Page 19 of Dagger's Target
The orgasm crashes through me with such intensity that I cry out, my body trembling as waves of pleasure radiate outward from my core. Dagger doesn’t slow his pace, driving into me harder, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, Katrina,” he groans, his rhythm becoming erratic. “You feel so damn good.”
His fingers tighten on my hip, and I feel him shudder as he finds his release. He collapses over me before rolling to his side so as not to put all his weight on me. His arms hold me tight against his chest, both of us breathless and slick with sweat.
For a long moment, we lie there in silence, both our hearts beating in tandem.
Dagger’s hand traces lazy patterns across my stomach right over the little bump where our baby resides, his breathing slowly returning to normal. I nestle deeper into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his skin against mine. The room is dark except for the sliver of moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting shadows across the walls.
“I never thought we’d be here again,” I whisper, breaking the silence between us. My fingers trace the outline of the dagger tattoo on his chest, feeling the slight ridges of the ink beneath my fingertips. “I mean, I know we’ve slept in the same bed for weeks, and we’ve been getting to know each other, but I didn’t think we’d get to this point.”
Dagger’s arm tightens around me. “I always knew we would be. Told you when I came after you, I wasn’t in this just for the baby. I wanted you.”
“You really wanted me?” I lift my head to look at him, studying the sharp angles of his face in the dim light.
He nods, his dark eyes meeting mine. “Told you I did. That night we met, I knew you were it for me. You got under my skin. You’re in my blood, Katrina.”
The rawness in his voice makes my chest tighten.
“I’ve never had someone do what you’ve done for me.” I share with him, letting him hear the vulnerability in my voice.
“I know you haven’t, baby,” he whispers and presses a kiss to my temple.
“It’s not easy to let people in, but you’re under my skin. In my blood too,” I admit.
Dagger rolls me so that we’re facing each other, one of his hands comes up to tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so we’re eye to eye. “It’s good I’m in there because I intend to stay, Katrina. I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll prove every day that it’s worth the risk. You won’t regret it, I swear on my life you won’t.”
Tears prick at my eyes, and I tug his face down to mine, kissing him deeply. I hope he’s right because he has the power I’ve never given to anyone, and that’s the ability to break me in a way my mother tried more than once growing up.
CHAPTER TEN
Dagger
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Katrina asks from the passenger seat of my truck. As much as I’d like to have her on the back of my bike, I wasn’t taking that risk. Not with her carrying our baby. We’ll have plenty of time for her to ride with me after he or she is born.
“Yeah, baby.” I don’t want her to be nervous going to the clubhouse, and truthfully, there’s not anything for her to worry over. The women, the ones that matter at least, are gonna love her. I know damn well Avery will just because she loves Katrina’s music. “You’re gonna be fine.” I reach across the console, take her hand in mine, and lift it to my lips. “Just be you, and they’re gonna love you.”
“Just be me,” she mutters to herself and nods.
“Heads up, though, there are some women at the club who will try to scare you off.” There’s no point in hiding, she’ll find out soon.
“What do you mean?”
I make the turn for the clubhouse, pull through the gate, and find a place to park. Once parked, I twist to her. “Some of the women, you’ll soon be able to tell the difference between the ol’ ladies and clubwhores.”
“Clubwhores?” She interrupts me.
“Yeah, they’re women who stick around here who don’t care who they fuck. They stay here at the clubhouse and are available to members of the club.”
“Have you?—”
Now, it’s my turn to interrupt her, “I haven’t been with anyone since the first time I fucked you, and you ran away. But what I’m trying to say is, they’re gonna say shit to fuck with your head. Don’t pay them any mind, unlike them, you’re an ol’ lady to this club. My ol’ lady.”
“Your ol’ lady,” she whispers and shakes her head. “I don’t know what that even means.”
“Means you’re mine. I don’t fuck around on you. You hold status within the club alongside the others. You being an ol’ lady means I have your heart and you have mine.”
“This is all confusing.” She sighs, sinking deeper into the seat.
