“About to shower and jerk myself off. Get on with it, or I’m going to take care of this rock-hard cock myself.” Like hell he is.
“We had unprotected sex, and that’s not something I do. Ever, Saxon.”
“And?” He snakes his hand back down to his dick. I have to look away because it’s too hypnotizing to watch him pleasure himself. Hot as fuck.
“Well, I have an IUD implant, but you didn’t use anything.”
“My brother's a doctor, in case you forgot.” Saxon turns to me while continuing to stroke his cock from base to tip. A bead of precum glistens, taunting me. I know we have to have this conversation. But all I want to do is suck him dry.
“Go on,” I urge him.
“I don’t follow orders or fucking answer to anyone but the prez of this club. Zeke rode my ass about safety for years. The man is smart. He knew I liked to fuck. Bastard makes sure I get tested regularly. Fucking don’t want to, but I’ll do anything for my brother. In the end, it eased his worry, so I make sure to get it done for him. I drew the fucking line with the annual full blood panel.”
My head begins to throb from the abundant consumption of whiskey the night before. The pain doesn’t stop me from letting out laughter. Zeke, the picture perfect caretaker.
“And you're clean?”
Saxon doesn’t hesitate when he responds. “My cock is clean as a whistle. Might be the only time I give kudos to my brother. He always has my back.”
He runs his hand up my leg, hitches it up on his abdomen, and presses his thumb on my clit.
“Fuck, I love how you react to me. Your legs are shaking. You are so Goddamn gorgeous in my bed. Your hair all wild and your beautiful pussy wet for me. You’re mine, Eden.”
I moan when he slips a finger inside. He moves me so fast I’m spread out on the bed with him on his side propped up on an elbow working his voodoo magic. When his thumb moves from my clit to my ass, I tense up as I tell myself to relax. I trust him.
“If it makes you feel better, we can paint a blank canvas with our raw need and passion.” Saxon fucks my pussy with his fingers while staring at me, not blinking once.
His pierced cock bobbing into my side makes it difficult to gaze back up to his eyes. I’m silently begging him with a ravenous plead to sink deep inside of me. He loves me. This man loves me.
For the first time since my life spiraled downward, my head is clear enough to think out logical thoughts.
Saxon swirls my wetness around my core. I gasp when he slides his thumb closer to my ass. My skin burns with an urgency to let go and spin out of control, losing myself in the pleasure only he brings me.
My bad boy biker hits the perfect spot, causing my vision to blur and any remnants from last night go flying out the window.
“Yes.” I arch my back, my head falling from side to side. “I’m going to come.”
He doesn’t respond with words. He works my dripping pussy with his finger and my ass with his thumb over and over with his magical touch.
“Saxon,” I moan, my orgasm slamming into me out of nowhere, igniting a fierce fuel that needs to be burned. This man is not only driving me crazy, he’s showing me things my educational brain has forgotten about. My body has been too busy, too worn down to seek pleasure from it until him. Mistake or not, none of it matters anymore. He’s mine. I can’t imagine sharing these things with anyone else.
“Sit on my cock. I want those tits in my mouth, this pussy coating my dick, and my tongue down your throat.” He lies down on his back, forcing my hands to rest on his chest to support me. My head feels like I’m walking through fog, but my emotions are clear as day.
“You're going to feel this piercing for fucking days.” His fingers sink into the flesh of my hips.
“Give me all you got, Brick,” I say, line him up, then glide down.
My eyes roll, my pussy burns. That’s not enough to stop him. He grips tighter to my hips and bucks up into me until I scream. My pussy is panting for more.
“That’s it, ride me.” Saxon leans up just enough to sink his teeth around one of my nipples. He’s not gentle with it either.
“Stop,” I beg.
“Not stopping. You fucking take it, and you come,” he growls, mouth going right back to sucking and biting my nipple. His big hand palming the other.
With him filling me and his mouth on me, I’m going to come too soon. My hips roll back and forth. With each movement, my insides ignite.
“Have one speed today, Eden. Show me how much you want my cock owning this sweet pussy. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want my dick so far in you that you can’t think straight.”
“Shit,” I grit out feeling a steady burn down low. It’s going to be one hell of a firework show.
His fingers dig deeper into my sides. The pain is mixing with pleasure, nearly setting me off. He’s slamming me down on him while thrusting up into me. The man doesn’t lie. That piercing is hitting me in the right spot. It’s tortuously pleasuring.
“Mouth,” he grits out.
With ease, I lean down, not wanting to lose our connection. Our mouths collide, causing our connection to deepen even more. He fucks me with his tongue, his dick until I’m breathless and forced to pull away screaming out his name. My nails dig into the flesh on his chest, dragging down, milking out each sensation coursing through my body.
“More.”
It’s a one-word demand, and before I’m able to comprehend what’s going down, I’m flipped onto my belly with Saxon’s body covering me. His throbbing cock running up my ass cheeks. He props my hips up, slides his cock into my opening, and slams into me without warning. I scream. He fucks. That familiar pressure is building up again.
“Goddamn, all of this is mine. I love you, darlin’.” I want to turn around and see his face, but I’m startled when he spreads my ass cheeks while fucking me at a steady pace. I want to protest, but my curiosity wins out.
“Focus on my cock, your wet cunt, and how good we feel,” he growls.
I do what he tells me, relaxing into his rhythm and holding back my next release. I want to detonate with him. Together and united. I cry out when he sinks a finger into my ass. The sensation of being full sets me on fire, blurring my vision.
“Gonna come in this cunt, yeah?”
“God. Yes, Saxon, fill me up. I’m coming with you.”
His cock pulses once then twice, stretching out my pussy even more. His metal piercing is hitting me deep, setting me off. Saxon milks his cock with gentle thrusts before he collapses down on me.
“Gonna fuck that ass one day. Gonna come all over those tits. Every inch of you will be marked by me.” He kisses my shoulder keeping most of his weight on his elbows.
The thought of his release inside of me turns me on all over again. My hips push back relishing in the feeling. I can’t help myself rolling them over and over again until I’m begging for another release. Saxon being the gentleman he is makes sure it happens.
I don’t want to shower or clean up, not yet anyway. I’m not ready to wash his scent off me.
“Come here.” He tugs me up to him. My head falling to his chest.
“Where were you earlier?” I whisper into his chest.
“Gym.”
“Oh.” I outline my favorite tattoo on his bicep. It’s a diamond with the silhouette of a wolf in each corner. “What does this one mean?”
“Life ain’t no circle of life in my eyes. It’s made of corners representing each stage of your life. Ain’t none more important than the other because it built you into the person you are. Might be a fucked-up journey, but you gotta own it.”
I lean up and kiss each corner of the diamond. I take my time not placing emphasis on one over the other because each corner has brought me the man I love. To me, it doesn’t mean a thing that it’s happened so fast or over the worst circumstance. I’m finding solace in his presence. This incredible man makes me whole.
“I love you, big bad biker dude. Now, can you hand
me my phone?”
“Just because you're my woman now does not mean you can boss me around,” he jokes. I roll my eyes.
He reaches over to the nightstand on his side of the bed, handing me my phone. I have to call the hospital. Timothy covered for me yesterday. I won’t be going back to work until I have Wilder in my life and feel settled.
I love my job. I adore my patients, and the babies themselves prove how much I love seeing people happy. I can’t imagine there being anything more rewarding than a child, but my mind, soul, and body are not in any condition to be practicing medicine. If Saxon has taught me anything, it’s to protect the ones you love the fiercest. So, my job has to wait until I get my life together. I can’t go around thinking about my personal life when my mind should be focusing on my patients in front of me.
My work phone rolls over in my palm several times. Thank God, I threw my work phone in my bag, since the club has my personal one. I dial Timothy’s number. When it goes to voicemail, I leave him a quick message.
I send a few emails informing my boss and the hospital board that I’ll be taking a leave of absence. This will come as a shock to them, but I have no doubt they will understand. They know everything that’s going on.
Brick rolls to his side propping his head up on his elbow. The long, dark pieces of hair on the top his head flop down. This man is sex, pure and simple.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” I mindlessly tap the screen. “Going to take a leave of absence from work.”
“Good girl. Was gonna make you do it anyway.”
“Oh, really, boss?”
“Damn right. Need my woman underneath me every night.”
I slap his shoulder. “Hey, I’m good on top, too.”
Saxon’s rolls over on top of me, pinning my arms above my head, teasing me by pushing his cock between my folds.
“Are you hard all the damn time?”
“Since I met you, yeah.” He grins down at me. “Would love to fuck you all day, but I need to feed you.”
I raise up an eyebrow not knowing if he’s serious or going to feed me his dick for breakfast.
“Are you going to take me to your home and let me play house?”
He changes the subject, not acknowledging my question. “Shower, then eggs and bacon. You might not feel hungover now, but it will catch up with you soon.”
He rolls off me and out of bed. His ass is placing me in a trance as he disappears into the small bathroom. When I stand up, the world does spin a bit, and the dull pain in my head becomes a full-blown headache. Shower, food, and water do sound magical right now.
Rifling through my duffle bag, I begin laughing so hard at what I’m pulling out that it doesn’t make any Goddamn sense. I pull out a swimsuit bottom, a scarf, my favorite pair of jeans, a scrub top, mismatched socks, and finally one of my favorite pair of heels. Keyword...one. I slap my palms over my face, letting the laughter fall into them. It’s not a funny situation at all. I’m tired of trying to find a meaning behind every emotion I have.
I laugh harder and louder than I have in a long time.
“What’s so funny, darlin’?” Saxon’s leaning on the doorframe with his arm stretched up. His glorious, naked body on full display.
“My wardrobe.”
He jerks his chin up. “We’ll get it all settled. I couldn’t care less if you stayed in here with nothing on. Something tells me that won’t win me more points with you. I’ve got you, Eden. In everything. Remember that. I’ll bet the girls would love to take you shopping.”
My heart squeezes tight with his confession. I’m not talking about me being naked or shopping. It’s the part where he said he has me.
His world is so opposite of mine. A stark contrast to the world I’m used to living in.
I’ve never been in a steadier world than I was last night.
“Get your naked ass in this bathroom and come wash my dick.”
I laugh while keeping my eyes on his ass. All the way to the shower, where I wash his dick right after I get on my knees and suck him off.
65
Brick
“It was your dick that decided we had two girls, sweetheart. So, the way I see it is, if you don’t want Eden out of the club’s sight, then I guess you're the one who takes us shopping.” Rachel tells Curtis like it is, kisses his cheek, and saunters off. Getting her way once again.
“You better start running before that chain she has around your dick cuts off circulation,” I say, tip back my beer, and chuckle.
“Fuck you. I could make you go, you know. It’s your woman who doesn’t know how to pack a bag.”
True, but that isn’t the reason why they're going shopping, and he knows it. His daughters need new dresses for their school pictures. We all know when those two sweet angels ask for something, they get it. They may be spoiled rotten when it comes to getting what they want, but you won’t find two kids as polite and respectful as them. Curtis and Rachel are doing one hell of a job raising them. Half the time, our prez comes home with pink shit in his hair. Ain’t nothing wrong with a man giving all he’s got to his kids. Girls, boys. It doesn't matter.
“I’ll give you that one. Not sure which one of our women’s asses looks better in those jeans,” I tease. Wink at Eden when she climbs inside the back of Curtis’ blacked-out Escalade.
“Let me get this shit over with, and I ain’t even going to go there about you checking out my wife’s ass, fucker. You take over getting everything set up for the barbeque tomorrow. I’ll call if I hear from Katch or Roan. You do the same.”
“Have fun.” I tip back my beer, watch him climb in and take off with my woman.
It’s still un-fucking-believable she’s mine.
Nothing but love for her.
I would have never guessed I would want to settle down, let alone with a chick who has a damn good head on her shoulders. Can suck a cock like no other and feels perfect sleeping in my arms.
Eden might be stuck somewhere close to hell right now, but I see signs of the real her peeking out more and more.
Asking about safe sex is one of them. The other was dealing with her job.
I blew her off this morning when she asked about my house. I have one. The thing is, it isn’t anything like what she’s used to. I’m a single man. My needs are simple. She’s used to having everything.
I reach for my phone. Hit speed dial number one.
“Any news?” my brother asks.
“Not yet. Katch and a few other guys decided to hang around out there just in case. How’re Amelia and my niece?” I ask. Stand and head into the clubhouse.
“Both of them are perfect,” he responds. I can hear the happiness in his words.
“I’m happy for you, Zeke. You know that, right?”
“I know, man. I also know you. Something is bothering you. Spit it out.” I can’t help but smile as I make my way down the hall to my room. Shut the door and lie down on my bed.
“I love her, brother. I get it now. All that shit you want to do for Amelia. I want to do the same for Eden.”
On cue, the asshole belts out in laughter.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl.
“Never thought I’d see the day when my brother was pussy whipped.”
“Fuck off.”
“So, what’s the problem with finally finding love?” he asks.
I throw my arm over my forehead and let it out. “She wants to see my house—”
“Go on,” Zeke interrupts.
“Shut your Goddamn mouth and listen, fuckface. It’s just a normal three-bedroom, two-bath house, and simple at that. The rooms are smaller than normal. No fancy shit and centered on the outskirts of the suburbs. You know all this, since you helped me pick it out.”
“I know I did. It’s a nice house. Are you trying to tell me that you think Eden is going to walk away from you because you have a simple house that’s more than likely a nasty bachelor pad?”
“More or less.”
/> “Just another prime example that you’re a fucking dumbass. Saxon, Eden wouldn’t give a shit if you lived in a cardboard box. All you can do is give her your whole heart. It’s the most priceless object you can give her.”
“I’m there, man.”
“Give her your all. Be you. And enjoy the ride.”
“I think my dick just transformed into a vagina. Enough of this mushy shit.”
“You did always think your dick was a transformer when you were little,” Zeke gets out through bursts of laughter.
“Bitch, you’re gonna tell that damn story at my funeral, aren’t you?”
“Your first morning wood, and you ran into the kitchen showing Mom your dick was a transformer.”
“Fuck off.” I smile at the memory even though Zeke can’t see me. There’re only a handful of memories like those before our life went to hell in a handbasket.
“On another note, the board at the hospital held an emergency meeting. They granted Eden her leave of absence. Only know this shit since I’m a department head.”
I’m stunned. “Shit, she emailed them this morning.”
“It only happened about fifteen minutes ago. I walked out of the meeting right when you called. I’m glad she’s taking time off.”
“Didn’t care if they were going to grant it or not; wasn’t letting her go back either way. This is the best thing for her right now. I’m glad she won’t have that worry hanging over her head.”
“Gotta run, brother. Duty calls. If you doubt anything with Eden, summon your inner pussy-whispering abilities and show your love.”
“Got it.”
I end the call. My phone beeps with an incoming text. My girl.
Eden: They granted my leave of absence.
Me: Good, darlin’. In my room. Come find me when you’re done.
Eden: Have a few more shops to hit up before we leave.
Me: Buy some crotch-less panties with the cash I sent.
I sent Eden with a chunk of cash from my stash. Hell, I have enough of it from living a simple life and not indulging in elaborate shit. My eyelids grow heavy yearning to sleep. Feel like a dick knowing Eden has to be just as tired as me.
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