Thanking Her Hero (Steel Daggers MC Book 2) Page 4

  “These have to go,” I say before ripping her panties off her body.

  I position my dick at her entrance and look at her to make sure she’s ready. “Harrison, I need you inside me. Please, Harrison.” She whines.

  I slam into her as she strangles my dick with her tight pussy. I hammer into her over and over, as her juicing pussy drips all over my balls and down my thighs. Before she can come, I pull out and kiss her pussy, stealing a taste before telling her to move up the bed.

  Eight

  Chelsea

  What the hell just happened? I’m on the verge of coming, and he just stops?

  “Get that look off your face Angel. I’m nowhere near finished with you yet. Open those pretty thighs.” Harrison says smugly, the bastard!

  Although I want to sass him, my body knows better, and my legs fall open for him. He crawls up the bed to my pussy, taking a long lick, ending at my clit where he pulls it into his mouth, sucking hard.

  “Damn it, Chelsea. How the hell do you expect me to stay away from your cunt with it tasting this fucking good?” He licks me from asshole to clit and spends a few seconds sucking on my clit while plunging his two fingers in and out of me. I’m a mess. I can hear how wet I am by the sounds coming from Harrison while he eats my greedy pussy. If I weren’t so turned on, I might be embarrassed. When he sticks the tip of his thumb in my ass, I’m gone. I come hard around his fingers and tongue.

  I love having my asshole played with. I’ve never had anal, I never trusted anyone to not hurt me there, but I know Harrison will be able to give me exactly what I need.

  Harrison wipes his mouth on my thigh and moves, so he’s positioned his big dick at my entrance. When pushed inside me the first time, it felt like I had never been touched there before. He’s so wide, my walls stretch tight to make room for him.

  “Look at me, Chelsea.” He grinds out.

  My eyes snap to his waiting for whatever he needs from me.

  “This will be the last dick you will ever take. We won’t remember anyone before us, and there will never be anyone for us but each other until the day we die. Now tell me you are on board and that this is what you want.”

  “You are everything that I want Harrison. You’re everything I’ll ever want. Now give me that big dick you’re packing because my pussy is hurting for it.”

  He pushes inside me, and I feel complete relief with him inside me.

  “I wish I could live inside this pussy Angel. I just want to stay inside you for hours. I want to fall asleep inside of you and wake up still connected. I’m going to begin and end each day just like this for the rest of our lives.”

  He thrusts slow and deep, hitting that spot, right in that spot, shiiiit. “Right there, Harrison. Ohhh God. Yesss! It’s so perfect, so good.” I can’t help from babbling.

  “You bet your fucking ass it’s perfect. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you soaked my hand when I played with this ass Angel. I’ll be claiming you there soon. Damn, your pussy is telling me how much you want that.”

  “God yes, you can have me there too!”

  “Fuck! Chelsea I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard in this unprotected pussy. I’m going to paint your walls with my cum. Do you know what’s going to happen after that? Hmmm, do you know?”

  I shake my head no. I have no idea what he’s talking about while he’s moving inside me like this.

  “I’m putting my baby inside you Angel. Yeah, you’re good with that, fuck. You keep squeezing me like that and I’m going to… Shit, I’m coming Angel, I’m coming.” I follow him over the cliff loving every jerk of his cum. It’s a soothing balm to my worn soul and only his cream can heal me.

  Harrison kisses me tenderly on my lips then rolls off me and out of bed. When he walks to another door in the room I watch as the last red splashes of light from the sun play across the back of his naked body. Harrison really is a beautiful man, I don’t know how I got so lucky.

  I hear the sink running, and a minute later he’s walking back towards me with a washcloth.

  “Spread those legs baby.”

  I open my legs for him and watch as he cleans me up from our lovemaking. While it’s sweet, why the hell is he cleaning me up?

  “You didn’t have to do that.”

  He looks pissed and takes a minute to respond, like he’s trying to figure out what he wants to say.

  “Angel, it’s my duty and honor to care for all of your needs. I know you haven’t been treated right in the past, but a good man treasures his woman, takes care of her, keeps her safe. I’m not saying I’m a good man, but I do know what it takes to keep you. I will treasure you and our children forever.”

  I pull him to me and kiss him for saying all the right things and meaning them. He isn’t a smooth talker. He’s real and has the highest moral standards out of any man I have ever met. Must be part of the Steel Dagger way.

  “I need you Harrison.”

  Harrison straddles my middle and pushes my breasts together, pinching my nipples then massaging my breasts.

  “What do you need Angel. I’ll give you whatever you want.” He tells me as he stares at my nipples he’s pinching and twisting between his fingers.

  “Suck them, lick them, bite them, I don’t care. You’re driving me crazy right now.” The man chuckles then leans down and kisses each of my nipples before pushing them together and making love to them. The man spends ten minutes loving my breasts while I writhe beneath him, needing release somewhere else.

  “Do you need me in your cunt Angel? Is that why you’re squirming below me?”

  “Yes please!” I moan.

  He kisses down my stomach, moving slowly until he’s cleaning my pussy up.

  “Mmm… so good Chelsea. This is going to be quick baby.” And it is. This time our lovemaking is fast, but still has me screaming out another orgasm.

  Nine

  Rock

  I wake up ready to push inside my woman, excited that she’s finally here in our home. I reach out, but she isn’t there. I listen out for her because I’m praying to God she is in the bathroom and didn’t do the unthinkable. The house is silent and I’m enough of a pussy to admit it hurts like hell that she left. I can’t believe she would just leave after what we shared last night.

  I throw the covers off of me and do my morning routine. While brushing my teeth, I come up with a plan to find her. First, I’ll call Pres and find out if she’s with Emersen. If not, I’ll call Triton and have him track her phone.

  I walk to the living room, satisfied with the plan I’ve made. I’m busy on my phone when I walk by, not noticing the fire roaring in the fireplace. When I enter my kitchen, I’m shocked to find the beautiful blonde in a pair of my sweats and a long sleeve Steel Daggers MC shirt making breakfast in my kitchen.

  “Hey hun. I made coffee, but it might be cold. I made it over an hour ago.”

  “Coffee?”

  “Yes. I hope you like bacon, scrambled eggs, and biscuits. That’s all you had. We really need to go to the grocery store today.”

  She pours me a cup of coffee but takes a sip first and grimaces then pours it out into the sink. “Damn, it’s cold. Oh well, I’ll just make another pot.”

  She’s in the middle of making a new pot when I can’t take it anymore.

  “You made me breakfast?”

  “I made us breakfast.”

  “You made us breakfast. You’re making coffee. You’re wearing my clothes.” I say more to myself than her.

  “Yep. I hate to say it Harrison, but I think I’m going to steal this shirt from you. It’s so soft. You should talk to whoever makes your shirts and get them to make some pink ones. Oh yes, that’s a great idea.” She talks on and on completely oblivious to me.

  “Stop!”

  She jumps, dropping the coffee cup she’s holding. When it shatters on the floor, she almost cuts herself. I grab her off the ground and sit her on the counter not wanting her to get cut by the broken pieces. I wrap my arms a
round her tiny body, hugging her tight. I breathe in her honey scent and instantly calm. Thank you Jesus, my woman didn’t leave me.

  I pull back and look at her, needing her to understand. “I thought you left. I thought this was too much for you, that I rushed you into something you weren’t ready for. I had a plan Chelsea. I was going to get you back and convince you I was the right man, the only man, for you. But you’re here in our kitchen, making coffee and biscuits.”

  She smiles at me sweetly and the rest of the pain I was feeling in my chest eases. Holding the side of my face, she swipes my cheek with her thumb. “Why would I leave Harrison? This is home now. You are home, my home, for always.”

  She kisses me, and it’s the kind of kiss that confirms every wish and destroys all doubts. She wraps her legs around my ass and pulls me in between her thighs, then uses her toes to tug my joggers down to my knees. I can’t stop kissing her in fear of breaking this spell she’s cast over us. Fumbling, I’m able to get her sweats off on the second try, and I quickly take advantage of the fact that her lips are glistening by sliding in deep. Her pussy fits me perfectly. I feel her cunt shudder around my shaft with each pull and plunge inside her.

  “So good. You feel so good inside of me. I love how full I am of you.” She bites into my shoulder and I almost come.

  “Every time Harrison. I felt whole for the first time in my life the minute you slid inside me. Each time we become one, the jagged pieces of my heart start to soften and they don’t hurt so bad. You take away my pain. With every touch and kiss I’m being washed clean into a woman worthy of your love.”

  I stop mid-stroke and grab her face in my hands, jerking it up so she’s got her eyes on mine. “You’ve been worthy of my love since the day you were born. Do you hear me Chelsea? You came into this world perfect, exactly the persasson you needed to be. I’m sorry you’ve had fucked up shit happen to you. No one deserves to live that pain, but you proved to yourself that you’re a survivor. That is the most beautiful piece of your soul Angel. Don’t you ever talk about yourself like that again. Not to me, but most importantly I don’t even want you thinking it. Promise me this is the last time we have this conversation.”

  A single tear slips down her cheek, and I kiss it away.

  “I promise.”

  “Perfect Angel. Now I’m going to love you right.” I don’t pussyfoot around. I want her bathed in my juices. I hit that spot that I know makes her light up and she’s coming all over my cock a couple minutes later. Damn, my Angel comes so good.

  ∞∞∞

  Breakfast forgotten, I walk us into the living room with my Angel wrapped around my middle. I lay down on the couch, my woman laying on my chest between my legs, and a blanket covering us. The fire crackles in the background, and I have found my happy thought. You know the one I’m talking about.

  I loved Peter Pan when I was growing up. My momma used to tell me that when things got tough, just think a happy thought. I could never find the right one, something was never right. I’ve had a few over the years, but none as perfect as this morning is.

  Running my fingers through her golden locks, I tell her part of my ugly, the part that few know. “The earliest memory I have of my father is him hitting my mom because she didn’t buy the right type of laundry detergent.” She goes still on top of me, but I push forward, needing to get this out.

  “I think I was five. I didn’t understand why my mom got punished all the time. My father was never physically abusive to me, he saved that for her. I still have mixed feelings about that. When I got older, and they talked about abuse in school, I started to wonder if what was going on at home was normal. I was nine, and I didn’t think about the consequences of my actions. I told an adult, and the state came to investigate. After that my dad acted nice for the first time that I could remember. I kept hoping that he’d stay that way, that he’d stop being so mean.

  He seemed to be trying to be a better man, and for the next couple of months things were good at home, mom was even smiling. I loved seeing her smile. I don’t know what it was, but one day my mom did something that made him mad again. He beat her so bad she had to go to the hospital. She never came back home, and dad was angrier than usual. That was one of the scariest times in my life.

  A week later she came and checked me out of school early. I was so relieved and happy to see her again. She was driving a car I had never seen before, and she told me we were going on a trip far, far away. We eventually made it here to Pennsylvania from Arizona after a week of driving.

  My mom doesn’t say much about the things that happened to her back then, but I can see how it washes over her some days, while others you wouldn’t have a clue about the hell she has gone through. She rebuilt her life and got strong for us. To me, her strength and choosing herself and me over staying with what she knew, is beautiful. You remind me of her every day. Not because what you’ve gone through is similar, but because you both chose life even when it was hard.”

  “She sounds like an amazing woman Harrison.”

  “You’re both amazing women Chelsea. Sit up baby.”

  She looks at me curiously but sits up anyway. I slide out from underneath her and move her, so I can stand on my knees between her thighs. I grab her hands and wait for her to meet my gaze.

  “I will never lay a hand on you in anger. I will never talk down to you or destroy your self-worth. I promise to be the support you need when you need it. I’m going to love you every day I have left on this earth, and then I’ll love you into eternity. I need you tied to me in every way possible before I lose my fucking mind. Angel, marry me. Be my wife.”

  Chelsea launches herself into my arms, and I end up falling backward with her on top of me kissing me slow and soft.

  “That’s a yes, right love?”

  “I didn’t realize you asked a question. I am caveman, you marry me, make my babies, ahhh.” She laughs rolling off of me to the side. I quiet her laughter with kisses and spend the rest of the day making love to my fiancé in front of our fireplace day telling stories from our past and building our dreams for the future.

  Ten

  Chelsea

  “Hey babe, I need my clothes. Your clothes are comfortable and all, but I’m not leaving the house in a baggy t-shirt and sweats.”

  “Why do you need to leave the house?” He questions from the shower I just hopped out of. I’m in the middle of wrapping my hair up on top of my head when I stop and give him the side eye.

  He laughs as if what he said was the funniest thing in the world. “Kidding Angel face. I have your clothes in the bed of my truck.”

  “Say that last part again.”

  He peeks his head through the opening of the walk-in shower and repeats it. “I have your clothes in my truck.”

  “When the hell did you get my clothes? I’ve been by your side for the past three days.”

  “I packed your room at Spanky’s while you were with Darla making pies. You didn’t need any of your things since then, so I forgot to mention it. I didn’t even think about it until you said something just now.”

  “You packed my room up? Like you went through my things?”

  “Actually, Emersen went through your things and helped me pack. I mostly loaded it all into the back of the truck.”

  Harrison finishes his shower while I stand there pissed that he didn’t even ask. The more I think the madder I become. Those are my things, things that I worked my ass off to get over the last few months. He didn’t have any right to do what he did.

  I walk out of the bathroom and grab a t-shirt to slip on over my naked body. I walk into the kitchen and snag the keys to his truck. Stupid big truck. When I walk into the garage the lights turn on automatically, and I see not one truck, but two. The second is smaller, more like normal sized, and is a pearly white. It’s a beautiful truck that looks brand spanking new. What does he need…

  “It’s yours.” He says from behind me. “You know you needed a vehicle baby. Please don’t
be mad. I just wanted to make sure you were safe when I couldn’t be there to protect you. Are you mad?”

  “You bought me a truck?”

  He grins and excitedly grabs the keys from my hand and unlocks the truck, correction, my truck. I open the door and get into the driver’s side, and Harrison sits in the passenger seat. He gives me a run through of all the kick-ass features it has, and I can’t help but be excited. I’ve never had a vehicle before.

  “When did you buy this?” I ask, interrupting his speech on using my Bluetooth while driving.

  “Hmmm? Oh, about a month ago.”

  “You were barely talking to me then. I mean sure, you were always there, always watching, but this is crazy Harrison.”

  “It was too hard to talk to you. It was torture not being able to bring you home and claim you, but I knew I had to give you time to heal. Which gave me time to get things ready for our life together.”

  “Thank you, Harrison. There are so many things I’m thankful to you for, but most of all, thank you for loving me.”

  He leans over and places a kiss on my forehead. “As much as I want to spend the rest of the day loving on your body, we have things to do that cannot wait.”

  I smile, happy and free for the first time. “Like what?”

  “We need to move your stuff into the house. Then we need to go grocery shopping. Go start getting ready and I’ll bring your stuff up to our room. We can put it away and then go for a drive in your truck.”

  I move fast wanting to take my new wheels for a spin. My life is getting started, and it feels as if I’m along for the ride. I could get used to this kind of life. When Harrison comes in with the last box, I stare at the contents of my life. It all fits into four boxes and a duffel bag. Is this really all that I have to my name? These are my only worldly possessions?

  For a minute I’m sad, but then I remember that I have a fiancé who loves me, a best friend who is happily engaged, and friends to take the place of the family I never had. My life has become fuller in the past few months than it ever has been. So many, many things to thank this beautiful man for. My things may only take up a few boxes, but I’ve gained peace, independence, and family. Who could ask for more?