Now we are sitting around church going over plans for the Christmas gifts drop off. I have a mug of coffee in my hand and not the usual bottle of beer, for some reason the thought of driving with alcohol in my system and having Faith in the car with me doesn’t seem all that appealing anymore.
“Dyson, what are the numbers looking like for gifts for the kids?” Pres asks my VP.
“Good, really fucking good. We have over three-hundred toys, ranging from teddies for the babies, to Nerf guns and remote-control cars for the boys and bracelet making and pinkie gadgets and things for the girls. Also, thanks to Gen, we now have a bunch of salons that have donated hair and nail appointments for the women, and some spa days. For the men, the golf clubs have donated some rounds. If they don’t like golf, we have go kart vouchers also.”
“So, all in all a good fucking collection then.” Suede adds, looking pleased as chips at the sound of a shit-ton of gifts ready to go.
“Fucking-A.” Court pipes in from his seat. “Sabrina said that nurses have a thankless job so these gifts will mean so much to them all, not only them but the kids and the parents who are going through this shit time. They need some cheering up, ya know.”
“That’s the plan, brother.” Ace adds.
“Now, Maze, we need to sort out a Santa costume for you and an elf costume for Z. Are you two on talking terms or is she still pissed at you?” this comes from Pres as he smokes his cigar.
I grin at him and lean forward in my chair, placing my arm flat on the table before speaking. Ace glares at me but I grin wider because I know he’s warning me from hurting his sister-in-law without actually saying anything. He adores her and will hurt anyone who hurts her, but I never plan too. I have said it once and I will say it again, it’s strange as fuck how quick your life can change, and you have to take life by the horns and ride that fucker until your last breath is taken.
“We are good. She’s coming over to my place after work and we are going to talk and look for costumes.”
“Nothing sexy, Maze. Well, not for the hospital anyway?” Dyson winks at me and I laugh.
“Hey, fuckface that’s my sister-in-law you’re talking about. There will be no fucking sexy time with Z and Maze. He’s a fucking whore. She deserves better than that.” Ace growls and the smile drops from my face as I swing my gaze to him.
How mother-fucking-dare he say who I can and can’t have sex with.
“She’s a fucking adult, Ace. She’s your sister-in-law, not your fucking sister or your daughter. Since when do we cockblock each other anyway?” I spit out and climb to my feet and lean my palms on the table looking him in the eye and continue.
“She will be mine, brother, with or without your approval. I will treat her like she’s a fucking queen. I never thought I would take an Old Lady, never wanted one, but then Faith got handed to me and everything was put into prospective. Shagging around isn’t good for her, I want her to have a solid mother figure in her life since her mum was taken from her.” I take a deep breath and sit back down, calming my breathing and anger.
“You all have your Old Ladies, your families and you have made digs at me time and time again about settling down and finding the right woman, well I have, and she’s fucking perfect Old Lady material. She knows the way of the club. I want Zarah, plain and fucking simple and I’m going to get her, brother.”
My gaze is still locked on Ace’s, his face doesn’t give anything away, he’s like a fucking stone. Bastard. No one says anything and the silence is building to a point where you can cut the atmosphere with a knife, then he speaks.
“Okay.” Is all Ace says. Fucking ‘okay’. What the fuck?
“What do you mean, ‘okay’?” I edge but Ace just shrugs his shoulders.
“Maze, you’re a good man. You respect women, they know what they are getting into with you. I have seen you around the Old Ladies, you never disrespect them, you care for them, each and every one of them and the same goes for our kids. I just wanted to see how serious you were about pursuing Zarah, because come on, brother, it was just a few days ago that you were fucking that piece we saw doing the walk of shame.”
I hang my head and take a deep breath, before taking my seat again I look over to Ace, who’s looking at me with a fraction of a smile.
“I know. Wanting more from now on,” I say and leave it at that.
“Okay, that’s enough of the lady talk. Maze, treat her good and we’ll be all good here, brother. Now onto this year’s club Christmas party.” Suede changes the subject after his little threat to me.
Dyson rubs his hands together and looks around the table at us. Oh fuck, God help what is about to come out of this fucker’s mouth.
“I say we have a family party then the Old Ladies can leave and then we have a party, ya feel me. I’m talking strippers, dressed like naughty Santa’s little helpers, elves, snowmen, and so on.” His smile is wide and infectious, but I can see that everyone likes to keep their balls intact.
“I would love to see how Jamie reacts to this little info, brother.” EC tells him smiling. For a split-second Dyson’s smile faulters but he regains it, shaking his head.
“Hey, what happens in the clubhouse stays in the clubhouse, you all know that.” He replies.
“Dyson, are you seriously saying that we should risk our lives and yes I mean that literally. I mean have you seen my Old Lady when she’s pissed. She’s Welsh, brother, and has a mean streak a mile fucking long, plus, I like my balls attached to my body and I think you do too.” Court adds.
“I have two to keep happy, not risking my not getting my dick wet for some chick to flash her tits and arse at me, sorry brother, not happening,” EC jumps in.
Hell, even I know that Jamie will rip his balls from his body and shove them down his throat, if he even so much as smiles at another woman that’s not family.
“I’m on board for a brothers Christmas party, but, brother, is it really worth risking it? Plus, I’m trying to build something here with Zarah.”
Dyson sighs and sits back in his chair like a petulant child but nods his head.
“I wasn’t saying that we cheat or anything like that. It would just be nice to really let loose for a night, ya know, we are working our arses off trying to clear the Christmas rush in the garage, getting the gift drive ready. Jamie is rushed off her feet at the Silver Bowl and is tired most nights, too tired to fuck. I have blue balls for fuck’s sake.” He pouts and yes, he’s actually pouting. Poor bastard.
“Just swing your cock in her direction, I’m sure she will take it for a ride, this is Jamie we are talking about, Dyson. She loves your dick, hell she tells my Old Lady about your kinky ways in bed,” Batch tells the room.
“True, my woman does love her kinky shit,” Dyson replies, wiggling his eyebrows.
The boys snicker around the table and we get talking about a Christmas party here with all the families and some friends that come and visit. The clubhouse is already decorated for Christmas, Lola and the girls brought in a ten-foot Christmas tree, and miles and miles of lights and wreaths that are strewn all over the place. Don’t get me wrong it looks amazing, classy, not tacky.
The kids love it, they play under the lights and listen to the Christmas music that’s played and don’t get me started on the Christmas films they watch, who fucking knew that kids Christmas films could be kinda good. Some as funny as hell.
We finish up church and we all sit around talking about what everyone is buying their woman for Christmas and my gut sinks because I have no fucking clue what to buy Zarah, or even if I should buy her anything, I mean we are new and she might think I’m a dick for moving too fast. I chuckle to myself at the moving too fast part. Of course, I’m moving too fast, I’m a fucking biker for fuck’s sake.
We do our own speed.
Chapter Eight
Zarah
Snow is falling hard, and it’s sticking to the roads, hell everywhere. I just hope that it stops long enough for me to drive home aft
er my little visit to Maze’s place. When he told me to come to his house and not the clubhouse I was surprised, because I never knew that he had a home away from the club.
I listen to my car’s GPS and suck in a breath when I see the property in front of me. Shutting off the engine, I look out of my window and take in the stunning two-storey cottage before me. It has cream brick work, with green wood window frames, it has a small extension added to the side and there are some vines climbing up from one side of the door, that has had twinkling lights added to it, giving that whimsical feel especially with the snow.
There are three small steps up to the property, that have some round bushes and some other greenery that finish off the look. I climb out of my car and smooth down my dress. I decided to dress up but not too much, I have been in jeans all day so I thought a dress would be a change.
The dress is short sleeved and stops mid-thigh. It’s black with tiny white flowers, I pulled on a pair of black bow patterned tights, then my ankle boots and my leather jacket to give it more of a casual feel. I left my hair down and added a little touch of makeup.
Stepping up to the door it opens before I get the chance to knock, and there stands Maze, aka Ash Maisley, in all his glory, wearing only a pair of jeans while carrying his crying newborn daughter. His cheeks are flushed, and he looks slightly panicked.
“Oh, thank fuck you’re here, I can’t get her to stop crying. She has had a bottle, I have changed her twice, but she’s still screaming,” he explains.
We walk into the house and I remove my jacket and boots, before taking Faith from him. I hold her in front of me at arm’s length and notice that her knees are almost up to her chest and I turn and smile at him.
“She’s fine, Maze. See her legs are all the way up?” I point out and he nods. “It means she has wind; she needs to be burped.”
“Really? Fuck I thought she got enough up,” he runs his hands through his hair and my knees weaken, so I sit on the couch. “She even threw up on me,” he gestures to his naked chest.
“I’m not complaining,” I voice. He smirks at me and looks down at me holding his daughter against my chest, the V on my dress now houses Faith’s little hand. Blair used to do this with Ana, they said it was the skin to skin contact that made the baby feel safe.
“Do you want a drink or anything?” he asks, and I nod before answering.
“A hot chocolate if you have any?”
“Be right back,” he states and walks out of the room.
I sit back on the couch and settle Faith over my chest and tap her back, then rub my hand up and down, she lets out a loud burb and instantly her legs drop. I smile and kiss the side of her head.
“Good girl. You were freaking your daddy out, little one.” I bring her down and lay her across my thighs, her big green eyes are just like Maze’s there is no denying that. She’s beautiful, full lips with a little pert nose.
She’s wearing a cute red onesie with snowflakes all over it. Maze walks in, carrying two steamy mugs, with Christmas designs. I chuckle and he smiles at me.
“What?” I nod to the mugs he sets on the oak coffee table.
“I never would have thought that big bad biker Maze would have Christmas decorations, let alone Christmas mugs.” I state, reaching for my mug. I take a sip and the smooth, hot chocolate hits my taste buds and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me, and by looking at Maze neither did he.
“Baby, you need to stop with the sex noises.” Licking his lips, he reaches for his own mug and I smile behind mine, loving that I’m affecting him.
“Okay, so I’m going to say some shit and I’m going to do it while you hold my daughter, so you can’t hit me or make a run for it.” I frown and wait for him to talk. I set my mug back down and take Faith’s little hands in mine, maybe to ground me or remind me that she’s there.
“I know you know I liked to fuck around, random women all the time.” I nod. “A small part of me always wanted to have an Old Lady, but a part of me was more than happy shagging whenever I could, I was in a place where random faces were better. Things changed when you and Ana came on the scene, but seeing you and knowing I wasn’t in the right place to offer you more I kept my distance, then Jamie came back into our lives and I felt more and directed my feelings toward her which almost cost me my brother.”
“I remember.” I say, my voice soft, because it was hard seeing him want Jamie who was taken, when I wanted him, and I was single.
“Then all that shit went down with Sabrina and Court but this time I felt more than I had before and I knew that I wanted that, that’s when I hooked up with what’s her face.”
“You really don’t remember women’s names do you, Ash?”
“It’s not that, I just don’t need to say her name, she was a fucking crazy chick, you know that.” He laughs and I nod in agreement because he’s right, she was off her rocker.
“When Faith arrived, it made me rethink things and what I want in the future, her future as well as mine.” I swallow hard, my heart is pumping a mile a minute in my chest. He took my hand and held it in his. I can feel the rough skin on parts of his palm from years of working in the garage.
“That future includes you, Zarah. I want it to include you. No more random women, no more crazy chicks. As cheesy as it sounds, I want to see if this,” he waves his hand between us, “has a place to go. What do you say?”
My eyes bounce between his to see if he’s being genuine or not. The thought did occur to me that he only wanted me to help him out with Faith, you know being the only single woman around the club.
I lick my lips and his gaze drops to my mouth; I bite the corner of my lip and Maze jumps to his feet before leaning over to take Faith from my lap. He kisses me on the head and spins on his heel.
“The little miss needs to go to bed, the adults need to play.” Is all he says as he struts out of the room. My heart goes wild in my chest at his ‘adults need to play,’ words.
I know what he means, and I’m both excited and nervous about it, but I’m definitely thankful that I shaved everywhere before coming over here. Reaching for my mug, then tucking my feet under my bum, I sip on the deliciousness and moan again. Looking up at the TV above the fire I see that the Christmas film The Nativity is playing, and I smile, this is a classic British film and who doesn’t love Martin Freeman.
Looking around I can only imagine that the Old Ladies helped him with the decorating. It has a sweet non-fussy Christmas feel to it, it suits Maze. I smile when my gaze lands on two stockings hanging over the fire, one with Faith’s name and one with ‘Daddy’, the third hook is empty and my heart stutters in my chest thinking a stocking could hang there with my name, or the word ‘Mummy’ one day.
“She’s down for the count.” Maze’s voice interrupts my thoughts. I smile up at him as he walks around the couch and sits so close to me that our thighs are touching. Maze takes the mug from my hand and cups my cheek, moving his face closer until our lips are a breath away.
Chapter Nine
Maze
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I will stop, but the way that you’re breathing, and your nipples are standing to attention, I know you want this as much as I do.”
“I want this, but I don’t want to get hurt, Maze. I know I act like a tough chick, but I’m getting way to fucking old to be messed around with. Faith coming into your life is a huge change, and I’m not sure that you’re ready to commit, yet. Faith must come first.” She says and I smile at her. Giving her the reassurance she needs.
“No, baby. Not scared of fuck at all, except maybe not trying this and you getting away from me.”
My words hit the mark and before I know it, she’s throwing herself at me, taking my mouth in a rough kiss. My arms snake around her waist, one sliding down to her lush arse and the other moving up her back, gripping the back of her neck.
I manoeuvre her so that she’s straddling my thighs, the zip on my jeans hitting the apex of her thighs making her moan. I
hiss against her mouth and she smiles, then pulls back to look at me.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this.” She smirks down at me, her eyes wide with lust.
I push her down, so she can feel the bulge of my cock in my jeans grow bigger for her. Fuck me she’s hot I can feel her through the denim material. I have been with my fair share of women, but none have made me this hard, and filled with so much fucking want before.
They have been a means to an end, but Zarah could be my end.
“Oh, I want this, baby.” My voice has dropped an octave, and she shivers from the sound.
I move in for another kiss, as my hands explore over her back and down to her ass. Then gently pulling the dress up her body and over her head, leaving Z, in a red bra and matching thong with black tights. I smirk at my girl, as I move my hands over her thighs, stopping at her pussy.
I push my thumbs against the material, until it gives and breaks. Zarah gasps as I pull on her tights giving me better access to her pussy that I can smell from here, her arousal is maddening, and my cock is loving it.
“I like it.” I growl and then I push her to her feet before I reach around her body and unhook the bra, dropping it to the floor. With my hands on her shoulders I gently push her down on the sofa, and spread her legs, giving me the view I want.
I lick my lips and growl, as our gazes stay locked, while I pull her thong to the side, not bothering to remove the broken tights. She looks sexy and forbidden at the same time, laid out before me, her dark hair against the white pillows.
Looking up at her I brush one finger over her tight clit making her jolt and moan my name, causing my dick to scream to be let loose. Brushing over it again she cries out before I pull on the material of the thong making it snap against her skin just as the material gives. Still looking up at her, I lick my lips before moving closer and settling my mouth over her pussy.
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