by Sophia Gray
“Liberties? Such a big word…” She teased, but he wouldn’t take the bait. He had other things to do with her besides debate his vocabulary.
“Uh, huh.” He slid next to her on the bed, rolling her over onto her back and capturing her mouth for a kiss. He’d meant a short, erotic kiss but quickly decided he wanted, no needed, more. Her hands rested on his shoulders as his own framed her face, taking the kiss one step deeper, sweeping his tongue past her lips. She tasted so sweet, so pure. “You were saying?” he asked when he pulled back, taking in her dazed expression.
“About what?” she looked confused, and he chuckled.
“Nothing, baby, you just lay there and let me get you warm.”
“I’m already warm.”
“Not yet, you’re not.” He lowered his head to take in a breast, licking her nipple and nipping it until it peaked, then he wrapped his mouth around the delicious bud and suckled. She moaned, arching her back upward at him. She tasted too good to stop, so he moved over to her other nipple, coaxing it to a hardened peak before taking it between his teeth.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered into the air. He smiled into her breast and ran his hand down her stomach, over the roundness of if, and found her real heat, sliding his hands into her panties.
Already slick for him, he slid his fingers through her folds, gathered the liquid heat, and circled her clit with it. “Agh!” She pushed her hips at him, but he gave a light slap to her hip.
“Down, girl,” he muttered into her breast and laughed when she cried out in mock anger. He placed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose and brought her gaze to his. “For once, just this once, don’t fight me.” He kissed her chin, then her chest, moving down the little valley between her breasts to her stomach, where he kissed the bump showcasing their child, then went lower. Her legs instantly spread for him, waiting for him.
He moved so he was nestled between her thighs. He pulled her panties off, tossing them over his shoulder before looking down at her pussy lips glistening with her need. The pink, swollen clit peeked out from the hood begging to be touched, and he wasn’t in the mood to deny her or her body anything. Dipping his head lower, he flicked the tip of his tongue over the swollen nub, delighting in the intake of her breath, harsh and unexpected. Her hands flew into his hair, gripping him hard.
“Easy now.” He laughed and felt her fingers loosen up. “I’ll take care of this pretty pink pussy of yours. You put your hands on those fucking tits.” He looked up the length of her and waited until she complied with his order. She’d done what he said but made sure he saw the little pout on her face as she did so. His girl didn’t like being obedient, but if she wanted her release, wanted to cry out from her orgasm, she’d have to do it anyway.
“That’s my good girl. And do you know what my good girl gets?” He toyed with her entrance, slipping one finger in only to the first knuckle and retreating.
“Oh, don’t do that...don’t tease.” She reached down, but he slapped her hand away.
“On your tits.” He said in a deeper voice. She huffed but went back to massaging her breasts. “Now, if you keep being good, you’ll have my cock in you soon, but if you start fighting me, start being a bad girl, then you’ll just have to keep waiting.”
“You’re being mean.” She looked down at him. Her dilated pupils and wet lips told him she loved the game as much as he did.
“You just focus on being good.” He leaned down again, lifting her clit with the very tip of his tongue and held it there, pushing a little pressure on her until she started to moan.
“Lucas. Okay! Okay! I’ll be good. Please.” Her hands never left her breasts, and he wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled again, thrusting two fingers inside of her as he did so. Her wet pussy clamped down on him, nearly dragging his fingers into her. He began to pump them faster and harder as his tongue worked over her clit.
She held still, as well as he would expect her to, and the moans and groans of her frustration and pleasure stroked his cock. But he needed more of her, and he had promised if she were a good girl, he’d fuck her. And he wasn’t one to go back on his word.
Kissing his way back up her body he, hooked her knees with his arms, pulling her legs open and back. “Fuck, this is going to feel so good.” He pushed forward, letting the head of his cock press against her entrance. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me you want this.”
“Lucas if you wait any longer, I’m going to start beating on you.” She gave her threat in a flat, no-nonsense tone.
“Does that sound like you being a good girl?” He pulled his hips back, no longer letting his hard, aching cock touch her.
She groaned. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just need you, so bad. I need you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him down to kiss her.
Just as their lips touched, he thrust into her. Hard. He caught her groan in his mouth and pulled back half-staff, then thrust forward again. He caught her nipple between his teeth and nipped just enough to get a small yelp out of her. He plunged into her harder, fully embedding his cock into her sweet, hot, tight pussy.
“Lucas.” She breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders. The sting of her nails sent his body into a fast tailspin. He looked down at her, to watch her as he fucked her harder and harder still. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and her lip completely disappeared into her mouth.
“Don’t keep quiet, baby. Let it out.” He let go of her leg to pull her lip free.
“They’ll hear.” She whispered, looking toward the window.
“Let them. Let them hear you come from my cock buried inside your tight pussy. Fuck...it’s so tight...so good.” He kissed her neck, her cheek. “Fucking let them know who you belong to. Who do you belong to?” He grabbed her face and stared deep into her eyes.
“You, Lucas. I belong to you.” She cried out as her orgasm tore through her. “You!” She screamed again as he continued to rock into her. The wave of her release was the last straw. She clamped down around his cock, and within two more strokes, he was grunting out his own release.
He dropped his forehead down onto hers, letting their quickened breaths mingle between them. “You’re going to kill me if you get much more responsive.” He mumbled as he pulled free from her body and rolled to her side, flinging his arm over the side of the bed.
She laughed and curled up into his side. The room filled with their silence. His heart slowly came back down to normal human speed, even with her hand stroking his chest.
After several long moments passed and he was started to drift off, he heard her clear her throat. “Shit.” He groaned and looked over at the clock on the night table. He had to get back to the clubhouse. The meeting with Clay and his captains couldn’t be forgotten.
“I know you have to go.”
He sat up, careful to let her maneuver herself off of his chest as he did so.
“But I need to talk to you about something.” Her small voice concerned him. She grabbed her robe from the bottom of the bed and shoved her arms through the sleeves. Once she was up on her feet, she tied the belt around her middle, accentuating the bump.
He looked at the clock again and picked up his boxers from the floor. “Okay, sure.” He shoved his legs through his jeans and dressed while she prepared herself to talk to him. “Your mom, how’s she doing? I didn’t ask earlier.” He swiped his t-shirt from the ground and slipped it over his head.
“Mom’s okay. I mean, she was feeling okay today, not great, tired but better than with the other medications. Her surgery is all set.” Josephine toyed with the robe and sat half on the bed.
Lucas climbed back up on the bed and pulled her into his arms. “What is it? Not that I mind, but you’ve been more cooperative than usual today, and now you look almost shy.”
Her body tensed, and she leaned back into his chest. “My mom told me something about my dad that’s left me a little off.”
“Your dad? I thought he ran off when you were a kid.” He wou
ld never understand how any father could call themselves a man after running out on a woman and child.
“He did.” She sighed. “But I guess he came back. Mom said a few years later he showed up out of nowhere, wanting to come home, wanting her to give him another chance.”
“Oh.” Lucas brushed his hand across her forehead, wiping away a stray hair. “I guess she said no.”
“Yeah. She kicked him out. I know it’s not because she didn’t love him. She did. I think she still does. She never once dated after him, never divorced him, never spoke badly of him either. She just said he made his choice. I didn’t know what the hell that meant until today.”
Josephine pulled away from him and stood up again, facing him. With him sitting on the edge of the bed, they were eye level, so he didn’t get up. He kept his hands on her hips so she couldn’t go walking off but didn’t make any other gestures to move.
“So, what’s that, then?” He pushed when she clammed up. Whatever it was, it seemed to have spooked her.
“She said when he came home, he was different. Harder. He was wearing a leather vest, you know...like yours.” She pointed to his kutte still draped over the dresser.
“A kutte?” His hands tightened on her waist. “He was a Fury Rider?” That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Maybe the old man was still in the club, and he could track him down.
“No.” She shook her head. His phone started ringing from his pocket, but he ignored it. “You need to get that,” she said when it started up again.
He grunted and pulled it out, quickly answering it. “I’m in the middle of something!”
“I bet.” Cutter laughed. “Just letting you know Cherry’s coming over there tonight. Should be there in about half an hour. You on your way yet?”
“Yes. I’ll be there.” Lucas didn’t bother saying goodbye, just clicked off the call and put his attention back on Josephine before she could escape the subject.
“Okay, so your dad had a kutte but not a Fury Rider patch?”
“From what my mom described…” She took a deep breath. “I think he’s, or at least was, an Iron Rebels member.”
His chest tightened, but he tried not to let his expression show his surprise or his worry. If her dad really was a member of the Iron Rebels and was still a member, there could be trouble. Not just with having to deal with the shit involving the drug runs they wanted to tear his town apart with, but if her dad found out—decided to make everything about his daughter—there’d be a harder time settling shit.
“Okay.” He stood up from the bed and kissed her forehead. “What’s his name?”
“Martin,” she whispered, unable to meet his eyes. He tried not to have any outward show of recognition of the name, but his insides twisted. The Reaper was her father. A dead serious man. But the enforcer of a club like the Iron Rebels needed to be that way. No soul, that’s how most that met him would describe him.
“What’s wrong?” She searched his eyes. He shook his head and plastered on a smile. She had already had a long day, and he needed her cooperation for the future plan.
“Nothing. I’ll ask around, see if anyone knows him, if that’s what you want.” He released her and went over to the dresser, trying to be as casual as he could manage, given the fact that his insides were shaking with rage and worry, a mixture completely foreign to him. Having the Reaper as a father-in-law wasn’t exactly on his to-do list, and having him as an enemy while his daughter carried Lucas’s baby didn’t make things any better for them, either.
“I don’t know what I want. Mom said she told him to stay away. But, maybe he’s a different man now. Maybe he was then, but she was too scared. Maybe she saw danger and ran away.” He didn’t miss the way her voice dipped when she spoke. Those were the same worries she held when she looked at their situation. Would she tell him to stay away at some point? Would she think it was better to have him gone from their kid’s life?
“I’ll ask. If I find him, you can decide then, okay?” He gave her a tight smile and ran his fingers through his hair. “Cherry’s coming over. Why don’t you girls rent a movie or something? Just relax. I’ll be home late, and I’m sure Cutter will probably come pick her up from here. The guys are just outside. If you need something, send one of them. Got it?” His hands were back on her arms, rubbing up and down.
“Got it.” Her smile was just as weak as he felt his own was, but he didn’t have time for a longer conversation. He was already dangerously close to not beating Clay to the meeting point. He kissed her again, a longer, lingering kiss, then headed out.
If her father had anything to do with tonight’s meeting, things wouldn’t go well— for anyone.
# # #
Josephine pulled her hair into a ponytail and slipped into some leggings and a sweater. Cherry was sitting downstairs, biting her nails, while Josephine finished showering and getting dressed.
“Hey, you want sausage or cheese on the pizza?” Cherry called up the stairs just as Josephine stepped out into the hallway.
“Either is fine,” she answered as she made her way down the stairs.
Cherry had straightened her hair but only wore a light layer of lip glass. She looked cuter than the sex kitten she’d met at the clubhouse.
“I’ll see what the bobsy twins want.” She laughed and poked her head out the front door to ask the guys.
“Maybe we should let them inside,” Josephine said offhandedly, walking through the living room to the kitchen.
The front door clicked closed, and the lock slid into place. Josephine thought it a little weird but didn’t comment, just went about getting the can of soda from the fridge she was after. With Lucas off doing whatever he was doing, she was free to indulge in the forbidden caffeinated drink. After swinging open the fridge with a mischievous smile, sure she was about to get away with something, her heart sank and her hope died. He’d replaced all the soda with fruit drinks and caffeine free soda, the bastard.
“When you order the pizza, can you order a two-liter of coke, too?” Josephine called out to Cherry and grabbed a bottle of orange juice to tide her over. No caffeine, but enough sugar to help keep her awake for a little while. “Cherry? Did you hear me?” She closed the fridge and twisted the cap off the drink before walking back into the living room.
“Josephine, wait...Don’t panic; it’s okay.” Cherry tried to rush to her, but a large hand gripped her hair and tugged her back.
The orange juice almost slipped through Josephine’s hand, but she managed to grip tighter and get her mind to focus just in time. “Clay.” She would have liked her voice to be just a bit firmer, but she didn’t seem to have a choice at the moment.
“It’s okay, Josephine,” Cherry said again, but her eyes didn’t have Josephine convinced. They were wide and full of fear. She tried to twist in Clay’s grasp to turn to him, but he only pulled her to his side, still holding her by her hair.
“What are you doing here?” Josephine looked toward the door she heard lock. “Are the boys still outside?” She looked to Cherry for that answer. The tears welling up in her eyes expressed the truth.
“Yeah, they’re out there.” Clay grinned, flashing fat teeth. “Their bodies anyway.”
Cherry groaned and again tried to pull free. Clay flicked his wrist, shoving her behind him. “Stay there.” He pointed a finger at her.
“What do you want?” Josephine took a sip of her orange juice. Her mouth had already gone dry, but more than that, she wasn’t about to show him any fear. She tried not to think about Croc and Zack lying dead out on the front lawn.
The sun had already gone down, and since she hadn’t heard any commotion out there, she doubted the neighbors heard or saw anything, either. Lucas had been gone almost an hour, and he hadn’t told her where he was going. Was he too far way to get back in time? Her phone—she’d left it on the nightstand upstairs in the bedroom.
“Just want to talk is all.” Clay shrugged.
“Not sure how I can help. Lucas was m
eeting you. Shouldn’t you be there instead of here, you know, talking to people who give a shit about what you want?” She took another sip, trying desperately to calm her stomach before she threw up on his shoes, not that she gave a fuck about his boots, but he would see it as a weakness.
“Oh, you have everything I want, Josephine. You just don’t get it yet.” His eyes narrowed, and his fat tongue ran over his bottom lip. She tried not to look as repulsed as she felt, but she wasn’t sure how successful she was.
“I have no idea what you and Lucas are up to, and I don’t care. I don’t know anything about club crap, and I don’t want to. So, whatever you’re doing here, it won’t work. I can’t tell you anything, and I really don’t feel like being intimidated right now.” She wanted to sit in the chair. Her knees were getting too wobbly trying to stand up to him.
