by Ann Jensen
Everyone was back inside but it took a few minutes before Sharp could get a private word with Hawk. He made sure his voice was low. “I don’t think she can do this.”
“I think you underestimate your woman.”
“She has nightmares that leave her shaking and crying and only two nights ago she had a PTSD episode that had her catatonic for a time.”
Hawk took a pull on his beer. “I thought you were just trying to keep her to yourself. She’s shy but I didn’t know she was having issues.”
“I haven’t asked her too many questions, but you saw the shape she was in. It’s only been a week and some of the bruises are still there. Fuck, we were both soldiers. Imagine being captured and tortured for six months. We’re lucky she’s not a complete wreck.”
“Shit. That long?” Hawk shook his head considering. “Okay, you make the call. I can’t back down, but you can take your girl on a mini vacation–” Hawk’s words were drowned out by whistles and catcalls from at least half the men in the room.
Chapter 20
Look at me I’m Sandra Fucking Dee.
Sharp turned and had to take a deep breath. His little Pixie was gone. Replaced by a woman who could star in wet dreams across the country. Her hair was loose and slightly messy, bringing to mind wild sex. She had makeup on and full, red, pouty lips that made a man envision them wrapped around his cock.
Sharp adjusted himself in his pants. Instead of her usual flats she had on black shiny fuck-me boots that went up so high they brushed the tiny, black, scrap of fabric that hugged her ass. The cherry on top of the cake was a crimson corset that showed off every inch of her curves and propped up her boobs, displaying them like precious pieces of art.
He caught her gorgeous green gaze and moaned when she bit her bottom lip, showing her hidden nerves. His Brothers were shouting something repeatedly and it took him a minute to realize they were chanting ‘Banshee’. Unable to move and amazingly turned on, he stared as she walked up to him, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.
Hawk smacked him on the shoulder. “I think your girl is good. Though I’m starting to think this isn’t a punishment for her.”
Sharp ran his hand over Pixie’s shoulder and up to the base of her neck, locking his fingers in a tight grip in her hair. He pulled her back into an arch until he could see her nipples peeking over the edge of her top.
“That true, darlin’? Do you want me to show everyone what a talented mouth you have? Show you off to my Brothers and let them hear you beg me to orgasm, as I fuck you hard while they watch every expression on your gorgeous face?”
Pixie’s eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, her short breaths causing her chest to rise and fall in a tempting rhythm. Her answer was a whisper that went straight to his cock. “Hell yes.”
Sharp was starting to believe she was the answer to all his dreams. He had done dark and evil things in this life, but somewhere he must have pleased some higher power because Pixie was all his fantasies rolled into one unbelievable package.
He ran his fingers along the top of the corset, teasing her nipples and loving her gasp. He spun her around so her back was against his chest and he scooped her tits out, pushing the velvet down so they were on full display to the whole room. Her nipples were hard points and he pinched them, soaking in her sounds of pleasure as she closed her eyes and arched back into him.
“Open your eyes, Pixie. Everyone is looking at how fucking beautiful you are. All the bitches want to be you and the men want to be able to touch you, but they can’t. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sharp.”
“That’s right. No one gets to touch this body but me. Is your pussy wet?”
Sharp used his hand to drag up the front of her skirt and run his hands through her smooth silky folds. She must have been lasered at some point because she always felt perfect.
“Fuck, Max, you win fifty bucks. I was sure she had curls.” Highdive’s complaining made him smile.
“Give you double or nothing she can’t take him all without gagging.”
“With that tiny mouth? That’s a sucker’s bet.”
Sharp nuzzled Pixie’s ear, enjoying the active betting and attention they were getting. He had fucked women publicly before – most of the Brothers had – but the feeling of putting on a show was practically intoxicating. “You hear that, darlin’? They don’t think you can take all of me in that pretty little mouth.”
She smiled, her green eyes sparkling. “I am such a tiny Pixie.”
He nipped her ear. “I think you’re loving playing the Banshee.” He rolled her clit between his fingers until she pushed against his hand, her breath hitching. He pulled his hand away and wasn’t the only one chuckling at her frustrated groan. “Show them what you can do.”
Now came the part that would test every scrap of his self-control. He had felt what Pixie’s talented little tongue could do and the urge to fuck her mouth with abandon would be a temptation. The little minx turned and slid her body down his, her hands pulling the magic trick that had his belt and pants undone by the time she reached her knees.
“How do you do that so quick?” With his woman’s mouth so close to his cock it was hard to ask questions, but her maneuver was always impressive.
She ran her nails up his thighs, rubbing her face against his cock that strained to be free. She pulled back with a grin. “Nimble fingers.”
Her right hand came up between them and she held his wallet between two fingers. The room burst into laughter as he shook his head and took it back from her. He shouldn’t find that so damn sexy but as she used her nimble fingers to pull his cock out from his pants Sharp decided he didn’t care.
Pixie’s hand barely wrapped around him as she darted out her pink tongue, catching the first drop of pre-come. Her touch and licks were feather light, like a little kitten. He clenched his fists, wanting to grab her head and thrust himself down her throat, but decided to let her play.
This moment wasn’t only about them. It was about putting on a show and paying her penance. So far Pixie seemed to be enjoying this as much as he was, and Sharp didn’t want to fuck it up by pushing her faster.
When she took the head of his cock between her red lips, Sharp was afraid he was going to come from the view alone. Pixie sucked him in halfway, her cheeks hollowing and sending a jolt of pleasure straight up his spine. She moved up and down, using her hand to work the rest of his length.
“That’s not every inch. Suzie Sunshine can’t even take half of him,” some bitch from the crowd jeered. Sharp was ready to have the woman thrown out for interrupting when Pixie winked at him.
She loosened her jaw and then excruciatingly slowly she moved her mouth forward. Her throat wrapped around the tip of his dick and pulled him in with ball tightening swallows. His nails bit into his hands as he fought back the orgasm that threatened to explode out of him. When her nose touched his belly, he wanted to take a picture. She looked so fucking perfect with her eyes glistening and his whole cock shoved down her throat.
His hand gripped the back of her head, giving in to the urge to hold her there for a minute to savor the experience. When he let go and pulled back her gasp for air was the sexiest sound in a room full of masculine shouts of encouragement.
Pixie felt alive and more turned on than she had believed was possible. Her whole body was focused entirely on Sharp, but the knowledge that over fifty people were watching, commenting and getting turned on gave her a sense of power she had never experienced.
Pixie barely kept from falling forward when he pulled back, suddenly stepping away from her. Brain fogged by lust, it took a moment for her to realize he had walked over to a chair someone had apparently placed in the center of the room.
She licked her swollen lips, Sharp slowly stroking himself as he sat. A small smile curved his lips as he looked at her on her knees, breasts bare to the room and lips swollen from being wrapped around his cock. “Yee-haw, Cowgirl.” His teasing words reminded her she had
one more boast to fulfill.
“Yippee-ki-yay.” Pixie laughed and stood. She could feel her excitement dripping down her thighs as she stood and walked over to him. She started to straddle him face to face, but he spun her around.
“This is a show, darlin’. I want them to see my girl’s tits bouncing as I fuck her mindless.”
A slight high from the endorphins revved up her body. She lowered herself down and Sharp positioned himself at her entrance. Pixie arched her back as he slid in. With her legs pressed closed between his thighs, his cock stretched her in delicious ways. A tremor ran through her as his cock rubbed against her G-spot before sliding home. She gripped his knees, reveling in the feeling of being completely filled.
“God, Sharp, yes!”
She set a slow rhythm at first, rolling her hips like a belly dancer rising up until he was stroking that perfect place, then grinding back against him until he hit bottom. All the eyes in the room felt like extra hands stroking against her skin. Someone turned on music and she lost herself in sensation and rhythm, entirely forgetting anything but her pleasure and his groans as she undulated to a classic Nine Inch Nails song.
Her orgasm grew like a tidal wave and she picked up speed. “Please, Sharp! Oh God!” She started slamming down to the beat of the music, trying to get the deep penetration she loved so much.
Sharp reached around, grabbing her breasts, using them to pull her down as he started to thrust up into her. Pixie screamed and an orgasm blinded her, making her convulse, unable to do anything. But his hold had them still moving, her orgasm riding higher as he piteously ground against both her cervix and G-spot, causing her to gush. Passing out was starting to become a possibility when he lifted her and stood, taking her to hands and knees on the ground.
He grabbed her hair and slammed himself so deep she swore he had reached her womb. Pain and pleasure mixed in a beautiful combination, pushing her right back to the edge of orgasm.
“You are mine, Pixie.” Sharp’s words were punctuated with every thrust, loud enough for everyone to hear. “My Old Lady. Say it!”
Her second orgasm hit as she screamed, “I’m yours!”
“Dark Sons for life,” Sharp said, as his orgasm riding her own filled her.
“Dark Sons for life!” echoed voices through the room.
Chapter 21
The packaging may be pretty but it is what is inside that matters.
Pixie woke sore and more than a little giddy. She lifted her face off Sharp’s chest. Warmth flushed her cheeks at the memory of last night. The teasing from the Brothers about her twin sister Banshee being a badass made her giggle. They hadn’t shown her any less respect. In fact, Sharp received more teasing about being saddled with an Old Lady then she had about her little show.
She watched Sharp’s sleeping face and couldn’t believe he had made her the biker equivalent of his wife. She wanted to run outside and shout it to the world. She scooted up a bit and kissed his nose. Sharp’s face scrunched up and he opened sleepy eyes.
“Mornin’ darlin’. What time is it?”
She looked over his shoulder at the clock. “Oh my goodness it’s eight o’clock!” She scrambled out of bed, looking for clothes.
“And we didn’t get to bed until after four this morning.”
“But breakfast!”
“Isn’t happening on weekends, remember?”
Pixie flopped down on the bed, shaking her head. “I’m still getting used to things. Sorry, I woke you.”
Sharp sat up and Pixie enjoyed the view of his muscled chest with the colorful tattoos. “You know you don’t have to cook or clean at the Clubhouse. We might have a riot of Brothers looking for your bread, but they’ll adapt back to drive through and delivery.”
“What else would I do with my time? I had months of doing nothing. I can’t do that again.”
“You could get a job or a hobby. Whatever makes you happy.”
“I don’t have a high school diploma or even know how to drive a car.” She shrugged and tried not to let it bug her. “Besides, I love cooking.”
“Come here, Pixie.” He pulled her up and onto his lap. “You have a photographic memory. How come you never graduated?”
She shrugged. “My last foster home wasn’t a good place so I decided to go my own way. I was sixteen.” A high school diploma didn’t mean much if you didn’t have ID. You needed both to get a job. Maybe if she had tried harder, she wouldn’t have ended up chained in some basement for months.
“If you want to get your GED, we’ll figure it out. If you want to go to college or cooking school, the same thing. You’re mine, darlin’, anything you want, I will make it happen as long as I get to come home to you smiling.”
“I want to keep cooking for your Brothers but cooking school would be amazing. And can you teach me to drive a motorcycle?”
Sharp laughed, kissing the top of her head. “How about we start with a car? Only riding you need to know how to do is behind me.”
“All right, but I kinda like riding you from the front.”
“Brat.” Sharp rolled her over and kissed her breathless.
An hour later Pixie skipped down into the kitchen to make her and Sharp breakfast. Old Lady, cooking school, it was all more than she could have dreamed when she had been picking pockets to get her next meal on the streets of Denver, living in and out of the shelters.
Whistling, she opened the refrigerator to scope out what supplies she could work with.
“Well, that is the sound of a well-fucked woman.” Pixie let out a short squeak and turned around. Kickstand was sprawled on the couch looking way too smug about something. His glare and tone was off somehow, and it made her nervous. She caught movement and realized his hand was inside his pants and moving.
She spun back around, embarrassment flushing her face. After last night she didn’t think knowing someone was jerking off would bother her, but something about the way he looked at her made her feel dirty. This was Sharp’s home and she had believed they were alone. Why was he masturbating in Sharp’s living room anyway? “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were down here.”
“Pixie duty until six, bar bitch until midnight. The glamorous life of a prospect.”
“I was going to make breakfast. Looks like Sharp has enough eggs and bacon, would you like some?” She had her head bent down in the refrigerator, trying to act like she wasn’t creeped out.
“Amazing, you’re still pretending to be an innocent homemaker even after he made you his Old Lady. That’s cute.” His voice came from right behind her and startled her so badly she came close to dropping the eggs.
She moved away from him, placing the kitchen island between them as she laid out the materials for omelets. “What are you talking about?”
“Most bitches get what they want and show their true faces. After what I saw last night, I wouldn’t give a fuck if you were a harpy if I got a piece of that every night.”
Kickstand’s words killed what little joy she had left. Last night she had enjoyed herself immensely, but his words made her feel small. A part of her brain wanted to flip him off and say he was never getting a piece of anything. But the other part felt guilty about being bitchy because he was one of the people stuck babysitting her.
Pixie was saved from replying by the sound of Sharp coming down the stairs. She plastered on a smile trying to hide the fact she was so uncomfortable. Her man came in for a kiss and she leaned against him, trying to find the strength and happiness she had felt earlier in the morning.
How could this man make her feel so safe by just standing near her? Thoughts of creepy prospects and insecurities floated away as his hands ran up and down her back. She needed to be stronger and with his silent support, it was possible.
Sharp was surprised to find Kickstand standing in his kitchen instead of outside keeping guard like he was supposed to be. While Pixie had been changing the night before, he and Hawk had decided it was a good idea to keep someone near Pixie until they sh
ut down the bounty and dealt with both Mitchel and Caravaggio.
He decided to let it go. For now. Later he’d explain to Pixie that the people watching her needed to be outside where they could see people coming, not inside eating breakfast. That combined with the electronic security and the patrols of Brothers, watching the compound was more than enough to keep her safe. But Kickstand should know better.
His woman was withdrawn and quiet throughout breakfast and seemed uncomfortable with something.
“I’ve got to head over to the Clubhouse, pick some things up, and talk to some people. I’ll be back around lunchtime.”
Pixie’s head snapped up. “I can come with you.”
“Stay here and settle in. Watch TV and relax.”
“But...” Pixie seemed nervous, the confident side he had seen last night entirely gone.
“Kickstand will be outside. You’re safe on the compound. I’m taking you into town with me this afternoon and I have Club business to finish before we go.”
“Where are we going?” A little excitement returned to her voice, easing some of Sharp’s concern.
“You asked to come when I got more work done on my tattoo. Ink has an opening at one if you want to go. Or you can stay here if you prefer.”
“No, I want to go. You said Kickstand will be outside. I’ll be fine.”
Sharp was surprised on the odd emphasis on the word ‘outside’. He wondered if she still didn’t feel comfortable with the prospect. She had warmed up to most of the people she had been in close contact with, but not Kickstand. After the prospect’s crap attitude the last week, Sharp didn’t know if the guy was going to make it to patching in. The man never precisely complained about the shit duties prospects were given, but he also didn’t seem to appreciate the fact that every Brother had gone through the same process. Like boot camp in the military, it was a shared experience that earned their place and drew them together.
