by LeAnn Ashers
I smile bashfully. “Thank you, Lane.”
“Don’t thank me, I am one lucky bastard.” He grins slyly and grabs my ass.
I laugh and slide out of his lap, and I grab his hand and lead him to my bedroom. “Why are you bringing me in here?”
He slips his hand from mine and lifts his shirt over his head. I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of his abs and tattoos. He has a tattoo that stretches across the length of his body.
I hurry out of my clothes; my legs are already shaking in anticipation. He rocked my world last night, and I am ready for that again.
Once completely naked, I push him down onto the bed, and he laughs at my show of aggressiveness. He puts his hands behind his head, grinning at me. I kiss his lips first and make my way down to his collarbone.
“This is all mine,” I tell him stubbornly and he chuckles.
“Doll, you had me hooked the second I saw you.”
I hide my face so he doesn’t see my happy smile. He doesn’t know how much he affects me with his sweet words. Looking at him you wouldn’t expect him to be that sweet, but he is—to me and his daughter.
I have seen the badass side of Lane, and I know he isn’t someone to mess with. He has the police in his back pocket, and a nine-to-five kind of man doesn’t have that. I don’t care too much what he does if he treats me like fucking gold like he has been.
“Baby my self-control isn’t that great.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Oh yeah.” I dip my tongue into his belly button and pinch his nipple.
“Fuck,” he hisses and I move farther down, to his dick. I take him in my hand and place the tip in my mouth, sucking hard.
His hips buck, and I tilt my head to take him as deep as I can. I swallow and he wrenches my head away from him. I laugh and he picks me up, making my lie down on my stomach.
I turn my head to the side and watch as he stares down at my body heatedly. He puts his hand between my legs and slides two fingers inside me. I clench down on his fingers and move my hips slightly.
God, I need him so fucking much.
“Fuck me,” he groans and pulls my legs down onto the bed, only slightly apart. I feel his dick against the top of my butt cheeks.
“Arms above your head.” I immediately raise my hands above my head. I feel him press against my opening, and I relax as he slides inside. I clench the comforter. He is so much deeper this way.
Once he is buried inside me all the way to the hilt I clench down on him, making him hiss, and he pulls his hips back and slams back inside me.
I love driving him wild.
“Fucking torture me.” He puts his hands on top of mine so I won’t move.
That’s when he moves. “Fuck!” I scream and curl my toes. He is fucking ruthless with his movements, but I love every second of it. Every thrust drags my clit against the comforter.
His kisses the side of my neck and I shiver.
“Holy fuck.” I gasp when he stops moving and pushes harder until he goes even deeper. I clench down on him, and I strain to contain how amazing this feels.
“Please,” I beg and he relents and slides out and back in slowly, which is even more torture. My arms and legs are shaking.
“I can’t,” I whisper and try to move my legs. He tightens his leg over mine and moves again slowly, achingly slow. “Lane,” I whisper. I bite my lip, my own body straining.
“What do you need, Doll?” He tilts his hips downward.
“I need…” I don’t finish my sentence because he hits my G-spot and I explode. My pussy pulsates against him, and I hear him come a second later.
“Dear god, Lane. You are trying to kill me.” I laugh, my body limp with exhaustion. He kisses my forehead and climbs off the bed; then he carries me into the bathroom. I wrap my legs around his waist, and my head settles on his shoulder. He has one hand on my ass and uses the other to turn on the shower.
“You’ve killed me.”
“You torture me, Baby, and a man can only take so much,” he teases.
“I love that you go wild, you just turn me into a noodle.”
Once the water is hot, he steps inside with me still in his arms. The spray wets my hair and body.
“You good to stand now?”
I nod and he sets me down gently. I run my hands through my hair and try to grab my shampoo bottle.
“No, let me.” I open my eyes and I see Lane holding my shampoo bottle.
“You are going to wash my hair?”
He motions with his finger for me to turn around, and I hesitantly do. I can’t remember the last time someone washed my hair. I have been doing it since I was little girl, when my mom deemed I was old enough.
Lane takes the time to massage my scalp slowly and work the shampoo through my hair. The water is hitting my face, my tears mixing with it.
I have never in my life felt so cared for or wanted. I am doing the unthinkable right now. I am falling deeply in love with him. Something I never thought would happen; I thought I would be single for the rest of my life.
Waiting was worth it because it got me Lane.
7
Amelia
Tonight I am going to the club with Lane and his MC guys, as a real show that I am his woman, because it’s in his town and I am spending the night at his house. Tiffany is at her aunt’s house. I am meeting her soon—as in next weekend soon.
Some think we are rushing it, but who the fuck cares what they think? People are going to cause trouble no matter what the fuck we do. My mom is the worst, because I am not the ideal daughter and my sister is the best thing since sliced bread.
Yeah, I have a sister but we rarely talk. When she talks to me it’s a pissing show because she has to be better than me, or tries to be better. I am extremely independent and a man rules her life.
If you don’t have a man, you are a loser in her eyes. Well, I have a man now and it still isn’t good enough, because he is a guy in the MC or I should have married long ago. Blah, blah, blah. I am so sick of it, and the worst part is that I have to go to my mom’s tomorrow for the monthly dinner.
I would love for Lane to go with me, but I don’t want to put him through the torture of my family. They are the kind of the people to insult you with praise; it’s annoying as fuck.
“Doll, you ready?” Lane calls.
“Yeah!” I grab my duffle bag off the bed.
I walk into the living room and straight to Lane. I hug him tightly. “Missed you!” I breathe in his scent, and it’s like all of my troubles just go away.
“Missed you too. I feel like packing your shit up and moving you in with me.”
“Honestly, I would love that, but the main thing is Tiffany.” I wink and smack him on the ass. “Let’s get out of here.” I lead the way out to this truck.
He locks the door behind me. He is used to that now, since he sneaks out early in the morning before Tiffany gets up for school and I don’t usually see him until she is in bed.
She is his main priority and I love that. Tonight she has a babysitter, and that’s the reason I am going to his house. I want Lane to choose his daughter first; she is a very important part of his life.
If Lane constantly chose me over his daughter, I probably would have left him. I plan on having kids someday, and I don’t want a man to do that—plus I am not someone to make him choose. Tiffany could be my daughter someday, and it’s looking like she will be a part of my life, if it keeps on going as is.
Lane’s truck is huge! I open the door and crawl in. I hear him laughing behind me and I flip him off.
I can’t help it that I am five foot two; I have to climb cabinets to get stuff off the top shelf. That shit gets old. Kissing Lane standing is a pain too, because he has to bend down so far he usually ends up lifting me off the ground.
Lane steps inside the truck gracefully, and I glare at his long-ass legs. He laughs louder and starts the truck.
“I always thought men with big trucks had small dicks, but I was wrong. I can ba
rely walk the next day and have thought out icing my pussy one too many times.”
Oh my god, did I just say that?
He puts the truck back into park and throws his head back, laughing. I put my face in my hands to hide the fact that I’m blushing. Oh my god.
“God, Doll, what would I do without you?” he says softly, and I look at him with a slight smile on my face. I lean over and kiss his cheek.
Well, it’s true—he does have me walking funny the next day, and I love that he can make me do that. Who doesn’t want someone who can rock their world? Surely not me.
He pulls out of my driveway. Should I ask him about going to see my parents tomorrow or not?
“Out with it. What has you thinking so hard?”
My eyes widen—how did he know? He reaches over and twines our fingers together.
“I just wanted to see if you wanted to go with me to my parents’ tomorrow? I don’t want to myself, since they are rude half of the time.”
“Shay called earlier—she’s keeping Tiffany the whole weekend. I am yours the whole weekend.”
A blinding smile comes over my face, my heart beating out of my chest with happiness and excitement. I would love to wake up in his arms and cook breakfast together.
“So you want to come with?”
“Yeah Doll, what time tomorrow?”
“Six tomorrow evening.” I bring our hands up and kiss the back of his hand.
“Where do they live?” He pulls onto the interstate.
“Your town.”
He looks at me, confused. “Who are your parents?”
“Charles and Meredith Baker.”
He shakes his head in disbelief. “Baby, your parents are dicks and your sister is too.”
I wince because it’s true. “Yeah, I know.”
“Holy fuck!” He laughs. “You’re the girl who I had the biggest fucking crush on in elementary school! I used to sneak letters into your locker.”
“Oh my god! I always wondered who that was!” I laugh at the incredibility of it all. “This is epic!”
Who would have thought, eh? Smaller world than you think.
Amelia
“Dad, remember that girl I had the biggest fucking crush on in the sixth grade? It was Amelia,” Lane says. “I had good fucking taste back then too.” He looks me up and down, his eyes heated.
I blush and watch as Smiley laughs at his son; then his smile drops. “Your parents are dicks.”
I roll my eyes because I guess everyone knows them; they must have a bigger reputation than I thought. They do have a habit of thinking they are better than other people, and my sister is just like them. They were never mean to me exactly, just not caring or considerate parents.
“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” I sit down in Lane’s lap, and he kisses the side of my neck. Goose bumps break out across my skin.
“You know you don’t have to go tomorrow, right?”
“I want to, Doll.”
Alright then, that was his last chance to back out. Honestly, he will just make it a little bit more bearable—I have dealt with them for years and years—but it will be nice, for the first time ever, to have some support and feel like I am not alone.
It’s sad when you feel alone surrounded by family.
“Come on, let me introduce you to the women in the club and the other guys you haven’t met yet.”
He leads me through his club courtyard, and this place is huge. Apparently, there is enough room for every single member and his family along with a safety room in the bottom for the women and kids.
There aren’t very many women and kids in the club, only the first generation—and that includes Smiley and his brothers. Lane and many of the other MC guys are their kids. They have prospects who try to get into the club, but they go through a shit ton of stuff to prove themselves.
Grim Sinners don’t fuck around with their members. They aren’t your everyday kind of men—that’s for sure. He has one crazy-looking fucker that hangs in the back. Wilder is the vice president, and there are around eighteen other MC guys.
Can I say ovary explosion?
Wilder walks up to us and stands next to me. “How’s the shorty?” I huff and punch him slightly on his muscular arm, which ends up hurting me worse than it hurts him.
“Easy, killer. Lane, control your woman.”
Lane just gives him his shit-eating grin before pulling me close to him.
“What fun is a controlled woman?” He winks at me.
We stop in front of the scary fucker. “This is Derek, Amelia. Derek, this is Amelia.” Derek nods and I smile at him. He cocks his head to the side and nods at Lane.
Lane pulls me away and we move on to the next person. “What just happened?”
“He approved of you.”
Ah, now I get why he nodded to Lane. “Does he not talk?”
Lane shakes his head. “Not really, but he does when it’s important.”
Yeah, I understand that and that makes him mysterious. Maybe he just needs a woman? “You know who he would look cute with?”
He rolls his eyes but plays along, “Who, Doll?”
“Danielle.”
He laughs. “They are total opposites, he is quiet and she is very bubbly.”
I shrug. “They say opposites attract!”
“You may be right. Next time we have a party here, invite her.”
I smack his ass. “You got it, Babe.”
Lane puts his hand behind my head and pulls my hair slightly at the roots, enough to get my attention but not hurt me. He would never hurt me— I can fully one hundred percent say that.
“Behave, Baby, or I will just have to make you acquainted with my room here.”
I smirk and grab his leather vest with both hands, pulling him to me. “Now that sounds like fun.”
He laughs and kisses my forehead. “Whatever will I do with you, Doll?”
I scrunch up my face. “Umm, maybe keep me?”
Lane spends the next thirty minutes introducing me to all his MC brothers, and I couldn’t tell you their names even if I wanted to. I just call them Big Fuckers One through Eighteen.
“Those three guys over there are prospects. I won’t bother introducing you, because they probably won’t even be around that long.”
“I understand.”
“Let’s head inside! The food is delivered!” Lane yells and everyone starts heading inside the clubhouse. The scary fucker, Derek, holds the door open for everyone. Lane and I are the last ones to enter.
The clubhouse is different than I expected at first glance. It’s almost one huge room. A bar lines one wall, and a shit ton of tables fill the left side of the room. A huge entertainment center is in the middle. It doesn’t look like a bachelor pad, like I expected. Everything is tastefully done.
I spot some women sitting on the couch and I nudge Lane. “Who are they?”
“Let me introduce you.”
They smile as we approach and I notice that, besides one woman, they are all older than I am.
“Amelia, these are ole ladies of the first generation.”
I smile at the seven older ladies, and they smile back politely; then I notice Adeline and wave at her. “It’s nice to meet you guys. Lane, I am going to hang out for a while with the ladies.”
He studies my face for a second and kisses my cheek before walking away.
“Girl, he is fucking whipped. My name is Darla and I am part of the first generation, Wilder is my son.”
Darla has this motherly look that makes me want to hug her. “Ahh, I see you guys have the same eyes.” She beams at me happily and rises from the couch, immediately pulling me into a hug.
She lets me go and I am put into the arms of another woman, whose name is Cynthia, then Opal, Charlene, Jessica, and Faith. Adeline is last—she is, by far, the sweetest in the group. I can feel the goodness coming off of her.
“This is Brittany, she is my daughter,” Darla tells me, and I pull Brittany i
nto a hug. She is a beautiful girl who looks around twenty-one or twenty-two. She is a bit larger than I am and it looks damn good on her; she has curves in all the right places.
“You’re gorgeous!” I say and she smiles.
“So are you!”
We are going to be best friends for sure. I want to take her under my wing. She looks at something across the room, and I follow her gaze to see her staring at Derek—and he is staring at her.
Hmm.
“I don’t know about you ladies, but I am famished,” Adeline pipes in and I nod.
All of the guys already have their food. Lane has an open seat next to him and I smile. He looks me up and down, and I shake my head at his antics.
“I love seeing Lane like this. He is such a badass, I love seeing his playful side,” Brittany whispers to me and I glow at her praise. I want Lane to be happy and easygoing.
The other ladies are halfway down the line, and I eye the food. I hear someone snicker, and I raise my eyes to see some of the guys who are catering the meal laughing. They have a major fuckboy vibe to them. One of them is giving me major douche vibes with his pretty-boy looks.
“Those crab legs are calling my name and that chocolate cake.”
“Me too, girl.” I hand her a slice of cake and take a fork off the table.
“You sure you need more chocolate, fat ass?”
What the fuck did he say?
Brittany is setting her plate on the table. If looks could kill, he would be six feet under. “What the fuck did you say to me?”
“I said you are a fat ass, you look disgusting standing there with that chocolate.”
“Ohhh, you asked for it.” I laugh and spot his hand lying flat on the table. I slam the fork down on the back of his hand. It embeds deeply into his skin. He screams and throws a fist in my direction, and I duck. I slam my glass plate over his head. He ducks and I take that split second to grab the back of his head, my fingers deep in his hair. I slam his face right into the chocolate cake.
“Apologize!” I scream.
“I am sorry for calling you a fat ass, but you are though!” he screams.
