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  “No, you don’t get to look at her, think about her, fuck, I don’t even know if I want you talking to her.”

  Gabriel made this low voice in his throat, only loud enough for Dakota to hear. “You have one big set of nuts to be talking to me like that.”

  Dakota clenched his hands at his sides, breathed out through his anger, and shook his head. “I will talk to you any way I fucking want to, especially when it concerns the woman that is mine, and that I love.” Dakota saw the way Gabriel clenched his jaw, but after a few seconds he relaxed, his hostility fading, and Dakota knew that the other man was starting to see reason. But Dakota was still pissed, still jealous over the fact that Gabriel had been out with Tawny and had kissed her, and the fact he had challenged him right now.

  Gabriel glanced at Tawny again, ground his teeth and looked back at Dakota. “You love her?”

  Dakota nodded hard once, but didn’t look away from him. A moment of silence stretched between them, and then Gabriel took a step back, nodded toward Link and Marcus, and said, “I’ll be in the SUV. Marcus, get the pizzas okay?” Gabriel still stared at Dakota as he spoke. He looked at Tawny again. “I’ll see you around.”

  He nodded at her, but the way he had said that last part wasn’t a threat or challenge to Dakota. It was a man backing up, being polite before leaving, and giving in. He turned and left the pizza joint. Dakota had sensed the defeat and Gabriel stepping back from all of this. He was not going to start shit with the other member, and it was clear that Gabriel felt the same way. But even though all of that was in Dakota’s favor, and he wouldn’t have to throw any punches at another member, that didn’t make his anger or irritation over all of this any less.

  He glanced behind him, saw that fucking douchebag that kept looking at Tawny grin his way, and turned to walk toward him. He had a lot of rage and adrenaline moving through his body, and because he hadn’t gotten into it with Gabriel, he was going to go ballistic on this little prick. The guy stood when Dakota took another step, and then his buddies stood as well. That was all right. Dakota could take them all. He was so pissed that his rage would be dispersed evenly until they all lay on the ground at his feet, bloody and broken. Was it normal that Dakota felt this intense possessive need and territorial feeling inside of him for Tawny? Maybe not to a normal man, but he wasn’t normal. He was a Brothers of Menace member, and a breed that was on a whole other level than the normal person.

  “Dakota, come on,” Tawny said from behind him, grabbed his arms, and pulled gently.

  He looked at her, saw the pleading in her expression, and as much as he wanted to get into this with the assholes, he also knew that he didn’t want to screw this up with Tawny. Exhaling and reining in his anger, he nodded at her, turned, wrapped his arm around her, and led her out of the restaurant.

  They stepped out into the frigid weather, and he led them toward his truck. Once they were at the passenger side door he gripped her around the waist, and pressed her back to the door. Dakota slid his hands up to her throat, cupped each side of her neck, and kissed her. He put his anger, lust, love, and everything that he was into that kiss. He didn’t know how to control himself, how to make himself less intense when it came to wanting her and keeping her close. He pulled away an inch and murmured against her mouth, “I don’t know how to be gentle when it comes to you, Tawny.” He cupped her cheeks and stared into her eyes. “I feel like this beast is inside of me, wanting to kill everything that comes close to you, baby.”

  She breathed out heavily against his mouth.

  “I want to act like this normal guy that takes his girl out for dinner without wanting to beat a motherfucker for looking at you.” He rested his forehead on hers, closed his eyes, and just laid it all out for her. “But I’ll never be that guy, Tawny. I’ll never be able to brush things off, never not want to beat an ass when a guy thinks he has some kind of claim on you.”

  She cupped his face and pulled his head back slightly. “You did though, Dakota. You didn’t fight Gabriel, and you stopped from going after that guy in there.” She smiled, rose on her toes, and kissed him. “You can be all of that and more. You don’t have to change for me, just know what battles you should actually fight.” She stared into his eyes, her blue ones bright, wide, and filled with honesty. “Now, take me back to your place, and show me who I belong to, Dakota.” She swallowed, looked down at the ground, and then after a second slowly lifted her gaze back to his. “Be my first.”

  ****

  Dakota drove for another ten minutes, the silence in the car thick and filled with arousal. They didn’t speak, and he knew that she was just as aroused as he was by the fact she kept moving slightly on the seat, as if she were uncomfortable in the position. He was so damn hard. It was like a steel rod was pressed to his zipper, aching, full, and needing to be inside of her body. He couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled the car off the road, the darkness cloaking them, hiding them from prying eyes. When he turned the car off he glanced at her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked softly, her voice low, and the desire thick in it.

  He stared at her, knowing that he should just keep driving, get them back to his place so he could be with her, but goddammit, he needed to sample her right now. He was unable to stave off his emotions. Dakota reached up and cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip, back and forth. Her breaths became shallow, quick. They stayed silent, just watching each other. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.

  That soft and gentle kiss turned into something stronger, more passionate. She tilted her head and moved closer. He speared his hands in her hair, caressing her scalp as their tongues stroked along each other. She made little mewling noises, the sounds spearing straight to his cock. She started to move, and soon she was straddling him, her pussy right on his erection, her breasts pressed to his chest.

  “I want you Dakota. God, I need you.” She breathed against his mouth and moved her hands to the fly of his pants. Dakota didn’t want to be with her for their first time in the car, but he didn’t stop her either. He was a selfish bastard, and wanted Tawny like a fiend. He wanted to bury his cock deep inside of her until she was branded as his.

  She undid his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it in pressurized motions. Tawny went back to kissing him, licking his lips, teasing him to the point of madness. He all but ripped the button from her pants in his attempt to get them off, but he stopped and molded his hands against her breasts, teasing and tweaking the stiff nipples. She continued to grind her cunt against his cock, their pants blocking actually penetration.

  “I want you so fucking bad.” He nipped and licked at her throat and growled against her flesh. She sighed and moaned, moved her pussy on him back and forth, harder and faster. She reached between their bodies and rubbed his dick through his jeans. He hissed out in ecstasy.

  “Wait, baby,” he said, breathing heavily. “I want your first time to be in a bed.”

  She pulled back, breathing hard. “Then take me to your fucking house, and finish this,” she said in a heated, urgent voice, and he wasn’t about to deny his woman.

  ****

  Dakota slammed Tawny against the wall of his apartment and took her mouth in a rough and demanding kiss. Something had come over him as soon as he had brought her into his home, like a wild animal rising up from the very darkest parts of him. She was Dakota’s, and there wasn’t anything or anyone that would change that, not even a brother of his MC, or some pussy dipshit.

  As it was, on a good day and when there wasn’t any threat of another male coming in contact with her, Dakota could handle his possessiveness and jealousy. But if any other motherfucker touched Tawny, looked at her in a sexual way, or even spoke to her in a way that didn’t sit well with him, a beast rose up inside of him, wanting to beat some ass. It was not something he could control, had gotten worse as the years passed and he let his need for her consume him. It was even worse now that they had gotten to this point in their life where
he knew she would be his. He had finally realized he was one of those guys when it came to the woman he loved. He was like a Grizzly, territorial of what was his, ready to knock someone down that threatened the woman that he considered only his, and Dakota had no qualms about hurting someone that even thought he could take Tawny away. These emotions were irrational and dangerous, he knew that, and although he would never hurt Tawny, and in fact would harm anyone else that wanted to challenge him for her, Dakota also couldn’t stop this. It was like a freight train inside of him, one that was going far faster than he could comprehend or control, and that had just derailed.

  He forgot about everything else, about his anger and obsession for her, about how enraged he still was, and if he wanted to keep her in his life he needed to not go so caveman on her and others. Right now he just wanted to focus on Tawny, right here in his apartment, in his arms, and submitting to him. He speared his hands in her hair and tugged at the strands hard enough that she was forced to tilt her head back and accept his hard kiss. But she gave as good as she got. The sting of pain from her biting his tongue and lips, the burn of her nails digging into the bare flesh of his biceps, had him harder and more eager to lie down with this woman, with his woman. He wanted to show her exactly how she was his, and that he wanted her with a fierceness that rivaled anything else on this planet.

  He groaned against her mouth, and a grunt left him when she bit him hard enough that the metallic flavor of his blood slammed along his tongue. She was definitely a wildcat, a fierce and wicked little thing. She was fucking perfect, and her lust for him matched his own intense need for her. He pulled back, took in the sight of her mouth parted, swollen and red, and leaned in to swipe his tongue along the bottom swell of her lip. She gasped out, curling her nails deeper into his skin until the pain morphed into pleasure.

  “I want you so fucking much, Tawny. Christ, you have no idea how much I want you, how hard I get just thinking about you.”

  “Yeah, I know exactly the feeling of wanting you with this mindless need that you can’t even thinking straight,” she murmured against his mouth, slid one hand up his neck, and curled her fingers into his hair. “I want you now. I want you to be my first, Dakota. It’s only ever been you.”

  He groaned out, grabbed a chunk of her hair and tilted her head back, and then kissed her even harder than he had before. “This will be your first time. I should go slow and easy with you.”

  “I don’t want slow and easy.” She pulled back slightly, lips glossy from their combined saliva, and flicked her gaze to his mouth. “I just want you to be with me. And if that is hard and rough, that is exactly how I want it.” She leaned in this time and tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth. “I know you’ll take care of me, and show me pleasure.” She moaned out. “I am so wet for you, Dakota,” she whispered, and his cock jerked so hard he couldn’t hold in his groan.

  He wanted her naked now, needed her under him, her legs spread, nothing separating them, and his cock deep in her sweet virgin pussy. Dakota pulled her closer, curled his fingers into the flesh of her hips, and lifted her off the ground before she could protest. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy right on his hard dick, and he latched his lips onto the soft, long column of her throat. He sucked at her flesh as he strode down the hallway toward his bedroom.

  Once inside his room he set her on the ground, and turned her around so she was pressed to the now closed door. He was a hungry bastard for her, and the only thing that would sate his appetite was Tawny. Before he could even take her clothes off, she was pulling at his. She had his cut and shirt off, and then went for the button and zipper of his jeans. She pushed his pants and boxer briefs down, and then there he stood with nothing on, and all he wanted to do was rip her clothes off and plunge his cock right into the hot depth of her pussy.

  She had taken control of this one moment, but that would be the only time he allowed her to take the lead. Once he had her in his bed, her body bared for him, he’d claim her cherry, make her see that he would be the only one that sampled her body, or looked at her naked, or touched her, from this point on. There would be no other one for her, no other man that would be able to say they had her. No, Dakota would be the only man that fucked Tawny. Ever.

  Dakota was going to devour her.

  She grabbed onto his biceps again, curled her little nails into his flesh, stared down at his chest, and then lower still to his hard cock. “God, Dakota, you’re so big.” She lifted her gaze to his face, her eyes heavy-lidded and her mouth slightly parted.

  “Yeah, fucking hard as steel, and all because of you.” He took her hand and placed it on his dick. “This is what you do to me every time I think about you, Tawny.” He lowered his face to her neck, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and groaned out at the light, fruity scent of her. “For the last few years this has been how hard I’ve gotten for you, watching you, knowing that I should just tell you that you’re mine, but being too pussy for that.”

  She pushed him back with her hands on his chest, and he forced himself to move back from her. “I’m nervous, Dakota,” she said, but went to take her shirt off.

  He groaned out. “Baby, we don’t have to do this right now. We have all the time in the world.”

  She swallowed and nodded. “I know, but I want to.” And then she was removing her shirt. Underneath she wore this little lace bra, her big breasts straining against the thin material. His girl was curvy as hell, with a rounded belly, flared out hips, and thick thighs that had been created to be wrapped around him. She was thick in all the right places and would be able to handle the kind of passion he wanted to give her.

  When she pushed her leggings down he had to force himself to stand still. But Dakota wanted to go to her, show her what she did to him on a primal level. She now wore nothing but a G-string and her lacy transparent bra, and damn was she hot. The curves on his woman went on for fucking miles. He reached down and palmed his cock. She lowered her gaze again to what he was doing. There was no shame in the fact he was touching himself in front of her. In fact he grew harder because of that fact.

  “Come on, Tawny, take off the bra and panties.” His voice was gruff, harsh, and filled with all of his pent-up arousal for her. Pre-cum dotted the tip of his shaft, and he moved his palm over the crown, smeared the slickness over the cap of his dick, and groaned out. Lowering his head slightly, he watched her as she obeyed his command to get fully naked.

  She reached behind her, slipped her fingers under the elastic of her G-string, and slowly pushed it down. The lights were off, but he could see her perfectly, could see that she had a thatch of darker blonde hair that covered her mound. The plumpness of her pussy lips was also visible through her slightly parted thighs. His heart thundered, his body starting to become covered in perspiration because of the anticipation to finally have her, but he stayed still. Absolutely fucking still. The pressure in his balls was intense, and he swore that he could come just from the sight of her like this: vulnerable, innocent, and obedient. His resistance was slipping, and his dick was so hard he wanted to pound into her until they collapsed in exhaustion when it was all said and done. He wanted to be tired and sated from fucking her, claiming her, and marking her up real good from his passion. Dakota wanted her smelling like him, her pussy covered in his cum, and this look of satisfaction on her face because he had been the one to make her feel good.

  No. You need to go slow, be easy.

  She took off her bra next, and when she stood there stark naked, her big breasts slightly shaking because she trembled, he lost it. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close enough that he could bury his face in the crook of her neck.

  “God, Tawny. I want you so badly, but I need to go slow. I have to keep telling myself that you need that for this first time.”

  She cupped his face, smoothed her fingers along his scruff-covered skin, and then leaned in to kiss him. “I trust you to take care of me and make this good. I’ve waited a long time for this, Da
kota.”

  He didn’t respond, couldn’t say anything that would express exactly what he was feeling right now. So, instead of saying something that would fuck this up, he slipped his hands on either side of her neck, smoothed his thumbs along her jawline, and tipped her head back to kiss her. He licked and sucked at her lips, and then slipped his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers with his.

  He kissed her for several long, languishing seconds, just memorizing her mouth until the sounds of their wetness, of the sucking and moaning that they both did, filled the room. Only then did he break away, kiss along her neck, suck at her pulse point, and smooth his hands down her back. He stopped at the base of her spine, curled his fingers into her soft, smooth flesh, and then gripped her ass in a firm hold. She gasped against his ear, and he pulled back to kiss her again, swallowing the sound. Moving his hands closer to the crease of her bottom, he moved them closer to her sweet, hot and wet center. The pads of his fingers came in contact with the part of her body that was dripping with her cream, hot and ready for his cock, and he groaned against her lips.

  “Please, Dakota,” she whispered. “I don’t think I can handle much more before I lose it.”

  He smirked against her mouth, kissed her once more, and then touched her pussy full-on. His fingers came in contact with smooth flesh, silky and drenched, and he slipped those digits up to the pussy hole that had never been sampled. The possessive part of him that he only felt where it concerned Tawny rose up violently.

  “This is mine,” he said harshly. “This pussy, this cherry. You, Tawny, you are mine.”

  She nodded, wrapped her arms fully around his neck, and pressed her breasts to his chest. He felt her nipples, hard because she wanted him, move along his pecs. He teased her pussy, stroked her smooth labia, pulled them apart slightly and then let them fall back in place. His cock throbbed fiercely, and pre-cum continued to come out of the tip of his shaft. He would not last five minutes once he was buried deep inside of her sweet little body. As embarrassing and adolescent as that was to think about, he couldn’t give two shits because he’d finally be with Tawny in every way.