“Yeah, sweetness. I got you.”
“I’m not feeling all too sweet right now.”
“No?”
“No.” My wife squeezes my cock and balls. “You’re still in the doghouse. Fix that pizza. I’ve decided I’m hungry after all.”
“I’m hungry but not for no damn pizza. You grabbing my dick like that is hot as fuck. Got me thinking about bending you over the table and fucking you.”
“You want to fuck me you’ve got to earn it.” She lets go and I turn the oven on to preheat.
“I know I’m not worthy, but I’ll find a way to remind you every single day that I wish I were.”
“See there you go saying stuff like that making it hard for me to deny you.”
“Mean every damn word. You want me to leave, I’ll leave, but you want me to stay then here I am. No bullshit. No games. Just real.”
“That’s all I ask. Keep it real with me. You start feeling some kind of way wanting another woman, I’ll wear a damn wig.”
“I don’t want anyone else.” I open the freezer and pull out a frozen cheese stuffed crust pizza. “You want mushrooms and extra cheese on this?”
“Please.”
“Whatcha drinking?”
“Beer.”
“All right. Park your ass on the couch and find us a movie to watch.”
“Any request?”
“Lady’s choice.”
“You sure about that? I never did finish watching that period drama based off the books I love.”
I nod and get busy putting Pam’s extra toppings on.
I grab a couple bottles of beer and join her on the couch while our food bakes. I hand her drink off along with some over the counter pain meds for the knot on her head and glance at the screen. “What kind of books you been reading?” I raise a brow as I take in what appears to be a man and woman fucking in the library of a mansion against a ladder.
“Shh,” she shushes me, placing a finger to my lips.
I suck the slender digit into my mouth.
Pam shakes her head, giving me a side eyed glance. “Don’t be getting any ideas.”
“You’re the one over here watching porn, babe.”
“It’s not porn.” She scowls.
“They are totally fucking. No one can act that good.”
“Shut it.”
“I’ll shut you up.” I tease at her nipple that strains against the fabric of her nightie. “Shove my cock down your throat.”
“Quit.” She smacks at my hand.
“You don’t want me touching you then you should’ve picked a different show to watch.” I slide my hand down the top of her nightgown to fondle her tits skin to skin.
“Link.” Her lips part and her legs open.
“Tell me what you want, Pam. Want me to make you come?” I slide my other hand between her thighs. She isn’t wearing any panties. “So full of shit.” My wife is soaked. “Watching them fuck making your horny?”
Her teeth rake over her bottom lip.
“Answer me,” I grit along the shell of her ear, sucking the tender flesh into my mouth.
“No,” she whispers.
“Fuckin’ lying.” I shove a finger in her sweet heat, and she quivers.
She squirms pushing my hand away. “I smell the pizza.”
“This isn’t finished.” I shove off the couch. I grab an oven mitt from one of the drawers then check the pizza. I drop the pan on the stove top, cut the pizza, and put a few slices on a plate for her. I serve my wife and notice she put on a horror film. I chuckle. “You sure you wanna be watching gore while eating? You know that isn’t going to deter me from taking what I want.”
She gives me a look that says that is exactly what she is going for—distraction.
“Eat your pizza and watch your scary shit but after I’m gonna take you to bed. Bury myself in that greedy pussy.”
Three slices of pizza and a beer later Pam is passed out with her head in my lap snoring. I should wake her, but I’m enjoying this moment. She’s more relaxed than she’s been in weeks. Running my fingers through her dark hair I stare at her grateful I haven’t lost her. I took a risk saying I’d go if she wanted me to. I’m glad it didn’t come to that.
Her lips tip into a grin. She must be dreaming something good. My left leg tingles with the pins and needles prickling sensation. I hate to disturb her but I gotta move. I slide out from under her and she doesn’t notice. Before I carry her to bed, I clean up the beer and pizza. I don’t want her to wake up to a dirty kitchen.
In the bedroom I put her in the center of the bed right where I want her. Nightie rolled up over her stomach, I part her tattooed thighs, kissing them as I nestle between them. I work my way to her pretty pink pussy, running my nose along her smooth and soft lips inhaling her womanly scent. I should let her sleep but if there’s one thing I know about my wife, waking her up with an orgasm will put me on her good side.
Taking my sweet time, I lick, taste, and tease her sensitive flesh. Fingering and tonguing. Teasing and no doubt pleasing as her hips begin to buck.
“Honey,” the pet name comes out like a question, but her fingers weave into my hair then tug hard as she pulls me closer. There she is. There’s the woman who loves me and can’t get enough.
The woman I’ve been missing. The woman I lost when shit went sideways between us.
Chapter Ten
I awaken to the friction of my husband’s beard scratching the inner walls of my thighs. My breasts swollen, clit pulsing with need. I know sex can’t fix what’s been broken between us, but I have to forgive for my own sanity. Some may call me a fool. I would too, but they aren’t me. They don’t know that when we’re good that there’s nothing better. I’m not blaming myself for his infidelity, but I do own up to pushing him away when Nickel died. I didn’t know how to handle the range of emotions. Then Murder came to me and gave me the one thing I thought Link and I would never have. A son. A newborn in need of a loving home.
I felt guilty for mourning Nickel. I didn’t love him. Not romantically. He did mean something to me though. I’d slept with him. He tried to give my husband and I the gift of a child. I shoved those feelings away and focused on anything and everything except my grief. I pushed my husband away because I was scared of what he’d think if I told him the truth. I pushed him into the arms of another woman. I won’t make that mistake a second time.
“Honey,” I pant and yank his head closer to my pussy, seeking a closer connection.
My man works my clit with his tongue while fingering me and teasing my ass with the tip of his thumb. Our gazes meet as a shiver slinks along my spine. I curl my toes into the mattress, arching my back.
“That’s it. So wet.” His free hand tweaks my nipple, kneading, rolling, and pinching the taut skin.
My hips knife up off the bed.
“Give it to me. Come for me.” Link slaps my pussy then dives right back in with his tongue sucking and thrusting. Fucking me with his mouth greedily. Like he can’t get enough.
I know if I am truly to forgive him there’s something I need to do, not only for him. For me. I ride out my orgasm then go after what I want. What I desperately need. “Want you in my mouth,” I tell him.
His pupils dilate telling me that yeah, he needs this as much as I want to give it to him. Link lays next to me stroking his erection. Precum already beaded at the tip. “Straddle me in reverse so I can eat you some more,” he demands.
I’m not about to argue with the man if he wants to get me off again. With my pussy pressed to his mouth, tits smashed to his pelvic bone, I cap my lips over the head of his cock. The soft and warm of his tongue dips inside me while I suck his rigid shaft. The combination is out of this world. The salty pearl of liquid hits my tongue making me crave more. Driving me to suck him harder and deeper, stretching my lips around him to the point of pain. I’m determined to make him come with my mouth alone. To show him he doesn’t need anyone but me. His hand slides between us to fondle my cl
it. My eyes go back in my head and another orgasm hits me as his other palm slaps against the globes of my ass.
“Tell me whose pussy this is,” his voice rumbles against me.
I moan my response around the head of his dick.
Link playfully spanks me once more before giving me two fingers.
I slip him from my mouth, holding my weight with one hand and gripping the base of his shaft with the other. “You. Link. You.”
“Wanna hear my name on those lips, babe.”
“What?” I groan and stroke him, licking the tip.
I lose his fingers and he rolls me to my back. I’ve barely gotten my bearings when he looms over me. The heat of his length rubs along the seam of my pussy. “I said. I want to hear my name.”
“Link.”
“No,” he barks, slapping the head of his dick against my clit repeatedly.
“Fuck me, baby.”
“Say my name, Pam.”
His head dips to capture one of my nipples between his torturous lips as he continues his ruthless assault of teasing me. I can’t think with him doing that. His teeth bite into me and I shudder.
“Please,” I beg.
“Say my name and I’ll give you my cock.”
I blink. “Li—” his hand clamps over my mouth.
“Last chance.” His gaze pierces mine and he removes his hand. It hits me. He wants to hear his legal name and not the one on his patch.
“Fuck me, Brant.”
“There it is,” his voice comes out in a low hoarse rumble that sends a tremble through my body that travels straight to my pussy. “Want this cock? Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I hiss, taking matters into my own. I grab his dick and guide him inside.
“Fuck me you feel good.” He slides out to the tip then rams back in hard and deep rolling his hips.
I dig my nails in his shoulders hanging on tight as he rides me, pumping his hips furiously. Sweat slicks between us, oiling our bodies. The threads holding me together unravel in a free fall of pleasure. I tighten my muscles around him. Squeezing his cock with the walls of my pussy. Chasing my orgasm. The greatest high there’s ever been.
“Not yet. Feel you ready to burst, babe, but want you coming with me.” He draws out and flips me to my back. Face down. Ass up. Lining his cock up with me he again teases me. Rubbing the head of his dick through my juices back and forth.
Unable to bear much more I push my ass out, and he slides right in. One hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip he doesn’t hesitate to move, surging deeper and harder giving me what I desire.
“Play with your pussy, while I fuck you.”
I shake my head. It’s too much.
“You ready to come?”
I nod and he ceases all movement, stilling inside me. My sweat dampened hair is gathered in his fist then pushed over my left shoulder. His furry lips meet the back of my neck. His lips and tongue work in tandem to trace the curve of my spine.
“I’m so close,” I breathe out between pants.
“You ready to come all over this cock?”
“Please.” I gasp as he slides out breaking our connection.
My man handles me as though I’m weightless, picking me up and practically impaling me on his cock. I straddle his thighs and meet him thrust for thrust.
“Eyes right here. Want to watch you.”
I nod and do what he wants. Holding his gaze as we both find our release. He paints my insides with his love as I shatter completely.
**
“You glow any brighter and I’m going to think you’ve replaced the sun. What’s up with you?” Alexa eyes me over her menu. She called and asked me to lunch and I said yes because Link said he wanted to pick up our son and have some quality dude time whatever that means. I wasn’t going to argue.
“Nothing.”
The server approaches our table to get our drink orders. I go for a glass of Coke and Alexa does a water with lemon. Neither of us are ready to order so I ask for a few more minutes. Only Alexa doesn’t want to think about food. She wants to be all in my business and now I know how she must feel when I get all up in hers.
“The hickey on your neck doesn’t say nothing and what the hell is with the knot on your forehead?”
“I came to hear how married life is treating you not to talk about myself. I want all the details.”
“Married life is good. James is being his possessive self. I only got away today because he had some club business to deal with. But seriously, how are things? We haven’t really talked about the whole situation the night of you know.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. Link and I are good. He’s out now having some daddy and son bonding time with Connor.”
“Honey, you know if you need to talk, I’m here for you and I won’t judge. I’m the last person who could.”
“I know that,” I snap harsher than intended to and she frowns.
“I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t. It’s nothing.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. What are you eating?”
“I think I’m going to get the club sandwich and an order of sweet potato fries.”
“Gross. That isn’t real fries.” I stick out my tongue and make the motion of hanging myself.
Alexa grins at me and I look up to see our server giving me a look that says this bitch is crazy.
I order a burger and real fries.
“Have you started thinking about names for the baby?”
“Stop changing the subject. You’re avoiding talking about something I can smell it.”
I don’t want to talk about mine and Link’s problems, but I know I need to say something to get her off my back. “I have a bit of gossip for you.” She perks up. Alexa plays innocent but she’s as bad as I am. Bitch loves the rumors too. “Link told me that the Birds of Hell will be here for St. Patrick’s Day.”
“I think I’ve heard James mention them. What about them?”
“Before I was with Link, I hooked up with a nomad who used to ride with them. His name is Vince, and he’s now the National Club Prez.”
“Shit. Have you seen or talked to him since you got with Link?”
“No, but he told me that Vince called to congratulate me on Connor, but he never mentioned it until last night.”
“He’s worried.”
I shrug. “He has no reason to. I’m not going anywhere.”
“But he thinks that this Vince guy will want to see you?”
“I don’t know. He may not even be there for all I know. Not that I care.”
“Liar.”
The server slides our plates on the table.
“Am not. Now hush and eat. You’re eating for two.”
Chapter Eleven
“You about ready, babe?” Link presses his lips to my neck, and I blink and glance to his reflection in the mirror of my vanity.
“Holy shit.” I twist around and slide my palms along his smooth jaws. I turn his face side to side getting a good look at him. “I’ve never seen you without some type of fuzz or scruff on your face. You’re beautiful,” I blurt out, and he chuckles.
A tinge of pink spreads across his cheeks.
“Did I make you blush?”
“Can’t say that I’ve ever been called beautiful.”
I kiss the cross tattoo on his left temple. “Brant, honey. I know you’re an outlaw manly macho bad ass, but I have to break it to you. Tattoos on your face and all, you’re pretty.”
“Shut up and get dressed.”
“Um...I am dressed.”
He steps back as I slide my hands down his neck. His hands circle my wrists. “You’re not serious.”
“Excuse me?” What the actual fuck? Link has never ever told me not to wear something.
“Don’t you have a shirt that doesn’t I don’t know let your tits hang out?”
I gape at him and look down at my black shirt with slits across the boobs that don’t
show anything more than a peek of the black lace bra I’m wearing under it. I’ve worn this to the clubhouse a million times, and he’s never cared or commented. “Does this have anything to do with who is supposed to be at the clubhouse? Are you jealous of Vince? A man I’ve not spoken to or laid eyes on in a decade or more.”
“Not jealous of shit. I know at the end of the night I’ll be the one eating your cunt and burying my dick in it when I see fit.”
“Okay so what’s the problem?”
He lets go and scrubs a palm over his face. “I don’t want that fucker staring at your tits all night wondering how hard he’ll have to work to get in there.”
“Do you think I’d do that? You’re unbelievable. After everything you have the nerve to stand here and tell me what the fuck to wear.”
“Forget it.”
I scowl at him and cross my arms over my breasts. “No way. I’ll buy ten more of this same damn shirt in every color they sell and wear it every fucking day.”
My husband pulls me into him, snaking an arm around my waist. “Don’t be a bitch.”
“Wow you’re really on a roll tonight. Keep it up and you’ll be sleeping alone tonight.”
“Don’t. The thought of another man wanting to take you from me makes me crazy.” His lips touch mine, but I don’t return the affection. He’s being ridiculous.
“No one is taking me from you, but you keep acting like an idiot and you’ll drive me away. Now get out of my way so I can finish doing what I need to so we can go.” The color of his t-shirt catches my eye. Holding his cut open I scan the front. “Kiss me for good luck,” I murmur and roll my eyes when I see the arrow that points to his dick. “You’re ridiculous.”
“All I got clean. Someone tossed all my shit in the yard if memory serves.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” I step around him to touch up my lipstick.
**
I drive since Link plans to get shit faced for the holiday and he gave up his room at the clubhouse to the guests the club is hosting for the next few days. The Birds of Hell. My pulse spikes as Banks opens the gate to let us pass. I know his motorcycle the moment I see the paint job on the gas tank. A bird flying through the flames of Hell. I do my best to pretend I don’t notice. Vince showing up doesn’t rattle me. Link’s reaction to his presence does. He’s on edge. Though I guess part of it could be we’ve not been to the clubhouse together since everything transpired. We exit the vehicle and head out back to where the fight pit is located. Link keeps an arm draped over my shoulder, holding me close to his side. It isn’t like him to be insecure. Ever. Though he has never royally fucked up the way he did when he messed around on me.
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