Always (Wesson Rebel M.C. Series)

by Colt, Shyla

  Irish steps forward and cups Cora’s pussy. “I want to make you feel good, Co. Do you want that?”

  “Yes.” Cora rotates her hips. “And I want to make you feel good.”

  “So, let’s do it together, Baby Girl,” Irish urges.

  “Okay.” Her voice is shaky, but her excitement is obvious.

  They link hands and walk to the bed.

  I glance up at Danny. He shrugs and follows behind them.

  They sink to the middle of the bed and slowly undress each other, lost in their own world. Their bodies complement one another, Pale and dark, slender and curvy. Fuck. There’s a soft reverence in their touch that brings a beauty to their love making. Irish’s pale fingers disappear into Cora’s pussy and I feel my dick leak. Cora returns the favor. They find a steady rhythm. I’m panting like I’m running a marathon. Unable to hold back, I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock. The relief sends blood rushing through my head as I grip the base. My eyes are glued to the beauties in the bed.

  The slick sound of their fingers moving in and out of one another has my balls drawing up to my body. I match their pace with my strokes. They implode, convulsing as they come and I go along with them. The blissful expression on the girl's faces and the orgasm still marking my thighs as they shake, tells me we’ve opened a Pandora’s Box.

  I know there’s no turning back.

  Present

  I brake at the red light and opt to hit the highway. My head is still too full to do anything more than function. I need to be further away. The light turns green, and I roar through the intersection and veer off to the left. We all have our breaking point. I understand that—I just never imagined mine would come so soon.

  Off to the Races

  Rowan

  My head is so full of everything that’s happened and it aches. Everything going on right now is wrong. I’m numb. Danny looks shell-shocked as he stares down the street after his wayward brother. I can’t believe Dallas did this. I glance over at Cora and my heart breaks. She’s been reduced to silent screams. Her body shakes and I can tell she’s only kept upright by Houdini. The nomads’ normally stoic face is etched with concern. I don’t like it. The look in his brilliant blue eyes makes my belly ache. I knew there was something up with him, always hanging around her, and offering to help.

  I sneer. How the fuck did we end up like this?

  I long for the days of simplicity. Right down the line, it has always been the four of us. Danny and I never should’ve left town. My mind takes me back to the beginning of the end.

  Past

  Dan Wesson and I have pretty much always been two peas in a pod. We liked the same things, had similar quirks and when we were old enough, developed a mutual crush. Despite the craziness around us while growing up in the Wesson Rebel MC, our love came natural and easy.

  Danny, better known by his road name Samson and I were anchors in an ever-shifting sea of insanity. With his broad shoulders, six foot four frame and light brown hair that dusted his shoulders, he was a warrior with the heart of a poet and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  For me, his hazel eyes are always warm and full of love, but they can turn cold and make his expressive face a thing to fear. With a strong jaw line and rugged features to go with his size, he’s damn intimidating when he wants to be.

  It’s our big going away party at the club and though I won’t admit it out loud, I’m worried as fuck about my girl. Cora Curtis has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We’ve done everything together and I do mean everything. Leaving her behind for the next two years is going to be difficult, especially with her on again off again relationship with Dallas. I peer up at my boyfriend and wonder how two people from the same gene pool could be so drastically different. I wish she could’ve fallen for someone easier, softer, like Joker or Cowboy, but it’s always been Dallas. From the minute she was born, that boy took one look into her eyes and they bonded. Some would say the same about Dan and me. In a place full of round pegs, we were a little square.

  “You’re going to miss our girl, Irish,” Dan says, pulling me close to his side.

  “Yeah, no surprise there.” We shared everything. Might be the only way it would work with people like us, our boyfriends being brothers and us being raised in the life. No one batted an eye at the swapping we liked to do.

  “She’s going to be fine, Dallas will take care of her and she’s got the rest of the club watching her back.”

  “You know he can be such an asshole to her and so clueless. He breaks her heart on a monthly basis.” I sigh.

  “Well, we are just two hours away. Not a problem to come kick his ass and get him straightened out,” he threatens.

  I throw my head back and laugh. “Baby, you always did have a way with words.”

  “I’m looking forward to having my own space with you.” We’re going back to get our Bachelors, so we’ve escaped the rules and regulations that keep freshman on campus.

  “Me too, honey,” I say, sighing in bliss. Thoughts of snuggling in our bed and decorating our apartment fill my head.

  “Speak of the devil,” Dan says, nodding toward Cora.

  She comes down the hallway headed straight for us. I open my arms, and she walks into my embrace. “Hey,” I say.

  “Hey,” she whispers.

  I can feel her sadness. She’s getting hit twice as hard with Dan leaving too. He’s the soft, sweet and the quiet she needs after coping with Dallas’ loud, aggressive and very possessive, energy twenty-four seven.

  Dan steps behind her and rubs her back.

  I run my fingers through her thick hair.

  “We’re not gone yet,” Dan says.

  “I know, just getting in all my snuggles while I can.” Cora moves away and smiles.

  “Girls, I repeat…two hours away,” Dan reminds us.

  “I’m going to miss you too Danny,” Cora replies.

  He melts. Cora’s got this softness to her that keeps us all from getting too hard. We’re a machine in a way, each of us playing an important part. This separation will be a test.

  “I hate leaving you. Why don’t you come with us?” I ask.

  She glances across the bar at Dallas who’s speaking with the Pres, his father, Rule. “No, my place is here with Dallas and our son. This time is for you two. Besides, I have my Bachelors. What would I even do up there?” She shrugs. “I’m twenty-five. I can handle being alone.”

  We all know she’s been groomed to step up and be the mother hen in this place. “I know. Come on, we’re supposed to be celebrating, let’s get bombed and have memorable sex.” I wag my eyebrows comically and she giggles.

  “So, a normal Saturday?” Dan asks.

  “Smart ass Dan is out to play,” Cora teases.

  “You know another version?” Dan says.

  “I know, but you love me, don’t you, lover? I should get some perk for letting you sample this quality pussy,” Cora says.

  “Jesus, Rowan, stop teaching her this shit,” Dan mumbles.

  His outraged expression makes me laugh. “What, you don’t like what we teach each other?” I say, leaning in to run my tongue over Cora’s lips. She moans, and we both glance to Dan, whose eyes are glazing over with lust.

  “I’m pretty sure he likes it, Rowan,” Cora whispers a hair’s breath away from my lips.

  “Fuck, come on, let’s go make our rounds before I take you to the bedroom and fuck you both until you can’t move,” Danny says.

  “Promises, Promises,” I huff as Cora giggles.

  He wraps us in his arms, pulling us to rest beneath his shoulder as he leads us across the room. We practically have Dan and Dallas tattooed across our foreheads. Still, they never fail to take the opportunity to show ownership. Not that we mind. In a world where pussy is interchangeable, it’s nice to be claimed so thoroughly. We stop just shy of Dallas.

  The tense set of his shoulders and the tightness around his eyes speak volumes about his stress level. He’s f
eeling this exit too.

  I reach over, and he lets me twine our fingers.

  “You guys staying at the club tonight?” Rule asks.

  “Yeah, I figure we’ll be too wasted to do much else,” I say grinning.

  Rule chuckles. “I figured as much. “Sure as hell going to miss you two, but we’re looking forward to having people we can trust working the books and doing the paper work for the businesses. We’ll see you at the BBQ tomorrow?”

  “Of course,” Danny says.

  “Good, I’m going to do some celebrating of my own.” Rule walks off, disappearing among the bodies all packed into the mid-sized space.

  “Are we really going to stand here and shoot the shit?” Dallas asks.

  “Wow, eager to get down to business?” I ask.

  “Yes, when I’m stressed I like to fuck, and you two leaving is a fuck load of stress.” It was the closest he’d come to telling us he would miss us.

  After so many years, I’d grown fluent in Dallas speak.

  Cora flinches and Danny pulls her close, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek. In so many ways, he’s been our protector from the harshness surrounding us. He’s managed to avoid taking it all into himself while Dallas bleeds it.

  Suddenly, Cora looks a lot more delicate than her 5’11, sinfully curvy frame.

  I watch her and wonder again, if we should leave her.

  As if sensing my thoughts, she straightens and smiles. “One quick sweep and we’ll disappear, okay?” Cora says to Dallas.

  “Okay, Co.” Dallas runs his fingers down her face.

  The easy give reassures me. She always had a soothing affect on him no one else could quite manage. As much as we share, there’s a part of Dallas that only belongs to her. Just as the very core of Dan’s heart is mine. It keeps us confident and unworried about our status. There’s no reason to hash things out, or have in-depth conversations, we simply are and it works. In this life, you come to take things as they come and hold onto the good with a tight grip. We aren’t no half ass crew, we’re hundred one percenters through and through. Our roots runback to the days after the Vietnam war.

  Cora cups the side of my face and places her lips against my ear. “Don’t worry, babe, I’m a Curtis. I’m solid. Let’s enjoy the time we have.”

  “Am I so obvious?” I whisper.

  “To me, you’ve always been crystal clear, Irish.”

  I close my eyes and enjoy her closeness, inhaling the sweet scent that always clings to her skin. After a moment, we separate and the sweep around the room begins.

  Before I know it, we’re in the room and we all know it’s our final goodbye.

  “I’m going to come in your girl, Rowan, brother,” Dallas says.

  “Good because I’m going to come in yours,” Dan replies.

  His threat makes my pussy drip. I love it when he lays claim to Cora and lets me play in the aftermath.

  “Marking your territory my loves?” Cora whispers.

  “Damn straight, you both belong to us,” Dallas growls.

  “Four hearts joined like we promised, baby,” Dan whispers, holding my back to his front as we face the couple mirroring our position.

  “Kiss her, baby, get us hard for you,” Dallas whispers, kissing Cora’s neck as Danny does the same.

  I loved playing the copy game. Them standing behind us, while the four of us stand in front of the mirror. We lean forward. Her full lips brush my own and I shiver when Cora opens her mouth, letting me take the lead, the way I like. I suck her tongue. Heat blossoms in my belly, and spreads throughout my body. A pool of liquid gathers in my underwear.

  “My girls are so pretty,” Danny says, running his fingers down my bare arm in a light caress that drives me insane.

  The kiss deepens and I tilt my head wanting more of her sweetness. Dan grinds his hard on into my ass and I can’t help but whimper.

  “You like that baby? Look how hard my beautiful lovers get me.” Dan cups my breasts.

  I arch my back and Cora pulls away.

  “Oh God, I’m going to miss these.” Cora sucks my hard nipple into her mouth through the thin material of my tank top.

  “Oh shit,” I gasp, staring down at her dark head, not about to lose a minute.

  Dan continues to hold my tit up for her as he tortures my other, rolling and pinching. Cora moans around me. Dallas has her skirt shoved around her waist and his fingers are moving inside her. I can hear how wet she is and smell her mouth watering arousal.

  “This is all about our girls right now,” Dallas says. “Are you going to come for us?”

  He knows I get off watching. When he’s sending her over the edge like this, it doesn’t take much to make me follow.

  “Say it, or I’ll stop.” Dallas’ voice is sharp and edgy.

  “Fuck, yes,” I rasp.

  “Mm hmm,” Cora mumbles around my tit. She sucks the rest into her mouth and moves her hand down to caress the soaked seam of my panties. She slips her long, slender, fingers inside the material and eases into my greedy pussy.

  I will never get enough of her. We move together in a familiar rhythm and within minutes, I’m flying with her calling out, close behind.

  Lying on my back a spell later with my mouth fused to Cora’s and my eyes rolling in the back of my head, I feel my pussy clamp down on Dallas’ condom encased dick. He’s got a rougher touch than Danny. We take our aggression out on one another and connect on a feral level. In need of air, Cora and I break. I focus on Dallas’ glinting green eyes, full of lust and acceptance. Then I glance over at my best friend. The sight of Danny’s rubber covered cock disappearing into her glistening, cleanly shaven, brown pussy is still so beautiful it steals my breath away. On overload, I work my hips in time with Dallas’ while craving the high we build together.

  “Oh, Oh, I’m going to come,” Cora cries.

  “Yes, do it baby, milk me,” Danny growls.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” Dallas swears.

  I moan, unable to form coherent sentences with the pleasure surrounding me like an invisible cocoon. My pussy pulses and Dallas grunts.

  “Oh shit, yes.” Dallas continues to pound into me.

  Cora lets out a keening wail.

  I throw my head back in a silent scream, as we both take to the skies. Dallas cries out, and I feel Danny go stock still. He presses Cora into the bed as he spends himself inside what, next to me has become his second home.

  The night goes by too fast the way that things always tend to when you want them to stretch out, and before I know it, we’re actually leaving.

  I fold my last t-shirt and slip it into a suitcase, closing it with a final click. My heart lurches. I’d never been so far away from home without the rest of Wesson with me. Without Cora. My shoulders are tense. It’s just a two-year program, but it feels like forever.

  “That’s the last of it?” Cora asks, placing her hand on top of mine.

  “Yeah,” I swallow nervously. For the first time in our relationship, things were upside down. Scared and uncertain, I glance at her for reassurance. Two years her senior, I’m supposed to the guide.

  “Oh, you’re going to do awesome.” She stands and wraps her arms around me, placing her head on my shoulders. “I always knew you were going to get out and see a bit of the world. Have fun, drink too much, travel and forget about Wesson and all the shit that goes with it,” Cora whispers.

  “Cora—”

  “I didn’t say forget us, honey. Just enjoy the break. It’s a rare, once in a lifetime opportunity. Once you comeback, you’ll be locked in like me.”

  “You love it here.”

  “I do, but I’m going to miss you something fierce.” Cora placed a hand on my cheek, gently turning my face to hers. Her soft, full, dusky pink lips brush mine.

  With the touch of her lips, I’m taken back to the first time we played on our own without the boys. Danny and I never shared ourselves with anyone, but somehow with Baby Girl and Dallas it always felt right, like we w
ere a complete unit.

  Two years Earlier

  Having the boys gone was nothing new, but this mission felt different. A month long stint while they showed their faces at the sister charters. Normally, we’d ride along with them, but Cora had gone and got herself knocked up. The baby made her temperature run hot, which is why she walks around the club in nothing more than a pair of tiny cut off shorts that barely cover her ass and thin tank tops. Watching the prospects avert their eyes when she walks by is an entertaining game I never tire of.

  She flops down on the bed beside me and huffs. She stretches her arms above her head and bares miles of supple brown skin. Pregnancy glow is no myth. She’s fucking beautiful right now.

  “What’s wrong, Baby Girl? You got a craving? Need me to get you something?” I run my fingers through her hair. I wish I could provide comfort. She misses the boys as much as I do, maybe more, given her heavy dose of estrogen.

  “You know what I’m supposed to be doing right now, Ro? Having wicked hot hormone induced sex. The first three months make your libido kick into high gear. I’m wet from the time I wake up, till the time I go to sleep. My fingers aren’t doing the job, and Dall would blow a gasket if I ever thought about using a toy. Even my nipples ache.” Her hands creep up and cup her swollen mounds.

  My mouth waters. “You aching, baby?” I sit up and run my fingers down her arms.

  “Mm-hmm,” she whimpers. Her eyelids flutter up.

  I find myself lost in her brown lasers. “Maybe I can help you with that.” My heart pounds faster in my chest. Dallas and Danny’s words circled in my head. Whatever she needs, get it for her, no expenses spared.

  “Rowan?” she whispers.

  “I want to try something different, Baby Girl. We don’t always need the boys with us to play, do we?” I push her thick sable hair away from her oval face and bend down, brushing my lips against hers.