“Shit!” She managed to articulate before throwing her head back as her eyes fell closed and she dragged her fingers through my hair. She was holding me to her, and I didn’t mind one bit, because I’d just figured out what heaven tasted like. It was Poppy’s sweet musk with a hint of salt, and those sweet as fuck whimpering noises that kept making my cock stand further at attention. I wanted to make this damn good for her, because I had a feeling it was the first time she’d been able to let go and just feel in a long time. The truth of the matter was, I didn’t know how long I could hold out so I trailed my hands up her sides until I had her tits cupped firmly in my grasp as I went to town fucking and sucking her pussy with my tongue. I rasped my bearded face across her sensitive clit every time I dipped down to pump my tongue inside of her and scoop out all of her juices. As she grew closer to her own climax, she also became rougher with her demands, tugging and pulling at my hair to make sure I focused my attention exactly where she needed me.
Seconds that felt like hours ticked by as I refused to let up until I felt her thighs begin to shake at my shoulders and then I sucked deeply on her clit as I pinched down hard on both of her nipples sending her tumbling over into a climax I could feel shake her to her core.
“Shit, holy…” She huffed out. “Jesus, God.” I snickered against her as she had her religious experience and finally eased up on the hold she had on my hair. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find that she took a few strands away with her. Just as she release me I heard my name roll off of her tongue like a prayer. “Ungh, Smoke!”
“Honey,” I called out in response as I worked my way back up her body, planting open-mouthed kisses as I went. Easing inside of her was something else. She was so hot, slick, and fucking tighter than I’d felt a woman in a long as fuck time. It had to be everything in combination, because this was something new for me. “Never before,” I managed to tell her before I increased the tempo of my thrusts, trying to feel every part of her that I could. Hell, I was trying to get as deep into her as was humanly possible, because this connection I was feeling was something else. At the risk of sounding like a bitch – it was fucking magical.
“Smoke, I’m…”
“I know, honey. Feel it. Let go, because it’s not going to be the last one tonight. Not done with you yet.” I meant every word as I felt her do exactly as I commanded. I pounded into her as her pussy contracted around me and then when she thought she was done; I flipped her ass over and took her from behind as she purred for me on all fours. I pounded into her roughly, taking what I wanted. As I hunched over her back and held her tightly around her waist, I pulled on one of her nipples and then reached down and began paying attention to her clit as well while I hammered into her relentlessly. Finally, I managed to send her over the edge once more before I finally found my own release.
“Honey,” I whispered into Poppy’s ear as I collapsed against her backside riding that last bit of momentum to the end. “Let go, sweetheart. Can’t. Hold. Onnnn,” I growled to her as I felt her clamp down around my cock just before I let loose and found my own release deep inside of her.
“Fuck, honey, never in my life…” I tried to say before I realized that I was probably squishing her the way I was draped all over her back as we came crashing down to the bed. “Sorry,” I laughed.
“Not a damn thing to be sorry for. I’m amazed you held it together as long as you did.”
“Shh,” I hummed in her ear as I pulled her close and covered our rapidly cooling with her blanket. Her hair was sweat-slicked across her face and I gently brushed it away, exposing her beautifully flushed face to me. “Get some sleep, honey,” I demanded in the softest of tones while trying to lure her into a restful sleep. Judging from everything I knew about her situation and the panic attack I’d walked in on her having at the start of our night, I’d say she desperately needed it.
“Mmm,” was her only response before I felt her body go slack in my arms. There was one thing I knew for sure, and that was that Poppy was made for me. There was no chance in hell I’d be letting her get away. I didn’t care if everyone in our lives thought it was too soon. Hell, I’d be lying if I didn’t acknowledge the small part of myself who thought I was crazy thinking this shit, but I couldn’t help it. Every minute I’d spent in her presence had been perfect so far.
Chapter 4
Babysitting duty was going to kill my spirit today. I loved my nephew more than the world, but I’d forgotten I was supposed to sit with him while his parents went and had some alone time without him. I had no clue that I was going to not only meet Poppy last night, but that she would end up being the whole fucking package. She was exquisite in every way, from her gorgeous, yet unassuming appearance to her intelligence and creativity. Then there was the fact that she could talk hockey with me and get truly excited about the player’s stats and not just their height, weight, and sexy scruff factor as Poppy put it when she was joking about the only way she had been able to get girls in her past to discuss the sport with her.
I glanced back one more time as I hopped in Bender’s Ford Expedition and when I turned back, it was to see the bastard brother-in-law of mine grinning his head off.
“Finally met Chief’s sister, did ya?”
“You could say that,” I managed to get out without giving anything away.
“She’s a looker. Chief’s going to have his hands full trying to keep the men off of her.”
“The fuck he is!” I yelled at him.
The bastard chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. She already has you under her spell, brother.”
“Whatever,” I grumbled.
The smile was swept away to be replaced with concern. “Just be careful. Her split has been ugly, but it’s still new and I’m pretty sure they’ve clocked the better part of a decade together.”
“I am aware of all those things.”
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt if he comes around begging for her back and she goes. You know how it can be with the women who have been around the club a while. They think they’re mad about the cheating, but then they decide they can get over it, because they’ll miss the life too much. Or the man.”
“Trust me when I say I don’t think she would be one of those. If it turns out that way, you can say you warned me when I’m crying in my cornflakes and can’t get out of bed, okay?” Sure, it was sarcasm, but honestly, if all of my days with Poppy ended up even a fraction of how well our night had turned out, that didn’t seem a far-fetched result if she decided to hightail it back to Sierra High, Georgia.
Before long, I found myself confiding in Bender about my night with Poppy. He pulled into a convenience store parking lot and pulled into a back into a parking space before putting the Expedition in park and turning to me. “So, what exactly did you say to her about why you were leaving again? You said you promised Soph you’d watch the kid?” His questions bothered me for some reason that I couldn’t put my finger on.
“That’s what I fuckin’ said,” I told him, feeling my temper rise a bit.
He laughed. “Shit, you’re gonna have some ‘splainin’ to do, my brother.”
“What? Why?”
“She probably had all kinds of ideas about who that kid was to you and who Soph was,” Bender told me and suddenly it hit me. The panic set in and I was about to get him to turn around so I could rectify that situation, but then I remembered Chief was there too.
“Her brother will set her straight,” I informed him.
“You sure about that? If I were Chief and I walked in on the two of you all post-coital this morning, I would probably fuck with you hardcore through her.”
“If it wasn’t Poppy, and she hadn’t been through everything she’s recently gone through, I’m sure you would be right. There’s no way he’s going to leave her in doubt of what happened last night just to fuck with me though. That would be cruel to her.”
“I see your point. I guess you got lucky this time. Word to the wise, if you’re
ever talking about a kid and another woman to someone you only just started dating, fucking, or whatever you two are doing; there probably needs to be some sort of explanation as to who those people you mentioned are before you up and run out of breakfast.”
I ran my hand nervously through my hair, because honestly, I should have known better. Before I could get lost in my own thoughts of Poppy and where I thought we were going to be headed with our little new-found friendship, my brother-in-law got a call.
“What’s up babe?” I knew immediately it was my sister. “Seriously, still no?” Bender sighed, disappointed in something she was saying. “Okay, I’ll let him know. No, it’s okay. Another time. I’ll be back as soon as I drop Smoke off.”
“Drop me off?”
“Yeah, sorry, man. Your sister wasn’t exactly feeling well this morning, but she swore it was okay to pick you up because she thought it would pass.” He lifted a shoulder in agitation.
“I’m guessing it hasn’t passed?”
“Not sounding like it, so I’m just going to drop you at your bike. Maybe you can catch back up with Poppy and Chief?”
“Yeah, okay.”
I was on my bike at a stop light when I felt the vibrations. I pulled it out at the next stop to take the call. “Yo! What’s up, Shep?”
“Smoke,” he called me by my road name instead of my actual name which immediately put me on edge. “I have a problem. Not sure if you can help, but I’d sure as fuck appreciate it if you could.”
“What’s going on?”
Shep gave a quick rundown of how his mom’s latest asshole had put her and his sister in danger, and they needed help getting out.
“I’m on my way to your place. Give Bender a call and let him know. His plans got canned today, and I’m sure he’d be down for helping too.”
“Thanks.” I hung up and took off, heading in his direction again. I was half way there when I felt my phone vibrating. I cursed myself for not having the damn thing paired up to the Bluetooth in my helmet yet. I had just bought the new phone a couple days ago and still hadn’t bothered to do it. Then again, I didn’t usually get this many calls that I wanted to answer. When I had been with Julie, I tended to ignore my phone until I got somewhere because I didn’t want her nagging about when I would finally make it home.
At the next light, I yanked the phone back out of my pocket, and thank fuck I did, because the asshole coming up behind me wasn’t slowing the fuck down. I caught sight of him in my mirror and just barely managed to move out of the way before he would have taken me out. Still ended up dropping my phone and having the bastard run it over. “Mother fucker!” I growled wishing I had the time to chase the son of a bitch down. I took note of the traffic cam, and the fact that I’d be putting in a call to the boys in blue to find that son of a bitch for me. He deserved far more than the ticket the camera was going to throw him. Waiting to get his ass kicked until I had time to do it would just make it that much sweeter.
It didn’t take long to get to Shep’s place after that, mostly because the shot of adrenaline from almost being taken out by a careless asshole driving a cage was still riding my body. Being charged up meant I wasn’t a laid back rider.
“That was quick, what the hell happened? You answered my call and then everything went dead.”
“Fucking moron took out my phone on the road, almost took me out had I not seen him in time. Thanks for the call, you literally probably just saved my fuckin’ life.”
“No shit?” Shep asked, eyes wide, as he took in my appearance. “Yeah, you’re jacked up right now. Come on, you can grab a drink, and we’ll go over what you think I need to do to help them out before I hit the road.”
“Before we hit the road,” I tell him. “I’m not leaving you to handle this shit on your own. Your girls need moved, we’ll get them gone from that situation and make sure the fucker knows they aren’t to be trifled with again.”
He glanced down at his phone and grimaced. “Might need to get on the road and head that way sooner than later. I’m not sure how much longer they have before someone gets hurt.”
“Give me your phone a minute,” I tell him and he hands it over without a complaint. I quickly shoot messages to Bender, Chief, and Ghost telling them what’s going on. Ghost says he doesn’t mind sanctioning the club assist, and Chief shoots back a message that Wren will be joining too.
I turned to Shep. “All right, Bender, Chief, and Wren are meeting us here and then we’ll ride out. You taking your truck in case you need something to put the women in to get them back here?”
“I guess I better. That way I can grab some of their shit too, hopefully. Depends on the situation we end up rolling into.”
“Don’t worry about that. We’ll get as much of their shit as we can fit in the truck. We’ll pack the fuckin’ cab if need be and your mom and sister can hop on the back of one of the bikes.”
Shep laughed at that. “I’d like to see any of you attempt to convince my mom, of all people, to just hop on the back of your bike for the ride home.” He shook his head and chuckled as we moved to the garage and he rolled the truck out, securing his bike inside. By the time he was finished and had everything locked up, the rest of my brothers had arrived, and we all headed out to what we thought would be a simple run to help a friend. If only we had known how wrong we were.
We rolled up to the place where Shep’s mom had moved to after hooking up with her latest loser. I could already feel that shift in the air that signaled things were not going to be as simple as we thought when we rolled out. Suddenly, I was thankful so many of my brothers had come along for the ride. It wasn’t even that it looked like there were too many people here to handle. My gut was sending that tingling warning through my body, telling me shit was not as it seemed.
“Something isn’t right,” I finally stated out loud as I took my helmet off.
“I feel it too,” Bender put in.
“Same,” Wren called out as he killed his engine.
Shep looked back and forth between us and it was clear he didn’t get the same gut reaction. I wasn’t sure if that was just because he’d never been in some of the situations we’d faced as a club, or if it was because he was too close to the situation since his mom and sister had reached out for help.
“Did they say if they were alone?”
Shep tipped his head to the side, indicating a busted old truck sitting there. “Looks like the asshole is home.”
I had that itch to text Poppy and make sure she was okay, or let her know that I was. She wasn’t even my old lady yet, and besides, my phone was toast. I’d dropped it and crushed it on my way to Shep’s. I turned to ask Chief if he could text her, but the front door to the house flew open and a wide-eyed, crazy looking fucker stood there with a shot gun aimed in our direction.
“Don’t know who the fuck all of you are, but you need to get gone from here!”
A female voice screamed out, “Shep!” It sounded muffled and distant, and we all realized what that meant almost immediately. “I’ve got the back door,” Wren called out as he and Chief took off in that direction.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” The crazy fucker with the shotgun yelled at them as he brought the muzzle around, tracking their movements. Wren and Chief ignored the threats and I moved in. I shouldered his arm with the shotgun upward, so that if he pulled that trigger the shot would fly to the sky before letting gravity take its course, putting our guys in the clear. Then I had to get clear quickly, because Shep had come up and kicked the man’s knee out from under, dropping him immediately.
“What the fuck are you doing with my mom and sister?” Shep seethed at the man.
Bender was by my side, collecting the fallen weapon, and helping to drag the bastard inside. We did not need an audience, or worse, someone with a cell phone standing in their window witnessing what looked like us breaking into a home and assaulting the residents. I turned to check to see if there was anyone we would need to talk t
o once we were done here, but all I noticed was a black suburban with windows tinted so heavily, they were beyond well illegal in this state. “Bender,” I called out and tipped my head. He saw it and gave me the nod indicating he understood too. If nothing else, we had witnesses to what we’d just done. The fact that the witnesses looked shady as fuck though, did not bode well. There was more going on here than Shep thought.
Once we were inside, Wren and Chief met us in the living room with two terrified women and another man. The women were a mirror of one another with exception of the fact that one was obviously about 20 or so years older than the other. Shep’s mom had aged well, and his sister was a dead ringer for the woman.
The man, on the other hand, did not look as though he belonged at all. Every inch of skin that wasn’t covered by clothing was dripping with ink. His face, while not completely covered, also had tattoos present. I couldn’t make out most of it, as they looked to be symbols and shit written in another language. If I had to guess, I’d say Slavic, based on the man himself and the way it looked. That didn’t mean I could translate the least bit of it.
“Who the fuck are you?” Shep asked the man who only smirked at him response. Then he turned to the idiot that Bender and I still had a hold of. “Who the fuck is that? And what the hell is going on here, you piece of shit?”
The asshole we had hold of spit at Shep’s boots. He missed in the pathetic attempt to disrespect the man so I slapped him around for being stupid. Nothing pissed a grown ass man off more than being bitch slapped by another man. He growled out in frustration, so I slapped him again.
“Answer Shep’s questions asshole, or we’ll get creative with how we get the truth out of you.”
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