Reverence: MC Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 3) Read online

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  Also By Davida Lynn:

  The Rising Sons Universe:

  The Rising Sons Motorcycle Club

  Rising Sons - The Virtues Series:

  Book One: Hope

  Book Two: Faith

  Book Three: Charity

  Rising Sons - The Davis Chapter

  Book One - Patience

  Book Two - Temperance

  Book Three - Reverence

  Detroit Heat:

  Book One: Kade’s Rescue

  Book Two: Rico’s Recovery

  Book Three: Jonah’s Rescue

  Standalone Work:

  Brutal

  Visions of Tomorrow

  Acknowledgements

  A big shout out to my writing partner Rayna Bishop, my faithful companion in telling stories. She keeps me honest and true. To Donna and Jill, my rocks when I need a foothold! To all of my beautiful advanced readers. Thank you all!

  My voice sounded small, meek, “Please don’t make me beg, Romero.”

  He laughed behind me, just inside the doorway. Despite giving him my sexiest voice, it didn’t seem to make any impact on him. God knows how many women he’d been with before me. Part of me worried that I just didn’t get him going. Then again, I was tied to his bed with my ass in the air. He had said I was the best lay he’d ever had, and I had to believe him.

  He let out a deep grunt as he stepped further into the bedroom. I wanted to turn around and see his cocky smile so bad, but I couldn’t. “You know that’s what I love the most, don’t you? Making you beg.”

  His voice shook me to my core. He fanned the flames of desire inside of me, and the ache between my legs grew. Romero knew exactly what he was doing. He would drive me crazy until I screamed every filthy thought inside of my head. I knew that was what he wanted. It was a delicious game of power and control, and at that moment, I was at his mercy.

  Romero stepped to the side of the bed and came into view. He was shirtless, his tanned and toned chest rising and falling with each slow breath. I stared at the large tattoo that covered most of his upper body. Lines and sharp angles that just looked tribal and so hard. Romero had ink just about everywhere on his body, but that one always stuck with me. It fascinated me, and when I wasn’t bound, I would run my fingers over it.

  His jeans were barely clinging onto his hips. The belt and fly hung open. I could see the black underwear and the unmistakable outline of his manhood beneath. I let out a faint moan. He may have been the only man I’d ever been with, but he was the only man I’d ever need.

  Romero’s dangling belt was thicker than the one that held my wrists to the headboard. I was glad for that. The belt wasn’t painful, but it also wasn’t comfortable. I knew that when Romero talked about punishment, he didn’t mean pink, fuzzy handcuffs and playful spanking. He meant business.

  I reached toward the throbbing package beneath his jeans, but my hand barely moved half an inch before stopping dead from the belt that held me. Romero smiled down at me like I was just a silly little girl. If I was, it was because he made me that way.

  “You want to touch it, don’t you? You want to feel every inch of my cock.” His voice was husky and smooth like the whiskey I was getting used to drinking.

  I nodded, my eyes widening with desire and lust. Words were at the edge of my lips, but my voice was caught in my throat. I was overcome by Romero and the danger of what we were doing together. He knew it, too. We fed off of that danger every time we saw each other.

  He slowly sunk down until we were eye to eye. He was crouched down beside the bed, and me tied there, my cheek pressed down against the sheets. I loved the soft look in his eyes. It played beautifully against the strong, manly biker that had me tied up. He had these bright blues that just pulled your attention from anything else in the world. In that moment, I couldn’t focus on anything else, anyway. I was bound to Romero’s bed, ready to take whatever he would do.

  He grunted, “Baby, tell me exactly what you want, so I can give it to you. If you don’t say it out loud, I can’t do it. Them’s the rules.” He smiled and reached toward me. He ran a finger over my cheek. It was so soft I almost couldn’t feel it as I closed my eyes. He was absolutely amazing. Every touch, every sensation was incredible.

  I moaned with deep desire, but my mind was afraid to tell him what I craved so badly. I knew he wouldn’t relent until I spoke, though. “I need…I need you to punish me.” Even the word punish sent shivers down my spine. It was such a trigger to me after being with Romero. So many words triggered me. I’d hear someone talk about pain, and it weakened me in the knees. I’d lean against the wall and close my eyes, losing myself in some fantasy.

  He shook his head from side to side. “I know, baby. I know. Tell me what you did wrong. After all, I can’t punish you if I don’t know what it was that you did wrong.”

  I loved just how sweet his voice sounded at the moment, but that the tenderness would soon give way to his darker side. “Remember when I teased you on our ride last week?”

  I knew he hadn’t forgotten. As he stood and walked behind me, I remembered the details of our trip. We hadn’t gone more than a few miles on his Harley before I’d unzipped his fly and reached a hand inside to feel his manhood. I’d nibbled at his ear and moaned over the roar of the engine and the wind. By the time we pulled off the road, it only took a few minutes before my blow job pushed Romero to the point of orgasm.

  “I remember. I remember how hard I had to fight to keep us on the road because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” His hand came down swiftly against my skin. I gasped at the initial pain. It was only pain for an instant and then it turned to something far greater. That feeling became a heat that swirled around me, from my ass to every inch of my body. Romero had this amazing skill. He could spank me just right every single time. “Were you tryin’ to get me killed?”

  I gasped. “No, I was trying to get you off.”

  I thought he would laugh back at me, but instead he brought his hand down hard on my ass. My body lurched forward, but I stopped myself from crying out. The warmth danced over my skin. I’d feel his punishment for days.

  Romero spanked me and made me beg for relief for what seemed like ages. When he finally touched my yearning womanhood, a massive orgasm came in seconds. My body had been dying for that huge release, and when my man gave it to me, it was more than I could handle. I collapsed forward into the sheets, grasping at the leather of the belt to steady myself. He didn’t let up, though. Romero climbed into the bed, his fingers never leaving my sensitive clit.

  I cried out through the orgasm, and when I thought it was fading, another came crashing down on me. Romero had a smug and satisfied smile on his face. He was so cocky and sure of himself. He had every right to be.

  Once Romero freed me from the bondage, it was my turn to please Romero. Even though the two of us hadn’t had sex yet, we were still plenty capable of taking care of each other. I knew that he had been with many other women, but every time I went down on him, he told me I was the best. I believed him. I believed everything he told me. With a devilish smile on my face, I dragged his jeans and underwear from his body. His thick cock was throbbing and ready for me.

  I could see wetness dripping from the tip, and I let out a little moan as I ran my tongue up his shaft. His body shuddered. It always felt so powerf
ul to be in control of such a strong man. As Romero lay back, I wrapped my lips around his cock. I might’ve been a virgin, but I was a fast and eager learner. We had only been together a few short months, but Romero and I couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

  Slowly, I began to take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I looked up his sun darkened body. When I pushed my head down, Romero’s eyes rolled back in his head. Nothing made me feel sexier. I circled my finger and thumb around the base of his cock and began to bob up and down. The heat and pressure between my legs increased again while my free hand drifted down to my womanhood.

  Our forbidden romance was such a turn-on for me. While I worked Romero with my mouth, I swirled two fingers over my clit. After the two of us collapsed in his bed, I thought about what my life had become.

  Being with Romero meant going against my family and everything that it stood for. If my father found out what was going on, there was no telling what he could do. He was a man capable of violence, and I knew he was looking for any excuse to destroy the Rising Sons.

  My father was the president of the Devil’s Branch Motorcycle Club, and James “Captain” Capriani was looking for any excuse to destroy the Rising Sons. If my daddy found out that I had been secretly dating a Rising Son behind his back, there would be hell to pay for me and for the rival motorcycle gang.

  The grill sizzled as my dad threw on four steaks. To the left, I could hear the Murphy kids playing. Our fence was just high enough to keep our backyard private just like Dad preferred.

  "All right, how do y’all want your steaks? Gage?"

  My brother looked up from his phone. "Bloody, twitching."

  He nodded. "Can do." He pointed the tongs at my mother. "Lita?"

  She looked up from tossing the salad. She gave Gage a disgusted look. "The opposite as his. I want to know it's dead."

  "You got it, sweetpea." He gave my mom a wink. Those two were still so in love after twenty-five years.

  Before he could ask me, I swallowed the chips I had stuffed into my mouth and held up a finger. "Just a sec," I managed. Once my mouth was empty, I looked back up. My dad had his arms crossed so that his old-style font that read Devil's Branch on one arm and Motorcycle Club on the other were in line.

  "Medium, please."

  "You got it." He turned back to man the grill.

  It looked like something out of a dull, ordinary story. If it hadn't been for my tattoo-laden brother and father, we would’ve looked like any other family on our street. We all knew better, though. My mother didn't have the typical ol' lady look of the tight t-shirt and hotpants, but she was just as much a part of the club as my father. My brother was being groomed to take over the top spot, if he could get his temper under control. His best friend and club brother, Ty, had the same issues with anger. Those two could’ve been twins.

  So, Angel," my father spoke to me but kept his focus on the grill, "How's the first semester going?"

  "It's going well. Big change from high school, but in a good way, you know?"

  He took a pull from a beer. "I do not. Got sick of high school during my junior year and called it quits. Something you won't be doing with your schooling."

  "I know, I know.” My father constantly drilled me to stay in school and graduate.

  My mom jumped in, "Any new friends?" She was never as good at covering her true intentions up like my dad. I could hear what she was really asking in her voice. She didn't mean girlfriends. I wondered if she and my father had planned it, or if she thought our family dinner would be a good time to jump in with her concerns.

  My mind jumped to Romero right away. He was new, and we were far more than just friends. Things between us were heating up more day after day. I tried to think of a night when he hadn't spent the night at my dorm or we crashed at his place. It was just so damn hard to pull myself away from him, even though we both knew the danger.

  I rolled my eyes at my mother. “No new boys, if that’s what you mean. Don’t worry, though. I’m making friends.” Before my dad could jump in, I added, “And I’m staying out of trouble.”

  He smile. “And that’s the way it’s going to stay, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, because between me and your brother, we got enough trouble in this family.”

  Mom shook her head. “Ain’t that the truth.”

  After dinner, while Gage and my mother carried all the dirty dishes inside, my dad sat down beside me.

  He let out a sigh as he sank into a chair across from me. Some days he could fool you with just how young he could look. I saw every year on his face that day. He had something on his mind; something he didn’t want to talk about in front of the rest of our family. I didn’t know exactly what it meant, but my guard was up anyway.

  “Whatcha thinkin’, Daddy?”

  He finished off the beer that was in front of him. “Work shit.”

  When your father was the president of an outlaw biker gang, that statement could mean any number of things. Drugs, violence, and all kinds of bad shit.

  “There’s a new club in town that’s got me a little more than itchy.”

  I nodded like I was hearing his griping for the first time. The truth was I knew all about the Rising Sons. More than he did, probably. I was much deeper on the inside than anyone realized. I could probably rattle off all the members who held ranks, and I knew the history of the Sons. If my father knew just how I knew all of that, he’d probably have a mini-stroke.

  I knew he was just venting, and it was best to let him speak without interrupting; just nod at the right times. “I wouldn’t care if it was a new club, but they ain’t. They’re expanding territory up from Bakersfield. Spreading themselves so thin is a stupid move, and it ain’t the only one they’ve made. They’re so fucking cocky. I can’t stand that shit. Know your place, goddamnit.”

  “Yeah.” I was barely hanging on. My mind was torn between the family I loved, and a man on the other side of the coin that I was quickly growing to love, as well.

  He stared off, looking for answers in the horizon. “Something’s gotta be done.”

  My eyes went wide, but I covered up with a bored look before he turned to me. He gave me a half-hearted smile. “Know what I mean?”

  I appeased him, even though there was pain in my heart. “Yeah. I gotcha, Daddy.”

  His voice changed as he spoke, “Julie, I’ve been meaning to talk with you. Your mother and I are just so proud of you going to college. We really do want you to have a better life than we have.” It sounded like he was pushing off the worry of his work. I was glad for it. His earlier words were a little too ominous for my liking.

  “I know that, Dad.” I loved my mother, but he and I were closer. Ever since he had rescued me from a bad situation with a high school boyfriend of mine, my father and I had shared a special bond. He and I could always talk honestly with each other, and I respected that. My thoughts changed slightly after his next statement, though.

  “She won’t come out and say it out loud, but your mother’s worried.” He raised his hands to cut me off. “I know it’s a bit silly, but you know how she is. Ever since things with Aaron, she has this weird thing about you finding a good man. She’s actually had me on the case since the beginning of summer. She just sensed something different in you, I guess. I don’t know why.”

  My heart started beating harder as he spoke. I didn’t like the direction that the conversation was going in. He was right; my mom never spoke out loud about my relationships, but it was clear that she was butting in. Had she found out about Romero and me? Had she lied to my father or told the truth, knowing what that could mean? I couldn’t think of the right words, so I had to let him go on.