by M J Marino
Her hooded eyes never leave mine, and she begins to move up and down at a torturous snail’s pace. It’s like heaven and hell all at once. I can feel every ridge and bump inside of her sweet pussy, enhancing the lust building inside of me. She’s purring as she rides me, and I don’t hold back my groans of pleasure.
“I’ve missed this sweet little pussy,” I grit through my teeth. “I’ve been dreaming of my long cock getting milked by it for days.”
“Yes,” she moans. Her mouth parts in euphoria, encouraging me to continue.
“You like it when I talk filthy to you,” I state, nipping at her nipple through her shirt.
“Yes. More,” she begs and bites her bottom lip.
I pinch her nipple gently, making her buck. “You like when I manhandle you. You like it when I twist these perfect tits, and mark you all over with my love bites.”
She mewls and starts to bounce faster on my hard shaft. Her teardrop-tits jiggle in my hands with the pounding of our hips. I have to remind myself not to blow my load too soon.
“You like riding my thick, hard cock, don’t you baby? You like grinding your sweet little pearl against my pelvis,” I growl, fisting her hair in my hands and pulling her lips to me.
She whimpers as I piston my hips up into her, meeting her thrust for thrust.
I claim her in a domineering kiss, forcing my tongue into her mouth. God, I love the taste of her minty mouth. I grind my tongue against hers, fucking her mouth the way I fuck her tight cunt.
It’s not long before the wet sounds of our lovemaking are deafening in the car. Smack, smack, smack.
“I like how slick you get for me when we fuck. I love how your juices run down my shaft and coat my balls with your spunk,” I snarl between kisses.
“Oh God,” she pants. Her hips pick up the pace, and I feel her pussy tremble with need.
“I want you to milk me dry. I want to shoot my load straight to your womb. I want to overload your implant to the point we bust it. I want our come to mix together and weep out of you for days,” I groan out, feeling my balls tighten up, aching for release.
She’s practically screaming, riding me harder than she has before. The car is lurching forward and back in its parked position with how roughly we’re fucking. Her round peach of an ass bounces against the car horn, setting it off again and again in rapid succession. Thank fuck we’re on a deserted dirt road amongst the pine trees at dusk.
“I—I’m going to—” she doesn’t get the words out before she explodes around me, soaking me with her cream. Her pussy pumps around my throbbing dick, making me see stars. I nearly black out when I come with her, ejaculating like a geyser. My hips don’t stop jamming into her until the last wave of our orgasms subsides.
The air in the car is saturated with the musky scent of our sex—the fucking best smell ever. Josephine’s forehead leans against mine, and we both struggle to regain our composure with my dick still snuggled in her tight little hole.
No words need to be shared except for three. “I love you,” we say in perfect unison.
We get back to the rental, giggling like two teenagers, and Gauge is waiting outside with his arms folded across his chest. His composure is rigid and instantly, I’m on high alert.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Josephine got a delivery today,” he says with a nod to follow him. Chase sits at the bench with Punk next to him. A flower arrangement of orchids sits between them. I recognize them as the Flor de Mayo, or the national flower of Colombia. Chase hands me the note that came with them.
Que te mejores, mami.
My heart turns to ice and I crumple the letter in my fist.
“What’s it say?” Josephine asks.
“Feel better, little lady,” I mutter, pulling her close to me. She doesn’t ask who it’s from. We both know.
Josephine gulps in lung-fulls of air, her body trembles, and her beautiful blue eyes bulge with fear. I hold her tighter to calm her down when her body seizes in a panic attack, cooing words of reassurance in her ear to help Josephine regain her composure.
Esteban Moreno is still a threat. I will need to finish our feud and soon.
Epilogue
Maceo
“When will you be home?” Josephine asks longingly over the phone.
I smile, loving how my fiancée misses me something fierce. Every time we stop for food or gas, I call or text just to feel closer to her. “We just got to Los Angeles, Pixie. This shouldn’t take me too long. Just meeting with some people. We should be on the road home within a couple hours, and I’ll have you back in my arms by tomorrow evening.”
“You promise?”
“I promise, Pixie.”
Josephine busted my balls all weekend about getting my guest list done. Considering she needs it to figure out how many invitations to order, I knew I couldn’t put off this trip any longer. I didn’t want to leave after Esteban sent her those flowers, but our sources say he’s not in the states.
“Tell me, baby, how’s everything going at headquarters?”
She giggles and it makes me smile more. “I’m still not used to you calling it anything other than a clubhouse.”
I laugh, understanding. “We sound like a legit business if we refer to our home as a headquarters.”
“Punk and Reaper are escorting me everywhere. Most of your crew is working the mission over in Florida,” Josephine says.
“Good. I’m glad they’re following my orders. How is Hades?”
I hear a bark in the background and Josephine laughs. “You’re on speaker, and he heard you asking about him.”
I chuckle, knowing Hades is waiting for me to address him. “How’s my big boy?”
Hades barks and pants.
“You better be taking good care of your mamá and make sure to cuddle with her at night till I’m back home. Can you do that for me, big boy?”
He woofs three times, saying ‘yes, I can.’
Josephine sighs.
I hear her anxiety through the phone. “Talk to me, Pixie.”
“Lorenzo had another flower arrangement delivered today. I had Opal give them to the senior center this time. I’m running out of places to donate them. I wanted to call and ask him to stop since it wasn’t Tony’s fault, but Chase said to avoid any communication with Lorenzo because it may encourage him,” she says with a tremor. “But he keeps sending things. That’s something for every day since—since the incident.”
Josephine still has a hard time talking about Jacob outside of therapy, and she refers to the attack as ‘the incident.’ Lorenzo has been showering Josephine with flowers and gifts every day, claiming it’s his way of saying he’s sorry for what happened to her while she was under the care of one of his men.
What Lorenzo doesn’t realize is that his presents are reminders of what Jacob did to her. They disrupt her progress. Josephine has grown uncomfortable with his attention, and she came up with the idea to donate all his gifts to places in need. I’m pleased she feels no need to keep the things he gives her—it definitely keeps me from flying off the rails.
Lorenzo has been bugging the shit out of me about continuing supervision of my pixie, but he’s getting too attached for my liking. I’m no longer willing to have him anywhere near Josephine, which is all the more reason I want to get this over with, and head back home to my future bride where I can watch her myself.
“I’ll have a talk with him when I get back.” Yeah, I’ll talk to him, with my fists.
She’s silent for a few moments. “Do you think he’s forming an unhealthy attachment, like…like…”
Like Jacob. She doesn’t need to finish the sentence. I know it’s too painful for her to even mention his name, unless she’s with me or her counselor.
“I’ll handle him, baby. I’m not going to let him or anyone else make you feel uncomfortable.”
She sniffles and starts to cry, making my heart raw with emotion.
“Baby, baby, shh. It’s okay. I’ll be h
ome soon, and take care of it.”
“I just miss you,” she sobs.
God, this woman slays me. “I miss you too, Pixie, more than you can imagine. I’ve got to go. I’ll call and text when I can. Love you, Josephine.”
“I love you, Maceo.” And then she hangs up.
I pocket my cell and look over at Gauge waiting patiently for me. He just hung up with Opal a few minutes earlier.
“You ready to do this, brother?” Gauge asks from the seat of his bike.
I nod. “Yeah. I want to get this over with and go back home to my woman.” We start our hogs and pull out of the gas station, heading deeper into the city.
To keep Josephine from growing suspicious, I asked Gauge to accompany me for the sixteen-hour drive to Los Angeles. I told her I had to meet with some people in the city, and that Gauge was coming with me. Josephine assumed it was business-related and didn’t question any further. Had she pressed for details, I would have been obligated to tell her what I was up to. Gauge jokes Josephine’s going to have my balls for this, but it’s a legit fear of mine that she will lose her shit once she finds out what I’m doing.
We cruise to our destination, a more run-down area of the city. I wouldn’t call it dangerous per se, but I wouldn’t want my loved ones living here. We roll to a stop in front of a well-maintained bungalow with a nicely manicured yard. The residents on this block definitely take pride in their homes in comparison to the surrounding areas.
I walk the short path to the front steps, and I can easily see Josephine as a young girl growing up here. It was just over a year ago, my pixie stormed out of her parents’ home because she felt she had no emotional support from her family. I love Josephine more than anyone in the world, and I’m here to confront her parents—I won’t allow anyone to ever hurt her again. But I need to feel these people out for myself—make sure they’re not malicious or bad people—before introducing them back into her life.
I really hope this family feud is more of a misunderstanding than a toxic relationship. If it is the latter, I’ll have no problem telling them to stay the hell away from Josephine. My woman doesn’t need anyone negative manipulating her life. But if it is the former, I’ll do everything I can to help mend bridges between Josephine and her parents. She deserves to be surrounded by love and support, and I’m hoping her parents want that for her too.
I look over my shoulder at Gauge. He hangs back by our bikes and gives me a thumbs-up, letting me know I got this.
With a deep sigh, I take stock of my appearance. I decided it was best to wear something that didn’t scream biker, since it seemed to turn her folks off. I settled on some new black jeans and a flannel button-down with the sleeves rolled up. I went as far as picking up new boots, anything to spruce myself up. Lloyd cleaned my face and hair real good before I rolled out. To an outsider, I didn’t look like a biker at all.
I removed my leather vest for the occasion and wore my gladiator leather wristband with our club logo instead. The leather band let’s me represent our crew and my position without it being in anyone’s face. Plus, Josephine says it’s hot, which is more of the reason why I’ve been wearing it.
I run a hand through my hair to put it in place, and I knock on the wood door.
A pretty woman around fifty answers. This must be Josephine’s mom, Stella. She shares some of the same physical characteristics of her daughter. She’s tiny, though maybe not quite as short as Josephine. But her hair is darker, and her facial features are completely different.
I clear the lump from my throat. “Mrs. Holland,” I greet with a polite nod. “My name is Maceo Tabares. I’m the man who’s engaged to Josephine.”
Stella’s gray eyes go wide before looking over her shoulder. “Jim!” she calls in a panicked voice.
I heave a sigh. It makes sense. She’s worried since Jacob painted me as a ‘big bad biker,’ but I can’t help that it saddens me. Will they even believe that I’m more of a businessman than a biker?
A man of medium stature comes to his wife’s side. I know the second I look at him he’s Josephine’s dad. Same eyes, same nose, same lips, same sandy ashen hair. Josephine is a little cocktail of both her parents.
“Mr. Holland,” I greet with a nod.
Jim doesn’t need introductions to know who I am. He glances at his wife before looking back at me and opens the door wide for me to step inside. I feel like Goliath in this house. This home was built during a time when people were a hell of a lot shorter. My massive stature probably doesn’t make her parents comfortable in my presence. I smile kindly to try and set their nerves at ease.
Jim takes a seat in a nearby lounger and motions for me to take a seat on the couch. I lower myself gently into the cushions, afraid of busting their tiny-ass furniture. Thankfully, it holds my weight.
“Would you like something to drink?” Stella asks me politely.
“I’m good, thank you. Please, have a seat. I’d like to talk to you both.” I don’t know what kind of man Jim is, if he likes to be the captain in charge, or if he runs his ship hand in hand with his wife, but I will let them both know why I’m here. Stella takes a seat in the armchair next to her husband.
I clear my throat again. “I’m sure by now you’ve heard what happened with Jacob Klein,” I say, fighting to keep the malice out of my voice. There’s no way they couldn’t know. The story has been all over the national news.
Both her parents nod. “We tried to call her, but she must have blocked our numbers. We can’t get through,” Stella says, reaching for a tissue on a nearby end table to blot her eyes. “We would have come, but we didn’t know if she would want to see us after the last conversation Jim had with her.”
I nod. “I’m not surprised. Josephine is…stubborn. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with her. She’s not a pushover and won’t take crap.”
Her parents look at me like I’m weird for loving that trait of hers. I shrug my shoulders. I can’t help that I find her feistiness endearing. As long as I get to dominate her in our bed when I want, I’m all for her asserting herself outside of our bedroom. If Josephine and I have a daughter someday, I would hope she inherits the same trait from her mother.
Jim’s face hardens. “How is she?”
Sighing deeply, I rub a hand down my face. “She’s strong, so fucking strong. I apologize for my language. She went through a lot. Jacob had been stalking her since they broke up. He harassed her horribly, and he went over the edge when she decided to move on with her life. I’m not sure if I should mention any of this to you.”
“Please,” her father begs, and takes his wife’s hand in support. “Please tell us what happened.”
I look at both of them, and then down at my clasped hands. It’s hard enough to talk about it during Josephine’s counseling sessions. Talking about this with her estranged parents is far from comfortable.
“She got hurt real bad. Broken ribs from where he kicked her. Ripped and shredded skin from being dragged and handled roughly. Bruises, God the bruises—all over her legs, arms, back, and torso. He nearly crushed her windpipe from strangling her. He tried—he tried to rape her,” I choke, dropping my face into my hands.
“Oh God,” Stella cries.
I lift my face. “But she fought. She fought back until help came.”
“Are you the one who put a bullet in him?” Jim asks.
“No, but I sure as hell wish I had been the trigger man. I was taking care of Josephine when the cops opened fire on him,” I say honestly.
Jim presses more. “But you’re the one who stopped him?”
“Yes, sir. Me and my crew all had a hand in stopping him from running away with her.”
Her father nods. “I’m glad you were there. I’m glad you protected my little girl.”
“I plan on doing it for the rest of my life,” I say fervently. “I never did this properly. I come from a traditional family that believes in customs. I sometimes forget my roots, and I have to go back and make up for it.
I would like to ask for your permission and blessing to marry your daughter. I know I’m not the type of man you envisioned Josephine being involved with, but whatever beliefs you have about bikers, I’m here to say my crew and I are not your typical stock.
“I run a security company that’s doing rather well. We’re expanding all the time. Your daughter recently built our new headquarters. It’s how we met, actually. My crew and I don’t deal in illegal activity of any kind. We’re active members in our community. We volunteer our services when families are in need of retrieving a missing loved one.
“Yes, we ride loud bikes, party a little too hard, swear a little too much, are tatted up, and may give off a tough guy vibe, but we’re men of honor and integrity who do everything we can for our family. And we’re all decorated retired Navy SEALs. We’re the good guys,” I say evenly, repeating Josephine’s words.
“I love Josephine with all my heart. She’s the only one for me. I want to build a life with her. Support her and her growing business. Take care of her at all times,” I admit with a wide smile.
“Mr. and Mrs. Holland, please, give me a chance, and I’ll prove to you I’m worthy of your daughter’s hand.”
Jim gets up from his chair and stretches out his hand for me to take. “You already have, son.”
I stand and take his hand. “Thank you, sir.”
Stella comes over and opens her arms to me. I bend down and give her a tight hug.
“Will she forgive us?” Stella asks with a sob.
I blow out a lungful of air. “I’m gonna be honest, I hope she forgives me after she finds out I came to visit you two. The one thing I know about my pixie is she’s very forgiving. The hard part is getting her to listen to you. I’ve screwed up a lot myself, and as long as I can get her to hear my apology, she’s always been gracious in giving forgiveness.”
