The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,74

always been there.

He never let up. "Yeah."

"C-can we have sex?"

"Not yet."

She vibrated. "You're killing me."

As if teasing her, he changed methods, using his toes again. Her right leg jolted as he hit the right spot.

Her breasts forgotten; she grabbed the table with both hands. Her body bowed, arched, rubbing against his toes.

His toes spread over her clit, and he shook his leg, creating vibrations on the swollen nub. Her lower stomach coiled.

She held her breath to keep her orgasm at bay and enjoy the pleasure longer, but her body exploded. Gasping air that wasn't there, her head hit the back of the chair. Her body quivered.

"Marla Marie?"

She opened her eyes, righted her head, and looked at him. "Hm?"

"Come here."

On trembling legs, she pushed out of the chair, weak from her orgasm and still shaking.

Dutch shoved the table away. She climbed up onto his lap and slid down on him with ease. She moaned, looping her arms around his neck. He spanned his hands on her waist and slid her up and down, grateful for his strength because she couldn't support herself after he'd brought her pleasure.

He gazed down where their bodies connected. "Any idea or fantasy you want, I'll give to you."

"Mm." She kissed his cheeks, his forehead, his lips.

He was only challenging her. She had a lifetime of things she wanted to do with him.

His thighs tightened under her ass each time he plunged deep inside of her.

"Give me your mouth."

She slid her tongue between his lips, then sucked on his, caressing the velvety surface.

Dutch lowered his hands to her ass, grinding her down as his movements jostled her. He groaned into her mouth. She swallowed the sound, feeling her arousal return with a vengeance.

While he shot his come inside of her, she slipped her hand down her stomach and rubbed her clit, finding pleasure for the second time.

He chuckled on a sigh, his legs stilling underneath her. She lazily bit his lower lip.

"That..." She pressed her forehead against his. "Was totally believable. If we would've had company, they would've never known what we were doing underneath the table."

"Bullshit." His upper body quaked in amusement.

"No, it was totally doable."

"Doesn't matter," he mumbled. "I'd fuck you anywhere. The hell with everyone else."

Her laughter died on her lips, and she warmed all over again. She never doubted his ability to love her, no matter how ridiculous she'd acted in the past.

Not once had she ever held back or not gone to him because of his age and fearful that she asked him for too much.

Dutch's unconditional love gave her the freedom to be who she was. That love never wavered, even when they were apart. She could see that now.

She placed her head on his shoulder and held on to him. He had things to do today, and she needed to go to work later.

He reached up and cupped the back of her head, in no hurry to start their day. She closed her eyes. All her fantasies paled compared to reality.

Chapter 33

FALCON EYED DUTCH. "What's wrong with you?"

Nothing was wrong. Hell, he felt better than he had in years. Except, he must've pulled a damn groin muscle stretching his leg under the table that morning, fulfilling Marla Marie's old fantasy.

He pulled up a chair and sat. "I'm going to talk to Woody when I get back to Bellevue."

"You've made a decision?"

"Out of respect, I'd like to talk to him first. But I wanted you to know I'll have an answer for you by the eighteenth."

Falcon nodded. "That works for me."

He shook Falcon's hand. "I'll also take you up on the offer to sit in on the meeting today."

"Good to hear." Falcon gathered his beard in his hand. "I'll fill in Buck and let him know."

The president of the Moses Lake Chapter stood from the table, ending their discussion. His plans for the future mapped out, Dutch walked over to see about borrowing Mike's truck later in the day, and one of the women hanging around the pool hall stepped in front of him and started playing with the front of his vest.

"I'm bored." She pushed her breasts against him. "But you look like you could keep me entertained."

In his condition, he couldn't even get his dick up.

"Pick another biker, babe." He raised his head and spotted Marla Marie standing at the end of the counter, glaring in his direction.

The woman slithered her arms around him and cupped his ass. He extracted the woman from his body and set her away