When I finished the exam, I swung by Tim Horton’s for my much needed fourth coffee of the day and took out my phone, staring at Dad’s name in my contact list. I wanted to call him, to tell him that I’d just officially finished my degree. He’d shout “fuck yeah” so loud it’d crackle through the phone, and then he’d tell whichever brother he was with, and Lou, that his princess was goin’ to be a nurse. They’d pass the phone around, congratulations coming at me from Bat and Nova, Axe-Man and Lab-Rab, Boner and Curtains and more, all my uncles and best friends and brothers, then Lou, her voice rough with tears and sweet with pride as she told me how much she loved me.
I turned the screen off and pocketed the cell.
I hadn’t returned anyone’s calls in weeks, only perfunctory text messages that assured them I was doing fine, but needed time and space to get my head sorted.
They wouldn’t leave me alone forever, but they trusted me enough to give that to me even though it went against their instincts to guard and cherish me.
I accepted the Double-Double coffee from the barista and took a necessary, steaming sip of coffee to center myself before making my way to the parking lot.
Danner was there, leaning against his black and gold Iron 883 Harley Davidson Sportster. He was in his Berserkers cut, his tawny hair in disarray around his handsome face, his booted feet crossed at the ankles as he sat sideways across the seat.
There was no crowd around him as there had been with Wrath, because even though Danner was less physically intimidating, there was something in his aura that told people to stay away or be damned.
His unapproachability in his biker persona made my nipples hard as rocks.
I sucked by my coffee in less than thirty seconds, scalding my throat, and then threw the empty cup in the garbage. Then, I sauntered up to him and leaned right in, plastering my body against his in a deep curve that had my little jean shorts riding up my ass cheeks. Danner’s eyes flashed as his hand moved to my back, down and over so he could grab my slightly bared butt in a possessive cinch.
“Hey biker man,” I said before pressing a kiss to his rough stubbled cheek, then his square chin and one more on his close-lipped smile. “What’s up?”
“Club’s meeting at Bernadette’s, Reaper sent me to grab ya. We’ll do some time with them, see if we can’t figure out what they’re gonna do with that stolen Fallen weed, then I’m takin’ my Rose out for a celebratory dinner.”
“Yeah?” I asked, and I could physically feel my eyes sparkling at him.
He dipped down to press a firm, spine-tingling kiss to my mouth. “Yeah, rebel.”
“You’re the tits, I ever tell you that?” I asked, propping my elbows on his chest so I could take my chin in my hands as I stared up at him.
He bit the edge of his grin in that way that I loved. “Don’t think you’ve ever said exactly those words, but I’ll take it.”
I nodded firmly. “Not a flowery, girl, so I’d take what you can get.”
This time a low, short chuckle that rumbled through him to me. “Oh, I think you’re plenty flowery. When I get you rooted to the bed with cuffs, you bloom for me, wet and open, so pink it’s plush, and I’ve never seen a flower so pretty.”
I shivered in his arms, a reaction I was beginning to equate to the submissive in me, that strange duality Danner had told me about for years. That I could be both hard and soft. And I was soft for him, tender, pliable and so eager to please.
“Did you get me a graduation present?” I asked, pressing my lips to his so he could feel the intent behind my words.
“Oh yeah,” he growled, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. “There’s a new steel butt plug at home with your fuckin’ name on it. Gonna use it to open up your sweet ass while I give my cock to your pussy, then I’m gonna give us both a treat by sinking my thick cock in your ass, four fingers in your cunt, my tongue in your mouth so you’re taking all of me, everywhere you can. Only then, when you’re takin’ all I have to give you like the good girl you are, am I gonna fuck you until the only thing you remember is how to scream my name.”
His fingers lifted to the waist of my shorts, his thumb dipping down to tease under the strap of my thong and raise it slightly, just enough so that the gusset of my panties pressed into the fresh wet of my pussy.