by Charlie Lee
“Saxon, what—” Her orgasm stops her mid-sentence. Eden’s hands go to my hair. She pulls and tugs while singing out my name over and over again. When she collapses back onto the bed, I climb up her body.
“Clean me now,” I growl into her mouth.
She doesn’t flinch at the demand and only seals her lips to mine. This woman is going to drive me crazy with her wicked mouth all sassy and shit. Then the next minute she’s doing what I ask. I fucking love her.
My hips buck into her, finding her hot pussy. I groan into her mouth, fucking her at a fast pace. I pull back and lick my lips.
“You trust me?” I jerk my chin.
She nods.
Game on, motherfuckers. Reaching down, I lift her ass while fucking her, and without warning, I sink a finger in her tight little ass. Her eyes snap shut.
“Gonna have this pussy dripping, darlin’,” I add another finger in her ass, getting her ready for me. “Then gonna rub all your juices over this ass and take it.”
She nods, giving me the go-ahead, and I nearly bust a nut inside of her. It’s hell pulling out of that sweet cunt. It will be so damn worth it knowing I’ve claimed all of her that I can.
I flip her over then press one hand on her back and the other I run through her pussy up into the entrance of her asshole. Over and over until she’s nice and wet right where I want her to be.
I pull her hips back to me with the head of my cock right at her entrance. I go slow knowing she’s never done this before.
“Gotta relax, baby.” I squeeze her hip inching into her. “Just relax and let your body feel this.”
I bite down on my lip as her tight ass strangles my dick.
Christ.
“Reach back and fuck your pussy now,” I growl. “Fill that cunt with your fingers.”
She obeys. I stay still until she’s ready for me to move.
“You okay, Eden?” I ask. Needing to know she wants this as much as I do.
“I won’t be if you don’t move.” Yeah, she’s alright.
“Let me know if it’s too much.” I nibble on her ear, my dick ready to go.
“Okay.”
Her fingers work in and out of her. Eden begins moaning and rolling her ass up and down my cock. I see motherfucking stars feeling this. I reach around and flick her clit until she’s screaming.
“Fuck me, Saxon, fuck me. I need you to move. Oh, my God! Please.”
“Your wish is my command,” I say with a smile on my face.
It’s slow at first, letting her get used to the feeling. Then something inside of me snaps. I need to own her and this ass. It’s all mine. My hips slap against her ass with one hard thrust. My palm cracks her globe and I keep pounding into her until she’s gasping, her slick back coated with a sheer sheen of sweat. Fuck me.
She screams out her release way before I find mine. Eden never stops fucking her pussy. The action is hot as hell. Her body tightens with another release.
“Gonna come,” I grit out. “You wait for me this time. Don’t you dare fucking go until I say.”
“Saxon,” she whines.
“You fucking heard me.”
Sweat runs down my forehead, my legs begin to tremble, and my grip on on her hip tightens. A tingle builds at the base of my spine, then with three more thrusts, I’m there ready to fill her with me.
“Go,” I roar.
We both indulge at same time. Our worlds colliding, fucking intertwining so damn tight there’s no telling where one begins and the other ends. I collapse down on her. Energy drained. I slide to the side not wanting to hurt her. She’s going to be fucking sore.
“That ain’t ever happened before.” I roll up to my side, coming eye to eye with my woman.
“What?” Her brows scrunch in confusion.
“Think you broke my dick and fucked all the energy out of me.”
She slaps my shoulder. “Good.”
I pull her to me, breathing in the scent of her flowery-smelling hair. I kiss the top of her head.
“Want to know a secret?” she asks.
I nod.
“I liked it.” She laughs. “Everyone says how bad it hurts, but there was something about you filling me so full I could hardly breathe. It was amazing.”
“Won’t be the last time, so don’t you worry about that.” I slap her ass hoping like hell I left behind a handprint. “We need to shower and get going.”
“No,” she protests. “I don’t want to leave here.”
The woman is turning me into a certified pussy. My heart clenches with her words.
“Have the club barbeque. We’ll come back.” I sit up running my hands through my just-fucked hairstyle.
I want to promise her everything else. Like a room for Wilder, marrying her crazy ass, and having her barefoot and pregnant in our kitchen. I’ll go to the ends of the world for this woman. It will never be enough, but I’ll be damned if I ain’t willing to try. I’d take a bullet to the head just to bring her nephew back to her.
I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower, deep in those thoughts, when I feel her arms wrap around my waist.
“You okay?” she asks.
I nod.
“You’re good at a lot of shit. Talented in the bed and damn sexy on that bike, but, Saxon, you’re a shit liar.”
I spin around, pick her up, and set her in the shower. She squeals splashing water back out at me. I smirk. The water is still cold and not quite warmed up yet.
“Asshole!”
Like the true gentleman I am, I wait for the steam to billow from the shower before stepping in. Eden washes away the proof of our night together. Her palms gliding over my skin as she washes every inch of me strikes me hard. She’s taking care of me.
Zeke and Amelia are the only ones who have taken care of me in a long time. Ain’t gonna lie. It feels fucking amazing.
This woman is turning me into a pussy. And if that’s what love does, then I’m okay with it.
Eden
My house is going on the market as soon everything settles down. I don’t give a shit how fancy of a place it is or how much money I lose on it. It’s a pathetic farce to call a home. I’d always wanted it to be one. Begged and begged for Zoe and Wilder to move in with me. Too many haunting memories are there. The thoughts of what if and that I didn’t do enough have me not wanting to go back there. I know I have to, though. I tighten my arms around Saxon’s waist, resting my cheek on his back as he roars down the highway.
The hope in making my life complete fires back up. Making my sister proud and raising her son the way she would want me to has tears falling from my eyes.
Wilder will come home to me. I’ll give him everything from the perfect house, school, and loving environment. He’ll go crazy over Saxon’s bike. I can picture them wrestling around on the living room floor while I cook dinner.
Saxon’s bike slows at the gates of the club. And holy shit, there’re hundreds of people here. My jaw drops as I take in the scene. It’s not just bikers but little children and women all hanging out on the grass. Saxon explained it’s a family deal during the day then gets crazy when the sun sets. He claims that’s when the real party starts.
“Whiskey or wine?” Saxon asks the minute we make our way through the crowd to the makeshift bar lined with all kinds of booze, cheap boxes of wine, and coolers of beer all over the ground. He flips the lid of one of them open. Pulls out a beer and twists off the cap.
“Wine is good,” I say, telling myself I’m staying sober. Saxon reassured me that Nelly the whore bag wouldn’t be showing herself inside these gates again. However, I don’t trust these women I’m seeing sitting around either. Some are sitting on men’s laps, their arms hung casually over the men’s shoulders, while others are rubbing themselves all over the men. Their skirts short, their tops showing off a heavy amount of cleavage. I’m not judging, because I’m sure some of them are wives or old ladies, but still, I’m sure the whores stick together. The thought of it all makes me
sick.
“Here.” He hands me a red Solo cup of wine, making me smile. The man doesn’t flinch about the etiquette of wine consumption, and I love him for that. It’s just one of his ‘I don’t give a fuck about society’s rules’ that warms my damn heart and tingles my lady parts.
Brick grabs my hand and leads us around the crowd. Halfway through the chaos, he drops my hand, pulling me to his side with his hand resting low on my hip, then stops and kisses me harder and deeper than ever before. I know exactly what he’s doing. Brick is claiming me out in public right here and now for all to see, giving the other men no doubt who I belong to. I brush his stubble with my free hand while we kiss, hoping like hell he knows how much this means to me. We pull apart and begin walking together side by side as one.
My eyes light up when I see Rachel, Caitlin, and Amelia all sitting on a blanket with Clara.
“You good?” He stops right in front of the girls. I tilt my head up to look at him. A wide smile spreads across my face.
“I just thought of something you didn’t tell me about your club,” I say, feeling like a teenager. I don’t care. It feels good to be loved, good to be needed and wanted. Even if what we have comes with a label, because I want his brand more than anything else right now. The thought of the whores who will be out after dark in full force enrages the green-eyed monster down in my gut. He is mine.
“What’s that, darlin’?” Saxon brings his hand to the back of my neck. Pulling me into him for a short kiss.
“I’m your old lady.” I tell him something he already knows. I thought about this the other day, too, but it slipped my mind to bring it up.
He smirks. “Thing is, I’m the boss of that and tell you when and where that shit happens. Bitches don’t come in here and claim it when they want.”
My anger is evident on my face, then Brick’s smirk morphs into a full-out, megawatt smile followed by a roaring wave of laughter.
“Sexy when you’re pissed, baby.” He kisses me then pulls back. “Yes, you are. Going to have to get you a vest. Put ‘Property of Brick’ on the back.”
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Might have to mark this again, since everyone will be looking at your backside when you're on the back of my bike.” He grabs my ass, squeezes one cheek in his hand, and lifts his brow seductively. Good Lord, he is ridiculously handsome and hard as a rock; I can feel it through his jeans.
“We’ll see.” I lean up and kiss him, shove him away, and take a seat on the grass by the girls.
“Amelia, you look wonderful.” I squeeze her hand. We stare at each other for a few moments. Our eyes showing the other that this waiting is driving us both insane.
“So do you. I know that look, too,” she says with a low voice.
“What look?” I voice skeptically. Hoping no one noticed my look of disgust over the women I was guessing were whores.
“Brick gave you the same look that Zeke gives me. The two of them may not resemble one another all that much, but that look of love in his eyes, the one that tells you you’re it for him. Well, it’s the same look Zeke gives me. I couldn’t be happier that Brick has found someone as wonderful as you. It makes all of us incredibly happy.”
“Thank you. He’s an amazing man,” I say, not wanting to share more.
“You look a lot better than you did the last time I saw the two of you,” I tell Rachel and Caitlin.
“Yeah, well, you look hot as fuck in those clothes. Love your taste,” Caitlin replies, while Rachel peers around the baby to take a look at what I have on.
I don’t remember Saxon calling a prospect to bring all my bags from shopping over to his house. Apparently, he did. They were all sitting in the cab of his truck this morning. After we showered, he went out to get them.
This is the outfit he tossed at me and demanded I wear—sans panties.
A simple pair of black jeans with a white lace-scalloped tank top. I matched them up with a pair of flip-flops. Figuring this was not the type of party to be walking around in heels. Besides, I only bought what I needed when we shopped. I did stop in the sex store like Saxon asked, but I bought strawberry-flavored lotion to lick off his dick while I’m on my hands and knees. The man loves having his cock sucked. May as well turn him on by teasing him as I lick straight up his hard shaft.
I squirm at the same time as Caitlin squeals and bolts, and Curtis, Brick, and a few of the other men shout. “What the fuck?”
My head turns to see two men covered in tattoos, another man who I assume is Caitlin's husband, Katch, only because they now have each other’s tongues shoved down each other’s throats, and a man who by looking at his face you wouldn’t think he was old enough to be knocking back the beer he has in his hand.
Chills run up my spine as the pieces slowly drift together. My brain fogs over. I don’t even remember standing up and walking toward the gathering crowd until Brick has me pulled into his wall of a chest. His lips pressing kisses into the top of my head grounding me in this moment.
“Katch, Cain, what the hell you guys doing back?” Curtis shouts. My eyes lock on Amelia’s. My throat closes and I begin to shake. The skies aren’t blue anymore. There’s a dark overcast with gray clouds of worry. Something is wrong. Brick knows it, too, as he pulls me harder to his chest and growls.
“Church.” Curtis throws his beer bottle down to the ground.
All the men wearing leather cuts follow behind him heading into the clubhouse. Brick places one more kiss on my forehead before letting me go.
“No!” I grab his forearm.
He cups my face offering up an expression that he does not want to be questioned about this. “I have to go. Club business and brothers only. You stay out here with your friends. You have to trust the process, darlin’.”
I know it kills him to let me go. It’s evident in every stride he takes to the clubhouse, but he still does.
Seventeen
Brick
“You mind telling me what in the fuck all four of you are doing back here without calling first?” Curtis growls, his jaw moving back and forth as if the words he’s spitting out are bitter. And they are.
I’m standing here ready to start bashing some heads together. I don’t give any fucks anymore. I’m over this shit. I’ve done everything I can to keep this in the back of my head. Taking my woman and learning everything about her I can while trying to get her head out of worrying. She’s been drunk, she’s been fucked, and yet I still see that worry behind her stunning eyes. I still hear that scream for help when she calls out my name. She hasn’t brought it up much, but it’s there. It’s going to always be there until we find this fucker and bring justice home for Zoe.
I don’t understand how someone like him can throw everyone off. Curtis has been appeasing the guy whenever he texts. We know by his angered responses he isn’t buying it. There have to be bigger players in this game, there just have to be. Goddamn it.
“Don’t raise your fucking voice at me. I’ve been gone away from my wife to do you a fucking favor. I’m not one of these fuckers who you can boss around. Now, if we can conduct this shit as a meeting and not your club church business, it would suit me fine.” Katch leans back in his chair. Lights up a smoke and stares Curtis down. This shit ain’t good when Katch loses it.
“You may not be officially part of my club, but this is my home. Don’t bring your ass up here telling me what to do.”
I’m done. I push myself off the wall, lay my hands on the table, and bend forward. If I get my ass chewed out over this, then so be it. There isn’t a man in this room who wouldn’t do the exact same thing for his woman or at least want to. I’m the guy with the balls to do it.
“Ain’t no time to see who has the bigger dick here. I do not give a shit who is who or what is what. Except the fact the woman I love is in so much pain she’s starting to hide behind it. Every damn one of you has an old lady. I finally got one. I ain’t fucking around with losing her to her own head. If someone would tell us
why you’re back, I’d appreciated it, because I can tell you right now, all of our women are outside of these doors freaking the fuck out, and I’d like to go get mine.” I take in a breath, pound both fists on the table, and take the steps back to get to my normal spot. I don’t once take my eyes off Curtis. He’s pissed. I can also see he knows I’m right. Fuck the fact that I can see Katch out of the corner of my eye shooting daggers at me. Fuck ‘em all. I’ll take each one of them on and know they’d do the same in my position.
The room goes eerily quiet before Dilan Levy clears his throat. “You guys sound like us at times.” He smiles and pulls a phone out of his pocket, hitting a few numbers before he places it on the table. The sound of ringing fills the confines of this room.
“Dilan.” Roan sounds as frustrated as all of us are.
“We’re here, man. Tell them what’s going on.” He leans back in his chair, clenches his fists, and so does Cain. Fucking hell.
“I hope you’re all ready to combine our ways of living. Let me rephrase that. I mean killing. The news I have for you isn’t pleasant.” I grit my teeth to hold in my anger. There are so many questions lurking in my brain, and the one he’s asking isn’t one of them.
If he’s talking about killing someone, it don’t matter to me how anyone does it as long as it gets done.
“If you’re talking about blowing these fuckers’ heads off, I already told you I would. Get on with it, Diamond. I need to walk out of here and tell my wife good-bye before I even told her hello,” Katch remarks.
Curtis usually doesn’t back down from anyone. Him going from standing to sitting tells me everything I need to know. This is some big time shit we’re dealing with.
My gut is usually efficient. Right now, though, it’s churning like a bitch ready to puke. I’m afraid to fucking swallow.
I look at Cain, whose fingers are tapping on the wooden arm of the chair. Snake, who is about ready to crawl out of his skin. Every one of my veins opens up welcoming anger inside.
