Completely Yours (Vicious Snakes MC Book 4)

by Mallory Funk

  I can’t help the smile that comes to my face. I know what it means for him to want me to call him by his real name.

  When he sees my reaction, he smiles at me before kissing me.

  I pull away before I can get too distracted.

  “Why did you look upset just now?” I ask softly.

  “There’s just no update from Torch. He told Prez that he needed time, but when Prez tried to get a hold of him, he couldn’t reach him. Torch said that he would leave his phone on for emergencies, but he needs to be alone,” he says. I nod my head.

  “It’s going to take one hell of a woman to get through to him,” he says, and he looks torn up that his brother is going through such a hard time.

  I move to sit in his lap and put my arms around him.

  He automatically brings his arms around me and hugs me tightly. Slowly, he relaxes in my arms.

  I don’t know who starts kissing who, but we get lost in each other and all you can hear is the sound of us breathing heavily.

  Declan shifts us so that I'm laying on my back on the couch and he is hovering over me.

  I widen my legs so that he can fit in between them and slowly rock my hips into his while kissing him.

  He lets out a groan.

  “Ahh fuck, fuck...” he rasps, sounding like he’s in pain.

  He moves his mouth to my neck and starts kissing my neck and shoulder.

  Our hips are rocking together, and I can feel all of him. A moment later, I feel his hips lose their rhythm. He curses and then bites my shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but I'm broken out of my lust haze and look at him in disbelief.

  Did he...

  “D-did you just?” I ask without being able to finish the question.

  “Fuck,” he says again.

  “Declan?” I say, trying to move my head so that I can see his face, but so far all I see is the blush on his cheeks.

  “I’m so sorry, baby,” he says quietly, sounding ashamed.

  “Can you tell me what just happened?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything for awhile.

  Reluctantly he lifts off me and sits on the end of the couch while rubbing his face with his hands.

  “I didn’t mean for that shit to happen, baby. I swear that it has never happened before,” he says, looking over at me pleadingly with his eyes.

  “Okay... I feel like there is more that you aren’t telling me,” I say, raising an eyebrow at him.

  He clears his throat a couple times before he can talk. “Well, the thing is... After I got shot, I had a hard time with... fuck this is embarrassing,” he grumbles, looking away from me while the blush on his cheek grows.

  I stare at him for a couple minutes when it dawns on me what he means. I look at him in disbelief.

  “So you’re saying...” I trail off, barely able to finish that sentence.

  Being a nurse, I know that this stuff happens, and I know better than to embarrass him or make a joke out of it.

  He nods his head. “Yeah baby. It has been a long time since I could get hard, let alone come.”

  I move so that I’m on his lap. He puts his hands on my hips. I’m smiling at him.

  “Call it whatever you want, but I’m kind of glad that it happened with me. Now we can spend lots and LOTS of time making up for all the months you missed without pleasure,” I say with a wink and what I hope is a seductive look.

  He gives me a laugh and makes me smile wider. “You’re so damn giving, baby.”

  I let out a long sigh. “I know that sometimes we just need to make sacrifices in life.”

  I let out a laugh when he unexpectedly tickles me.

  “Okay, stop!” I say through laughter.

  He stops and kisses me hard. “Now it’s time for me to return the favour. “

  He moves us until he’s back on top of me kissing his way down my body. I can’t help but gasp when I feel him slightly bite me through my shirt and bra. It only turns me on more, making me want to rip off my shirt and bra and have his mouth on me without a thing in the way.

  It feels like he can read my mind when he immediately removes my top and bra. He takes his time with each breast before moving down my body.

  I’m lost in the sensation. The only thing that matters in this moment is Declan and his hands and mouth on my body.

  His hands unzip my jeans and pull them down leaving me in a baby-blue lacy panty. He groans when he sees what I’m wearing.

  “Fucking perfect. Spread out before me in nothing but your underwear, fuck."

  I can’t help but moan at his words. “Declan.”

  He slowly removes my panties and tosses them to the side.

  I expect him to go slow and continue teasing me, but he doesn’t. He fastens his mouth on my clit and sucks. I can’t help it when my hips buck in the air.

  He moves one of his hands to hold me down and uses his tongue in ways that has me moaning for more. He swirls his tongue around my clit a couple times and then moves lower until he’s at my entrance, and he starts to fuck me with his tongue.

  I swear it’s the best thing that I have ever felt in my life.

  I grab his hair with my hands and it only spurs him on more.

  It honestly doesn’t take long before I feel my core clenching and my orgasm shoots through me. I don’t remember coming so fast in my life. Usually when I try to get myself off, it takes a while to work myself up, but with Declan it’s like he knows exactly what to do with my body.

  Declan slows down as my orgasm does and places one last kiss before moving so that he’s hovering over me.

  “Damn…” I say looking up the ceiling. Declan just chuckles at me and lightly kisses me on the lips.

  “As much as I hate to see you dress up, you should put your clothes back on. Don’t want anyone to walk into the house and see this beautiful body,” he says with a wink.

  I have no choice but to agree with him. This is my dad’s house and I have no idea if he’s coming back here after church, or even how long church will be.

  Once I’m dressed, we head out to a diner that I love, and I spend the day being Declan’s woman for the first time. I can’t help but hope that things will be good for us in the future.

  I waited for so long to have a man of my own and now that I finally have it, I know I will do anything to keep it.

  Chapter Three

  Bullet ‘Blake Andrews’

  Six weeks later

  It has been six weeks of pure hell.

  Watching the woman that I love be with another man fucking guts me.

  I’m not sure yet if he deserves her but, fuck, you can tell that he looks at her the same way I do; like Krista hung the fucking moon.

  I know that I sure as fuck don’t deserve her. She’s sexy, smart, and hilarious. She’s got one of the biggest hearts I know. I also never had to worry about how she would react to the biker lifestyle because she grew up in it. She loves the club and everything about it.

  When I started as a prospect for the club, I was immediately warned about our club princess.

  I could see why. She’s easily the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She had this air or innocence around her.

  I fought my attraction to her from day one.

  I had been on watch for her several times. There was hardly a time when she was left alone because there are so many threats to the club and she’s definitely every brothers’ weakness here.

  No matter what, she could always put a smile on my face.

  There were some tough times when I started, and it’s like she knew without me telling her. She would go out of her way to try and make me laugh. It worked most of the time. When it did, she just gave me a look of understanding and would squeeze my hand or arm before walking away. I always felt like she was telling me that she would always be there for me.

  I never took her up on her silent offer because I didn’t want to risk getting too close to her.

  It didn’t stop me from watching her from afar. Sure, it may sound and be cre
epy but, fuck, that woman has something about her. I could never look away.

  There were so many times that I could see she was attracted to me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention.

  I didn’t know if it was worth the risk. Well that’s not completely true. She was worth the risk, but I was a fucking coward. She walked away and I cursed myself for letting her go without telling her how I felt.

  When she was gone I was fucking furious. We knew that she wanted her space, but that didn’t stop us from searching. That woman was smart enough to realize that and, damn, did she know how to hide. When she returned, we picked her brain on how exactly she was able to hide from us. While she was explaining, Prez had a look of pure pride on his face.

  I knew that I should have stepped up before, but I couldn’t. It all comes down to me being a coward when it comes to her. I finally found a family and a place where I belonged and didn’t feel like a fucking outsider. I was too fucking scared to risk everything that I had.

  I left home years ago and never looked back.

  I don’t talk to my parents much anymore. My dad was absent from our life for the most part.

  I have four sisters and, as the only boy, I tried my best to look out for them when my father was gone.

  Then my father had wanted me to work for his company.

  You wouldn’t have guessed that I was a child of a billionaire. I didn’t want any part of that life.

  He didn’t like that I only cared about drawing and becoming a tattoo artist.

  I left with the clothes on my back and the money I had saved from odd jobs around the city.

  I could have been well-off and a trust fund brat like my sisters turned out to be, but I didn’t want to spend the endless hours working with my father and then, one day, taking over the company.

  My mother never batted an eye because she had all the money that she wanted to go shopping with and ensure that she was at the top of the social ladder.

  My sisters were like her clones which disturbed me. I felt like I was the only one to see them for how fake they truly were.

  I left without my phone or any way for them to track me down. I caught several different buses and hitchhiked around so that I could make sure they wouldn’t find me.

  I had no doubt that my dad would try everything he could to get me to work for him. Black mail wasn’t beneath him.

  I miss my sisters, but there was no way that I could contact them without them going to our parents. They may have been mirror images of my mom, but they were my family. I still hoped that they would see what a poison my parents really were. When we were younger, we spent a lot of time together playing and hanging out. It wasn’t until they became teenagers that they started to change. I wasn’t sure if it was because they felt pressured, or if that’s how they really wanted to live. I still hold out hopes that I will see them again.

  I ended up in this town, working at the local tattoo shop, when the biker, Ghost, had seen my work and hired me. He took me under his wing and showed me everything that I needed to know.

  After a couple years, I now have my own chair and some clients. One day, I would like to partner up or open a shop of my own.

  From that day forward, I became a Wicked Dragon. I finally found a place where I could feel at home. The Wicked Dragons felt more like a family than my own family.

  When Krista took off, I felt like a piece of me was fucking missing. I ached for her everyday. I spent endless hours trying to find her. I guess that was the downside to her growing up in the club. She knew how to stay where we wouldn’t find her. She knew how to stay hidden, and she hid in plain sight.

  When she finally called and told us where she was, I could feel the whole club relax and feel relieved that she had been living among the Vicious Snakes this whole time. They didn’t know it was her that we were looking for.

  She knew who our club friends were. I know that Derek, the president of the Vicious Snakes, had been good friends with our president.

  The day that Pyro came to claim her was shocking to say the least, but then again it wouldn’t take much for any man to see how special she is.

  He has spent weeks with her, and I wondered if she was going to leave again and move in with him. He couldn’t be expected to stay at this club forever; not unless he switched clubs, but I couldn’t see that happening.

  He lived eight hours away, and I couldn’t be without her that long again. I knew in my gut that I would follow her.

  I felt like I needed her to fucking breathe. No woman has ever pulled that reaction from me before.

  I heard about how she became friends with several Old Ladies in the Vicious Snakes, and I couldn’t say the same for our club. Sure, there were the Old Ladies that have been with a brother for years and were practically moms to her, but there were also club whores who always gave her dirty looks. I knew that she didn’t quite fit in, and it sounds like she has now found a place where she does.

  Today, she and Pyro were headed to visit his club and their friends.

  Prez looked at Krista with sad eyes, and I knew that he was feeling the same as I was. She had created a life for herself when she was living with them. She had a job and friends. I felt torn.

  Prez came into my room at the club as I was putting on my cut.

  “Bullet, I need you to pack a bag,” he says. I look at him in confusion, but I move to pull my bag from the closet.

  “I wasn’t aware that there were any runs today,” I say.

  I sure hope I have enough time to say “bye” to Krista. I have a feeling that she won’t ever live with us again.

  “No, we don’t. I want you to go with Pyro and Krista. I know that he will keep her safe, but he’s not a Dragon. I need a brother keeping an eye on her while she’s there,” he says, and my eyebrows go up in surprise.

  “Sure thing,” I say as I turn around and hide my grin.

  Prez snorts. I turn back to look at him and he’s looking at me with amusement in his eyes.

  “You can keep on fucking pretending that you don’t want anything to do with my daughter, but I know that you have fucking wanted her since you started. I know that she had felt the same way about you. We could sit back and pretend you don’t want to push Pyro out of the way and have her for yourself, but then again maybe you don’t want to do that. I would be damn fucking proud if you were her man. My daughter has got a big heart and has a lot of love to give. I was a fucking fool for keeping people away from her; it caused my baby girl to run and hide from me. I see that now. I’m not going to step in your way. She has room for both of you. Sure, he isn’t a Dragon, but he’s a Snake and that’s the next best fucking thing.”

  He then walks out the door before I can say anything. I don’t know how long I stand there with my mouth hanging open.

  I’m pretty sure that he just gave me his fucking blessing.

  What. The. Fuck??

  I snap myself out of it and finish packing my bag.

  I think about what Prez said on my way to my bike. Ghost tells me that he’s got everything covered at the shop. We had just hired a new artist, so my clients can get their work done by him. I hope that my clients won’t mind having another artist work on them, but if they do then they can wait to see me when I get back.

  I think about it on the road with Pyro beside me and Krista riding on the back of his bike.

  We make a few stops, but we don’t stay the night anywhere.

  When we pull up to the Vicious Snakes’ clubhouse, my mind is full of ideas and possibilities.

  I don’t see the people coming up, but I hear a little boy screaming. “Pie! Kissa!” I can’t help but smile at the little boy who’s wearing a little black vest, white shirt, and dark blue jeans with biker boots. He is definitely a little biker boss.

  A lot of fucking women come out, give Krista a hug, and tease Pyro. I stand back and watch the way the club treats them. She knows how to make a place everywhere she goes.

  Krista turns to me. “Well eve
ryone, this is Bullet.”

  Everyone eyes me curiously and doesn’t say anything. Some bikers give me chin lifts, but the women are looking back from Krista to me like they know something.

  Fuck, for all I know Krista could have told them about me.

  “Come on! There’s tons of food,” a woman says enthusiastically.

  “You guys didn’t have to do all this,” Krista says once we enter the club.

  Another woman snorts. “Like dad would pass up the opportunity to turn on the grill.”

  “Yeah, that man lives for his BBQ,” an older woman says with a smile. I recognize her as the President of Vicious Snakes’ Old Lady. Gossip about her has spread far. She’s one woman that you wouldn’t want to mess with.

  Everyone is pretty welcoming, and seeing Krista here just confirms that this is where she belongs.

  I’m shown a guest room that is beside Pyro’s since I’m here to watch over Krista. If Pyro took her to his place, I would follow; even if he hated it.

  I have some beers and get to know some of the Snakes. They are almost like the brothers in the Wicked Dragons. You can tell that they are fiercely loyal. They protect each other with everything they have. Almost without even noticing, I drift from inside to outside of the clubhouse.

  “So, what’s your deal?” a woman asks walking up to me and sitting beside me. There are a bunch of picnic tables around the back and I just finished off a mountain of food.

  I raise an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me?”

  She shrugs not at all scared of me. “Well, I mean, you barely take your eyes off Krista. It doesn’t look like you want to kill Pyro or anything, but maybe you wish you were him standing on the other side of Krista. What’s stopping you?” She tilts her head curiously.

  “I’m not sure that’s any of your business,” I say lightly, but I can’t help my shoulders from tensing.

  She laughs. “Probably not, but I am the one who convinced Krista to call home. I feel closer to her than the other women here.”

  I eye her. She doesn’t look like she’s trying to be threatening or anything. “I missed my chance,” I tell her flatly.

  She shakes her head immediately. “No, I don’t think so. The opportunity is still there. You’ve just got to learn to share,” she says before walking away and joining a huge biker across the lawn.