Her entire body sways toward me and she lets out a sigh. “I can’t wait,” she breathes.
Shaking my head, I turn us toward the club. It’s slowly filling with our friends and family. This, this is what our life is about. We’re going to forget all the bullshit and tonight we are going to celebrate the fact that another one of us bites the dust and settles down with a damn good woman.
Chapter Sixteen
TAZ
I probably should have spent longer than I did designing the brand. It’s simple, plain, just a T and a D for Tasmanian Devil that are combined together, the T going through the center of the D.
I frown, watching as Trista climbs on to the tabletop. I wasn’t sure where I wanted the brand. I could put it anywhere on her body. Some choose to have theirs where everyone can see it, some, not so much.
It doesn’t matter where this mark is to me, this is a formality for the club. What’s going to matter later is where my name is tattooed on her skin, because it will be. I want her to remember who she belongs to, because she isn’t Taz’s woman, she’s mine. She belongs to Ridge.
“Where’s it going?” My body jerks and I clear my throat.
Trista looks up at me, fear nowhere in her gaze. I’m surprised. If I were going to have a hot cattle brand seared into my skin, I would personally be scared shitless. That’s the thing with the women though. They’re strong as fuck. They have to be to hitch themselves to assholes like us.
I really want to say tit, but I have no idea what that would do with her implants. My eyes travel the length of her body. Her tattooed thigh is on display, her tattooed arm, neither of which I want to fuck up.
Clearing my throat, I lift a brow, then step up to her side. “Where do you want it, babe?” I ask.
Her body jerks slightly, her head turning and her eyes lifting to meet mine. I watch as she licks her lips, her gaze traveling my own body before it lifts to meet my eyes. She knows what me asking her means. She knows that it fucking means everything.
“The side of my ass cheek.” She grins.
My eyes widen and my own lips curve up into a smile. Without a word, I watch as she shifts to her side. The straps are tightened and I shimmy up her dress, glad to see that she’s opted for a sexy black thong instead of going commando.
Most of the guys have stripped their women down for this ceremony, but Trista isn’t going to be naked for them, not ever. She’s mine and I mean that in all ways.
Her body is for my eyes only from now on. Whatever the fuck that makes me, I don’t care. I’m not sharing any part of her with this club or anyone else in this world.
Turning from the table, I walk over to the bar to see the shots lined up. Reaching for the first glass, I lift it up. My brothers join me, all of their eyes focused on mine. We clink glasses, then down the drinks before a loud cheer fills the bar.
My lips curve up as a sense of peace washes over me. This is what I’ve been missing. Turning around, I make my way over to Trista’s side. This is what I was missing. All of this. Reaching out, I take her hand in mine. She lifts her gaze to meet my own and she nods once.
“Ready?” I ask on a whisper.
She nods once. “I am. I love you, Ridge,” she breathes.
Squeezing her hand in mine, I jerk my chin toward the man who is prepping the brand. He grins, taking it out of the hot coals. I wince at the orange brand, sucking in a deep breath, I shift my gaze down to Trista’s.
Holding her eyes with mine, I don’t breathe and I don’t speak. I stay still with my feet planted in their spot, holding my woman’s hand. Trista’s eyes widen as she sucks in a breath. I watch as her jaw clenches and her nostrils flare, but she otherwise doesn’t make a single sound.
“Strong as fuck,” I exhale.
She lets out a small whimper as her wound gets cleaned and dressed. Squeezing her hand, my lips twitch into a small smile.
“Strong as goddamn fuck, beautiful.”
“I don’t feel that way right now,” she whimpers.
Shaking my head once, I watch as she’s unstrapped. I don’t give her a moment, not a goddamn second to think about the pain no doubt radiating throughout her entire body.
Reaching for her waist, I tug her toward the edge of the table. Her ass is hanging off and as the music is turned up the sound of the party commencing surrounds us.
Slipping my fingers between her thighs, I wrench her thong to the side as I sink down to my knees. “Ridge,” she exhales, lifting her hand to my head, her fingers sliding through the strands of my hair.
My lips close around her clit, flicking her as my eyes look up to take her in. She rises on her elbows, her pretty blue eyes connecting with mine.
I eat her.
I don’t do it slowly.
I don’t do it gently.
I eat her like the starving man that I am, but mostly I eat her because of how strong she is.
Her fingers grip my hair tighter, pulling me closer to her center as the world around us melts away and she comes against my tongue. I continue to lap at her center until her entire body goes boneless.
Touching my lips to the inside of her thigh, I rearrange her panties so that nobody sees her before I stand to my feet. Reaching for her hands, I gently pull her so that she falls against my chest.
Sliding my hand down to her gorgeous ass, my fingers gently slide along her bandage, careful not to apply pressure to the fresh wound before I tug her dress over the spot. Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers.
“Let’s get you something to drink, my brave girl.”
“Brave?” she snorts.
My lips twitch into a smile as I shift my head away from hers and slide my arm around her waist. Slowly, I guide her over to the bar. Lifting my hand, I order a bottle of tequila and two beer chasers.
The prospect behind the counter happily obliges, handing me a bottle, two shot glasses, a bowl of limes, and two beers. Setting everything up between us, I reach for the salt and add it to our little pile.
“You were brave as fuck, babe. You didn’t make a noise, didn’t even shed a goddamn tear,” I point out.
She shrugs a shoulder, reaching for the salt. Without a word, she wraps her hand around my wrist and tugs my arm forward. I watch as she licks the inside of my wrist, then pours some salt on the area.
Her tongue snakes out and she licks the salt off, downing the shot, then shoves the lime in her mouth and sucks it, never breaking eye contact with me. My still hard cock, from eating her out, strains against the zipper of my jeans.
Deciding she can’t be the only one to take a shot, I lean forward and lick the swell of her breast, repeating the salt, lick, shot, and lime. Her blue eyes darken a touch as she lets out a breath.
“I was scared. It hurt so bad, I couldn’t even scream. Not very brave,” she breathes after her second shot.
I hum, taking my own second shot, this time licking her neck just below her ear. “So fucking brave, beautiful. It’s sexy as fuck, don’t downplay that shit,” I growl.
We spend the next hour, drinking. Everyone makes the rounds, coming up to us and congratulating us. Like me, I can see the admiration in their eyes as they take in Trista. So goddamn strong.
As the night goes on, I glance around as the music begins to change. Most of the married couples have gone to their rooms, or home to their families. The clubwhores are now out and in full force.
Pinkie is being fucked simultaneously by two brothers, a third is fucking her mouth. Sable is in the same predicament, though her gaze is focused on me. Shaking my head, I turn back to Trista. Her eyes are narrowed and looking straight toward Sable as well.
Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. “Let’s go to bed,” I mumble against her lips.
She lets out a grunt, then tilts her head back to look up at me through her lashes. “I want to suck you right here,” she slurs.
Smirking, I shake my head. “Let’s go to bed, babe.”
Without a word, she drops to her knees as her
fingers begin to fumble with my jeans. She’s drunk, but I don’t stop her. I know that I should. Her father is somewhere in this room too, but as she eagerly frees my cock, I can think of nothing more than her sweet lips wrapped around me, her mouth sucking me dry.
Lifting my hand, I tangle my fingers in the back of her hair. Her eyes lift to mine and she watches me as I guide her along my cock, then I hold her head still while I fuck that gorgeous little mouth of hers.
When I come, I bury my dick down her throat and watch as she eagerly takes all of me, every fucking drop. I stay inside of her mouth longer than I should. My gaze unable to leave hers. Eventually, my dick starts to soften and I slip from her mouth, tucking myself back into my jeans.
Trista stands, wiping the corner of her lips before she reaches for the tequila and makes herself another shot, once she’s finished sucking on the lime wedge, she turns to me. Her lips curve up into a smile as she leans forward.
“Take me to bed, Ridge. I need you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk right for a week.”
Dipping my chin, my lips brush hers, tasting the salt, lime, and tequila on her lips. “You got it, babe, let’s go.”
Together we sway as we walk out of the clubhouse bar and toward my room, both of us ignoring the looks from whoever is around us. They don’t matter, not right now. The only thing that matters is me and my Old Lady—officially my woman.
TRISTA
I let out a groan. My entire body aches. No, that’s not true, it more than aches, it downright hurts. Every single nerve ending, including my fucking head.
Not only does everything hurt, I have a hangover as well. I guess Ridge took me completely seriously when I said I didn’t want to be able to walk right for a week.
“You look like shit,” he grunts from next to the bed.
Opening my eyes, I turn to face him and frown. “How are you awake and dressed and walking around?” I ask on a whisper.
His lips twitch into a smile, his gaze softens as it roams my face. “I have a little more practice at drinking than you do, and my body definitely did not go through the shit yours did last night.”
“Bastard,” I breathe.
He chuckles softly, and I hear him set something down on the small nightstand. “Painkillers, ginger ale, crackers and if you’re a good girl after you shower, I’ll eat you out again, this time nice and slow to alleviate any pussy aches you have.”
My lips twitch and I attempt to shake my head, but I can’t, it hurts too badly. “I won’t turn down any of that, especially the latter,” I whisper.
“Figured you wouldn’t. You need my help in the shower?”
God. The fact that he asks, it sends warmth throughout my entire body. “No, I think I got it.”
“I’ll hang out here until you’re done. I have a shipment coming in about an hour though.”
I can’t sit up, my ass hurts way too fucking badly to even try. Rolling out of bed, I don’t even care that I’m naked as I reach for the painkillers and ginger ale. Ridge is sitting in a chair and I can feel his eyes roaming over my entire body.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
Turning to him, I arch a brow and wait for him to say something else. “I bruised the absolute shit out of you. I’m sorry I was so fucking rough. I drank way too much, I can’t do that again.”
Glancing down, my eyes widen as I take in my bruised breasts, then my thighs that have the same fingertip and mouth shaped purple markings. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I lift my eyes to meet his.
“Funny thing?” I say. He grunts, but otherwise doesn’t speak as his eyes continue to take in my body. “It was fantastic. I loved it all and I don’t think I’ve come so much in my entire life,” I say with a shrug.
His gaze flicks up to mine and his eyes search my own before they turn to dark liquid. “Yeah,” he rasps.
Taking a step toward him, I’m fully aware that I smell like booze, sweat and sex, but I don’t think he cares and neither do I. Straddling his hips, I reach up and grasp his shoulders as I sink down, his spread thighs holding me open.
Ridge reaches between my legs, his fingers sliding through my pussy lips, his eyes focused on mine as I let out a hiss.
Leaning forward, my forehead rests against his. “No matter how you touch me, my devil, I love it,” I whisper.
My hips roll, my breathing coming out in pants as he continues to play with me. My hands move from his shoulders to wrap around the back of his neck. Closing my eyes, I whimper as his thumb presses against my sensitive clit.
“Here I thought I would never find one woman who could ever satisfy me in bed,” he rasps. “Then you came barreling back into my life and I find someone who satisfies me, mind and fucking body. Goddamn.”
I can’t speak. My orgasm rushes through me. My head falls back between my shoulders, I arch my back as it rolls through me causing my entire body to tremble. Ridge leans forward and gently laps at my nipple, moving from one to the other.
“Go and take a shower, babe,” he grates against my breasts.
My lips turn up slightly as I right my head and shift my gaze down to him. “Join me?” I breathe.
He smiles, gently tugging on my nipple before he lifts his head. “Yeah, I’ll join you, beautiful.”
Chapter Seventeen
TRISTA
I lie on my stomach, only after disinfecting the sofa in the clubhouse bar, my eyes closed as I pray for death to just take me over.
“You look like shit,” a voice says softly.
Opening one eye, I smile up at the person looking down on me. “Can’t move,” I groan.
She smirks as she sinks down in the chair across from me. Esther lifts a bottle of water to her lips and takes a long pull. “Hurts like a motherfucker, doesn’t it?”
“God. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this much pain. How did you survive it?” I groan again.
Esther shrugs a shoulder. “You get over it, I mean, eventually.” She smirks. “But that’s not why I’m here.”
“I’m sure it’s not,” I grunt. “What do you want?”
I watch as she licks her lips. “Raff is worried about Taz. I mean he hasn’t said it out loud, but I feel it. There is some serious shit going on and I want to know what this means for the Beasts.”
“Way to beat around the bush,” I mutter.
She arches a brow and waits for me to say something. I could tell her that actually nothing has anything to do with me, that it’s all about the Angel Ramos guy.
I’m just an innocent bystander who happens to be a daughter of the Beasts and had been madly in love with Taz since I was eighteen years old, maybe even before that. I don’t tell her shit, though. It’s actually not her business. If Wolfe hasn’t told her, then that’s on her, not me.
“I don’t know anything. Taz came down to LA, told me it wasn’t safe and brought me here. That’s all I know. None of this has to do with me, not really.”
She snorts, obviously not believing me. I don’t care if she does or doesn’t, she can be suspicious as shit. People usually are, especially when their husband doesn’t tell them what they want to know.
“Why are you asking me anyway? Doesn’t your husband tell you things?” I ask.
She smirks, tilting her head to the side. “Touché.” She laughs. “I just want to know what to expect,” she mutters as she stands to her feet.
“Yeah? Me too. Last time I checked I was working in Los Angeles, living with my roommate. Now I’m here, branded an Old Lady.”
Her smirk turns into a huge smile. “Welcome to the Old Lady club, babe.”
She turns from me and walks away. I watch her go, a bit confused by the entire moment together. Why does she want to know why I’m here? Was she just testing me? I’m not really sure, and my ass hurts too bad to really think more into it.
A giggle fills my ears what feels like seconds later. Opening my eye, I notice that the sun is brighter in the room, and Pinkie stares back at me, her smile too wide for wo
rds.
“Girl, you got the whole place talkin’ and I mean whole place. That bitch is fit to be tied,” she crows, giggling some more.
Lifting my head, I’m glad that it isn’t pounding as much as it was when Esther was sitting in front of me. I let out a sigh of relief as I focus on Pinkie sitting in the chair that Esther vacated hours ago.
“About what?” I innocently ask.
She laughs, shaking her head, then leans forward. “Blowin’ your man right there at the bar. Him eatin’ you out right there in front of his brothers, and I mean all his brothers. Girl, you were on fire. Sable lost her fuckin’ shit and I never laughed so goddamn hard in my life. That little bitch deserves to be dropped down a peg or two.”
Pressing my lips together, my eyes shift to the floor before I bring them up to meet hers. “I just… I didn’t do it to hurt anyone,” I whisper.
Pinkie shakes her head, her hair flying around her. “Honey, you didn’t hurt a soul. That was love between you two, and honest to shit, that’s beautiful. Taz has been pining over your ass for a hell of a long time. It’s good he’s finally let himself take what he deserves, and it’s good you’re letting yourself be taken.”
She winks as she stands to her feet, then her lips twitch up to a grin. “Seeing that bitch pissed off is just the icing on the cake.”
Without another word, I watch as she walks toward the bar. There’s one of the brothers with his back to me and she leans against his arm. I shift my gaze away from them when he reaches for her boob and grabs it.
The door to the clubhouse opens and the light spills in just before a tall figure steps in. The figure takes a couple steps inside as the door closes behind him. I know who it is before my eyes even adjust to the light.
Taz’s eyes find me and I watch as his lips twitch into a grin. His feet begin to carry himself toward me. When he’s in front of me, he sinks down to his haunches and his eyes search my face.
“How you feelin’, beautiful?”
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