“What the hell?” He threw his hands in the air. “I don’t want your business. I’ll never run it, or even want to.”
“And if you change your mind?” I couldn’t let it go. This was one too many sacrifices.
“Goddammit, Avery.” He smacked both hands onto the table. “I fought for you, made them sign this, offered up my vest for you, and you question, you dare question my love, my word, when it comes to you?”
I shrunk back. That’s not what I was doing, I was protecting myself. “Tell me what do you give up for us to be together?”
“The same as you. You ain’t giving up shit because I’ll never ask that of you.” He stalked toward me. “This ain’t about me, but your fucked-up father. He’s an ass, a bastard, but don’t you lump me in with him.” Inches from me he panted angry and hurt, I saw it in his eyes. “I love you. You love me. We trust each other or we don’t got shit.”
I opened my mouth to fire back, but he held up a finger. “Think carefully about your next words. Do you want your fear to end this? End what we have? Just fucking release it, accept me.”
His words hurt more than Marr’s paddling and I bent over trying to catch my breath. Was he right? Was this about my dad? Too much. Rock. My dad. It all swirled inside me. Sliding past him I ran to the bathroom and locked the door, I needed a minute of quiet. What was the truth? What did I need?
People always wanted me to sacrifice, to give in, to do it their way. I fought for every inch of my own self. My dad had thrown me out, my friends abandoned me. How much could I give away and still be me? Now Rock, what had he asked of me?
I held my fingers out, ready to tick off the sacrifices: I moved into his house, no rent; I chose to let Marr train me; I chose everything.
He’d never made me do anything, just gave to me. What had he said? He put his cut on the line, fuck, nothing mattered more than the Brotherhood, but if he’d put it on the line didn’t that make me more important?
Still it was a risk, a big risk, I’d known him so little time and he could change, become like my dad, but no, I’d never considered that until yesterday. Renegade, he’d fucked with my mind, filling it with doubts, but he was Rock’s enemy.
I fought it out a bit more but Rock deserved my trust. He’d gone head to head with the club leadership for me, a leadership that intimidated him, for us. I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled, repeating it until I was calm.
This time when I walked out, Rock was on the bed, head held up by his hands. His body thrummed with tension, but defeat hung around him. He thought I’d leave him. He hadn’t even bothered to look up when I came closer. I knelt in front of him and tipped up his chin. Tear tracks lined his cheeks.
“I love you. I’m sorry. I let Renegade get in my mind and twist it up. Please,” he grabbed me tight in a hug, “forgive me,” I choked out.
“Almita, you mean it, you want to be mine. You still love me?” He squeezed me in a tight hug.
“Yes, let up a bit so I can breathe,” I told him.
He laughed and released his tight hold.
“Yeah, I’m sorry for all of it. I love you. I appreciate you going to war for me.” I gulped and pushed forward, addressing the elephant that had sat in the room all this time. “I would love to become your old lady today.”
He stood and whooped, picking me up with him. “Hell yeah, I was so afraid you would leave me, everyone leaves me.”
“Me too, until you. We’ll just stick tight and be each other’s forever.”
He kissed me with tender emotion as he laid me back on my bed. “Naked, I need you, now.”
I discarded my clothes with record speed while he did the same. His huge body covered mine. I kissed him, his chin and sucked that spot on his neck.
He devoured me from lips, to neck, to boobs. I arched into him, emotion bursting and crowding inside me. “Please, make love to me now.”
Rock lightly kissed me as he thrust deep. “Almita, you’re so perfect, tight.” He drew out until only his tip stayed inside before plunging down again. Over and over with slow thrusts, he pushed me higher.
Our eyes locked, I saw love and so much more in his gaze as he made love to me. “I love you.” I chanted as my body wound up. “I love your lips. I love your body. I love the way you protect me. I love the way you trust me. I love you forever.”
“Almita, you own me heart and soul.” His pace picked up. “You are my everything.”
“Come with me,” I urged. Already hanging on the edge. “I love you,” I shouted as I fell off the edge and soared with the mind-blowing pleasure of finally knowing he was mine, he loved me like I did him.
“I love you.” He echoed me and shook deep inside me. We lay spent, holding tight to each other, neither of us in a hurry to end this moment.
Eventually though we showered and returned to the cabin. When I walked inside, no one commented, just greeted us like we’d been out on the lake.
“We still getting you ready for the ceremony now or do you need more naked biker time?” Lila bumped my hip.
“Funny. Yeah, we’re totally on.”
Lila drug me back to her room, did some kind of magic with my makeup, and I put on both my Rock’s old lady shirt and my rip-away top over it.
Lila stared at me a long time. “You guys good? You got questions? Need anything before I let Rock in?”
“Nope, I’m good.” I grinned. “He’ll know what I need.”
She hugged me tight and kissed my cheek. “That’s the truth.” Then she left and Rock rushed inside.
“Dammit, you’re so hot.” He closed in and kissed me, claiming my mouth with a hot need.
“We have at least 30 minutes, lots of time to catch up.”
His eyes widened along with his smile. “Almita, how did you know what I needed?”
“Because I need it too.”
He crushed me to him with his hug then stepped back. Pulling down his jeans he sat on our bed. “Climb atop and ride me, baby.”
Heat flared in me, I decided he’d get one of his surprises early. Lifting my skirt around my waist, his eyes went to my bare mound.
“No underwear, what a naughty girl.”
I centered myself over his cock and plunged down until his balls hit my ass. Both needy, we pushed hard against each other with quick thrusts, rushing to an end we both missed.
“Yeah fuck me,” his raw voice urged me on. “Going to fuck you for hours tonight.”
“Yeah.” I threw my head back. “You do that, but right now, come with me.” I grunted out each word as I bounced against him. “Fuck, gonna come.” My walls clenched down on him and the pleasure rushed through me, then one, two and on the third stroke I felt his hot come shoot inside me. Breathing hard I rested against his hard chest collecting myself just a bit before I tried moving.
Instead of me moving, Rock stood and laid me on the bed. “Be back.” He fastened his jeans and left the room. In a second he was back with a wash cloth. “Open up.”
I opened my legs wider, he cleaned me up with tender strokes that comforted and excited me. Standing, I straightened my skirt before kissing him.
Pounding on the door stopped whatever second attempt I might have made to say something coherent.
“Time to ride.” He took my hand and we left together.
Twenty bikes trailed behind us to the sand bar, more came by boat. As soon as we finished the ceremony, the party would start. Jericho stood on the grass ridge above the sand bar where beer and grills were already stocked and set up along with tons of other stuff—impressive.
With Rock behind me, I gave my oath, and he slid on my cut.
Jericho winked at me.
I twirled into Rock’s arms. “Pull off my shirt!”
He gave me a puzzled frown but jerked hard and the black tank r
ipped away. A deep purple tank top had Rock’s Old Lady in metallic silver letters. Lila had done good.
His nostrils flared and he drug me to him, kissing me like he’d never kissed me before. Powerful. Overwhelming. He owned me with a simple kiss and I was happy to be his property.
“Now that we have a new old lady.” Jericho’s voice boomed over the murmuring bikers. “We need to give her the right name.”
I looked at Rock who just winked and turned me to face Jericho. “My old lady’s so small that I’d say some may miss the fire in her, the sass, so we’ll call her Pixie.”
I squealed and Rock swept me up in his arms. “Troublemakers those pixies and they bring fun wherever they go, you do that, plus all us guys agree for a chick to beat us at poker, you must have some magic in you.”
He might have wanted to say more but I shut him down with another kiss, and I whispered into his lips. “Pixie hasn’t fucked you.” He threw his head back and roared with laughter. “Let’s get this party started.” He carried me to the beach and I pouted up at him.
“This is the wrong way for raunchy sex.” I complained.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rock
I stared into my old lady’s pouting expression. I was the luckiest bastard this side of heaven. The weaver may have cursed my luck before, but she was mine, more luck than I deserved, but I greedily accepted the gift—my almita’s love and loyalty.
“You’ll have to wait for a proper introduction.” I kissed her nose and the minx growled at me, but I sat with her on my lap. Part of me wanted her to face me, so I could see my name across her tits, but more I wanted everyone to see I owned her.
She had no idea what was coming now, we’d have people stopping by all night to welcome her to the family. Knowing she gave up her family for me made this tradition even more important to me.
Jericho, Dare and Mama stopped by first and Mama tried to pry her off my lap for girl talk, but no way I’d let loose of my woman tonight.
“Red, get your ass over here,” Dare growled.
She frowned but plopped on his lap. “Rock won’t share,” she whined.
“Damn straight. I don’t share either.” He gave me a nod. “Pixie, do you think your old man should share?”
“Nope.” She settled closer to me.
“Now tell us, since you’re family, how the hell did you con us out of cash at poker?” Jericho demanded.
I watched to see what she’d say. “Dare knows, ask him.” She tilted her chin toward my brother.
Dare, the bastard, just laughed. “When you left, Rock let me take the rest of his money.”
“Only ’cause I didn’t take it first.” Bear slapped my back. “Congrats, Rock, you best let your woman play your poker hands.”
“Fuck off, Bear.” I flipped him the bird.
“So no free advice?” Jericho pushed back.
“I’m sure these two have better advice than me, I’m just an old lady.”
Mama burst out laughing and so did I, seeing how my old lady toyed with Jericho.
We sat like that for a long time, our drinks stayed full and my brothers stopped to pay respect. That’s what we did.
Dark settled over the beach and I wondered how Avery felt about nude biker games, not that she was participating because none of these pervs were seeing my old lady without her clothes on.
“Rock, we need another for the babe bench press competition,” Zero called from across the beach where I saw guys lying down in the sand.
“No.”
“What’s babe bench press?”
“Bikers lay down naked in the sand and see who can hold naked babes the longest—stacked on top of each other. It’s a game I’ve won enough.”
“Go play, I can be babe one.” She gave me a sweet kiss on the chin.
“No.”
“Are you ashamed of me?” She spoke low, only for my ears as hurt crossed her face and stayed in the slashed line of her lips.
Fuck me. How did respect turn to shame? I wanted nothing more than to fuck her the rest of the damn night, but I’d wanted her to feel part of us, that she belonged.
Before I could explain, the chair next to me creaked. Renegade sat beside me eye-fucking my woman. I bristled and held her tight to me, she stilled in my arms, her face going blank.
“Congrats, brother. Fine old lady there.” Renegade stared at Avery even as he spoke to me.
“Yeah, thanks. I pick only the best.” And he wasn’t even close.
Avery tensed in my lap, shivering.
“I’m ready to ride.” I stood up, still pissed, and pulled her along behind me until she stopped moving altogether.
I turned to see shiny eyes full of hurt. Son of a bitch.
“Almita, let’s get away from here, and I’ll tell you anything.”
She nodded and smiled, but I could see it was forced. People tried to stop and chat but I blew through them. Lewd suggestions and advice followed us and I headed to my ride, needing the fuck away from here.
When we got to my bike, I winced when I saw some of those tears had spilled over on the way.
“Why? Why did you say no? Why don’t I get to be naked?”
My girl was sharp and she’d hit every damn question I’d hoped to avoid, but she deserved answers. “Yeah, holding up naked chicks, feeling them up, it had its charms, but get me, I don’t want anyone looking you up, feeling you up. You. Are. Mine.” I sucked in a breath. “No shows, no naked grab ass when that ass belongs to me—it’ll never be good with me. I’m too jealous for that.”
“So you’re not ashamed, ’cause I’m not curvy—”
“I love every inch of you as it is. I’m proud that you’re mine. Why would I share you naked, in bed, or in any way like that—that’s not protecting you, keeping you safe, sure as fuck not what I call respect.”
“But Dare—”
“Isn’t me, Jericho isn’t me. Whatever they do is up to them. I have the best thing I’ve ever had, and no way I’m letting a bunch of drunk asses near it.” I saw red just thinking of Renegade or Zero, one of my best buds, touching her ass.
She blinked slowly and I think maybe she got me.
“We good on that? Any issues?”
Her eyes lit up. “No. I’m ecstatic you like my body so much.”
How did she always know what to say? What I needed? The heat that burned my insides raw was smothered by her words.
“Renegade provokes, he’s making a play for leadership, so everyone between him and Jericho is on his list. He wanted me to abandon you to fight him. It’d cause little thin bits of discontent. And,” I kicked the gravel, “I don’t hit my brothers, Vex was the first time, and it ain’t my style. I came damn close to knocking him out, but he wasn’t ruining this night for us.”
“Thank you, I just didn’t understand, so I just held on to you, supported you and waited it out. But I didn’t want it to be because of me.”
I squeezed her tight. “You did right, acted perfectly. Renegade is violent, out of control, get me?”
Understanding lit her eyes and she shivered. “I get you. Take me home so we can do lots of fun naughty things.” She leaned up on her toes to give me a kiss. “Oh, the name, who thought of it?”
I stared down at her ashamed to tell her the truth. I’d been given the task, but I’d come up with nymph or some other fairy names, but none were right.
“Mama and I together, we did it. It was—”
“Perfect.” She gazed up at me. “Rock’s old lady would like to go now. She has important shit to do.”
“I’m fucking you all night in that damn shirt. I love it,” I growled.
I threw a leg over my bike, starting it up as Avery climbed on behind and we left the party far behind for our own pr
ivate celebration.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Avery
I needed Rock, but I think he needed me more. Tension held every muscle in him so tight, rigid even. Even though I’d just done a session with him, I had a feeling he needed more, and my skills were minimal compared to what I’d seen Marr do.
Once we made it back to our room, I stripped down and lay on the bed waiting on Rock to finish up in the bathroom. I’d positioned my bag of goodies under the bed, ready if he was willing. He walked into the bedroom naked his cock bouncing in front of him, all hard and ready for me. He jumped into bed beside me and the frame shimmied and creaked, I was sure we’d collapse, but it stayed together.
“What was that?” I rubbed my hands along his chest, loving the hard feel of his body.
“I’m feeling frisky.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded.
“Feeling the need for pain?”
Rock’s face froze.
I’d fucked up, somehow I’d fucked up.
“It’s not something we need every time we’re in bed, I go months between sessions with Marr.” He sat up and turned away from me.
I lay there feeling bad for a long minute, kicking myself for pushing my boundaries, daring too much, but then I stopped because of a single thought.
I was his property—my job was to serve him, give him what he needed. Did that mean even if he didn’t know he needed it? Probably so. He was always pushing me, uncovering a new bit of me I didn’t even know existed, so why shouldn’t I be able to do the same.
“You said I wasn’t weak and if I’m not, your pain thing isn’t weak or about sex—I get that. But we need to work out some kind of way to talk it through. You’re tight, tense and on edge—and I want to do anything to help you feel good as I do—whatever that is. But you’re going to have to give a girl a goddamn clue.” I was working up to a good solid pissed off.
“You’re right.”
“And I don’t think it’s fair...” What did he say? “Did you agree with me?”
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