Shield My Heart (Heaven Hill Book 9) (25 page)

“Oof.” Dalton blew out a breath as his head hit the pillow. Watching as she straddled his hips, he knew he was in for a treat.

*

Mandy was hardly ever the aggressor, but this far into her pregnancy she kind of had to be. Dragging her body down his, she stopped when she was eye level with the evidence of his desire.

“So you’re gonna show me your appreciation for giving you that patch, huh?” There was a teasing note in his voice, but she didn’t miss how his cock hardened when she licked her lips.

Using her hand, she held the length steady as she dropped her chin, opened her mouth, and enveloped him in her heat. The deep guttural moan he let loose with and the way he gripped her hair in his hands made her body clench with need. Relaxing her throat, she let him slip further down, using her tongue to bathe the underside, before licking back up and rolling it along the head.

“Fuck.” Dalton moaned when she tightened her cheeks and sucked against the motion of him pulling out. Up and down she went until she felt his hands really grip the strands of her hair. “C’mere.” he pulled her up, motioning for her to move closer. “I don’t wanna spill down your throat.”

She didn’t want him to either. Getting on her knees, she moved back to his waist and straddled his body. Going down on him never failed to make her wet, and she needed nothing more than him as she slid down firmly on his cock. They moaned together as she began a rhythm against him, rocking in time to his thrusts.

Lazily he palmed her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples, sometimes softly, sometimes roughly. Not knowing what kind of touch he would use was enough to put her on edge. When she felt her body tightening, she picked up speed, grabbing his hand and pulling it down to where they were joined. The first touch of his thumb on her clit was enough to send her shattering in a million pieces, with him not far behind.

As they lay, catching their breath, Dalton chuckled. “If I had known giving you my patch would give us sex like that, I totally would have done it a year ago.”

She laughed along with him, smacking him in the gut. “Now you definitely aren’t taking it back.”

He hooked his arm around her neck and pulled her closer. “No, I’m not. You’re gonna wear that the rest of your life.”

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Chapter Thirty-Three

M
andy looked out at the gorgeous day from her office window. Late summer in Kentucky was usually so hot and humid you couldn’t walk outside and breathe at the same time, but they’d had a cold front move in overnight. The sidewalks and roads were still damp, and she could hear the birds singing and smell the fresh cut grass of the courthouse lawn. The breeze from the open window caressed her skin, causing her to close her eyes and think back to the night before.

Dalton giving her his patch had meant more to her than she thought it would. It had been something she always wanted, but it was as if she’d never realized the implication. In her life, the patch meant more than the ring, and she couldn’t wait to be able to wear that jacket.

She breathed deeply; excited about the way things were going and the direction they were moving in. She was the happiest she’d ever been, and she knew most of that had to do with Dalton and his ability to apologize and work with her on things they needed to work on. She was glad neither one of them had given up when it would have been easier too.

Glancing up at the clock, she realized there were hours to go until quitting time, and Charity would probably be at the courthouse for at least another hour. The sunshine was calling to her; she needed to feel the warmth of the day on her face. Quickly, she grabbed her purse and stuck her phone in her pocket before going over to lock the front door. She turned the open sign to closed, and went out the back door. A block over was where they all liked to hang out, and she knew for a fact her mom was getting her hair done today at Christine’s shop.

As she broached the edge of the buildings that opened to the street, she heard the loud rumble of motorcycles. A smile came to her face, because she knew she was going to see friends. She turned to check the oncoming traffic and felt fear for the first time.

Those bikes weren’t Heaven Hill. They didn’t wear the normal patches on the front, and every single rider wore a bandana over their face and sunglasses over their eyes, while helmets obscured their hair. Her heart beat like she’d just run a marathon, and inexplicable terror gripped her throat. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. Dropping the purse she’d grabbed, she took off at a run, as fast as her extra girth would carry her, aiming for the office. She felt sure this was the attack they’d been waiting on. Telling herself that if she could get to the office she’d be fine, she tried to pick up the pace, but it was difficult. The door was in sight when she felt strong arms grip her around the waist and pull her close.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll come with us. You don’t want that baby hurt, do you?” The voice was dark, the tone uncaring, and spoke of danger. He would do whatever he would have to do; she knew that without a doubt.

All fight left Mandy’s body, and she stopped screaming as she let scared tears fall. Whatever it took to get out of this situation, she would do. Her baby was counting on her, and if there was ever a time to be fearless in the face of danger, it was now.

*

Dalton sat in the garage, smiling to himself as he thought about his night with Mandy. He’d needed to give her the patch for a long time, and now that he had, he felt lighter. There was a finality and a security now that hadn’t been there before.

“Why are you smiling like a dumbass?” Drew had a seat next to his friend, kicking Dalton’s boot. The two of them were working on getting back to the friendship they’d had before, but it was a day-by-day situation.

“No reason.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Just had a good night last night.”

Drew glared. “You don’t say?”

“Stop looking at me like you wanna kill me. The damage is done, brother. It’s not like she can get pregnant again.” Although as soon as she was done having their son, he wasn’t as opposed as he always thought he would be to having another.

“You can still hurt her. How do you do the things you do with her and not let your heart get in the middle of it? I couldn’t with Charity.”

Dalton wanted to tell his best friend how bad it hurt. How he went to bed every night with a lump in his throat he wasn’t sure would ever go away, how his arms ached, his stomach stayed tied in knots, he didn’t sleep, and he sure as fuck was never calm. He was a man on the edge, and last night had been a welcome letting down of his guard.

Refusing to answer, he shrugged, faking looking at something on his phone.

Drew’s phone rang and a grin covered his face that told everyone around him it was his wife. “Hey, bab—What? Calm down! Tell me exactly what happened.”

Having heard Drew yell, the members, including Remy, who was still prospecting, rushed forward surrounding him. Immediately cell phones started going off. Friends of the club were notifying each of them. As Drew hung up his call, he gazed at all of them. “Bastards have my mom and sisters.”

“And my wife,” Travis read from the message on his phone.

Layne’s voice was deathly calm as he gazed at the screen in his hand. “Mine too, but these fuckers don’t know they’re messing with.”

Dalton was the first one up, his long legs eating up the distance to his bike. “Nope, but they about to find out.”

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Chapter Thirty-Four

“D
o we know where they are?” Liam asked as they congregated at the clubhouse. He wore a grim expression on his face, obviously worried for his family. The only one safe from the threat was the son who sat over in the corner, brooding, probably thinking of everything he could do to this asshole to get his mom and sisters back.

Steele sat at his computer, running different programs, trying to figure out what in the hell was going on, while trying not to focus on what could be happening to his wife.

“Tyler!” They all lifted their heads when they heard Meredith’s frantic voice. “I’ve been trying to get in touch with you, but someone cut our lines and messed with our cell phones at CRISIS. The alarm at Doc Jones’ office has been going off for more than thirty minutes.”