Guns & roses

by Glenna Maynard

  To touch me.

  To give me his fingers.

  His mouth.

  His body.

  All the pieces of him that I desperately want right now.

  “I’m tired.” I deliver the lie cool as a cucumber.

  He curls an arm around me. “Goodnight, wife ‘o mine. Sleep tight.” His lips brush over mine, and I almost lose the battle and return his kiss. A chuckle passes from his lips and rings in my ear. I squeeze my eyes shut waiting for him to move back to his side of the bed, but he continues to hold me. I grab his hand and start to move from under him. “Where are you going?”

  “To get a glass of water.”

  “That’s three.”

  “What?”

  “Three lies you’ve told since I walked in the door tonight. I told you we’ll have no secrets between us. You thought you’d sneak off and get yourself off, didn’t you?”

  “What? You’re crazy, Abel.”

  I try to push up, but he rolls over me, pinning me to the bed.

  “Let me up.”

  “Is that what you want?” Pressing his knee between mine he parts them. He tucks his thumb under my chin forcing me to meet his gorgeous blue eyes. “I think you want me to fuck the loneliness out of you.”

  “You don’t know me.”

  “Oh, baby. I know you. All alone with her fancy clothes and daddy’s money locked away like a fragile doll with no one to play with her. I’ll play with you.”

  I lick my lips and tears well up in the corners of my eyes. “You’re a real bastard.”

  “But I’m your bastard.”

  He’s right.

  He is mine.

  For better or for worse and right now this is definitely for worse because I break. I crumble beneath him and say, “Please.”

  “Was that so hard?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. His mouth crashes into mine, and I greedily thrust my tongue into his mouth and bow my back, lifting my hips, rubbing against him desperate for a release. We’re a fire burning brightly as we come together. Fingers clawing, teeth nipping, lips sucking, tongues tasting we collide. My shorts are jerked down my legs, and I’m flipped over face down ass up. Strong rough hands grab my hips and he lines up behind me. The man is cold as ice but when he gets lost inside me, he melts.

  “So tight. So ready. So mine.” He looms over me, wrapping a fist around my hair, and kisses the space between my shoulder blades. Guiding himself inside me, he lets out a groan. The heavy weight of him presses down on me, and when I slide further down in the bed his hand coils around my middle and rights me back into position. With one hand on my hip, he uses the other to tug on my hair while thrusting deep. My bones go all gooey like soft ice cream as my orgasm begins to build.

  “Say it, Ainsley. Tell me that you’re mine,” he grates, yanking on my hair.

  I smirk over my shoulder, circling my clit. “I belong to no one.”

  He pulls my hair harder and it turns me on. When he’s inside me I forget that I hate him. I fall deeper and harder into his web. My feelings for Abel being muddled with my attraction to his brother because he reminds me of what I miss. What I crave. I’m fucked in the head.

  His hand leaves my hip and comes down palm to cheek, spanking me hard.

  “Tell me.”

  My body hums in anticipation of the next blow. I shake my head and bite down on the pillow, welcoming the next. Slap. “Oh, God.” I rock back into him sending him surging so deep I could swear I can feel him in my belly. He draws back out as I pant.

  “Tell me or I’ll stop.”

  “You won’t stop.” I wiggle, trying to get him to move again.

  “The hell I won’t.” He pulls out and moves to his side of the bed. He fucking stopped, and I could smother him with my pillow right now.

  “Seriously?”

  “Sleep tight, sweetheart. I already got mine in the shower.” He winks and I feel ready to explode and not in a good way.

  “I hate you.”

  “I loathe you too.” For a second my breath caught in my throat because I thought the prick was going to say he loves me. I wouldn’t have believed him. What we share is part lust part loneliness. I turn on my side and debate going to sleep in another room, but he’d probably follow me just to be an ass.

  My mind drifts to where it shouldn’t—to Axel.

  “Forget me,” he said.

  I wish I could.

  I wish I’d never met him. That I never gave him pieces of me. He took those pieces with him when he went away.

  I thought maybe after things cooled down that someday he’d change his mind and come for me. We’d run off to some beach and change our names. But that tomorrow will never come. He won’t accept my letters and refused my visits.

  A tear runs down my cheek, and I swipe it away letting out a sniffle.

  “Are you fuckin’ crying?”

  “Nope.”

  “Fucking hell.” Abel rolls over and pulls me into him. I rest my head on his shoulder, tucking my nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. I despise him and yet feel so safe in his arms. It’s a cruel world, and I’m trapped in Abel Black’s arms.

  “Do whatever you have to. I forgive you.”

  If only I could forgive me.

  Abel grips my arms and pulls me onto him. We lay naked chest to chest. His fingers stroking my back. His erection pressed into my stomach. I feel crazy as my tears fall and my legs move to either side of him. I slide up his body and come back down on his cock. I ride him steady but slow. Eyes closed head back. I’m in a different place in a different time with another man. But I feel happy and free even if it’s not real.

  Teeth sink into my skin and I tremble and quake. I take it all and just ride until I find my release and my husband does too.

  Chapter 3

  Axel

  Somewhere, Kentucky

  “What are you doin’ here?” I stare at the girl I thought I was gonna marry someday through the glass.

  “I’ve been thinking about you. A lot.” Her palm flattens against the glass separating us. I place my hand up on the other side, wishing I could reach out and touch her. “I never wanted this. I didn’t think.”

  I smirk. “Thinking wasn’t our problem, sweetheart.”

  A coy smile spreads over her features. “I suppose not.” Her tongue darts out and wets her lips. “Axel, I tried to talk to them on your behalf. I—”

  “Hey.” I cut off her off, shaking my head. “None of that. Doesn’t matter. You didn’t kill that guy. I did that. You look real pretty today, Coralie.”

  A tear slides down her cheek and it kills me to see her cry. To see her blaming herself. She may not be mine, but she used to be. I care about her. She’s all I have left in this fucked up mess that is now my life. I let Ainsley go. I gave her to my brother even though she was never really mine to give. I wanted her. I knew what would come with her…money…power…the fresh start away from Drag Creek I desperately needed. I should cut Coralie loose too. Tell her to go out and live her life. Be happy. Finish school. Meet someone nice. Someone who isn’t like me.

  “We were never gonna work, were we?”

  We come from two different worlds. “Don’t say never.” I wink at her.

  “Oh, Axel. God, I wish I could just reach through this glass and hug you. You have to know that I did love you. I did. I think maybe I still do.”

  “I know. I loved you too. Part of me always will.”

  Her throat bobs and she bites back her tears. “I’m going to be here every week. You’re not in this alone. I’ve been talking to this guy from school. He’s pre-law and he thinks maybe we could find a way to get you an earlier release.” Her voice drops. “He knows things about Jacob and his father. Neither of them were good people. There were charges pending on Jacob. The Senator paid lots and I mean lots of money to cover it up, but there’s this girl. He raped her and beat her up. You coming to that party and knocking hi
m out probably saved me from sharing her fate. I had no idea. I feel so stupid. I’m so sorry, Axel. But that’s beside the point. I think he bribed people to make sure you were locked up. Honestly, I don’t think Jacob died from you hitting him. I think there is a lot more going on than anyone knows. Do you know what Jacob dying has done for his father’s career?”

  “Piece of shit or not, I still have to answer for what I did. I’ll do my time. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine.” I lick the cut on my upper lip from the fight I got into yesterday. Couple of Skinz jumped my ass. Was no big deal. I held my own. The Mexicans have it out for me too. Lots of enemies in here but I have friends too.

  “I’ll do whatever I can.”

  “Stop poking around places you shouldn’t. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

  The guard steps forward. “Time’s up.”

  “Next week. I’ll be here.”

  I nod and turn my back on her sad eyes.

  I should tell her to stay the fuck away, but I’m a selfish bastard and misery loves company.

  “I love you, Axel,” she cries out. I can hear the tremble in her voice, and it cuts me in two.

  We created this situation.

  I do blame her partly and want her to hurt and suffer.

  I can be a cruel son’bitch when I wanna.

  I’ve got the blood of Slim and Rebel Black running through my veins.

  I can only hope Ainsley is faring better with my brother, but the truth is, I know he’s a bastard. He’s like me. We take what we want and don’t care who we hurt. It’s why I trust him to do right by Ainsley when push comes to shove. He’s always envied me. Always wanted to walk in my boots. Be the big brother. The one who’d inherit the club. He got his wish. He better enjoy it while it lasts because when I do get out, I’m going to Texas and taking back what’s mine.

  Nothing will come between me and Ainsley. Nothing will keep me from my rightful place as Prez.

  Not even blood.

  I hold my hands up and the cuffs go back on for the walk back to lockup.

  Back in my cell I lay on my cot and think about Ainsley. Her smile. Her carefree attitude. I hope she hasn’t lost her spirit. I know my pushing her away is a dick move, but I don’t want her worrying about me and wasting her time and money on things that won’t do anything but bring her down. She has her own shit to worry about, and I can’t protect her from in here. But out there she has the next best thing. Abel.

  He won’t let her down.

  He won’t let me down.

  Like he said, he’s his brother’s keeper and for now he’s keeping what’s mine.

  Chapter 4

  Abel

  Rolling over in bed I open my eyes and yawn. Then I smile at my wife’s naked ass. I fucked her ass to sleep last night. My handprint marks her skin. I hold my palm out and line it up with the pink welt. Caressing her backside, I grow hard again, but I need to piss. Reluctantly, I leave her sleeping and get my day started. I’ve got to get out the door and to The Inferno to hold choir.

  When I come out of the bathroom, Ainsley is sitting on the edge of the bed staring at her feet. No doubt beating herself up for giving in and fucking me all night. Her red rimmed eyes meet mine swirling with emotion.

  “I gotta ride out. You good?”

  “I will be. I might go to the after-hours clinic later. I still feel nauseous. As soon as I tried to stand up, I got dizzy and bile was in my throat. Maybe I stood up too fast.”

  I cross the room and grab my cut off the bedpost. I shrug it on and crouch down in front of her. Cupping her face, I stroke her cheek. “You could be pregnant.” I smirk at the thought. We’d make a beautiful baby. Her dark hair and my light eyes.

  She jerks away from my touch. “You’d love that wouldn’t you.” Her eyes narrow on me. “You love the idea that I’m your property. It gets you off.”

  “I got you off multiple times last night.” She looks away, cheeks blooming pink. “Don’t act like you don’t love having me between your legs, wife o’ mine. You didn’t have any problem screaming my name last night.” I spread her thighs and bury my head between her legs. I inhale and grin up at her. “You still smell like me. I bet if I wanted that pussy for breakfast, you’d give it to me.”

  A scowl stretches over her face, but I can practically hear her heart racing at the thought.

  “That what you want to start your day? Me giving you an orgasm.”

  Ainsley slides her fingers through my blond hair, jerking my head up. Our eyes meet, and I know that’s exactly what she wants. She won’t admit it. Bitch would rather die than confess how badly she wants it.

  “Don’t stress, sweetheart. I’m in a giving mood. Lay back on the bed.”

  Wordlessly she falls back on the mattress. Her legs fall to either side, and I bury my face between them. Thrusting two fingers inside her heat, I’m not surprised at how aroused she is. Ainsley can pretend to hate me all she wants, but we both know it’s her guilt that eats away at her.

  She may care about my brother, but she’s attracted to me. She loves my cock as much as my mouth. I’m here. He’s gone and not coming back for a long time. A day will come that he’ll be released but by the time that happens I plan on Ainsley having my babies. By then she will love me.

  Wiggling beneath me, her legs kick out when I make a come here motion hitting her in the right spot. She’s close. My dick strains against my zipper, eager to get back inside her. My cell buzzes and I pull away, wiping my mouth on her inner leg as I do.

  I grab my phone out of my back pocket. It’s Uno, my VP. Ainsley is propped up on her elbows. Her pussy glistens with her arousal and my saliva. She’s panting and hanging on the edge.

  “Lo,” I answer and grin at my wife. Each and every day I like the taste of it in my mouth more and more. The taste of her.

  “Just because you’re Prez don’t mean you get to be late for choir.” We are still getting used to one another. He came to me from my brother-in-law’s club, Devils Rejects MC. He may be older and wiser, but this is my club. We came together to end the war between our two clubs but that doesn’t mean I fully trust him either. I know that being Prez puts a target on my back.

  “I’m on my way.” I end the call and shove my phone back in my pocket. I rub my thumb over Ainsley’s clit. “We’ll finish this later.”

  I stand up and she grabs a pillow, holds it to her face, and screams.

  “You’re a greedy brat, but I can’t be spoiling you.” I bend back down and place a kiss on her pussy lips. I can’t help myself from licking her from clit to ass. When my tongue hits her ass, she squirms. I’ll be exploring more ass play with her in the future. The thought of taking her ass has me rock hard, and I decide fuck it. I’m the Prez, those fuckers can wait a few more minutes. I unzip my jeans and lay next to her. “Get over here and sixty-nine me. I want that mouth.”

  Ainsley gives as good as she receives, and I ride out ten minutes later after shooting my load on her face.

  **

  The Inferno was a warehouse Tiny Leone once used for moving the women he’d sell. Now the property serves as clubhouse to Black Rebel Devils. We gutted the place. It was in fuckin’ bad shape. Some parts are still under construction, but we got the bar finished. Stephanie, Uno’s ex-bitch, baby momma, whatever in the fuck she is to him designed it. I think she’s a bit of a cunt, but she did a great job. It has a real distressed and worn in look, as though we’ve always been here. Wooden beams make up the ceiling with large fans that also serve to light up a majority of the space and they have dimmers on them. This club may be founded with the blood money of Tiny Leone, but we won’t do things the way he did.

  We’re building a still and expanding my family’s moonshine business. Using Romeo’s recipes. He used to be the VP of Black Rebel Rider’s MC. He taught my father everything he knows about making good ol’ corn liquor and he taught Axel and me. It’s up to me to carry on family tradition. It falls on me t
o continue the family line. To have a son who holds the last name Black.

  Ainsley may already have my brother’s child growing inside her, but either way her baby will be brought up as mine. Blood of my blood. Flesh of my bone.

  “Hey, Prez,” Carmen purrs, wiping down the bar and getting things ready. Bitch is fucking fruitier than a fruitcake. Uno brought her from Webb Hollow with him. Said she needed a new start. We give her room and board and she keeps shit clean.

  “You got some coffee for me?”

  Her head bobs eagerly as she scrambles to pour me a cup.

  I take the mug and kiss her cheek. “Thanks, baby doll.” I slide her a few bills. “Place is looking great. Head on out and buy yourself something pretty to wear for my new men.”

  Carmen’s face lights up and she’s out the door. She’s okay, but I don’t want her sticking around while I hold choir. Whores like her are a dime a dozen and can be turned easily. I spot Oaklyn coming down the stairs wearing ATL’s t-shirt.

  “Hey.” She lets out a yawn and smiles at me.

  “Mornin’.” I laugh under my breath spotting the hickey on her neck. Looks like she did just fine seeking out company elsewhere. Doesn’t bother me. I already fucked her. Was gonna hit it again last night but things changed. Ainsley gave in. I’ll be having her pussy whenever I please. No need for club pussy if I can get my needs met at home. “Denver, give this lady a ride to her car,” I bark the order out to one of my new prospects.

  “You got it, Prez.”

  “So that’s it, huh?” Oaklyn cocks her head to the side.

  “Yup. But guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

  “Maybe. I do enjoy fucking bikers.” She squeezes my wrist and kisses my cheek. “But hey. You and the wifey ever want to spice up the bedroom. Give me a call. I’ve seen her around town. I’d hit that.”

  I shake my head. “No fuckin’ way.”

  “What? You afraid she’d enjoy what my mouth can do a little too much. Bet I’d make her cream her panties in three minutes tops.”