by Lila Rose
“I’ll go help the kid,” Dive said while grinnin’ like a fool.
“You do that.” And as Dive and Saxon loaded up the car, I stood guard over his father. He was smart once again and said nothing to his son.
My woman’s words brought me back into the bedroom. “So Talon doesn’t mind Saxon staying there?”
“Nah, love. I rang Talon after we’d been to his house and told him what went down, said I was bringing the kid to the compound. He was all for it and suggested the kid be patched in for what he did for Nary.”
“Wow.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, Malinda, wow.”
“I must make some cookies for him.”
What was it with women and baking cookies?
“Who?” I questioned.
“Saxon.”
“That’s all right then. I thought you meant Talon, and my woman ain’t making cookies for another man when she hasn’t even made her old man any yet.”
“Declan.” I knew she’d rolled her eyes when she said my name like that, like I was bein’ foolish.
“Hell no, woman. My cookies.”
She sighed. “Okay, fine. Just Saxon. Then I’ll tell Zara what Talon helped with and she’ll make him cookies.”
I scoffed and said, “That’s fine with me.” After kissing her neck, I added, “We’re gonna have to watch the two of them.”
“Who?” she asked as she shifted and snuggled deeper into me, placing her hand on my arm that lay around her waist.
“Saxon and Nary.”
“What? Why?”
“She has a crush on him.”
“I could tell when she spoke of him. But why should we keep an eye on them?”
“Seriously?”
“Ah, yes.”
“She’s a girl, your girl, which means in a way my girl, and he’s a guy. I was that age once and I know all he wants to do is fuck. He ain’t fuckin’ Nary over or I’d have to kill him.” Her body started to shake in my arms. “Malinda?” I asked and prayed she was laughing at me instead of what I thought she could be doing…crying.
“Are you cryin’?” I demanded. She didn’t answer so I got up to my elbow and made her roll to her back. She had her hands over her face. I pried them away and saw tears running down her face. “Why are you crying?”
“Y-you.”
“Me what? I made you cry? Fuck, do I need to beat myself up?”
She laughed then. “No, it’s just…you care.”
My head jutted back. She’d shocked the shit outta me. “Ah, yeah, I care or else I wouldn’t have had my fingers deep inside you and I wouldn’t be in this bed here now…staying the night with my woman.”
“But…you don’t only care for me. You care about my kids too.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “Of fuckin’ course I do. They came from you, which means they’re a part of you. Plus, they’re cool kids, not hard to care for them.”
She smiled up at me, her eyes soft. She placed her hand on my cheek. “Thank you.”
Smiling, I leaned into her. “Christ, woman, you don’t need to thank me.”
“But I want to.”
“Okay, still you don’t have to.”
“However, I wanted to.”
“Fuck me. Okay, woman, I get the feeling if I keep going, so will you, so I’ll shut the fuck up and we can get some sleep.”
Her smile widened to show me her white teeth. “Okay, babe,” she said and rolled back over. I took her back close to my front again. “Still, I think I won then,” she added.
“Jesus.” I laughed loudly.
My woman was fuckin’ cute.
Chapter Thirteen
Malinda
Three more days passed since Nary had come home beaten and scared. She had returned to school and I was worried, but she reassured me she would be fine. My girl was strong if anything.
Three days also passed since Declan Stoke blew my mind in the bathroom and pulled all the right cords to my body. I wanted his hands on me again. I wanted to feel the connection we’d had that night. But I hadn’t and I was pissed.
“All by myself” played over and over in my head since Declan Stoke hadn’t showed his face for three days.
I knew he was busy. Apparently, there had been some stuff-ups at the site his construction company was working on. Yes, I had learned two days earlier, he owned a construction company with his biker brother, Fox, also known as Killer, and apparently, those stuff-ups had caused my man to be gone for two days.
No phone call.
No message.
Nothing passed on through his other biker brothers.
Nothing.
So I was annoyed and horny as a nun seeing Jensen Ackles’ penis for the first time.
The next time I saw Declan Stoke, I just hoped he would be prepared for the consequences, because I was more than ready to jump his bones.
It had been thirteen years since I’d last had sex, and I was pretty much gagging for it. Especially since Declan Stoke came to mind. “You are shitting me,” Mrs Cliff gasped. I looked up from the kitchen bench where I had been cutting tomatoes for lunch sandwiches to see her shocked face from where she sat at the dining room table with Ivy. “Thirteen years since you’ve had your hole pocked? Holy shit, I’m an old woman and it was only four day ago.”
I grimaced. That was a picture I never wanted to imagine.
“I guess I said that aloud.”
Ivy nodded. “I wondered why you were killing those tomatoes,” she said and looked down at the chopping board, so of course I did also, and then cringed at what I saw. Instead of slicing them, I had pretty much cut them into smithereens.
“I suppose I could turn them into tomato sauce for pasta?” I shrugged.
Ivy giggled. Mrs Cliff stood from the table, picked her mobile from it and walked from the room.
“Where is she going?” I asked.
“Not sure,” Ivy said just before we heard, “Where in the hell are you? Do you know it’s been thirteen years since my girl has gotten any? She’d been smiling big for a day, so you must have done something right, but then you disappear and leave her horny and cranky. You better get your arse back here and fix this. Fix her by doing her.”
Gasping, I yelled, “Mrs Cliff, no!” I raced from the room with Ivy behind me.
I was too late though. Standing in shock, I heard Mrs Cliff on the phone. She said a quick, “Right,” and then hung up.
Gripping the back of the couch instead of Mrs Cliff’s neck, I hissed, “Please tell me that wasn’t Declan.”
“It was Declan.”
“Tell me then, that is wasn’t my Declan.”
“Well…he hasn’t done you yet, so really is he your Declan? You know I could set you up with one of my boys if he ain’t treating you right.”
I spun to glare at her and then sighed out, “Mrs Cliff.”
“I think its sweet he’s taking his time. Though, after what went on in the bathroom the other night, I highly doubted it would have taken him so long to be…um, intimate with you in a way that penetration would be involved if that silly mix-up at the site didn’t happen. He’s been working until late into the night to get things fixed, and I just know it was so he could take more time off to spend with you…not only to protect you, but to…oh, you know what I mean. Those men are always wanting their woman, and you my dear, have been claimed, and he’s had a taste of what you may be like in bed, now he wants more, and I know he’s just as eager as you are.” Ivy smiled.
Throughout her long talk, I stared on with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.
“How…why…when?” I shook my head. “No, how do you know what went on in the bathroom?”
Her smile grew bigger and she said, “He told Fox and Fox told me. They talk about everything. Really, Stoke is the only one who Fox opens up to totally. I think it’s sweet. They’re like real brothers, not just biker brothers. He’s the only one Fox has let see me naked…Oh, dear.”
“Stoke has seen you naked?” I
“Um…it was the spur of the moment thing and way, way before you entered the picture, and it was only the once. Stoke happened to be in the room when Fox and I were getting hot and heavy. We forgot he was there and when we realised…we…um, kind of kept going.” She blushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I liked to be watched until that moment.”
Why did that send a tingle to my clit?
“Holy shit, that is damn hot.” Mrs Cliff laughed.
Ivy must have forgotten she was there because she then hid her hands in her face and said, “Fox is going to kill me.”
“Ivy,” I laughed and went over to her. I placed my arm around her shoulders and said, “Don’t worry about it. I won’t say anything and neither will Mrs Cliff, or I won’t let her in the house for a year.”
“Bitch,” Mrs Cliff hissed and went out the front door, slamming it behind her.
Ivy looked up at me and said, “You, um, you don’t seem to mind that Stoke saw that?”
I shrugged. “It was before me so I don’t mind at all. Besides, I would have been the same…I think.” I smiled.
She giggled. “It does turn a person on more to be watched. Well, some people.”
It was then we heard Harley pipes coming up the road. They stopped out the front when the front door opened and Mrs Cliff popped her head in and said, “You’re welcome.”
“For what?” I asked.
“This,” she cackled and opened the door further as a frustrated-looking Stoke filled it. “Ivy dear, let’s get the fuck out of here before they hump like rabbits in front of us.”
“Declan?” I uttered.
“Seriously? Thirteen years?” he barked. He was standing with his clenched hands at his sides, his feet apart slightly and his chest taut, like he was holding himself back.
Oh. My.
Over his head, I spotted Mrs Cliff give a wave before pulling Ivy out the door who gave me a thumbs up.
I smiled and laughed.
“Malinda,” Declan growled. “Eyes on me right now.”
I did. “Um, yes. Thirteen years.”
“You been in a foul mood ‘cause I haven’t had you?”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “No.”
“Malinda,” he snapped and then smiled. “Have you been cranky ‘cause you haven’t had your man’s cock?”
I snorted, bit my bottom lip and snapped, “Maybe.”
“Then let’s change that right now,” he said in a low deep voice. Next, I was up over his shoulder and he was stalking to our bedroom. Once we were through the door, he kicked it closed and stood me on my feet. “I’ve been hard since I knew you wanted my cock in you, since I found out off an old fuckin’ lady that it’s been thirteen years. As soon as she spoke, I started for my bike. When she hung up the phone, I was on my Harley and riding to my woman with a hard cock under my jeans. This…I can’t be slow and gentle. You down with this or do you want to wait until I calm a bit? Which could take a fuckin’ long time. Warning though, you may have to run from me.”
I reached up, placed my hands on his cheeks, looked him in the eyes and said, “Declan Stoke, I want you to fuck me hard and fast. As long as you make me come.”
“I reckon I could even bring two from you,” he said with a wicked smile. We raced to get undressed. I won of course and quickly lay back on the bed. Declan nearly fell as he pulled his boots off because he was too busy eyeing me.
As soon as he was free of clothes, he ordered, “Spread ‘em, love.”
Even though I blushed, I did as he said and spread my legs apart. He licked his lips as he palmed his already massive, hard cock. I ran my eyes over his body, took in his scars on his lower stomach and chest. I’d seen them three days ago in the bathroom, but my mind didn’t really take them in. Until he was standing before me, allowing me the time to take him all in. I knew they were there because he had protected not only his brother, but his brother’s woman as well. And that made me care for him so much more.
Declan Stoke was a good man.
And he was all my man.
He slowly climbed onto the bed, his hand leaving his dick, even though I whimpered my complaint; I liked watching him touch himself. He placed his hands on my legs and glided them up until he was massaging the inside of my upper thighs.
“I’m gonna eat you first, love. I’ve wanted a taste of your pussy since the first time I saw you.” A thrill shivered through my body.
I closed my eyes and brought my hips up, his invitation. He chuckled and I felt his hot breath against the top of my mound. I shivered in anticipation.
On the first lick, from the bottom to the top of my opening, I gripped the sheets under me and moaned.
“You like my mouth on you?” he growled.
“Yes, Declan, God, yes,” I replied.
“Good, I fuckin’ love your taste,” he said, and then went for it. No more talking was involved because his mouth was busy devouring my pussy. One second his tongue was in my pussy hole, running all around it, and then in the next second, it was driving my clit wild, running over and around it. It didn’t take him long to draw a climax from my body.
“Declan,” I screamed through it. I slumped back ready to rest, though he didn’t let me. His large body came up over me.
Yes, resting can wait. I was going to get some and that took priority over rest any day. It was more special because it was with Declan. A man I deeply cared for.
I watched through hooded eyes as he gripped himself and lined his cock up with my snatch. With one thrust, he was deep inside of me. I threw my head back, gripped his forearms and moaned. His cock was a tight fit, but it was perfect.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
I wrapped my legs around his hips as he pumped fast into me and pulled back even faster. He had been right. This was going to be hard and swift, but it was going to be good. My lower stomach started to cry in joy as my pussy walls tightened more than I thought possible, because already, another climax was building.
I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He collapsed on top of me, but his hips never relented; they kept going, and in return, his big cock fucked me.
“Kiss me,” I ordered.
He did, but not before I caught his satisfied smile. His mouth met mine, and as we kissed and fucked, I ran my hands all over his body, his neck, back and arse. It was a damn fine.
Suddenly, he pulled back to lean on his hands and look down at me. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned as he watched his cock punish my pussy in the most delicious way. I wished I could see what he was focusing on, but watching him enjoying it was enough. “You’re soaked, so fuckin’ good. Tight, hell, you’re tight.”
“Just for you,” I moaned as my pussy gripped Declan’s erection and then pulsated around it as my climax crashed over me. My inner walls clamped down around his cock. I knew he felt it when his head went back and he cried out, thrusting faster into me.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted. His cock swelled inside of me and next I felt his seed filling me. He collapsed once again on top of me, only to roll to the side seconds later. When he slipped out from me, he said, “Shit, I forgot to use protection.”
Panting, I patted him on the chest. “Don’t worry about it. I’m covered and clean.”
“Good, me too. I want at least a year of us before I get you pregnant.”
My body froze.
He wanted kids?
With me?
Oh. My.
“Malinda?”
“Hmm?”
“By the way your claws are in my arm, you’re either freaked the fuck out right now, or don’t want any more kids and are too scared to tell me.”
“We’ve only been together for—”
“I don’t fuckin’ care. My brothers knew and now I know.”
“Knew what?”
“Knew when the right one came along.”
My hand went to my chest as my heart started to mend.
For so many years it had been broken, I never thought it would be fixed. I never thought I would get it all again and better.
But I have and I never would have thought it would from another biker.
But it was, and I couldn’t be happier.
Mattie had been right all along.
I just had to trust.
Chapter Fourteen
Malinda
One Month Later
Insanity was slowly making its way into my mind. I was bored out of my brain and I was sick of holding up Talon and his men, who were on twenty-four-seven babysitting duty, watching over my children and me. I wanted Oscar found and…disposed of in any way possible. Lan had just visited yesterday and told me they still had no leads as to where the infuriating man was.
Nobody was coming up with anything.
Lan was a surprise. He was a nice, very ‘steamy dream’, looking man. Whenever Declan heard he was coming around, he made sure he was at the house, and when he was, it was like Lan enjoyed rubbing him the wrong way. He did it by flirting outrageously with me and when he did it, I unfortunately, became a stuttering, blushing fool.
The previous day had been worse, compared to the other two times over the past month.
I’d opened the door to see Lan in all his edible glory leaning against my porch railing opposite the door. He wore dark jeans, and a white shirt, which hugged his toned body. I was ashamed when a blush formed on my cheeks after he chuckled and I may have sighed. Still, nothing he did or said sent my heart into a freaking frenzy like it had when Declan walked into a room, or called, or spoke, or when he touched me…hell, every time he did anything, even watching him brush his teeth turned me on.
Declan must have heard his cousin laugh, and knew I reacted in a way I shouldn’t have. Therefore, I wasn’t surprised to have him at my back in the next second, his arm around my waist where he picked me up and carried me to the couch in the living room. Once there, he sat down first with me on his lap.
Lan walked in slowly, closed the front door and walked to us where he sat across from me on my coffee table. His hand came out and he laid it on my knee. Declan growled behind me. Amused, Lan smiled and I once again blushed; only that time, I followed through with a giggle.
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