“She controlled Toby when he tried to buck her off. She’s determined, confident, and fucking gorgeous. I can’t explain it, I saw her and I wanted her. Not just a careless fuck since I also never had a lust crush or anything. Then she starts to explain why she’s here and a wave of protectiveness consumes me. I…I can’t explain it.”
I grab my Stetson and pull it off to scratch my head with my other hand.
“Just making sure, Ledger.” Weston smacks my shoulder. “The right woman can simply poke you in the heart before she grabs and squeezes the organ to make it beat to her rhythm. Complicated. Shocking. But it feels so fucking good.”
I can only manage a nod.
Roper stalks toward me. “Colt called. I checked the new cabin, it’s all set. I have a prospect stocking the cabinets right now and he also brought some fresh linens and towels and shit. Give him another fifteen minutes and you can take your old lady there. Bring her back here tomorrow morning. Church. We have enough to talk about and I’m sure Colt will have all the details for us too since he’s diving into the background of the MC.”
“Harlene and Cassidy packed a bag with some clothes and shit.” Weston steps closer and lowers his voice, his eyes sliding to where his old lady is watching their two-year-old daughter, Magdalena, and Roper’s son, Parker, playing. “It goes without saying that I’m not liking the danger accompanying this woman, right? We have kids to protect now. We have worked hard to steer our MC out of dirty shit and lessen the danger. The ranch gives us all the money and work we need. You claiming her pulls us toward a possible collision with another MC.” Weston points a finger in his old lady’s direction. “Those lives playing carelessly? They lay a heavy weight in our well-oiled family every single one of us has made possible. We make fucking sure they can, and always will, play without fear.” His words are spoken in punches.
I know damn well my prez is not only responsible for leading this MC and the ranch, but the extended family we embraced along with it. The old ladies, the kids…like Weston said; we’ve come a long way in creating the life we all love and respect.
But he doesn’t realize the change I felt when this woman entered my life, riding on a horse that’s barely broken in. “Future isn’t a given gift of life, I get it. We fight hard for it, and I wouldn’t have claimed a woman if I didn’t think she was worth fighting for.”
“Good. Just making sure, brother,” Weston says as he smacks my shoulder.
I head for my room and find Mayven wrapped in a pair of my sweatpants and a black shirt. “Come on, let’s get settled in the cabin. From what I’ve just been told the cabinets are stocked and the old ladies have a bag filled with stuff you might need. Whatever else you want, I can order or have a prospect head out to get it.”
“I have money too, you know. I was about to start my own company and had a list of things I was going to do on Monday.” Her shoulders sag but there’s no damn reason for it.
“Write a new list. It doesn’t matter where you are. If you had everything set to start, start right here. What was the plan? Make lunch and bring it to people? If so, I can tell you for sure you’ll have a few clients already.”
Her eyes fill with gratitude and curiosity. “I do?”
“Harlene owns a veterinary clinic. Cassidy is a vet too and Joaquin is the assistant who also works there. They’ve hired two other vets and they are always complaining about lunch and fixing something in between or who needs to go get it. They would love to order and have it brought at set times. Same goes for the junkyard we own. Hell, I’m sure all my brothers would gladly pay to have their lunch ready when they need it.”
“Are you sure?” The smile she’s wearing right now is so damn bright, it warms my heart.
“Unless you suck at making food.” I raise my eyebrow in question.
She narrows her eyes. “I do not suck at making food.”
“Nice. I knew I claimed the right woman. So, breakfast in bed every day, I could sure get used to that.”
“Who wouldn’t,” she mutters.
“Come on.” I lace our fingers and head for the cabin.
After living in a room with a bathroom and basic necessities, it’s a major difference to be in the comfort of a cabin. Everything is twice as big and the added kitchen is a bonus, even more when you have a woman with mad cooking and baking skills.
************
Eight days have come and gone since she arrived here and they are all filled with me being spoiled with a flow of food. Eight fucking days where Colt has gathered information about the MC Mayven’s friend, Kay, is linked with.
There’s a huge negative angle knowing the flow of information Colt discovered. The Deranged Hounds MC have had some insider issues. Follow that by a shift of leadership which they are battling out and still trying to get a grip on the situation.
A positive angle in this is that Colt has managed to talk to the VP, Rowen, and he knows Mayven saw him kill someone. Seeing as she’s linked to our MC and both his sister and we vouch for her–along with the fact that days passed and she didn’t rat on anyone–all is good and there won’t be any danger following her pretty ass.
There are two sides to this. On one side, it’s good so she can pick up her life, but it also means she can pick up her fucking life; without me if she chooses to do so. Not to mention the fact Colt taped my mouth shut and made the information club business, not to be shared with Mayven and I feel like I’ve been lying to her by withholding this information.
And I also have no idea if she’s staying here or heading back to Shreveport where she still shares an apartment with Kay. Though, the last few days she’s been making lunch packages for the three places I mentioned to her. She leaves printed menus they can order from and picks up a filled-out menu for the next day.
She’s very organized and keeps her hands busy. And I must say, more orders are coming in every day. She’s mentioned how Kay was supposed to help her start up her company. And there’s a sadness in her eyes when she speaks about her friend.
It’s clear she misses her, and the way she left is also eating away at her. At Kay’s father’s fucking funeral for fuck’s sake. Right at a time when best friends need to be around each other for support.
I even got her a new phone so she could stay in contact with her friend. And both of us hoped the texting between Kay and Colt would stop. For the first time in forever Colt seems to have his phone glued to his hand.
And it’s not sexy shit going back and forth. Sexting or flirting. It’s as if Colt is getting a hard on by annoying the shit out of Kay and she’s enjoying riling him up in return. Okay, maybe it is some kind of sexual play for those two, but if it is…they have a weird way of communicating. Mayven checked Colt’s phone and she mentioned the texts back and forth are more curse words than normal conversation.
“Are we going riding again tonight?” Mayven questions and pops a baby tomato into her mouth.
A mouth I like kissing but other than that we haven’t made any other advances yet. Another reason why I’m itchy about the situation we’re in. With no possible threat and us merely getting to know each other without sex, it might be easy for her to drop everything and head back to Shreveport.
Great. Fucking insecurities. And yet getting inside her pussy–like how we wanted to devour each other the second we were alone on the first day–is on my mind every second. But I’ve been holding back because I don’t want to push her.
“Maybe,” I mutter, craving a whole different ride with her.
“Everything okay?” She places a bowl of fresh salad she just made on the table.
I cut a piece of my steak and put it into my mouth, allowing me the time to think things over as I chew.
“I’ve been here eight days and have only seen my brother three times. You’d think living here I’d run into him all the time,” she muses.
“It’s a big ranch, it’s why we have a schedule and rotate shifts.” I mindlessly polish off my food and stroll over to the
sink to rinse the plate.
“I have to go,” I grumble and head out without another word while I can feel her gaze boring into my back.
I need the space to think things through and clear my head. My first intention of taking it slow might have been a bad decision and will lead to her slipping right through my fingers. I head into the stables.
Around here there’s always work to do, even if my job for today is done. I grab a brush and step inside Paloma’s stall. My horse is a beauty. With her white and black markings and her great character. I’ve always loved the appaloosa breed.
“I hope you didn’t come here to rub your mood into your horse,” Alfie says from the stable next to me.
Asshole. Ignoring him, I continue to brush Paloma.
“Ah, trouble in paradise, huh? I know all about trouble. And if you think you have issues? Try thinking about not feeling complete with just one person, and then feeling like a fucking jerk because you don’t feel complete with just one person.”
“Fucking hell, Alfie. You know me. I never talk about anything and I’m struggling with my own shit and you throw your issues on me? How the hell should I know the answer to your problems? It’s something between you and Joaquin. Wait, we’re talking about Joaquin, right?” I stop brushing Paloma and turn to lean on the stable and glance at Alfie. “The not feeling complete…you’re talking about how you like to watch, right?”
Alfie leans his forearms on his horse and glances at me. “Yeah.”
“I’ve seen the way the both of you lock eyes when either one is playing with a woman. Why not keep going the way you’ve been fooling around?”
Alfie shakes his head and slides his hand down his horse’s leg to grab its hoof. “I’m not getting any younger, Ledger. And I can see it in Joaquin’s eyes and the change in his demeanor. He wants more. A commitment.”
I can’t help but snort. “You want more. It’s not just him. Talk to Joaquin like you’re talking to me. Not saying anything or ignoring it won’t make a situation dissolve, it’ll only get worse and become a thing.”
“It’s already a fucking thing. I don’t suck cock, Ledger. And I’ve never let anyone use my backdoor but I sure as fuck like to take advantage of everything Joaquin offers. That makes me a selfish asshole with the whole one-sided shit. But man, watching him suck a woman’s tit and fingerfuck her as I wrap my hand around his cock to get him off sure feels fucking good.”
“Alfie, for fuck’s sake, man. Oversharing much?” I rub my temples and hide the grin on my face due to his blabbering. “My ears are ringing from the vivid picture you just shoved in my brain and I think I need to snort some bleach, or hell, take a fucking shower in it in an effort to rinse myself of your TMI shit. To think I came here to wallow in my own misery with my issues at hand. Wait. This actually makes me feel better–”
“I always feel better when I’m balls deep–”
“Please don’t say in Joaquin’s ass. I already have unwanted pictures in my head thanks to you,” I grumble.
Alfie grins. “I didn’t need to say it, you’re already thinking about it.” He points a finger at me. “But don’t get any ideas in that pretty head of yours. He’s mine.”
“Is that a claim?” I challenge in question.
Alfie grumbles something under his breath and continues to clean his horse’s hooves. I turn toward Paloma as we fall silent, both wrapped in our thoughts as time passes.
“Lucky horse,” Mayven says.
I look up from cleaning Paloma’s hooves to see Mayven leaning against the stall.
“She’s getting all your attention,” she adds and her cheeks flush adorably by her admittance.
Letting Paloma’s leg down, I slide my hand over her back and stalk out of the stall, forcing Mayven to take a step back before I lock my horse safely inside. I grab the materials I used from the floor and tuck them away before returning to Mayven.
I lean in close and whisper beside her ear, “I’m all yours, mamacita.”
She shivers and I take pleasure in the way my words and closeness affect her. I might have given her time and space these last few days, making sure she’s safe and getting her business up and running, but I’ve cleared my thoughts and have come to a decision. Even if she left here right this very moment, I would follow.
The time we’ve lived together–even without having my cock inside her once–has been a real eye-opener. And staring down at her gives me the truth which Colt mentioned on the first day; I am a lovesick fool. But one look from her and it’s easy to hand over my heart, and there’s no one alive who can stop me.
This realization makes me snatch her wrist as I pull her forward, bend over to dig my shoulder into her belly as I hoist her over my shoulder and carry her to our cabin. Her giggles are music to my ears.
Bursting through the door, I lock it behind us and walk in one straight line into the bedroom. Instead of throwing her on the bed, I let her slide down my body, relishing in the way her curvy body feels against me.
I take her face in my hands and merge our lips. Soft. Tender. Yet the hunger starting to burn low in my belly demands more. I tilt her head and deepen the kiss, letting one hand slide down her body to cup her ass, pulling her forward to let her feel how hard she makes me.
My fingers work her delicate body as I work fast to rip the clothes from her body. In return her hands tear at mine and it doesn’t take much work until we’re both naked while our clothes litter the floor. I grab her ass and hoist her up, allowing her legs to wrap around my waist.
I take a few steps until my legs hit the bed and I carefully place her on the mattress, letting my hands trail over her legs to spread her open. Her pussy is already glistening and beckoning attention from my mouth. Leaning forward I spear her center with my tongue and start to suckle her clit right after. Her hips shoot off the mattress and I have to grip her tight to keep her in place.
She tastes so fucking sweet. Our eyes are locked, her gaze heated as she watches, mesmerized while I eat her out as if she were my last meal. All while I have no intention of letting her leave or this being our last…whatever. She’s mine and I’ll make damn sure to claim every inch of her body. Either with my cock, mouth or fingers; nothing will be left unmarked.
She moans when I slide one finger into her tight pussy. My cock twitches when I feel her clench around my digit. Sliding one out, two in, her panting becomes erratic. I know she’s close. I nibble and suck on her clit until she explodes with a loud scream. My name echoes on a plea as she rubs her pussy in my face, demanding me to prolong her pleasure.
I leisurely lick the remnants of her orgasm before I move up her body, leaving a trail of kisses until my mouth finds one of her nipples. I knead her other breast. Perfect tits. Full. Soft. Nipples made to suck, pinch, and nibble. And the way she grips my head to keep me in place, I’d say I’m going to spend a lot of time enjoying these magnificent breasts which I have now classified as my new favorite toys.
My fingers keep kneading one while I shift to crawl up her body some more to capture her lips in a much-needed kiss. I’m pretty sure she can taste herself but she doesn’t seem to care when she hungrily kisses me back.
The tip of my cock is perfectly lined up with her pussy, the broad head already getting sucked in by her wetness. My hips automatically start to thrust and we both groan in sync when I’m lodged balls deep inside her.
Utter completion. Wrapped in tight heat while she clenches around me. Nothing. For the life of me, I cannot recollect feeling this good while having sex. Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve had any, but the feelings raging inside my body–flaming up every inch of my skin–is caused by being inside this woman.
I’m ramming my cock inside her body, cupping her knee to shift her leg up to allow me to drive in deeper. I should hold back but a raw craving to completely possess her shatters all my restraints.
To my surprise she whimpers, “More.”
More? If I would give her more cock, my cum would come up when
she clears her damn throat. I rise up on my knees and wrap a hand around her shoulder to keep her in place while I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone. It doesn’t last long, though.
Her pussy ripples, my name is gasped between whimpers of pleasure, and it leaves me to follow her into ecstatic bliss. The whole nine yards of tingles in my balls, cock thickening even more while pulsing out my cum in hot jets to coat her womb.
There’s a nagging feeling in the back of my head but feeling like I’m on the top of the fucking world is making everything fade. Except for the woman underneath me, holding my gaze while there’s so many emotions swirling in her eyes.
Her chest is rising and falling. There’s a small smile tugging her puffy lips. She’s so breathtakingly gorgeous. And even if my cock is softening inside her pussy, I’m already craving to have her again. Yeah, won’t ever let her leave for I will always follow wherever she might go.
It’s inevitable. The tightness in my chest with the mere thought of her leaving makes me realize our hearts are already linked. And if the emotion readable in her eyes is any indication, I’d say she just realized the same damn thing.
CHAPTER FIVE
– MAYVEN –
I can’t help but wonder if there’s something wrong with me. I mean, it can’t be normal when it’s two in the afternoon and I’m ready for bed. And no way am I talking about sleep. All while Ledger kept me up half the night and woke me up at seven when his dick filled me up from behind.
How is that even possible? He somehow played with my body, preparing me for him and I woke with a shuddering orgasm. I’m not complaining. Not one single bit. Hell, if he’s going to wake me up like that every day, I need to grab a pen, because I’d happily sign up for that.
We go from not having sex to losing count as to how many times he’s been inside me. Okay, I’m exaggerating. Three times including the morning wake up sex. But for someone who hasn’t had sex in years, I consider it a sexual overload. Like I said, I wonder if something is wrong with me since I’m sore between my legs but I’m ready to hop into bed with Ledger right now for a repeat of the night before.
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