Pokey_Areion Fury MC

by Esther E. Schmidt

  My teeth release the bundle of nerves so I can cover her pussy with my mouth. Her orgasm flows into my mouth with a heavenly taste that’s the reward for showing her body the exact way she makes me feel; euphoric.

  My whole being returns the favor when my dick swells even more underneath her firm grip. In a secure embrace by her wet and tight little mouth, my balls draw up to boost the cum that spurts down her throat in hot strokes.

  A loud groan rumbles through my chest while I call her name against the pussy that’s still pressed tight against my face. Supernova in twentyfold. The orgasm she gave me with just her lips, tongue and hand has drained everything my body had to give.

  I’m robbed from my next breath when her knees give way and she crashes on top of my body. Seeing no other option…hey, I need air to be alive and enjoy our family for the rest of our lives…I lift and turn her, tucking her tight against me.

  Her eyes droop and her breathing slows down instantly. Knowing she’s as drained as I am swells my chest with unconditioned love and pride. I’ve never felt so complete as in this moment.

  Our son is sleeping in the next room, we are in a safe house, and my woman is draped over my body exhausted from the rippling effect of the draining orgasm we gave each other. Yeah, the most perfect and satisfying moment in time.

  Chapter 14

  ***Orianna***

  Waking up is getting better every day. I didn’t have any nightmares last night. I feel safe. I feel loved. I stretch my arms above my head after I roll off Pokey. Yes, I used his chest as a pillow, not even caring if I drooled all over him because he’s drool worthy. Okay, yeah…that would be…glancing over to the spot my head vacated, I send a silent thank you through my head to see there’s no drool.

  The soft chuckle that rumbles through that chest makes my eyes slide up and connect with his hot gaze.

  “The first thing you do when you wake up is check me out, huh?” Pokey rumbles.

  Shit. What time is it? I shoot my gaze at the clock on the bedside table and I feel Pokey’s arm snake around my waist before he pulls me against him.

  “It’s five in the morning, sweetheart. You slept for about twelve hours straight,” the man says casually.

  Twelve hours? Twelve…

  “Relax, Spiky. You clearly needed it. No nightmares, no midnight feedings, no worries something might happen. You’re safe here in this house, with me, our family is taken care of. Austin will probably sleep for another hour or so, and…”

  Slightly panicked I interrupt him, “But we should have talked to Zack, he told us.”

  I can’t believe I slept that long and didn’t worry about what Zack wanted to talk about. All these months I’ve felt on edge, sleeping light for Austin because he could need me at any second. What happened with the grenade yesterday, the worry about everything…yet I slept for twelve hours knowing I’d be safe in this house, wrapped in Pokey’s arms, trusting him to keep all of us safe.

  “I went down to talk to the guys when you were sleeping. The Cape Town crew reached out. Left a note that was addressed to you in our mailbox. Sounds insane and careless for them to do, but those punks clearly have no brains. It contained a typed-out line that said ‘We need to meet’ with a phone number underneath. Nothing more, nothing less.”

  Fear wraps around my heart.

  Pokey brushes his knuckles along my cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t let anything happen to you, to Austin, or to us. We’re gonna handle it, the club is going to take lead, we’ve got this.”

  His words settle, making the fear slip away. If anything, I’ve learned these past few weeks that letting this man in has shown me to surrender in the things he gives me. I know for certain his words are a promise for what he intends to pull through in the end.

  All I can do is give him an honest and open smile in return, show him I trust and welcome everything he gives me, and more. Except then his face turns to a hint of pain.

  “What?” I swallow and at the same time worry spikes my veins.

  He closes his eyes for a moment before he groans and locks his gaze with mine. “I’m sick.”

  “What’s wrong?” I squeak.

  Pokey groans again before he mumbles, “Remember what Sico said?”

  Confusion hits me and I feel my eyebrows go down, repeating his words. “What Sico said?”

  Pokey’s face turns serious. “I’m encountering a case of hard penis illness.”

  Gasping, I hit his chest with a flat hand. “Asshole, I thought something was really wrong.”

  He wraps his fingers around my wrist and slides my hand down over his rippled abs where my hand take hold of his massive erection.

  “Oh, he’s burning up,” I state. “Definitely a fever.” The giggle that leaves my throat dies when I find myself flipped over and pressed down into the mattress while his hot steel erection is pressing against my ass cheeks.

  His muscled chest covers my back, his hot breath strokes my ear. “Not so funny now, huh, sweetheart? It’s a serious case that needs to be handled. Gonna need your help with this, can’t be cured on its own.”

  Pokey’s teeth dive into the skin on my neck, making the air leave my body in a rush while the place between my legs starts to throb, instant wetness trickling out.

  His fingers slide through my pussy. “So wet for me already. Waiting for me to fill you up, to give you what you need. Damn, sweetheart, you’re a fucking wet dream. That was all I had when we weren’t together and all I need for my dick to sink in. If it’s any help, grab the sheets, and hold on. This is going to be rough and fast.”

  Okay. I’m having a mini pre-orgasm due to the way he says rough and fast.

  His hands slide down my body while he lifts himself off me. He raises my hips, leaving me to dig my knees into the mattress. Fingers grip the right side of my waist while I feel others slide up and down my spine.

  “So fucking gorgeous. Every angle, every inch, every moment with you,” he states.

  The grip on my waist intensifies when I feel him sliding the tip of his dick through my wetness.

  “Please,” I beg.

  The need to be filled by him makes my pussy clench around the broad crown of his dick. The hiss that releases from between his teeth shoots straight to my clit. I realize we both crave each other in equal intensity.

  He slides in, inch by inch, ever so slowly while we both moan in contentment. He stills his hips once he’s fully lodged inside and I gasp due to the fullness while my body adjusts to accommodate him.

  Pokey starts to hammer like a power drill, keeping me in place with a solid grip on my shoulder, while his other hand snakes around my body to my clit. The pounding, the friction inside my pussy hitting a different angle with each stroke. He tilts his hips every time he collides against my body. It’s all too much.

  His finger makes tight circles around my clit, tantalizing and drawing out what I need my body to fully surrender to. I feel his hand letting go of my shoulder, his fingers digging into my hair, tilting my face. He plasters his body over mine, aiming his mouth to cover mine.

  The thrusting of his hips and his fingertips rubbing my bundle of nerves; everything working overtime causes the kiss to be off focus. Yet the gasping for air while his mouth covers part of the left side of my mouth is overwhelming.

  Heat laced with tingles spreads all over and slides in fluent waves through my body. I buckle underneath him while he thrusts deep, one more time. His primal roar that bounces off my lips intensifies my orgasm, knowing he’s there right along with me, shooting hot strokes in rapid pulses, filling my womb.

  Completely spent, Pokey rolls us to our sides as we both stretch out on the mattress.

  “So perfect,” he mutters in exhaustion against my ear.

  “All better now? No more hard penis illness issues?” I can’t help the smile that spreads on my face, doing everything I can to keep my laughter inside.

  He opens one eye, a mischievous grin sliding on his face. “Nah, all he n
eeded was a good puking.”

  “Oh, gross.” I roll my eyes while his laughter fills the room.

  “Didn’t sound like you thought it was gross a moment ago, sweetheart,” he croons.

  When I’m about to give a smartass reply, Austin starts to wail, letting us know he’s awake. My feet hit the floor but with the next few steps, I feel Pokey’s cum sliding down.

  Again, his laughter fills the room. “Go and clean up, sweetheart. Take a shower.” He grabs his sweats from a chair nearby and pulls them on. “I’ll take care of our boy, take your time.”

  He places a kiss on my lips and opens the sliding doors that lead to Austin. My chest fills with warmth. He’s so freaking perfect.

  It takes twenty minutes before I make my way down the stairs. I see Sico on the couch holding his phone, his attention clearly on something that’s on there. Ransom is nowhere to be seen but Pokey is sitting on the other side of the couch with Everleigh right next to him.

  She’s hovering her hand above Austin while she’s wiggling her fingers. Austin is clearly captivated by the movement.

  A deep sigh tumbles from Everleigh’s lips. “So sorry you guys got pulled into this. Orianna and you guys deserve to be carefree, enjoying this little bundle without shit hanging over you. I wish I could take it away from you guys…turn the focus of the Cape Town crew on me. I mean, I have nothing like you guys have and yet I’ve got this safe house and nothing to live for. So fucking unfair.”

  My gaze slides to Sico, who’s lost all interest in his phone but has his narrowed eyes locked on Everleigh.

  “Look, Austin, mommy’s here,” Pokey says as he stands up and walks toward me.

  I greedily take our son in my arms and kiss his forehead. I tilt my head up to Pokey, receiving a kiss on the side of my mouth from him in return.

  “Okay, I need to make more coffee if I have to witness all this mushy love and perfect family stuff.” Everleigh laughs while she strolls off, heading for the kitchen.

  “Are you okay?” I ask Sico.

  His face is filled with pain watching Everleigh walk off.

  Tearing his gaze away, he looks in my direction and yet doesn’t see me at all but instead just nods and drops his head as if his phone is the most important thing right now.

  The honking of cars grabs our attention as Ransom comes running down the stairs. “Showtime folks, showtime. Orianna, get Austin upstairs, you too, Pokey. Let us handle this.”

  Pokey doesn’t even argue but places his hand at my lower back, guiding me toward the stairs.

  “You too, Simi. Upstairs, now,” Sico growls.

  One more look over my shoulders before I’m scooped off my feet by Pokey, who’s carrying both me and Austin up the stairs.

  Chapter 15

  >>> SICO <<<

  I hear the rumbling of bikes through the honking of cars. Perfect timing. I got a message earlier that Zack, Dams, Tyler and Calix were on their way. Peeking through the window, I see four GMCs parked on Simi’s lawn, two black ones, one silver and one metallic burgundy. The colorful one is parked behind the other three. My brothers drive up and park their bikes along the side of the house.

  Turning, I follow Ransom out the door and meet up with my Prez on the front lawn. He’s got Dams next to him and we all stand behind those two, forming a united front.

  Car doors open as guys tumble out. The drivers stay in place but there are six guys standing in front of the two GMCs. They are all dressed in baggy jeans two sizes too big, their underwear showing like they’re setting a new trend.

  Instead they look like boys who need their asses whipped and dragged back to school to make something out of their life. The passenger side door opens of the metallic burgundy SUV. I can hear Zack curse and I’m sure we all do inside our heads. Because there is no mistake…The one Pokey killed inside Orianna’s house is this guy’s brother.

  They could very well be twins by the looks of it. This guy isn’t going to back off, nor is this thing ever going to be settled. He will continue to search for his brother because he’s never going to believe his brother’s left town or some shit.

  The words Simi said earlier slide through my head. Pokey, Orianna, Austin…they don’t need this shit. They’ve went through a hell of a lot already and deserve to live carefree.

  “I see there’s been a slight misinterpretation of the little note I left. I’m looking for the one I’ve set up this meeting for. I don’t see the chick around. Mind getting her for me?” the punk states.

  Punk. I have no other words for it. He looks like he’s barely twenty years old. Bandana around his head, pants hanging low on his hips showing off his underwear that he’s tucked over his black wife beater. Same appearance as the rest of ‘em.

  His hand goes to his hip and slides back the open flannel shirt, revealing the gun tucked inside his waistband. Fucking idiot with no brains. One movement and the thing would hit the pavement with those jeans hanging low.

  Looking to my right, I see Calix roll his eyes, clearly not impressed, even when all the other six guys mimic their leader’s actions.

  “I’m gathering you’re looking for an ol’lady of my club. Seeing as she has no fucking business with you, you’d best run along and cut your pansy ass shit. We’re done here, or the next time you show up will be your last.” Zack’s voice is cold and even.

  Zack doesn’t need an act to impress anyone, his whole appearance is a statement not to fuck with him. Or with every single one of us. We’re standing firm while those punks are bouncing on their feet, unsure what to do.

  Except for two of them. Those two have their hands behind their backs and I notice who they are from their mugshots in the file Casey left back at the clubhouse. All the bad shit that went down involved those two. Even though their faces weren’t fully visible on the camera so they couldn’t be linked to a case directly, I know it’s them.

  They’ve robbed gas stations and killed people in the process. Hell, one beat up an old lady in front of her house because he wanted the fruit she was carrying. I mean, what the actual fuck is wrong with these guys?

  “We’re not done here. My beef is with that bitch because I know she killed my brother. Don’t fucking deny it either. I sent him out to follow up on her when we got word she might be a threat.” The punk sneers while he grabs his piece and takes a step forward.

  He’s still shielded by those two idiots.

  “A threat, huh, James? You saying you sent your younger brother, Jack, out to kill her?” Zack challenges.

  I can’t take this shit. The punk, James, has an amused smile on his face.

  “What was he going to do if she recognizes him, Jamie boy?” I add to Zack’s challenge, drawing the attention toward me.

  Zack chuckles at the way I address him as Jamie boy, openly stating he’s nothing more than a punk making waves. James raises his gun and aims it at me.

  “Handle it the correct way, that’s what,” he sneers.

  “Okay, then…” I chuckle and take another step forward.

  Nothing, absolutely nothing is funny about this. There was a baby in the room when that fucker stepped inside and attacked Orianna.

  In fact. “Did your brother know the woman was pregnant when he pushed her down those stairs and punched her lights out all those months ago?”

  Nothing, no emotion or a hint of care in his gaze. Only satisfaction when he lowers his gun and waves it slightly in front of him as if he’s wiping away a funny comment.

  “Meh, semantics,” James states while those two idiots in front of him laugh.

  Again, Simi’s words flow through my mind. I have nothing like you guys have and yet I’ve got this safe house and nothing to live for. My ol’lady is right, time to step up and show her I’m with her. Except, I’m dead set on proving her wrong about one thing. Decision made.

  “Right. Well…I can say the same about me pulling the trigger and putting a bullet in your brother’s head. That’s right, you were looking in the wrong directi
on. Guess I need to make sure I have your attention, huh? Focus, Jamie boy. It’s me you’re after.”

  Cold steel fills my palm while I raise my Glock. James’ eyes fill with fury and hatred before he can process what’s happening. Two pops equals two holes, equals two bodies dropping in front of his feet.

  It takes him three breaths to realize I killed his human shield before he stumbles back and jumps in the back of the metallic burgundy, driving off at high speed. His other guys jump in their cars, screeching tires while they drive off. Guess I diverted the attention on Pokey and his family and succeeded in drawing the attention to me, and only me.

  Leaving me to prove one more thing. My ol’lady might think she’s got nothing to live for, but she will soon realize she’s the only thing that keeps me tied to this world. Now we’re really going to need her safe house. Me and her, on full lockdown. Nowhere to go, no place I’d rather be, until confrontation once again prevails.

  The problems Sico pulled onto his shoulders will be faced in his story.

  “Sico” Areion Fury MC #5 coming soon.

  Special Thanks:

  My beta team; Cathy, Neringa, Tracy, Judy

  my pimp team, and to you, as my reader…

  Thanks so much! You guys rock!

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