Silver’s brows rise and his lips twitch. “Then don’t accept anything less than what you know you deserve, babe. Because you do deserve everything that you want.”
My lips turn up into a grin, I turn from him and head toward the door. He calls out my name just as my hand reaches for the knob. Turning to look at him from over my shoulder, he winks at me.
“Taz needs you, but don’t be his doormat. Men like us will walk all over you if you let us. Get your family, Trista. Grab life by the horns and create the future that you want. Don’t let anyone stand in your way. If Taz can’t man up, though I think he will, then you need to find someone who will. Being a call girl isn’t going to give you the future you want though, either. Just think on that.”
I don’t say anything else to him. Dipping my chin, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and tug the door open before I slip inside. The house is quiet, then I hear it in the distance. The sound of a whimpering baby.
My heart races. I want that for myself. I’m just selfish enough to know that much. Silver is right though, being a call girl isn’t going to ultimately give me this life that I crave. But then again, neither is being Taz’s whore, which is exactly what I am right now, it’s all that he’s willing to allow me to be.
Making my way toward the sound of the whimpering baby, I pause at the sight of Presley standing in the nursery. The bundle in her arms is the source of the noise. I can’t see her, but just knowing that she’s all wrapped up safe in blankets, held in her mother’s arms, my entire body instantly aches.
“Do you want to hold her?” Presley asks.
My head jerks up and I shift my gaze from Gray to her mother. “I do,” I rasp.
She smiles and brushes past me, I follow behind her until we’re in the living room. She sinks down on the sofa and I take a cushion on the other side. Inhaling a shaky breath, I hold out my arms. Presley transfers the baby into my arms and I’m surprised at how light she is as I pull her closer to my body.
“She’s been changed and fed,” Presley whispers.
Glancing down at the baby in my arms, my heart races in my chest at the sight of her. She’s beautiful. A perfect mix of Presley and Silver. Lifting my hand, I run the pad of my index finger down her sweet little nose.
“She is gorgeous,” I whisper.
“You are too, holding her,” Presley says.
Lifting my gaze, I meet her eyes with my own. “This is probably my only chance to hold a baby this small,” I say giving her a small smile.
“I doubt that. Aren’t you and Taz a thing?” she asks.
I shrug a shoulder. “Kind of, but not anything like you and Silver. We won’t last.”
Presley frowns, her gaze flicks to Gray then lifts back up to meet mine. “I think you’ll be surprised at what the future holds.”
“Can you see the future?” I ask.
She shakes her head with a small smile twitching her lips. “No, but I have eyes.”
Thankfully she drops the subject and we go back to talking about Gray. Everything she says about the baby, I can tell that she was made to be a mother. This is where she shines. Presley is so in love with her new baby, her stepson, and her husband that you can practically see the love swirling around her.
I love that, not only for her, but for them. Silver and Buster deserve all the love in the world from a kind woman like Presley.
They had a rough life before she came into the picture and if there was anyone that I could create just for them, I don’t even think I could have imagined anyone as perfect as her.
TAZ
Looking around the room, I grunt at our supply of guns and ammo. We need to stock up. We’ve been so busy transporting shit for other people, we’ve neglected our own supply and I’m to blame for some of that myself.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I open the notes app and start to type in some things that we need, and some things that I want. Then I add various ammo and even contemplate adding some explosives to the list. I usually don’t dabble in that shit, but if there’s a threat of war, we need everything on hand.
Once I’m finished, I turn around and start to head out of the room. Sable is in the doorway, her big eyes focused on me, skirting past my shoulder to look at the guns, then shifting back to me.
“Not allowed here, and you know it,” I grunt.
Her lips twitch into a small smile. “I do. I also know that you need something she can’t give you. I’m here to help you,” she purrs.
“What do you think my woman don’t give me?” I ask, arching a brow as I cross my arms over my chest.
She shrugs a shoulder, then slowly moves toward me, swaying her hips with each step. I flick my gaze to her hips, lift them to her tits, then lastly to her face. She’s got a smile on her face, knowing that I checked out her smoking hot body. Any guy with a dick would check her out, she’s beautiful.
“Freedom,” she breathes.
Fuck.
“What if I decided I don’t want it?” I ask.
She licks her lips, taking a step closer to me, her tits pressed against my crossed forearms. “You won’t ever change, Ridge. This is who you are. You’re not a man who will ever commit. You’ll never be what she needs. You’ll never change.”
Sable lifts her hand, wrapping her fingers around the back of my neck, she rises to her toes and touches her mouth to mine. Her tongue slides across my bottom lip before her teeth nip my skin.
“You don’t think I’ll change?” I ask.
Her laughter fills the armory. “I know you won’t,” she breathes as she reaches between us and grabs ahold of my hardening cock from over my jeans. “It’s got nothing to do with age and everything to do with who you are. She’ll get angry that you won’t change and you’ll tell her to deal with it. She’ll pack her shit and walk out the door. You aren’t capable of changing who you are.”
“She ain’t leavin’,” I grunt.
“Then you’ll be there every day reminding her that you refuse to change for her. That you’re afraid to change for her.” My hand moves faster than I intend. I grab ahold of her hair, pulling her away from me. “Every day you’ll be the reminder of your own fear. It’s going to be ugly if you do this.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap.
Pulling her head back, I growl down at her smiling face. Her hand on my dick moves to the button of my jeans. I think about pushing her away, I pull her body from mine, my chest moving up and down with my panting breath.
Ultimately, against all of my better judgment, I pull her closer. I don’t kiss her. I can’t do that. She’s right, though. I’ll never change. I don’t think I’m afraid, I do think I’m incapable of it.
Lowering my head, I sink my teeth into the flesh of the bitch’s tits, at the same time my phone rings. Reaching for my pocket, I keep my hand fisted in her hair as I slide my thumb across the screen.
“Need to talk to you,” Silver’s gruff voice announces.
Releasing her, I jerk my chin toward the door. “Get outta here. Later,” I murmur.
Her smile curves up and she nods her head before she turns and sways her ass out of the armory. Walking over to the door, I flip the lock so that she can’t come back in, or anyone else, to interrupt me.
“Let her go,” he says.
“Who? Sable?” I ask.
Silver growls deep in his chest. “Trista, you fuck. She deserves better than what you’re offering.”
“Yeah, and who the fuck do you think she deserves?” I shout.
There’s a moment of silence and he lets out a long exhale. “It’s not who she deserves. I honestly don’t give a fuck who she lays next to at night. All I care about is that man gives her the life she wants and you are not him.”
“She there?” I ask.
“She’s here.”
Ending the call, I unlock the armory, swing the door open, lock it behind me and stomp toward my bike. Fuck this. Fuck all of this. Straddling my bike, I take my phone out of my pocket. Holding it to my
ear, I make one last call before I start my engine.
“Get that brand ready.”
“It’s been ready,” he mutters.
“I’ll be there in ten.”
Chapter Fourteen
TRISTA
I hear a bike’s engine rumble, but I don’t think much of it as I continue to help Presley cook dinner. At first, she got seriously pissed at me, told me I wasn’t allowed to help, but I didn’t really listen to her.
She needs a break, no, she deserves one. I glance at her over in the chair holding her baby. She looks content and calm, yeah, she totally needed a break.
Buster is sitting at the counter, doing his homework. He talked my ear off for about an hour before he got started, but I didn’t mind, I missed the guy.
It’s been a year, but he looks like he’s not only grown a foot, but aged about a decade in that time. He’s turning into a little man right before my eyes. He looks back at the door, then shifts his gaze to meet mine.
“It’s Uncle Taz,” Buster announces.
I freeze, spoon in the air, face turned toward the garage door. Sure enough, it slams open and bounces against the wall. I watch that bounce. Then shift my gaze to the angry man who is marching toward me.
“Taz?” I breathe.
My breath hitches when he reaches for the spoon, he tosses it in the pot, then leans down and shoves his shoulder in my belly before he throws me over his shoulder and starts to move through the house and toward the garage door.
Lifting my head, I don’t miss the huge, gigantic, smile on Presley’s face. She lifts her free hand and gives me a wave as a giggle, yes a giggle, escapes her mouth.
Bitch.
Silver lets out a huge bark of laughter as we pass him, I lift my head, then my hand and flip him off. That only makes him laugh harder, to the point where he actually has his hand placed against his belly as he leans over slightly. The ass.
Taz only releases his hold on me, allowing me to slide down his body when we’re in front of his bike. I hold my breath as his eyes search mine for a silent moment. Then he speaks.
“You’re coming back with me,” he announces. Pressing my lips together, I shift my gaze to the side. “I’ll change for you.”
My entire body jerks and my eyes quickly flick to meet his. “What?”
“I’ll admit this to you, but nobody else, ever,” he begins. “I never had a reason to change,” he rasps as he lifts his hand and cups my cheek. “Not until you walked out on me. Not until I dragged your sexy ass back. You’re my change, Trista. I want this, all of it. Wear my brand.”
Pressing my lips together, my eyes fill with wetness. I want to say yes. Everything inside of me screams to tell him yes. Everything but my head. My head knows that his words, they are because he’s not getting what he wants. Taz is a man who always gets what he wants, the way he wants it. So what he’s saying, it’s just to get his way.
I open my mouth to deny him when he shakes his head in one swift move, effectively shutting me up. He dips his chin lower, his mouth almost touching mine, his eyes focused on my own.
“Give me a goddamn chance. A real one. Don’t half-ass this shit. Take my brand, be my Old Lady, be mine.”
Licking my lips, my tongue almost touches his mouth as I let out a small exhale. “Does that mean that you’ll be mine? And if so, how do you plan on doing that?”
“What do you want?” he asks on a whisper.
“I don’t know,” I breathe. “I want it all. I just want all of you,” I shamelessly admit.
“My name is Ridge Adams, don’t got a middle name, my parents were barely coherent enough to give me the first name. I’m yours, Tristiana. I’ve been yours since the moment those big blue eyes looked at me and you told me you thought I was the hottest man you’d ever seen when you were nineteen and drunk off your ass. You had me, beautiful, you’ve had me.”
“Do I get you, without sharing?” I breathe.
His lips twitch, obviously knowing that he’s just won. “Yeah, babe. You got me, all of me, but that comes with an appetite. You ready to be fucked, hard and often?”
I groan, pressing against him. “I am so ready, my devil.”
“Devil?” he asks on a chuckle.
My lips curve up and I shrug a shoulder. “Your name is Tasmanian Devil for a reason. You’re not really Taz to me, you’re more like that devil that sits on my shoulder, begging me to be a bad girl, but only for him.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Get your ass on my bike or Buster is about to get a firsthand view of sex education right now.”
My lips turn up into a big smile and I nod, pressing my thighs together before I climb on his bike and straddle the seat. “What about my dad’s car?” I ask.
He looks back at the car, then shakes his head. “I’ll have some prospects get it later.”
Seconds later the bike roars to life and we’re lurching forward and toward the clubhouse. Sliding my hand around his middle, I can’t help but cup his hard cock. My other hand wraps around his waist and I feel the rumbled moan throughout his body.
The clubhouse comes into view and I almost squeal with delight. My entire body is humming, begging to be satisfied, knowing that this man is the only one who can do that.
The bike screams into the parking area and before I realize what’s going on, I’m thrown over his shoulder, again, as he practically runs toward his room. Slipping my hand beneath the waist of Taz’s jeans, I grip the cheeks of his ass as he makes his way toward his room.
Once we’re inside, he kicks the door closed before my body goes flying toward the bed. I land with a bounce, then two. I expect his weight to soon follow and smother me, but it doesn’t.
“Strip, now. I haven’t seen those gorgeous tits nearly as much as I should. In fact, I think we’ll stay right here for a few days so I can fully appreciate them.”
Quickly, I strip out of everything until I’m completely naked for him. “I thought you didn’t like them?” I ask as I watch him divest himself of his own clothes.
TAZ
Not like them?
Not. Like. Them.
“Bitch, you’re crazy,” I growl. “Those are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, before you enhanced them and now. Everything about yours is the prettiest I’ve ever seen. Even that little pink pussy, now show me that,” I gently demand.
Licking my lips at the sight of her, I strip out of my own clothes, throwing them around the room not giving a single fuck where they land.
Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around my length and gently stroke. Trista spreads her thighs, her eyes focused on mine.
“Spread yourself, beautiful.”
I hear her breath hitch as she shifts her hand between her legs. I grunt as she uses her fingers to spread her pussy lips for me. My cock aches to be inside of her.
I flick my gaze to her tits for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall as her breathing comes out in pants. I’m frozen in my spot as my eyes simply devour all that is her.
“You’re going to get yourself there, Trista, and I’m going to watch.”
“Why?” she exhales.
“Because you’re mine.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and without another word I watch as she dips her fingers inside of her center before she brings them to her clit. I groan, unable to hold the sound in. She’s fucking beautiful, every goddamn square inch of her and she’s mine.
I watch as her back arches, her fingers begin to work between her thighs, touching herself the way she knows will take her to the brink of orgasm faster.
Her whimpers fill the room at the same time. I squeeze my cock, wondering if I’ll be able to last long enough to come inside of her or if I’ll blow my load all over her smooth skin.
“Pinch your nipple,” I roughly instruct.
It’s hard as fuck to form words, my eyes focused on the way her fingers move, the way they work in and out, then swirl around her clit over and over. Fucking phenomenal. She lets out a cry jus
t as her fingers tug on her nipple.
Fuck it.
I can’t wait.
Practically jumping on the bed, I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her fingers from between her legs, slamming her arm above her head at the same time I drive inside of her, burying my cock balls deep.
“Ridge,” she screams.
“Fuck yes,” I growl.
Without even attempting to get a grasp on my control, I fuck her, hard. Closing my eyes, my focus is gone and all I can do is go on instinct. I slam inside of her over and over, her whimpers grow louder, which only makes me fuck her harder.
“More,” she grinds out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Rolling my hips, I make sure to grind my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke. Then when her muscles tense, her body locks around mine, her pussy clamps down, and she lets out a short gasp, I know that she’s come.
I thrust once, twice, three more times before I pull out of her. Using my hand, I jack myself until a ribbon of cum shoots out over her stomach and tits. Breathing heavily, I use my other hand and rub my cum into her skin.
“Taz?” she asks.
“That’s not who I am to you.”
Her smile twitches on her lips. “Ridge?”
I grunt. “A little better.”
“My devil,” she breathes.
Reaching out, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and tug her up to sitting. Pulling her body against mine, smashing those fucking perfect cum-stained tits against my chest before I dip my chin and touch my mouth to hers.
Slipping my tongue inside of her mouth, I taste her. She sighs, I swallow that shit, letting it fill me. Eventually, I’m forced to break the kiss, my hand stays gripping the back of her neck, my forehead pressing against hers as I catch my breath.
“That’s right. To you, I’m your devil or Ridge. Fuck that Taz shit, if you’re mine, you get all of me.”
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