Santa's Naughty Helpers

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by Elizabeth Knox


  Zarah gasps when I feel her clit with my tongue and run it from her bundle of nerves down to her pussy and then back up again. I pull back enough to look up her body and our gazes connect.

  “God, baby, you taste good.” Z moans at my words, her honey coating my tongue. I slide one finger into her sweet channel and then add a second, and her hips lift off the couch.

  With the motion of my fingers and my tongue doing the same motion, Zarah’s back arches off the cushions.

  Desire rolls through me, as I attack my woman’s pussy like a starving man. Nothing has ever tasted so good. I lap, suck, and even bite her tight clit. Looking up I see she has slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her screams.

  My hand snakes up her body and pulls her hand away.

  “Never silence the screams, baby. She won’t hear a thing, believe me.” I grin, but her face changes from bliss to concern.

  She frowns clearly not liking what I just said, so she starts to move back away from me, but I don’t let her get far. I’m up on her in a second, pinning her beneath me with my body.

  “Not what you’re thinking, Z. I dropped a bowl last night and it echoed through the house, hell I heard it on her baby monitor, and she didn’t flinch. No other women besides the Old Ladies have been here.” She must here the sincerity in my voice because she nods and moves.

  She pushes me back, so I have to climb to my feet, then in a flash she drops to her knees, and slowly opens my belt, then pops the buttons one at a time, dragging out the anticipation. I grin down at her and she licks her lips as she tugs the material down over my hips, arse, and thighs until they pool at my bare feet.

  Her eyes go wide at the sight of my thick cock, he’s red and pulsing with need for her. Precum leaks from the slit, and she sticks her tongue out to collect it.

  “You going to suck my cock, baby?” I hiss at the contact and she nods her head, before opening her mouth wide and taking me deep into her slick mouth. “Oh, shit.”

  Her mouth feels like heaven, and I can’t fucking wait to be inside of her pussy. Her tongue plays with the head of my dick, flicking the underside and my balls tighten with each flick.

  My hands are buried in her long thick hair, holding her still while my hips rock back and forth, pushing my cock deep in her mouth. Zarah pokes her tongue out, flattening it, giving me access for an easy slide in. The red lipstick she’s wearing is not marking my shaft like I wanted, fuck.

  “Baby, you need to wear a cheap red lipstick, the next time we do this. I want to see my cock covered in red streaks from your mouth.” I tell her and growl when she tightens her lips around my shaft and sucks, hard.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus on a nativity scene.” I pant out and her head bobs up and down my dick, she hums around me and my balls tighten ready to bust open and fill her delectable mouth.

  “Not going to come down your throat the first time, babe. Let’s go to my room,” I don’t let her answer, I help her to her feet and throw her over my shoulder and carry her up to my room.

  Being the little minx that she is, Z slaps my arse, making it sting. I smile against the side of her arse, then open my mouth and bite the flesh there making her squeal. This time she digs her nails into my arse cheeks making me hiss but the pain goes straight to my cock.

  Rough play, I like it.

  Pushing my bedroom door open, I gently lay her on my king size bed. Her hair fans out on the pillow, like a dark halo, she looks up at me, her eyes wide and dark with lust. She’s laid out before me in just the ripped tights that have a criss-cross pattern on them with little bows.

  She looks like a fucking goddess ready for the taking.

  Santa’s little helper that’s ready to help drain his fucking balls.

  I reach for a condom and roll it on, all the while Zarah is watching me with needy eyes. Then I crawl up the bed so that my body covers hers, our gazes cemented in place, neither of us wanting to look away as I line my cock up at her pussy, ready to find his home.

  “Fuck, I can feel how hot you are, babe,” I mutter before pushing into her wet channel and letting the feeling engulf me.

  Fuck me she’s tight, and wet and warm.

  “Oh, shit, Maze.”

  “Ash, baby. You call me Ash when we are alone,” I reply, moving all the way in and hitting the hilt and I let out a deep groan as the pleasure takes over.

  “Fuck, yes.” Zarah cries out and I lose all the control I had. I did want to go slow and savour this first time but fuck it.

  I pull out and slam back in, over and over again. My pelvis hits her clit, and she pants and cries out from the action. I drop my head to her tits and suck a nipple into my mouth, adding a little nip of my teeth making her back bow off the bed.

  “Oh.” She lets out a low moan and I can feel her pussy clamping down, I know she’s close and clearly, she likes nipple play.

  I bite down again, just as my balls start to tighten and my spine tingles with my impending climax. Her cries fill the room as her pussy strangles my cock as she comes. I’m thankful that my daughter sleeps like the dead because fucking hell, the sheer volume of Zarah will most certainly be heard for miles around.

  Her gaze locks with mine and something intense passes between us, my heart jerks in my chest and I know that she feels it to. Her eyes glass over and she’s completely lost in the intense pleasure.

  “Yes, baby, keep coming,” I pant out as I bust a nut and fill the condom. With my arms braced on either side of her head I look down at her and she’s panting, recovering from her orgasm, as mine starts to fade out. We are both covered in sweat, sucking in harsh breaths, and feeling the high of what just happened.

  I fall to the side of her and we lay side by side trying to catch our breaths, I turn my head to look at Zarah, only to see her eyes are closed as she struggles to drag air into her lungs. She’s frowning and her mouth is turned down, not what I was expecting to see.

  Maybe a smile at least.

  I pull out and kiss her on the cheek. “Be right back,” I mutter and climb off the bed and walk out of the room and down the hall to my bathroom. I dispose of the condom and clean myself off, before wetting a washcloth to clean Zarah up.

  When I get back to my room, Zarah is nowhere to be seen.

  “What the fuck?” I growl and run down the stairs, still naked. I pull the door open just in time to see the red of the taillights of her car. “Fucking hell, women.”

  Stepping back inside the house I close and lock the door before walking back upstairs and jumping in the shower, not that I want to wash Zarah off me, but I don’t want to deal with Faith’s early morning feed smelling like sex.

  Clearly something spooked Z and made her flee, I will find out what it is.

  I know that Zarah Dawkins will push every button and give just as much as she takes, that’s the spirit in her but in the end I win.

  Challenge accepted.

  Chapter Ten

  Zarah

  Lost in my head I almost over fill the mug of coffee, a baby crying snaps me out of my thoughts of Maze. It has been two days since I slept with him and he made me feel things that I was scared to feel so soon with him. The last time I trusted a man and let myself feel for him, he beat me to a fucking pulp and the club had to sort him out.

  It doesn’t help that seeing what I saw made the reality waterfall come crashing down.

  I look up and see the café is busy as the Christmas market is in town over this weekend. Stalls for crafts, gifts, and food and drink. Ana didn’t want a stall for her cakes this year because she is pregnant with her and Ace’s second baby.

  Michael Bublé’s ‘Santa Clause Is Coming to Town’ croons through the café and the smell of peppermint is wafting in the air. There are only two weeks left until Christmas and I’m getting in the mood, well I am when I push a certain, sexy biker out of my head.

  It’s late afternoon and the day is getting dark early, so the Christmas lights around the room and the tree look amazing. We went with all warm col
oured lights, mixed with red and green decorations. The whole café looks like a winter wonderland. Sketch and his boyfriend did a great display in the front window, they painted a great scene that has people stopping to look at it in awe.

  Finishing up the order for a new table, I add everything to the tray and walk over to them. It’s a group of men, and they seem to be in high spirits.

  “Here you go, lads,” I say with a smile and unload their drinks, before pulling out the notepad. “What can I get you?”

  “Are you on the menu?” one cheeky shit asks, and I smile sweetly at him and reply.

  “Oh honey, I’m too rich for your tastes.”

  “Aw come on now. I’m sure I can handle you.” He tries again and I shake my head smiling at the fun banter. I can tell that it’s all in good fun, because they are all smiling and not showing signs of aggression.

  “Maybe, maybe not, but—” before I can finish someone does it for me.

  “But she’s taken,” comes a growly voice from behind me.

  My body shivers from the tone in his voice. All possessive and dominant. The heat at my back tells me he’s right behind me, in my personal space. Do I mind? No. No woman would mind this man up in her space.

  The four men in front of me, look between Maze and me and the one that I was bantering with smiles and holds his hands up in mock surrender.

  “No problem, mate. I don’t take another man’s woman.” I go to speak but my arm is being tugged and I’m being led away from the table.

  We pass Ana and Florri and they are both giggling at me, I shake my head and poke my tongue out at them making them laugh louder.

  Maze leads me to the back office, and he pulls me inside and shuts the door behind him and leans against it. Not one to back down, I stand and fold my arms across my chest, popping a hip. We do the stare down thing until he speaks.

  “What was that out there?” His voice is low and gravelly.

  “What was what?” I reply sweetly. He shakes his head at me and mirrors my pose.

  “Don’t play with me, baby. I saw the flirting.” I shrug at his growl.

  Neither of us speaks for a short time and the silence starts to get awkward, I lick my lips and look anywhere but at him. I know that if I keep looking at him, I will want to jump his bones and I can’t do that.

  What happened to us the other night scared me, the intense feelings that came to the surface and I panicked so I gunned it out of there, not giving him a chance to change my mind.

  He looks good today, hell he looks good most days, but today he looks extra hot. His stubble has been trimmed down, he’s wearing an Unforgiven Riders MC hoodie under his cut again and his jeans are snug to his powerful thighs. His hair looks slightly damp, and all I can think of is that that’s a silly thing to do in this weather; go out with wet hair.

  I break the silence between us. “There was no flirting, Maze. I was talking to a customer who was trying his luck. Nothing wrong with that.” I state.

  “Of fucking course there is something wrong with that, he was hitting on my woman, for fuck’s sake. You are mine, Zarah, I thought I made myself pretty fucking clear the other night before you legged it out of my house.” Oh, he’s so pissed at me.

  “I am not your woman, Maze.” I retort.

  “Says fucking who? Did you or did you not come on my face and then on my cock?”

  “Yeah, I did but so have many other women before me. Including the one you had coming over that night,” I scream back. My eyes go wide when I say the last bit, my hand covers my mouth. I hated seeing the text message from a woman saying she was on her way over, because she missed his cock in her arse.

  I felt sick seeing that and that’s why I bolted.

  His eyes go wide, and he stands up straight, then frowning at me. He looks confused at what I just told him.

  “No one came over after you left. I haven’t been with anyone since Faith arrived, babe.” He digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone, frowning down at the device.

  My heart goes crazy in my chest, my palms sweat as he looks up the texts on his phone. I was expecting him to flip out at me snooping but I wasn’t. His phone was on the bedside table, face up when the text came through.

  The seconds that pass feel like hours as he opens his phone and scrolls down to find what I saw. He chuckles and holds the phone out for me.

  “Read it.” I shake my head no and step back. No way do I want to read sexts from one of his women. “Baby, read it. Please.” His voice is soft, and I cave and lean forward to read the texts.

  Unknown: I can’t wait to see you tonight. Need to feel your huge dick in my arse again, handsome. I have that sexy one piece you like me to wear.

  Unknown: Why didn’t you reply? Honey?

  Unknown: Babe????

  Unknown: Holy fucking shit. I’m so sorry. I texted the wrong number. OMG!! I’m so bloody sorry. I hope this hasn’t caused you any trouble. Again, I am so sorry, this was meant for my husband.

  I can’t stop the giggle that escapes, I look up at Maze and see amusement on his face and my giggles turn into full on belly laughter to which he joins in. We stand there in the office laughing, my stomach cramps up and I have tears streaming down my face, no doubt my mascara is running freely down my cheeks.

  My laughter stops when Maze steps over to me, pinning me to the desk, his hands rest on the wood at my hips, his face inches from mine. He smells like oil and leather and baby powder and it makes me think of Faith and my heart aches. I love spending time with her when I do but something between Maze and me always stops me.

  “You are the only woman I plan on fucking, baby. Now I’m going to go and get Faith and we, as in the three of us are going to check out the Christmas Market, as a family. Come to the clubhouse once you finish and we will walk from there.” He kisses me hard on the lips and before I can fathom what just happened, he’s gone, leaving the door open.

  Did he just claim me? Holy shit, he did. He called us a family, are we really that after a short time. I knew we have both admitted to having feelings before but, is this too quick?

  Ana pokes her head around the door frame, a big grin on her face.

  “Please, do not tell me you two had sex on my desk.” She whines and I can’t help but laugh at her.

  “Oh, dear sister. Maze is not a minute man, if you know what I mean.” We laugh and we go back to work and I push any thoughts of what might happen with Maze and I, until we have closed up for the night. After we are done, I go home, shower and change before making my way to the clubhouse. Ana told me that the whole club was coming with us, making memories she said.

  Chapter Eleven

  Maze

  Zarah will be here any minute and I’m beyond happy that she’s coming with us, not that I gave her much of a choice. Everyone is bustling around getting the kids ready to walk down to the market. Batch is wrestling with Mayhem trying to get his coat on, but the kid is having none of it. Mad grins at his brother, as he pulls his beanie on his head.

  “Coat on, or no market, Mayhem. Simple as that, kid,” Batch growls at his son, who stops and looks at his mother. Gen shakes her head and holds her hands up.

  “Don’t look at me, what Daddy says goes.” She tells her son. I smile and look down at Faith in my arms. I haven’t gotten her coat, hat, or mittens on yet, I will when Zarah arrives.

  Faith is now nearly five weeks old and she’s growing like a weed. I never knew much about babies, just that they drank milk, shit green, and slept all the time. Yeah, I helped with my brothers’ kids, but I never really took notes or anything. Faith is laying on my bent legs, my feet resting on the table in front of me.

  “You’re going to be a stunner when you get older, baby girl. Your mum was a looker, but you’re mixed with my good genes, so the boys or girls had better watch out. You can be whoever and whatever you want to be. The sky is the limit, little Faith Maisley. I just hope that I can get you a mummy that you deserve, and I get a wife that knows how to handl
e my shit.” I tell my daughter, knowing full well she can’t understand a word I’m saying.

  The one side of her mouth quirks up a little, like she’s smiling, and I smile down at her, then lean in and kiss her tiny nose.

  “I love you, Faith. You’re my world. I will do everything in my power to protect you and give you everything you need.”

  “Bloody hell, Ash, way to make a girl go weak at the knees.” I smile and look up at Zarah who’s standing next to the couch, smiling down at me. Her cheeks are rosy from the cold, she looks fucking beautiful.

  She’s wearing suede boots with little fur around the top, blue jeans, I can see the belt she’s wearing and smile when I see the snowflake buckle. I can’t see what top she’s wearing because she’s wearing a short cotton fluffy brown jacket. Her hair is straight, like Ana wears it, and she has a black beanie with a brown furry pompom on top.

  The look suits her, and it has my cock stirring in my jeans. I climb to my feet, careful of Faith in my arms. Zarah holds her arms out for my girl and I hand her over, then I stand and watch as Z dresses Faith ready to go outdoors. She lays her in her pram, that already has her coat laid out, once that’s buttoned up, Zarah pulls on her baby beanie and her matching mittens, before tucking her into the blankets.

  “We are ready, Daddy.” Zarah says smiling at me and she has no idea how much those words affect me; it also shows me that she’s ready for this thing to grow between us.

  Everyone in the room is standing and waiting and I know now is the time to speak up.

  “Listen up.” I whistle. “I have had, Zarah. She’s mine and mine alone. I’m claiming her.”

  “Is that right?” She snarks back. I smile and nod.

  “Yeah, babe.”

  “Do I get a say in this?”

  Before I can answer my brothers do it for me.

  ‘Nope’ and ‘not a chance’ and ‘Nah’ echoes round the room from them making everyone laugh, except Zarah. She turns her head to look at Ana.

  “Help me out here, sis. I mean he can’t do this surely.” Zarah asks her sister but with a smile on her face and Ana just smiles back while pointing to Ace.

 

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