my lips to his. I kissed him, a slow lingering kiss, before I
pressed my forehead to his.

“What was that for, Baby?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.

“For being what I need,” I murmured.

“Always,” the promise slipped from his lips unbidden and his
hand slipped from the back of my neck, withdrew from my hair so that he could
graze my cheek with gentle fingertips.

“I got you, Babe. I’ve always got you.” I nodded and kissed
him gently again, neither of us really in the mood to take it beyond that.

I lay my head back on his chest as the light from the window
crept across the room with the movement of the sun. When next I woke I was
still cradled against Thirteen, just differently than I’d been before. The room
was dark and close, Thirteen warm and a comfort at my back where he spooned me
carefully.

“You okay, Babe?” he asked, sucking in a tremulous breath,
his voice thick with sleep. He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my shoulder
and I stopped nodding my head, realizing he couldn’t see it.

“Yes,” I replied softly, “I’m not sure why I woke up.”

“Hmm,” he kissed the back of my shoulder again and I
relaxed, closing my eyes. He trailed fire with his lips from the outside of my
shoulder in, towards my neck, his lips resting gently against my pulse point as
he took a moment to breathe me in and  - oh God was that simple action
incredibly erotic?

“Back need lotion?” he asked and I rested against him,
bringing our nude bodies carefully together. My back to his front.

“After…” I murmured.

“After what, Babe?”

“After you make love to me, please?”

“Dani, Baby, you ain’t never gotta
ask
for me to do
that,” he growled into my ear lightly and nipped my ear lobe.

I needed this. I needed him to touch me, to kiss me, to do
something just,
life affirming
with me after… No. I resolutely pushed
the thought from my mind, rolling so that I faced him and so that we could kiss
properly. His mouth was hot against mine and his hands gentle as he traced my
curves, smoothing gently over my skin in a warm, elegant caress that you just
wouldn’t expect from Thirteen’s rough, daily appearance.

He palmed the outside of my thigh and kept me on my side,
mindful of the fresh tattoo on my back. He kissed me deeply, igniting the blood
in my veins with a burning passion that built slowly but evenly between us.

I let my fingers do the walking, touching every inch of his
body that I could reach, gliding the tips across his heated flesh, too warm
from our recent sleep. Thirteen groaned, his hard length trapped between us,
rubbing against my stomach as he rolled his hips in an unconscious thrusting.
His mouth claimed mine and he drew my lower body tight against his, one of his
hands gripping my ass in that possessive way that spoke louder than any words
he’d spoken that I. Was. His.

His to love, his to drive wild, his to protect and to cherish,
and I wanted all of those things. With him, with this man, with Thirteen. I
communicated these things with every kiss, every touch, nuzzling his neck,
nipping him lightly over that spot that drove him to gasping like it did me. I
reached a gentle hand between us and stroked his cock. I marveled every time I
held him at how he seemingly went on just
forever
and this time was no
exception.

“God, Dani, Baby you’re killing me!” Thirteen gasped out, I
smiled in the dark of the room and guided him to my wet but still not quite
ready entrance. He was a tight fit when I was ready for him, after he’d made me
come a time or two, but without that prep, he was simply huge. Just this side
of absolutely too much. I didn’t care. I wanted,
needed
to be close to
him. To have him hold me, to have him inside me.

Thirteen hissed out as he sank into me, and I bit my lower
lip. He edged his way in a little at a time, agonizingly slow until he bottomed
out inside my body and had me gasping, my forehead dropping to his shoulder, a
desperate moan escaping my lips. He felt incredibly good and I needed that, I
needed him to be the one to make me feel alive, the way he had been the only
one to ever make me fly.

“Mmm God, yes, deeper a little bit deeper, please!?” I
begged him and he groaned, and obliged me, oh-so-careful, oh-so-gentle, and I
loved that he was. Thirteen, the only man to ever be afraid to hurt me.

“Baby, you tell me when, you tell me when you need me to
stop…” he held me close, my leg riding high over his hip as he pressed his
hard, extreme length into my waiting body. I felt my pussy throb around him in
welcome and listened to his sharp exhale as it did it. I clenched my muscles
around his invading cock and he gasped, pausing.

“Dani, you okay, Honey?” he asked me, breath warm against my
neck.

“Mmm don’t stop!” I gasped and I heard him chuckle. He
captured my lips in the dark and kissed me deeply. He gave a tiny thrust and I
moaned into his mouth. I felt so full, so complete with him inside me and it
was beautiful.

Thirteen broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine,
“Baby you got me, all of me…” My heart melted at the sentiment in his voice and
I begged him to keep going; he chuckled again, low and deep.

“Dani Baby, you aren’t hearing me. I’ve gone as far as I can
go. You’ve got
all of me.”
His meaning clicked home and I wiggled my
hips a bit. God! He felt like he was all the way in my stomach! I loved it.

“Good, yes, mmm! Please move,” I begged and I could hear him
smile as he did what I asked, withdrawing slowly to surge back in. I held
tightly to him as he moved, gently, firmly, and with purpose. The sure, calm
strokes stoked the fire between us. It wasn’t going to get us there, wasn’t
going to get us off, but it was going to build us all the way up to that point
and keep us there.

Thirteen had me wrapped around his little finger, if only he
would continue to
move.
Feral, wanton sounds poured from my mouth. Great
gasps of pleasure with just a hint of my voice to them crept out into the room
as his hands held me fast. As my man cradled me, safely in the curve of his
body, and drove me wild, up and out among the stars.

I arched at one point as he stroked that deepest, most
secret part of me and he took advantage of the motion, capturing one of my
nipples with his mouth. Heat fizzled along a connected arc between my breast
and my cunt as the feelings Thirteen evoked intensified, became rich with the
added sensation and intensity. I was beyond wet by this point. His cock sliding
easily, my body open and inviting to his touch, wanting, craving just that
little bit more.

I gazed down my body, into his eyes, dark with desire,
fierce with his protective possession of me. I was claimed, and for the first
time ever I was glad for it. I
wanted
it to be that way. I was happy to
be Thirteen’s girl, his woman because
I
had
chosen
to belong to
him. He growled and buried himself as deep as he could go once more and it
nearly brought me. I gasped, head thrown back, and rode his body. He nipped the
sensitive peak of my breast with his teeth, even as his fingertips grazed the
even more sensitive one between my thighs, at the apex of my sex.

He broke his mouth from my tit and growled, “Look at me,
Baby, I want you to look me in the eye when I make you come. I want to see you
come apart for me.” I tipped my head downward and gave him what he wanted, the
room growing light with the coming dawn as he captured my other nipple between
his teeth, teasing the delicate flesh with his tongue. He slicked his fingers
in my juices, coating them before teasing my clit with a feather light touch. I
gave a deep, throaty moan and felt myself tighten around him.

It was awkward, the position he held, but he managed to keep
the pressure on, his thrusts short but so very deep, thumb on that secret pearl,
teeth carefully locked on my breast, and the sensations he wrought building,
sending me higher and higher. Finally, with a hard spasm of my cunt around him,
I flew apart with a wild devastated cry. My whole body shattered and Thirteen
hummed his satisfied approval into my breast, which just set my body to rolling
away on another shock of orgasm.

I shuddered in his embrace and he held me to him, waiting
for my body to piece itself back together. Smiling like the Cheshire cat the
whole time. He kissed my lips, these short, chaste little kisses while my chest
heaved against his as I gasped like a landed fish.

“Hang on, Baby, I’m not done,” he murmured. With a hand on
my ass and the other cradling the back of my head, he flexed his hips and
thrust, and I swear my eyes rolled back into my head.

“Oh God!” I gasped out and Thirteen smiled even wider,
completely in control of himself and his faculties, for which I was slightly
jealous.

“Nope, just me Baby, just me,” he whispered and kissed me,
picking up the pace and intensity of his thrusts.