The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,68

coming away with a handful of his hair.

He slammed into her, stilled, and groaned like a warrior who'd won the battle.

Trying to gain her second breath, she pulled him down on top of her. He rolled with her, cradling her to his chest. She closed her eyes, feeling his heart race against her cheek.

Several minutes passed, and she inhaled deeply, completely satisfied. "If you're going to live with me, can we do this all the time?"

His chest rumbled. "What do you think?"

She smiled, knowing his answer.

"How long do you have until you have to hit the road?" she asked, already dreading him leaving.

"Twenty-one days."

Never had he given that many days to her, back-to-back. She tilted her head and looked at him. "Thank you for coming back to me."

He kissed her upturned lips. "Always told you I would."

His cock slipped out of her. She groaned, already missing having him inside of her.

He brushed her hair off her face. "Don't move. I'll get you a towel."

"Okay." She kissed him again.

He left the bed. She stayed stretched out, knowing she'd make a mess if she stood up and their combined pleasure slipped out of her. It dawned on her that he'd never offered to use a condom any time they were together.

Dutch returned to the bedroom. She opened her legs, letting him clean her.

"Why don't you ever use a condom?" she asked.

He glanced at her. "You're on the pill."

"How do you know that?"

He tossed the towel to the floor and crawled back up in bed with her, pulling her back against him. "Because I had Rachel take you to the doctor and get you on the pill when you were sixteen."

She lifted her head. "You did?"

"I knew if you ever tried to rub up against me again, I wouldn't be able to stop from doing more."

"We missed having the next time because you were arrested and went to prison," she whispered.

He kissed her softly. "We'll make the time up."

She warmed, cuddling against his chest. Knowing he wanted her clear back then as much as she'd wanted him thrilled her.

Chapter 30

NO ONE HAD ANY DOUBTS Marla Marie belonged to Dutch tonight. He stroked his finger against the jeans covering her pussy. With his back to the corner of the pool hall and Marla Marie straddling his lap, nobody could see what his hands were doing.

But they knew.

Marla Marie was a sexual woman who'd gained her freedom. She craved constant attention from him. The second he told her they could touch each other whenever they wanted, she'd taken that as permission to push him until he lost control.

She raised her head, taking her mouth off his neck. Rubbing the spot she'd sucked on with her fingers, she grinned.

"You have a huge hickey on your neck." She rubbed her lips together, caught up in the pleasure she got from him, rubbing her. "You're officially mine."

"That happened a long time ago." He inhaled deeply. "I'm going to have to get up."

"Why?"

He took her hand and put it on the front of his jeans. "There's no more room in there."

She arched an eyebrow. "Maybe I want to keep you that way all night."

"Then, you'll pay when I get you home."

She lowered her eyelids and shrugged, failing to hide her grin. The little minx was probably going to give him a heart attack. She'd skipped the years of exploring her sexuality because he was sitting in prison. Apparently, she wanted to gain that time back now.

"Order us up something to eat while I walk out back and have a cigarette." He kissed her and scooped her off his lap, setting her on her feet.

He walked off, clenching his teeth in uncomfortable pleasure. The fresh air would do him good if he was going to last.

Outside, he joined Buck and Falcon, glad for the darkness. Lighting a smoke, he lifted his chin to the others.

"You've got your hands full." Buck lifted his beer bottle. "I haven't seen Marla that happy before."

"She might kill me, but I'll die with a fucking smile on my face." And, that was the dream for every man in the club.

Falcon leaned against the end of the picnic table. "What are you going to do about the patch you're wearing?"

He still belonged to the Bellevue Chapter. Now that he was living in Moses Lake, he had to decide if he would ask for a transfer. Since he was keeping his job, running communications between the three chapters, he would continue to answer to Woody. He wasn't