Maximum Velocity
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“Take it back!” the older guy growls.
“You forget this doesn’t frighten me. this is foreplay for us, so you’re not doing anything but posturing for her benefit. I could offer you my cock right now and I know your tongue would flick out to taste me, wouldn’t it?”
As if he is willing to test his theory, Aide begins to undo his fly while the older guy holds fast to his grip.
“Stop.”
“Only if you’ll admit that you’re weeping in your pants at the thought of her seeing me feed you all of my cock. Tell her how much you love the taste and flavor of it. Let her know that enjoy feeling me stretch you in every way possible. Speak the words that are in your heart and I’ll stop. I won’t tell her anymore beyond what I’ve stated and this last comment. You tremble at the simple thought of me getting hard for you when you’re naked before me.”
The older guy releases his hold and drops to his knees. Aide steps forward and strokes the older man’s head.
“I didn’t think I was ready for anyone else to know, but it feels good having someone else hear the words. I do love you. I love women too, but only because I want to be a father.”
Well hell! This is an interesting turn of events. I didn’t expect this one to unfold in front of me.
“If that’s what you want, Trav, then that’s what we’ll have. We’ll get to work on that right after we’re done with this shift. Once relieved, we’ll work on relieving the pressure I know you’re feeling. We’re also out of the HR. you got me?”
Travis nods his head in agreement.
“Whatever you want, Aide. If you want out, then we’re out. I know you’re only here because I’m still here. We walk and that’s it.”
Who would’ve guessed my wild, joking accusation was spot on. That’s far more than I expected to get out of this. I’m glad I’m totally off the menu. Even if he were still interested in me, he couldn’t have what he wanted. I’m already knocked up. It can’t be seen in the frumpy clothing I’m wearing but my baby is growing inside of me.
- Zoie is 27 years old
- Ziaire is 22
- Sheridan is 29
- Lucian is 32
- Ilona is 34
Chapter
Atlanta, Georgia – inked to the Max
Trev
4½ months pregnant
“I feel the earth move under my feet ...” she sings as she dances.
I’m the luckiest S.O.B. this side of the Mason-Dixon line. She’s finally agreed to take our relationship and the bay news public. Once she told me the she was pregnant some part of me hoped. Another part of me knew her baby was mine. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I realized the truth. She gave me the best damn birthday present when she verified what I already knew. I didn’t need a test to tell me anything because she finally told me the truth.
Now, there’s a platter of breakfast foods, coffee brewing, a cinnamon roll with a candle, and a painting—a Zo-Wat original—sitting on one of the counters along with a plaque that says, “The Worlds Most Tatted and Shocked Dad.” I have to step back so that she doesn’t hear my laughter. I’m so in love with this woman there are no wards to sufficiently capture what it Is I’m feeling.
Every time she says, “Well damn” or “oh my damn”, I see a blush creep over her cheeks and smirk in response to it. When her eyes meet mine, I know she knows what I’m thinking. Damn, if I don’t get hard as steel watching that crimson tone color her cheeks as the blush deepens.
The very first time she and I had sex—drunk as fuck or not, I still remember that shit—I’d heard those words on multiple occasions. My favorite was when I’d first released my cock from the confines of my jeans.
She’d breathlessly said, “Well ... damn!”
When that tongue of hers darted out, I almost came on the spot. I couldn’t wait to feel it and her mouth wrapped around me. When it came time, she got in a few good bobs before I was lifting her off the ground and tossing her to the bed. It proved to be too much. I’d been waiting for so long to have her. I needed to have her full of me. My body insisted. My dick was persistent. I had to feed all that I had to offer to that sexy as fuck pussy of hers.
Our connection was mind-blowing. I felt my pulse increase as I settled between her legs and took a moment to enjoy how we fit. She couldn’t handle it. Zo sat up and kissed me. Holding on to my neck she lifted and began to move. I allowed her the freedom to do so for a few minutes, loving the shit out of how willing she was to take what she needed. I savored the fact that she was using me. It proved to me I’d been an idiot. I also saw how quickly her control was slipping. I saw the instant it did, relished the frustrating desire in her eyes.
After kissing her breath away, I pressed into her. Holding on to her shoulders, I drove into her while continuing to kiss her. Her nails bit into my back and scored my flesh as I continued to pump.
“Oh. My. DAMN!” she’d screamed as I felt her walls clamp around me, pulling me in deeper.
“Going deeper, Tress.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” she’d let out the longest moan as I fed the last few inches to her.
“I’m fully there. Damn, that’s a beautiful sight.”
I’d been watching her body take all of me and the sight had my entire body tingling with the need to let go. I felt her body begin to tremble as she lifted a foot and pressed back. I gave her no purchase. Chasing her, I drove back in, as deep as she would accept me. Her hands gripped the comforter and fisted it even as she began to speak.
“Fuck. It’s too damn much for one ... man ... to ... shit ... have. Say it again.”
I believe that last part of the statement took all she had left in her because she collapsed to the bed and waited. I couldn’t have that. She needed to be a willing participant in this. Lifting her legs, I placed my hands at the base of her thighs then pulled back and drove into her again.
“SHHIIIIITTTT!”
“Wake up and come for me, Enchantress.” I told her when the scream finally ebbed, and she looked at me through hooded eyes.
Obedient beauty that she is, she moaned her release in the next second. She was so tight, I had no other choice but to let go when she bucked and grabbed my ass. I didn’t get anymore strokes in. I was done for and reveling in the most powerful climax ever to rock through my body.
I should’ve known then that I’d been the one to get her pregnant. My addled mind had me questioning whether or not we were even together when I woke up the next morning. She wasn’t there when I awakened. I did find her panties later the next day. My brain came up with excuses and dumb ass reasonings as to why her silky drawers were in my bedroom. Some part of me knew we had been together because I knew the panties belonged to her. I’d been in the room on a few occasions where I caught her shopping online and saw that pair on the screen. Plus, they smelled of Zoie. I don’t believe my brain wanted to accept the truth of it because she was gone the next morning. I didn’t want to believe I’d had her and we just returned to the same old shit the next day.
Beautiful. That’s what I think when I look up those long, gorgeous creamy brown legs of hers then at the juncture between her thighs. exquisite. Zoie is a living, walking, breathing masterpiece. Timeless. Beautiful.
That’s the perfect word to describe her. She’s stunning. Kissing my way up her soft, yet muscled thighs, I use my shoulders to press forward and part her even more. Zo hasn’t looked down at me yet. I’ve heard her talk about how some man’s eyes make her wetter than she thought was possible.
“How can eyes have that effect on someone?” she’d asked.
The person didn’t have an explanation to offer her. I had to know if I could be the one she’d been discussing in private all of this time.
Parting her thighs, I see the Promised Land. She’s clean shaven and a little darker from the position I am in.
Chapter
Atlanta, Georgia- Inked to the Max
Zoie
5 months pregnant
“Drago
n.”
“What, babe?”
“Dragon. You are my dragon, honey.”
“First, let me tell you that I love it when you call me ‘honey.’ Second, I’m going to need an explanation.”
“You’re a dragon. No, you’re my dragon because damn if you don’t bring the fire in the bedroom.”
He chuckles and it sends chills all over my body. I still can’t believe this is real. He’s finally right where I want him to be.
Trev
“Yeah, I could get used to that.” Taking hold of her mouth, I thoroughly kiss her before I have an amazing idea. “Design me one.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I know you heard me. I can clearly see that you’re more surprised than anything else.”
“You want me to design a dragon for you?”
“Yes, I do. I’m thinking that blank area on my right thigh would be the perfect place for it.”
“Done. Only I’m getting one in the same place.”
Growling, I pull her to me. I clasp our hands together before bringing her left one to rest on the solid rod between us. She giggles.
“I don’t think we’re going to be leaving anytime soon. Someone needs attention.”
“Always look forward to getting attention from you, Tress.”
“Will you attend to me as well ... Dragon?”
“Fuck yes.” Quickly lying on my back, I pound my chest. “Come take your seat. Oh no, Enchantress. Back into it.”
When she releases that sexy little mewl, I feel a twitch of my dick and tightening in my balls.
“Jumpy, Baby?”
“He’s as excited about the prospect of this as I am.”
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Atlanta, Georgia – inked to the Max
Zoie
5½ months pregnant
Z
o, I believe your next appointment just arrived,” Yasmeen or Yaz calls out so everyone in the shop can hear as she heads back to her desk.
I actually felt their arrival despite the busy Atlanta traffic around this time of the day. Lunch time in a populated city area is busy and insane. Atlanta traffic is an entirely different breed of life. Still, I felt the rumble from their motorcycles as the rode up to the front parking area. The individuals who make up the party affiliated with my next appointment are fortunate to find somewhere to park out front. Delivery trucks are usually everywhere. Maxie’s bike isn’t out there today, so her spot is open.
Looking at the main door, I watch three guys and a woman as they ride up then dismount their bikes. It’s weird calling them bikes, even in my head, considering the men parking those monsters are huge. Trevor would look hot as fuck standing alongside that crew.
“I know what you’re thinking, Tress. I’ll tell you about that part of my life at a later time.” Trevor swats my ass. “To answer the unspoken question, I make any machine and anything between my legs look fucktastic.”
“Is that supposed to include me?” I ask even though I know he’s not referring to me in any way.
“Nah. Tress, you do that all by your lonesome. You live and breathe that all while making it look impossibly east,” I shake my head as my response. “Plus, I look even more delectable riding it. Nothing like I do when I’m riding you, but you can picture it.”
My current client giggles causing me to roll my eyes once again. Clearing my throat and my thoughts, I turn away from the cleaning of my area, so I can greet my next client but not before I get a quick barb in.
“FYI, I wasn’t thinking that at all. I wasn’t thinking about you in any way.”
I’m sure he would’ve believed the words had my stupid voice not giving me away. Trevor produces the sexy smirk that makes my insides all swirly and instantly heats my core.
“All right, Dancer Girl, you keep telling yourself that. I’ll leave you to all this. Oh, and you’re not allowed to go falling for any of the three bears or the dark-haired goldilocks who are getting ready to walk through those doors.”
I start laughing and so does Yaz and Cherry. Max enters the den from the back office. The den is what we call the main area of the shop where we all work. Her presence causes all to dial down their laughter and conversation all but ceases as all eyes are on her. She strolls over to Yaz’s desk then turns to face her awaiting “audience.”
“Trevor reminds me I need to say some things to the group. ANNOUNCEMENT! Inked M. employees. All eyes on me!” Max says before hopping up on the circular desk that is part of the reception area where Yaz sits. “All of you single bitches put your shit on lock down. No heat seeking missiles for any of you and no way in hell are you leaving my shop to go join the harem of Hell’s Harlem.”
The bell over the door jingles and all of the air in the room is sucked out of the open area of Inked to the Max. It’s an amazing feat considering the fact it’s a huge, open space. Inked to the Max has seen some gorgeous guys. Hell, a good portion of the staff is conscious sin walking. Ironic reference considering the name of the biker gang? Maybe it’s a club? Max would know because she’s a bad ass and knows this kind of thing like she was born into it.
“Fuck.”
“A.”
“Duck.”
Cherry, Yaz, then Tam Tam speak in succession. Cherry’s real name is Charise. She earned the name cherry from her lipstick color choice and the homage to her red hair color. Tam Tam is Tamera and her nickname is one from childhood. Those three voice a version of what most of us are thinking about the three men who are walking towards the front doors of the shop. I focus on the women and not the wall of hotness that has just strolled into this shop. It’s better for me.
All of the women including myself watch as the men file in and stand at Yaz’s desk. The usual quick to speak Yasmeen is stunned stupid looking up into the president of Hell’s Harlem, Greyson Mercer’s, blue eyes. I know those eyes because I’ve looked into them many times during our consultation. He wanted to ensure he knew all of the details of what his wife, Eve’s, piercing would entail.
The door chimes again. A beautiful woman with long, dark brown hair and pale skin walks in. When she slides up to Greyson’s side, an audible, collective groan rings out in the shop. A knowing smirk flits across Greyson’s lips. As I pull up from my chair, I see two women preparing to pounce on the remaining two men. That’s my cue to get my ass over to this group before these women get themselves into something they won’t be able to handle. They don’t know the danger wafting off these men is real. It’s on an entirely different level than anything they’re dreaming up.
“Grey, you left it on the bike. I’ve got it now,” the woman tells Greyson.
The man has an easy smile for her. He chuckles and shakes his head before murmuring something to her. The damn women sigh as they watch the exchange. Needy, just plain needy. The lot of them.
Danger, Will Robinson, Danger. In this case it should be: Danger, hot asses! Danger!
Greyson or Grey made sure that I was aware. He also informed Maxie and Deck so they knew who was going to be in the shop. Max and Deck made sure Grey knew his money spends just like everyone else’s. Deck, being on the side of the law he is, didn’t even flinch when he was informed of who and what Grey is or some of the things he does. I respect the hell out of him for his response.
“I don’t give a shit what he’s into. As long as his name doesn’t cross my desk, we’re good. Plus, who the fuck am I to judge? My father is president of his own club. The man’s name is Ballistic for fucks sake. Dealing with that asshole’s proclivities is a cake walk in comparison. This I’m sure of.”
I’d looked confused for a moment because damn pregnancy brain had me forgetting trivial things. Maxie smiled at me then looked over at her husband, who gave a single nod before speaking.
“Remember I told you the story about the guy who tattooed his initials into someone’s balls, so they would recall not to fuck with him or his family?”
I absentmindedly nodded before what she was telling me clicked.
“That was him being kind,” Decks said before kissing his wife then her belly. “All right. I’m off. Be careful and let Grey know about the cameras around the shop,” he’d told us before heading back to work.
“Ladies, excuse me,” I state as I push through the growing crowd who all of a sudden need something at the front desk. Rolling my eyes, I greet one of the women in an annoyed voice.
“Hey.”
“Are you doing another tattoo today? On one of these guys?” Yaz asks me as I approach the desk.
Her eyes bug as she fans herself feigning overheating. Trevor clears his throat, loudly. I try to ignore him, but I know I won’t be able to do so for long. He’s persistent. I know he is. I’m sure he has some insane comment he wants to make about the guys and me. It’s who he is. He needs to make a joke while letting everyone know we’re together.
“Hey guys. We haven’t met yet,” I say as I turn my focus to them and ignore everyone else.
“Catch.” The youngest member of the trio grins down at me while sticking out his hand. “Well, aren’t you beautiful?”
The other portion of the wall of hotness slaps him across the back of the head.
“Clearly she’s taken.” He looks at me with a knowing smirk spreading on his face.
I swallow hard as he extends his hand to introduce himself.
“Tray. My friend here is right.” His big hand closes around my own. “You are beautiful.”
I know my response is going to get me into so much trouble, but I can’t help the blush that creeps up my cheeks. I turn away from Catch and his gorgeous looks that remind me of the ever-mysterious looking Sam Winchester from Supernatural and the sexy, older smooth talker, Tray who has shorter, darker hair. Both have tattoos. They make me wonder if Maxie has ever done any work on any of them.
My focus turns to the hot blonde with blue eyes that are filled with love for his woman and patience for his friends. Even with his harden exterior, I recognize the comradery and love that’s shared between the three of them and by extension, his Eve. They are a unit. There’s something about the blond who reminds me of the Jax character from Sons of Anarchy that just screams don’t fuck with him and he’s the one in charge.