Shaker (Blackwings MC Book 5)
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“Oh, that sounds fun,” I said and immediately started planning.
Even though I’d flat out told Shaker to stop treating me like a delicate piece of China, he was still doing it. Sure, we’d had sex since the shooting, but it was what I would call gentle lovemaking, and I wanted him to fuck me.
The next day, I called Jacquelyn and asked if Gabriella could spend Friday night with her, too. She readily agreed and offered to pick her up right after school. However, she did refuse to take the mice along for the weekend, despite Gabriella’s incessant begging.
As soon as they were out the door, I started getting things ready. I knew Shaker would be home later than usual because he had Church at the clubhouse, and I planned on using that extra time to the fullest. I started by hopping in the shower and giving everything a good shave.
Tossing my hair into a messy bun, I pulled on a pair of shorty shorts and an old tank top to wear while I got dinner started. Once everything was in the crockpot, I went back to our bedroom to finish getting ready.
After applying my makeup, I got to work on my hair. I had just finished drying it when I heard the front door open. Crap! He was home early. I looked down at my body and made a quick decision. Jerking my shorts off, I tossed them across the room, leaving me in my threadbare white tank top and a black thong. I grabbed the handcuffs I’d purchased earlier in the week and quickly secured my hands behind my back. Just as I heard his boots outside the bedroom door, I dropped to my knees beside the bed and spread my legs wide.
“Keegan?” he called as he pushed the bedroom door open.
I didn’t say anything, just waited for him to notice me. And it didn’t take long. He rounded the bed, and a devious grin appeared on his face when he saw me. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “Where’s Gabriella?”
“She’s spending the whole weekend with your mother.”
His grin grew even wider. “I see.” He dropped to his knees in front of me and cupped my pussy with his big hand. “Were you planning something?”
“Yes,” I answered on a moan because he unexpectedly filled me with two fingers.
“Tell me what you have planned, baby,” he ordered as he began sliding his fingers in and out of my channel.
“I, uh, I, oh, fuck that feels good. I, uh, want you to fuck me. Hard. Rough. Dirty. Please,” I miraculously managed to say.
“Keegan—,” he started, but I cut him off.
“Don’t you dare tell me no. I’m fine. The doctor said I could resume all normal activity. Now, stop being a pussy and fuck mine.”
Without a word, he yanked my tank top up over my bare breasts and tried to pull it over my head. When my arms didn’t move, he peered over my shoulder at my cuffed hands.
Abruptly, he stood and turned away from me. “Where are the keys?”
“Shaker?” I asked, unsure of what upset him.
“Keys, Keegan!” he barked.
“On the nightstand. Behind me,” I said shakily.
“Can you get them off?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said and pressed the quick release lever to remove them. I also pulled my shirt back into place and righted my panties. “Okay, they’re off.”
Before he turned back to face me, he started to explain, “I can’t do handcuffs. If you want to play with restraints, we’ll have to use something else.”
It took me a minute, but I recalled the story Harper told me while we were shopping. “Because of Hilarie?”
He whirled around with a scowl on his face. “Fuck, no. Why would you even ask that?”
“Uh, because she kidnapped you and tried to rape you.”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t have anything to do with her.” He crossed the room and sat beside me on the bed. Placing his hand on my bare thigh, he said, “As soon as I saw the cuffs, it took me back to when you were shot. My hands were cuffed behind my back, and all I could do was stare at the pool of your blood on the floor. I have never been that scared in my entire life, and I don’t ever want to feel that way again.”
I sniffed. “Understood. Are you hungry? Dinner should be ready.”
He placed a finger under my chin and tipped my head back so he could drop a kiss to my lips. “Yeah, I’m hungry. Let’s eat, and then we’ll try this again.”
“Can I ask you something first?”
He chuckled. “You just did.” At my glare, he added, “You know you can ask me anything.”
“Why haven’t you tried to do what you used to do with me?” I asked, keeping my eyes focused on my lap.
“Not sure what you’re asking, babe.”
I cleared my throat, but couldn’t bring myself to look at him. “You know what I’m asking.”
“Oh, are you asking why I haven’t fucked your ass?”
“Yeah, that,” I mumbled.
“Because I don’t want to.”
“Well, at least you’re honest,” I snapped and rose to my feet.
“Aw, shit, Keegan. I didn’t mean it like that,” he said and yanked me into his lap. “Before, when I made that promise to myself, it was a means to an end. Honestly, it’s not my preference.”
“Bullshit! You developed a problem because of it.” I tried to get up, but he tightened his hold on me.
“Despite what Harper thinks, I actually do listen to some of the things she says. And, for lack of a better description, let’s just say I mentally blocked all things pussy. Well, at least until your spell-casting snatch showed up,” he said and pressed his lips against my shoulder.
“So, you’re telling me you don’t want to have anal sex with me because my hoo-ha hexed you?”
He kissed his way up to my jaw and breathed me in. “I’m saying I love your pussy. If you want me to fuck your ass, I will. We can try anything you want to, but I’m telling you right now, nothing will ever top your cunt.”
“We can try anything?” I asked innocently. He nodded with a smile. “Even a devil’s three-way?”
“When I said we, I meant the two of us and only the two of us. There will never be anyone else in our bedroom. Ever,” he declared.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “You should’ve seen your face!”
“I ought to spank your ass for that,” he grumbled.
“Oh, maybe we should start a list of things to try,” I suggested.
He stood with me in his arms and headed for the kitchen. “Food, Keegan. We need to eat. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.”
“Wait!” I protested. “Let me grab my shorts.”
“Nope, you’re eating like that. Actually, let’s lose the tank top, too.”
So, I sat at our dinner table in nothing but a black thong and tried to focus on eating instead of the steadily growing ache between my legs.
Shaker told me to remain seated while he cleared the table. He took his sweet time, and when he finally returned, I was flushed and breathing heavily.
He smirked but didn’t come to me. Instead, he sat in his chair and said two words. “Come ‘ere.”
I sprang from my chair, ready to jump into his lap, when he nodded his head toward the table. “Crawl.”
Any other time, I would have questioned him, but I was so worked up, I was ready to do whatever he asked of me. Without hesitation, I climbed on top of the table and crawled across to him on all fours.
He took my lips in a quick kiss when I reached him. “Good, now let me see how wet your pretty pussy is.”
I moved to a sitting position and shamelessly spread my legs for his viewing pleasure. His grin turned feral. “Keep your eyes on mine and your hands on the table.” He didn’t wait for my agreement before slowly sliding two fingers into my slick channel.
I sucked in a breath and arched my back, but kept my eyes locked with his as he continued to slide his fingers in and out at a tortuously slow pace. He wasn’t touching my clit, and it was driving me mad.
Sensing I was nearing m
y breaking point, he stood and captured one nipple with his mouth, sucking hard. He gave my other nipple the same treatment and released it with a pop.
With his teeth nipping at my neck, he rumbled, “You asked for it.” Suddenly, his fingers were gone, and I was filled with him. Without pause, he began thrusting with a force I wasn’t expecting. I reached for his shoulders to steady myself, but he stopped me. “Hands on the table.” Gripping the edge, I held on while he gave me what I wanted.
“Love watching those tits bounce while your cunt’s clamping down on my cock. Fucking give it to me, Keegan.”
And I did. I exploded into pulsating waves of pleasure as electric tingles of passion coursed through me.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” Shaker groaned as his rhythm faltered, and he reached his own climax.
To my surprise, he pulled out, bent me over the table, and pushed back inside. “Not anywhere near fucking done with you,” he stated.
And he wasn’t.
Epilogue
Shaker
Dragging my ass out of bed was the last thing I wanted to do, but I couldn’t miss Church. So, I got myself showered and dressed, told my wife I would see her at the party later, and went to the clubhouse.
As expected, Kellan was voted in unanimously. Badger took his prospect cut, but Phoenix didn’t hand him his club cut. Instead, he held up a hand to stop any comments, and Kellan’s face paled. “Ranger,” Phoenix said with a nod to the back of the room.
Ranger walked to the front and stood beside Phoenix. His face was a mask of seriousness. “Brothers, Prospect Kellan went above and beyond for the club. His attention to detail and quick thinking saved my grandbaby and Shaker’s wife several times. He took a bullet for her, and he stopped her life from pouring out of her with his bare hands. Welcome to the club, Savior.”
Phoenix held out his cut, and Kellan promptly slipped it over his shoulders as the room erupted into cheers.
“All right, let’s get this party started!” Phoenix bellowed.
As expected, the Old Ladies were in the common room, all sitting in what they had recently deemed their section of the clubhouse, which was nothing more than a particular corner of the common room.
After getting a drink from the bar, I found a seat and waited for Keegan to come join me, which she did fifteen minutes later when the group dispersed. She sat herself in my lap and rested her head on my shoulder.
“You okay, wifey?”
“Yeah,” she said wistfully. “It’s just so nice to see everyone happy.”
When I looked around the room, at first glance, I saw the single guys getting ready to have a night of fun – a few taking shots at the bar, others getting ready to have their asses handed to them by Ranger at the pool tables, and one or two already engaged with a club whore. But beyond that, I saw Phoenix with one arm around Annabelle’s shoulders while his other hand rested on their twins in her ever-growing belly. They were talking with Badger who was standing with his arms wrapped around Macy from behind. Duke and Reese were by the bar with their noses and foreheads pressed together, grinning like fools at each other. Dash and Ember were on one of the couches, her swollen ankles propped on his leg while he rubbed her feet and she caressed her baby bump. Harper had her arms and legs wrapped around Carbon as he carried her out of the common room. And I had my wife perched in my lap and plastered to my chest. Kissing her temple, I squeezed her tightly, “Yeah, baby, it fucking is.”
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