“A word about what?” he asks as his brows reach the sky.
“What I thought,” I laugh.
I pull Mary behind me as we walk over to Sniper’s room. I always stay here when I’m in town. It doesn’t have its own bathroom, but I know it’s the closest to the showers.
Since he and Brentlee are married and have kids, it’s not used much these days. Besides, they only have a few guest rooms, and today I came with way too many men to stay in one of those.
“You need a shower?” I ask as I walk into the bedroom, throwing our bags on the bed.
“Yeah,” she murmurs.
“They’re right across the hall, and I’ll be right behind you. Gotta text Fury and let him know I’m in town,” I mutter.
Silently, Mary picks up her stuff and carries if off with her. I send my son a text, letting him know I’m here and bunking in Sniper’s room. He informs me that the party won’t start for another couple hours and to just relax until they get here.
Then he says that Kentlee is running around like crazy trying to get everything together, making sure it’s perfect. I know what that means. She’s only an anal perfectionist for a nine-month period, and then the rest of the time she’s pretty go with the flow.
“Pregnant?” I text.
“Not that I know of,” he responds with a laugh. I smile.
She is. Call it grandfather intuition. This’ll be my fourth grandkid. Four. Crazy as fuck to think about.
I grab my shit and take myself to the bathrooms to shower the stink and dirt of the road off of my body. I think about how I want Mary to have a baby, and how my child and grandchildren will be close in age; if Mary and I have more than one, mine will be younger.
Maybe this fact should make me feel dirty or wrong, but it doesn’t. The feelings I care about are mine and Mary’s. Nothing else fucking matters besides our happiness. At the end of the day, we’re the ones wrapped in each other’s arms, and nobody else fucking exists.
Once I’m finished showering, I head back to the bedroom and walk inside, my body locking up tight at the sight before me. Mary is completely naked, her back to me and her hair long, brushing the top of her gorgeous ass.
I drop my own towel and stalk up behind her, gripping her hips with my hands, and placing a kiss on the side of her neck.
Chapter Nineteen
MARY-ANNE
I lean back when Max’s lips touch my neck. I reach up and wrap my arm around him, cupping the back of his head with my hand as I arch my ass into his groin. He’s completely naked, his cock hardening between the cheeks of my ass.
“Baby,” I whisper as one of his hands moves from my hip to cup my breast, the other cupping my pussy.
“You need to relax, sweetness,” he murmurs against my neck.
I shiver in his arms, and when his fingers slide through my center, I close my eyes and let out a sigh.
I do need to relax.
I’ve been wound up tight since hearing that we would come here together, knowing that Bates is going to freak the fuck out about me being with Max.
Right now, though, with his hands on my naked flesh, his soft and gentle caress that I know will turn rough and unrelenting, I’m as relaxed as I can be. I whimper when he nips my neck and orders me to the center of the bed.
I don’t know whose room we’re in, but at this point, I don’t care. I practically run to the bed, crawling to the center just as he’s ordered, and I wait on my knees—my body facing the door, just waiting.
Max doesn’t say anything before I feel the bed dip behind me, his big body moving the mattress with him.
I gasp when his hands encircle my waist and move to my belly. I know what he wants. He wants me off of birth control. He wants his babies growing inside of me. He wants to keep me—forever.
I haven’t told him yes or no, but I did quit taking my pills a few days ago, the night he told me he loved me. With his cock buried deep inside of me, he looked into my eyes, and he professed his love for me.
Maybe to another woman that might not seem romantic, but to me, it was the most beautiful moment of my entire life.
This man, this man who is rough, rugged, scary, and ruthless, he loves me. He’s marked me as his, he’s remodeled his home for me, and he’s taken care of me—he’s killed for me. He loves me.
I moan when one of his hands wraps around my breast, holding me tightly. I had bruises the last time he held me this way, and they’ve faded, something Max remarked that he didn’t care for.
“My fingerprints should always be on your tits,” he murmurs into my ear as his other hand slides up my spine and fists in the back of my hair.
God, this man loves my hair, loves to pull on it, grip it in his strong grasp, and move me the way he wants me. My thighs tremble, knowing that soon, soon he’ll be inside of me, and I want it. No, I need it—now.
“Are you ready for my cock, sweetness?” he rasps against my ear.
“Yes, please, yes,” I whimper.
“I don’t think you are. Not yet,” he grunts before he pushes me over so that I’m on my hands and knees for him. “Touch yourself,” he growls.
I shiver as I slide my hand down my stomach and graze my clit before I slide two fingers inside of myself. I grind against my palm as I pump my fingers in and out of my body with a moan. I was needy before my fingers began, and now, now I’m on the verge of a climax.
“Stop, sweetness,” Max murmurs. I whimper as I do as he’s asked.
Then I let out a loud, satisfying groan when he fills me, sliding deep inside me to the hilt. He pulls my neck back, his hand gripping my breast even tighter when he does. My arms are no longer able to hold myself up on the mattress, so I wrap one around his forearm.
“Play with your clit, Mary. I want you to come over and over while I fuck this tight pussy,” he grunts.
I do a full body shiver before my free hand quickly flies to my clit and I start to rub myself, my thighs shaking as my knees press into the mattress.
Max doesn’t wait longer than a beat before he pulls out and slams back inside of me. He’s hard and relentless, just how I adore him, bruising not only the flesh of my breast with his fingertips, but probably my pussy as well, with the hard thrust of his hips against my body.
I cry out on a shout when I come the first time, earning nothing but a grunt and a yank of my hair from Max. He doesn’t slow, he doesn’t stop, his hips continuing to move with the same speed, strength, and pounding pleasure as before.
I continue to touch myself, playing with my clit through the intense sensitivity, and then sighing when it turns to intense pleasure.
“Come again,” he orders.
I let out a sob, tears leaking out of my eyes as the bedroom door flies open.
Max doesn’t stop, his cock still pounding deep inside of me, even when my eyes lock onto the horrified eyes of none other than my brother’s.
The high of my orgasm quickly fades as our eyes stay connected. I’m completely frozen. Then Max groans with his release. I know when he realizes we’re not alone, because his hands tense.
“What in the fuck?” Bates finally roars.
I watch as a vein in his head pulses, and his face starts to turn red.
Max doesn’t say a word. He slides out of my body, and a few seconds later, thrusts a t-shirt at me. I quickly put it on as he pulls a pair of jeans up his legs, not bothering to button them.
“Now, Sniper—,” he starts to say.
My brother jerks as if he’s taking himself out of a trance, and he looks at Max, a look full of pure hate and rage in his eyes.
“You’re fucking my sister?” he practically spits.
Max reaches out behind himself, wrapping his hand around my wrist before he jerks me into his side. Bates’ eyes snap to mine. Nothing but disgust fills his features—that is, until his eyes graze down.
“What the fuck?” he whispers this time.
“I came here to talk to you, man-to-man,” Max says.
; “Hey, what’s going on here?” Fury asks, walking into the room. I watch as his eyes widen, going from me to Max.
“He’s fucking my little sister. He’s branded her,” Bates growls.
“Bates,” I say, reaching out to him. Max tugs me back.
“You two get dressed and meet me in my office. We’ll all talk about this—calmly,” Fury announces.
Bates doesn’t move, but Fury claps his hand on his shoulder and tugs him back. They leave and I hurry to change, grabbing a black shift dress that’s a comfortable cotton.
It’s short, but it hangs loosely on my body. I then slide a pair of panties up my thighs. I can feel Max’s semen as soon as the panties are in place. If I weren’t so freaked out, I might find that kind of gross.
“You need to calm down, sweetness,” Max says as he starts getting dressed, throwing a shirt on and then sliding his boots on as well.
“Calm down? My brother just walked in on you fucking me doggy style, which means he saw all of me and none of you,” I point out, my face turning red with embarrassment. “I was mid-orgasm, Maxfield,” I snap.
“Fuck me, you felt so good too, Mary,” he murmurs, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his hard chest.
“I’m being serious. My brother saw me. He saw me having sex. Do you not understand how gross and mortifying that is?” I ask, looking up into his blue eyes.
“My cum still leaking out of your hot, tight pussy?” he asks as his hand cups my jaw and his thumb traces my bottom lip.
“Max,” I breathe.
“I’ll fill you again before the night’s over, sweetness. You’re my woman, and nothing else fucking matters,” he grunts.
“He’s my brother,” I whisper, continuing to look into his cool blue eyes.
“Yeah, Mary. He’s your brother, and he’ll be good once he calms down—once he realizes that you’re happy. You are happy, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice, slow and smooth—calming.
“Yeah, baby, I’m happy,” I admit.
I watch as his face breaks out into a beautiful smile, one that makes my heart squeeze. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and he rubs the tip of his nose along mine before he takes a step back and intertwines his fingers with mine.
I don’t say a word as he leads me out of the bedroom and toward the office. I have no doubt that there is already a buzz of gossip swirling the clubhouse.
Right now, my two main concerns are the men in my life—the only men I love. Bates and Max.
MADDOG
I walk into the office, my son’s office, and I feel as though I’m going into the principal’s, except I’m like the fucking superintendent and I’m in charge. Bates looks up as soon as we walk through the door.
Mary closes it softly behind her before she curls into my side. She’s shaking, and I fucking hate that this is the way our relationship came to light.
“Explain this shit,” Sniper barks. Mary jumps.
“First off, you need to reign your fucking shit in. You don’t yell at me, and you sure as fuck don’t yell at my woman,” I announce.
Fury clears his throat, but I ignore him, my eyes pinned to the big, pissed off bastard in front of me.
“Your woman,” he snorts. “She’s a fucking kid, young enough to be your granddaughter.”
Fury lets out a choking sound.
“Yeah, if I let my son knock up a bitch at fourteen, then yeah, you’re right I guess,” I reply, like a smartass.
“Bates,” Mary whispers.
“You, how the fuck did this even happen?” Bates asks angrily, pointing at Mary.
“Kyle,” she whispers. I squeeze her hand.
“What about him? He’s dead, Mary-Anne, you cannot blame this shit on a dead man,” he grunts.
“He’s dead because he beat the shit out of me and tried to whore me out to his colleagues. He’s dead because Max killed him,” Mary practically screams.
I move my hand to her shoulders and pull her even more into my side.
“You didn’t call me?” Sniper mutters, his voice too fucking calm. He’s on the edge, and I can tell he’s about to crack.
“Max was closer, and I didn’t want you to get into trouble,” Mary whispers.
“So for payment for his help, MadDog made you spread your legs? Because, honest to fuck, Mary, I cannot see why you’d willingly fuck an old man,” Bates shouts.
I take a step forward, but Mary beats me to Bates. She slides in front of me and gets in his face. She’s a good eight inches shorter than he is, and probably a hundred and twenty-five pounds lighter, but she stands on her toes and lifts her head to meet his gaze.
“Maxfield didn’t force me into doing a fucking thing, you asshole. I spread my legs willingly, the first time, and every single time since then. I love the way he makes me feel. I love the way he treats me. I just plain love him. Maybe there’s something wrong with me for falling in love with a man his age, but I don’t give a fuck. He treats me better than any man ever has,” she shouts.
Love. She loves me. It fucking sucks that the first time she’s saying it out loud is to her brother, but I can’t seem to be upset about that. Not really. Not as long as she truly does love me. Fuck, my vagina is growing larger by the day, and yet, I still don’t give a fuck.
“You don’t know what love is. You have no fucking clue. You’ve had one adult relationship, and now you’re getting used by some pervert who is all too happy to fuck someone half his age,” Sniper announces.
“Easy there,” I warn.
Sniper looks up at me, completely and totally disgusted, but I expected it. Whatever he has to say to me, I can take. But I’m not going to allow him to hurt his sister, a woman he loves, and a woman I love.
“You’re disgusting. But I can’t say shit, right? Because you’re the original charter’s president, so what you say goes,” he snorts before he turns back to Mary-Anne. “You’re fucked up in the head.”
Sniper doesn’t say anything else as he stomps past her, opening and slamming the door behind him. Then he’s gone. Mary turns to me, her eyes watering, and I know she’s seconds from bursting into tears.
I pull her into my chest and press the side of her face against me. Holding the back of her head and the small of her back, I cage her in, hopefully giving her some comfort.
“He’ll cool down,” Fury grunts.
“No, he won’t,” Mary-Anne sniffles.
“He loves you, Mary-Anne. He’ll realize you’re an adult and you are old enough to make your own decisions. Just because he may not like them, he doesn’t have a right to judge you. He’ll calm down,” he mutters.
I watch as my son walks over to her, his eyes focused on me, and he grins before he turns her into his arms and gives her a hug.
“Welcome to the family, Mary. I think, maybe, this is how it’s supposed to be. We’re officially all related now,” he mutters. She giggles slightly before she looks up at him.
“Thanks,” she whispers.
“Take a few minutes and compose yourself, then you need to come outside and join the party. Kent will be fuckin’ pissed if she doesn’t get to see you,” he rumbles before he walks out of the door, closing it gently behind him.
“What did we get ourselves into?” she asks, looking up at me with wide, watery, gorgeous blue eyes.
I lift my hand and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear before I smile.
“You love me?” I ask on a grunt.
“Of course, I do,” she whispers, shaking her head.
“Then whatever’s thrown at us, it’s all fuckin’ worth it,” I murmur.
“I stopped taking my birth control a few days ago,” she blurts out. I look down on her in shock.
Wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs, I pick her up and walk her to the door, pressing her back against it before I lean down to press my lips against hers. I swipe my tongue along the seam of her lips and she parts them slightly as I slip inside of her mouth.
I taste her, devour he
r, fuck her with my tongue. She moans in my mouth as she wraps her hands around my neck, gently twisting her fingers in my hair. I press my hips against her panty covered pussy, grinding my semi-erect, jean covered crotch against hers.
“Maxfield,” she whispers against my lips.
“You gonna have my baby, sweetness?” I ask as I move my hand from her ass to slip a finger beneath her panties, running my knuckle gently up and down her clit.
“Yeah, baby,” she moans.
“I need to fuck you right now,” I murmur, continuing to run my knuckle up and down her sticky center. She rolls her hips and whimpers.
“Yeah, yeah, I need you, Max,” she agrees with a nod.
“Take my cock out, sweetness.”
Mary doesn’t waste a minute, and I wrench her panties to the side and fill her in less than thirty seconds—both of us letting out a moan before I take her hard and fast against my son’s office door.
We both shout with our climax, hers first, followed by mine. Then I gently slide out of her before I arrange her panties back again.
“Can I clean up?” she asks, shifting from side to side as I tuck myself back inside of my pants.
“Nope,” I announce, wrapping my hand around her lower back and opening the door.
“Why not?”
“Because, sweetness. I want my cum all over the pussy I own. You’re mine; and with any luck, there’s a baby inside of you now. No cleaning up. You’ll be all right,” I declare. She doesn’t argue, and I look down to see her cheeks tinted pink. “Now that I’m only half as pissed as I was earlier, let’s go join the party.”
I walk out of the office, knowing that she’ll be right behind me. I need a beer, and then I need to see my grandkids and get Mary-Anne hooked up with Kentlee. She’ll feel better once she has Kentlee’s support.
Chapter Twenty
MARY-ANNE
I walk behind Max, feeling his cum between my legs with every step. I cringe and inwardly roll my eyes at his primal claiming, as if anybody but me will know it’s there.
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