by Sam Crescent
Pea nodded. “I’m heading home.”
Leaving the clubhouse, he ignored a couple of the whores who wanted his attention. It was moments like this when he really thought about his decision.
Riding the long stretch of road, he was rounding a bend when he paused. There at the bottom of the road were Mel and fucking Big Ricky laughing. Slowing his bike down, he was so fucking angry he wanted to pound the fucker.
He was aware of Big Ricky’s reputation. He hunted, tortured, and killed everyone who got in his way. From tearing out fingernails to crushing bones, this fucker had done it all, and there’s no way he was going to let Mel alone with him.
As he pulled to a stop beside them, his woman turned to look at him.
“Hey,” she said. “Are you heading home?”
“Yeah, get on.”
She looked surprised, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t having her alone with Big Ricky.
“I don’t think you should talk to a woman like that.”
“It’s fine, Ricky. It was lovely to talk to you.” She placed a hand on his arm, and then climbed on the back of his bike.
Pea glared at the fucker that he despised, and then pulled away, driving back home. The moment they were inside their home, he couldn’t help it, he slammed the door closed.
“What did I fucking tell you?” He was yelling, and he couldn’t contain it. When it came to Mel’s safety it was a big fucking deal to him.
“Why are you yelling?”
“Last night I told you to stay away from him and the next day I see you fucking laughing with him. Is this a joke to you, Mel?”
“It’s not a joke to me.”
“You could have fooled me, or are you so fucking thick you couldn’t get the warning?”
Her palm struck with all of her force right across his face, slap. It was going to leave a mark. The instant she did it, he watched as she pulled back, her eyes filling with tears. She covered her mouth.
“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry.”
Pea stared at her. He was still angry that she’d been talking to Big Ricky. “You didn’t answer my question!”
“Please, don’t call me thick again. I know what you said. I … it wasn’t what it looked like. I noticed that Willy today had a thing for a little blonde I didn’t recognize. I’ve lived in this town all my life. I recognize everyone. He’d seen her come out of Ricky’s house, so I said I’d find out who she was.” She stared at him, and he saw tears still in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have hit you. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
He felt like a prick for talking to her like that. He saw the guilt in her eyes as well. Mel was never normally a violent person. He’d hurt her feelings.
“Mel?”
“She’s his ward,” Mel said. Her arms were folded around her. “Big Ricky is taking care of a girl. Her name is Autumn, and she’s just lost her parents. I think it’s one of the reasons he’s here. To keep an eye on Autumn because he wouldn’t tell me anything else. Nothing about her parents. She’s a complete mystery.” Mel opened and closed her mouth before finally speaking. “You normally like that I get information for the club. With Willy’s interest, I thought it would be relevant. I didn’t want to cause a problem. I’m really sorry for hitting you.”
She walked away, and Pea’s entire body slumped.
“Mel, I’m sorry.”
Entering the kitchen, he watched as she opened the fridge and took out leftovers.
“Look, I’m sorry okay? I didn’t know why I called you thick. I just … I don’t like seeing you with him.” He moved toward her, cupping her shoulders, but she shrugged him off.
“I don’t want you to touch me.”
Pea pulled away, really fucking pissed that a simple word had hurt her. Mel had been called a lot of other names over the years, and none of them upset her. “Are you on the rag or something?”
Pea quickly ducked as she hurled a Chinese take-out container at his head. It went past him and hit the wall, spilling the contents.
“You’re a real asshole. You know that? I don’t know what all those women saw in you.”
This was not like her at all. In fact, she had never thrown anything at him or hit him. He saw she was upset as well, as she did hate violence. It was one of the things she’d disliked about the club. Pea wondered why she was so emotional of late. Rarely did the little things bother her. He’d mentioned her rag another time, and nothing. She’d often laughed with him.
Rubbing at his temples, he said, “You know what they see in me, babe.”
“Ugh!” She screamed at him. “You make me so damn angry.”
“I’m not going to apologize for that because you love me for it.” He looked down at the mess on the floor, figuring it would piss her off if he didn’t clean it, even though she’d made the mess. Still, it was the first time she’d ever slapped him, especially as she was so against violence.
She threw the tub.
You called her thick. Clean it.
Mel continued to make them some food. They were a good team most of the time. If it wasn’t for that fucker being in town, this wouldn’t be happening. He made his way toward the cleaning cupboard.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said. “I’m going to do it after I’ve heated up some leftovers.” Once again tears were in her eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m not this crazy.”
“I can take care of this. I’m hungry.”
“Are you sure? I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t stress about it at all.”
Pea began to clean away the mess, wondering if Mel was okay. Her emotions were running high, and he wondered if she was ill.
She was usually relaxed, calm, and chill. He’d make sure she went to the doctor or something.
“Tara hit on me. She told me she was missing my dick.” He went for a change of subject.
“I’m not surprised. She’s wanting a patch.”
“An old lady patch?” he asked, amazed.
“I’d warn the other brothers as well. She may go to unscrupulous means to get it.”
He finished cleaning the mess, and when he stood, she had two plates prepared.
“Friends again?” he asked, teasing her.
“Always. Please forgive me.”
“I do.” He wrapped his arm around her neck, kissing her head.
She needed to realize that he would do anything to protect her. He loved her more than anything.
Chapter Three
One week later
“There’s no way she’s into that,” Pea said.
Mel was snuggled up against Pea as they watched a movie. Of course, it had a hot sex scene. “They’re acting.”
“Yeah, and I’ve seen porn with better acting. Look at her. Her nipples aren’t even hard.”
She burst out laughing. “Again, she’s a married actress.”
“Whatever. They’re paid millions of dollars to make me believe it. The least they could do was be into it.”
“You’re a goofball.”
“You’re the one that has me watching this shit. What happened to your action phase? Didn’t you like to watch big, muscular men blow shit up?”
“You got sick and tired of watching them. I also got fed up with seeing you flex those muscles in front of me.”
“I nearly pulled a muscle trying to impress you.”
She smiled thinking about it. A week had passed since she’d thrown the Chinese pot at his head, and of course missed. She was so pleased that she’d missed. The moment she did it, she’d been ashamed. She didn’t believe in violence. Pregnancy wasn’t agreeing with her. She’d read online that her emotions would be running high. She’d not seen Big Ricky since then, and when she asked Prudence, she’d not seen her either.
Pea stroked her arm, and she closed her eyes, snuggling close to him. She’d not told him that she was pregnant. Every morning when she woke, he was already gone. She was avoiding the issue, scared in case he didn’t want kids. He l
eft her a note saying what job he had to do, and promised to be home soon.
“There’s a fight Friday.”
“Is this with the Hell’s Wolves as well?” she asked.
“Yes. All of the old ladies are invited. I’ve signed up. I want you to be there.”
She chuckled. “Are you wanting me to be there to watch you beat the crap out of someone?”
“You got it. You’ll love it. You love to see me showing you how manly I can be.”
This made her laugh. “I do love seeing you all strong. You’re a little too cocky at times, but you always know what you do.”
“Hell, yeah. You know I can handle anything. That’s why you married me. You knew I was a sure deal.”
“You’re a goofball.” And she loved that about him.
His hand moved up, and he began stroking her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch.
The movie ceased to exist for her. All she wanted was him and his touch. His hand didn’t linger too long on her neck. Down went his hand inside her shirt. She pressed her chest up against him.
In the past few years, she’d put on a little weight. She’d finally become comfortable with herself, and at a size sixteen, she was happier than she had been in a long time.
“I love your tits,” he said.
She chuckled. “You’re so romantic.”
“Do you want me to call them breasts? Melons? Fun bags?”
She giggled as he pushed her back against the sofa. “I don’t care what you call them so long as you know what you’re doing with them.”
He grabbed her shirt and shoved it up over her head so that it rested on the back of her neck. “You have no idea how much I fucking want you.”
His face pressed against her tits, and she gasped as he sucked on the flesh of her cleavage. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him against her, wishing she wasn’t wearing jeans.
His hands moved up her sides, cupping her breasts and pressing them together. He licked each mound across the lace of her bra. “I love this color on you.”
It was a pale pink, and so comfortable. The lace felt soft against her sensitive nipples. They were the only kind of bras she could wear.
He flicked the catch, releasing her bra, and she moaned as she felt free. Within seconds he had her shirt all the way off her, and her bra, too. She grabbed his shirt, pulling it up over his head, revealing his heavily inked arms and chest.
Running her hands all over him, she saw her name inked over his heart, and she loved that. Mel. Three letters making her name.
That was who she was, his Mel.
His lips wrapped around one nipple, and the pleasure and pain had her yelping.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Just a little sensitive today.” She tried to recover quite quickly. “Could you do it slowly, and just use your tongue.”
He moved back to her breasts, and she watched him. His tongue flicked out, covering one nipple.
This time there was nothing but pleasure and it felt so good. His touch went from one breast to the other and back again.
She arched up, needing him. He kissed down her stomach, and she couldn’t help but tense.
“Do you want this?” he asked, pausing at her belly button.
For over an hour this morning she had stood in front of the mirror to see if she could find any other changes in her body. Mostly her stomach. There was no swollenness yet, but it was only a matter of time.
“Of course I want it. Your bristles are ticklish is all.” She giggled. She loved his stubble as it heightened her arousal.
He kept on looking at her before releasing the button of her jeans.
Her pussy was so wet, and she wanted him.
You’ve got to tell him.
Not tonight. She didn’t want to spoil tonight.
It was their night, and she wanted to feel him inside her.
He pulled her jeans down, and she heard his moan this time. “I love this set you’ve got going on. It’s so you.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her waist. “So sexy. So sensual. It’s hidden so that no one really knows you. They don’t understand what’s buried deep. You keep everything locked up, but I know you.”
She closed her eyes as he peeled down her panties, removing them from her body. “And what do you know?”
“I know that behind that sexy–as-fuck persona you’re a caring person. Not many people see it. They just see the slut you try to portray. I see you, Mel. I’ve always seen you.”
“Is that why you married me?” she asked, smiling.
“I married you because I knew no one else could ever see you like I do.” This made her open her eyes, and she found him staring at her. “I see you, Mel. More than you realize, I do. I know I’ve been a lucky bastard to have found you, and to have kept you this long. I’m not going to let you go, nor will I let anything happen to you.”
Since their argument, she’d not seen Big Ricky, not even walking around.
“Now, I’m going to lick your sweet pussy and have you come all over my face, you got me?”
“I got you, and I’m not going to complain.” She spread her legs and moaned as his tongue attacked her pussy. He licked from her clit down to her cunt, then back up again, sucking on her bud.
“You taste amazing.”
She could tell him about the pregnancy another day.
“You’re so wet. You want to come on my tongue?”
“Yes, please, I need you.” She moaned as he thrust two fingers inside her pussy. He fucked her with them for several thrusts before pulling them out and teasing back to her anus.
She whimpered.
“This is all mine, baby. No one else is allowed this. Just me. All mine.”
She loved how possessive he’d gotten in the past few weeks. Their time together was so much more now than it ever was.
He pressed a finger against her anus, pushing past her tight ring of muscles. She moaned. “Come all over my face, baby.”
She screamed his name as he sucked on her clit using his teeth, giving her exactly what she needed and more.
“Yes, please, oh, it feels so fucking good. Please, Pea, please!”
One finger pressed inside her, going deep as he sucked at her clit. The combined pleasure and pain were too much for her to handle. She hurtled over the edge, screaming his name as he made her come. The pleasure was intense, and she arched up, wanting more. Pea prolonged it, knowing what she needed more than anything.
“Fuck, baby, I love these curves you’ve got going on,” he said, kissing one hip then the other. “You give a man something to hold onto, and that shit feels fantastic.”
He reached around grabbing her ass, squeezing the flesh. “You feel so fucking good.”
She burst out laughing. “You’re doing a lot of talking today.”
“You make me so fucking hard, baby.” He moved from between her thighs, and she watched as he peeled his jeans down. His cock sprang forward, the tip leaking pre-cum. She moved so that she was in a sitting position. Wrapping her fingers around his length, she smiled up at him.
“Is this all for me?” she asked, knowing what he wanted.
The one thing Pea loved more than anything was getting his dick sucked.
“Everything that I have is all for you.”
Then she’d give him her everything as well.
****
The moment her lips wrapped around his length, he was lost, so fucking lost. Pea looked down and watched as she took his dick, sliding it to the back of her throat then pulling off. There was already a trail of saliva, and it made him hornier than ever before. She was so fucking pretty with his cock in her mouth.
Reaching out, he wrapped her hair around his fist, and groaned as he hit her throat, only this time she didn’t pull off. He watched as slowly she took a little more, taking him as deep as she could before finally pulling off.
The pleasure was intense, but as much as he loved having her mouth on him, he needed her pussy.
With his grip on her head, he pulled her face off his dick.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, licking her lips.
“It’s pretty simple. I want that sweet cunt of yours, baby.” It had been a week since he’d fucked her, and his desperation clawed at him. Between work at the club and exhaustion at the end of the day, he’d just wanted to hold her. He didn’t have the energy to fuck or make love. “Get on the sofa, spread your legs.”
“You like giving orders tonight.”
“And you love taking them.”
She sat on the sofa. Her face was flushed, and Pea was mesmerized by her. Everything about Mel was made for sex. It was the first thing that he’d noticed about her. Even as she wore revealing clothing, he knew there was something hidden deep inside her, and it had made him curious.
She’d been the party girl, and then he’d seen how seriously she took looking after her sister. Mel loved her sister, and he’d known back then that one day, he wanted her to love him back. Mel was a wild woman at her core.
He moved between her spread legs, gripping her knees and spreading them wider. “I want to be able to fuck you, baby. I need them really wide.”
He pushed them open and heard her moan.
“Do you need them attached?” she asked, laughing.
“Nah, I don’t need them attached at all.” He ran his fingers down her legs. Spreading her pussy wide, he ran a finger through her slit, plunging in deep. “You’re still very wet.”
“You made me come, Pea. Are you going to fuck me, or tease me?”
“I like teasing you. It keeps you on your toes, and makes you want a hell of a lot more.”
Her hand moved down, covering his as they both began to tease her pussy. “Is this what you want?” she asked.
“Yeah, this is what I want. I want to fuck you so damn bad I can taste it.”
She laughed. “You’ve already tasted my pussy. What more do you want?”
He released her pussy, grabbed his cock, pressed the tip to her entrance, and slammed inside. She let out a gasp as he fucked her to the hilt with nowhere else to go.
His cock was big. He had the biggest cock in the club, which was where he’d gotten his name from as it was the complete opposite.
