His Honey

by Leah Sharelle

  “Get there, Honey, get there,” I ordered her. As I felt the tremble start in my legs, I knew I was losing the battle, and it wouldn’t be too much longer before I lost the use of them. I took one hand off my prize and placed it on her clit, rubbing it in slow, lazy circles the way I knew she liked. She had better come soon, for fuck’s sake.

  “Baby, yes.” She breathed, and one of her hands fell from the wall to join mine on her pussy.

  “Stella, yesss,” I groaned all in one long word. Fuck, I loved it when she did shit like that. Her finger pushed against my cock and slipped into her hot, slick channel right alongside my dick. Well, the tip of her finger since my cock was thick, and her pussy was tight as fuck, so there wasn’t much room in there, but the effort was much appreciated. She began to rub along her lips as my finger continued its assault on her clit.

  “Booth, now, oh God, it’s happening,” she screamed, but there was no need for the pre-warning. I felt it happening as her core muscles clenched me hard, and suddenly, there was the feeling of hot liquid spreading over my dick, which pushed me over the edge to join her in orgasmic bliss.

  “Fucking heaven.” I breathed against her back. It was lucky we had a wall in front of us because my whole body’s weight sagged against her, but I couldn’t bloody move. This woman undid me every single time. My hand still held her breast, and I’d deliberately kept my hand on the one with the lump. Stella needed to understand that it really didn’t disgust me. I hated that it was there, I hated what it could represent, but I would never hate her or find her any less sexy because of it. My cock slipped from her hold, and the wetness of our releases was all over me. I turned Stella around to face me. Her eyes were still dilated, and a halo of sexual gratification surrounded her. “Did you get that, Honey? Did you get that you are it for me? Did you get that I can’t get enough of you and never will be able to?” I asked her, my grey eyes meeting her pretty hazel eyes.

  “Yeah, baby, I get it.” And that was it.

  ***

  “Mornin’, Pres,” Seb greeted me. He was leaning against the front counter with Vegas, and both of them were enjoying a cup of coffee before the doors opened for the day.

  Most mornings, Seb opened, and one of the club’s girls, usually Vegas, worked the counter. Darth had issues with her working at the strip club and the Bar and Grill. Her beauty was so in your face, he worried about the unwanted attention she received. Bloody stupid big prick. If he opened his eyes and claimed the woman, everyone would then know she belonged to him and no one else.

  “Mornin’,” I replied, gratefully accepting the offered tall coffee from Vegas. I needed coffee injected intravenously today. I finally got Stella settled down after a weekend of sex, sex, and more sex. Not that I was complaining, mind you, but fuck me, my cock was raw. The main thing was Stella was in a better frame of mind now. We were in this together, and she was now sporting a big, sexy love bite over her lump, and I would keep doing it until that fucker was gone and out of her. Sucking on those beauties wasn’t a hardship.

  “Booth, we have a problem,” Seb said. He looked a bit anxious like I was not going to like what he had to say.

  Pinching the bridge of my nose, I readied myself for a long, shitty day. “Of course, we do. What is it?” I was getting fucking tired of these so-called problems that kept popping up.

  “The shop’s Class 3 dealer’s licence has been suspended.” He delivered the blow as he backed away.

  “The fuck you say,” I shouted and winced when I saw Vegas flinch and back closer to Seb. Fuck! I didn’t mean to scare her, but this was not good news. This was a gun shop, and I needed to operate at full capacity. My Class 3 licence allowed me to not only sell guns and parts but also sell ammunition. I still had Class 1 and 2 licences, so selling guns was no problem, but without Class 3, I couldn’t sell the ammunition. Selling guns without ammo was fucking pointless.

  “Also—”

  “There’s more?” For fuck’s sake.

  “Yeah, the Environment Protection Authority sent us an email to inform us we are in breach of the ‘gunshot noise guidelines.’ They will be here in half an hour for a full walk-through and testing.”

  Holy shit, what was going on? Although I already knew, I didn’t need my gut to tell me this was the work of Rogue. How was the only question I needed an answer to—well, that and why?

  I knew the property was in full compliance with the law and council by-laws, so that issue was the least of my worries. The licence suspension was the biggest worry. That shit would take days to fix, and I didn’t have days. I had customers who wanted their weapons to come with ammunition.

  “Get Ford over here on the double. Then call Steel and tell him what is going on. I want all the brothers on alert at the other businesses. This son of a bitch picked the wrong day to piss me off.” I took a deep breath as I punched in my security pin to let me behind the counter. We all had our own code so no one else could let you back. If you didn’t know your own code, you were shit out of luck. I walked over to Vegas on my way to the back and stopped to drop a kiss on the top of her head.

  “Sorry about that, beautiful,” I whispered to her, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze as I passed by her. I had always looked after the girls of my club, and this shit with this guy wasn’t supposed to be touching them. So far, I had done a piss-poor job of protecting them from it.

  “It’s okay, sweetie. I understand,” she replied softly, but I could hear the tension in her voice.

  I made a mental note to talk to Stella about her and her flock having a girl’s day out. Spa or some shit like getting their nails done or something waxed. They would have a detail on them, but for the most part, they would be able to let rip and have a fun day. My honey and her girls needed to de-stress. With the amount of sex I had been having lately, I should be boneless by now. I entered my office, shook off all thoughts of my well-satisfied cock, and focused on getting shit back on track. The boisterous greeting of Ford in the front signalled he was here to go through our permits. Satisfied that progress would be made, I got ready for a day of paperwork, phone calls, and some serious arse kissing.

  ***

  “Sorry about this, Booth, but when there is a complaint, I have to act on it straightaway.”

  I shook Tim’s hand. We had worked together since Deck and I started up the gun shop and range, and he was a good bloke as far as local council guys went, fair and willing to work with you with any issue that arose.

  “All good, mate. Thanks for sorting it out so quickly for us. I have a big competition coming up next week, and I need the outdoor range running with no hassles.” I walked him to the door and watched him punch in his visitor’s code that let him out.

  “Righto, I will file my report as soon as I get back to the office, but as far as the council is concerned, you are good to go from today on.” With one last shake, I turned and let Vegas see our guest out. One problem down, one big fucking problem left. My phone pinged in my pocket with a text alert. Hoping it was Stella replying to my text from about thirty minutes ago—I’d texted her about the girl’s day idea and wanted her input—I pulled it from my pocket. She usually replied straightaway and her late reply has had me on edge.

  My honey: That is a great idea, baby! The girls are all excited!

  Me: Good, get a day and time locked down and organise it.

  My honey: Already have, handsome, tomorrow at 11a.m. Will I see you soon?

  Oh, fuck, I wished. Sinking balls deep into my woman would be good about now, but the police were on their way for a licencing check. The cop I spoke to was good friends with Jason, so he was aware of the problems we had been having lately with the strip club and was only too happy to help get the issues taken care of today. We had to send a few people away with a weapon and no ammo, which didn’t make them happy, but Seb had calmed them down and offered them all a fifty-dollar gift voucher off their next purchase, which was a cost we were going to have to absorb, but it was worth it.

 
; Me: Sorry, Honey. It looks like I’m here for a few more hours.

  My honey: Okay, baby, I miss you, love you, and will be waiting. XOXO

  God, I loved this woman.

  Me: Love you too, Honey. XO See you soon.

  I put my phone back into my pocket, and I smiled at my response to her. Big, bad Booth, president of the Wounded Souls MC, sending an xo in a message to his girlfriend.

  ***

  The compound was in full swing by the time I got back.

  Four hours with the police and paperwork, and we found it to be a computer error, but on whose part? No one would admit to it. Ford was not happy to take any blame. His job keeping the club’s permits current and up to date was first class in my opinion, and it seemed that way to the police by the end of the gruelling session with them. So computer error it was agreed. We could sell ammo again, and the noise shit was all settled, so the gun shop and range were all set to go.

  Now my only focus was getting to my woman. I needed her taste on my lips again after nine hours without it.

  I spotted her on the dance floor area, dancing with Mia and Rainn, her hips gyrating in those tight-as-fuck jeans she insisted on pouring herself into. Fuck, she looked like sin in them.

  “Pres, you want a drink?” Mannix held up a bottle of cool amber liquid covered in droplets of condensation. My mouth watered, but my eye was on another prize—a hot, sexy, sassy, blonde prize that had a to-die-for body.

  “Hold that thought, brother,” I said and gave a chin lift in the direction I was heading, and when he looked that way, he chuckled and put the drink back in the bucket of ice for me. I ignored everyone around me as I threaded my way through the people milling around the pool table. I watched as Stella tensed and stopped dancing, her body on alert. Yeah, she knew I was close. This woman consumed my every thought, and I used to laugh at Deck for his lack of control where Teach was concerned. He’d warned me that, when I found the other half of my heart, I would be the same. Of course, I’d scoffed at him at the time. But I fell and fell hard. Thank God for that.

  “Honey, your arse looks amazing in these jeans,” I told her as I wrapped my arms around her from behind, loving the way she instantly relaxed against me, her hands closing over mine, which were resting on her lower belly.

  “Hi, baby.” She breathed and pushed her head back against my neck to look up at me. “Booth, you look tired,” Stella scolded me, and her concern for me warmed my heart.

  I was tired, fucking tired in fact. Telling Stella about my nightmares and the reason for Ingrid being in my room at night hadn’t been a miracle cure. A few times, I had woken in a cold sweat and jumped out of bed in a panic, worried that I was going to scare her in some way, but she had been great about it. She got me back into bed where she held my head to her breast and stroked my hair until I fell asleep again, and it helped a bit. My sleeping had been static at best. I hadn’t had a full night sleep since we started sharing a bed. Stella had offered to sleep in another room so I could get better sleep, and she had even said she would be okay with Ingrid coming back. Damn, when she’d said that, my heart nearly exploded, but I couldn’t bear the thought of her not sleeping in the same bed as me. And the thought of another woman in my room made me sick. We had never shared a bed, Ingrid and I, but it would still feel like cheating.

  Instead, I have had a few therapy sessions with a good military doctor. He understood PTSD and was slowly helping me navigate my dreams and the guilt I felt. I’d asked Stella to come to some of my sessions, and she had just sat in there with me holding my hand while I spoke of the worst day of my life. Her unwavering support meant more to me than I could ever possibly say. I wasn’t going to say I enjoyed talking about all the shit that went down in the desert, but the nightmares weren’t as frequent, so that had to say something.

  “Honestly, I am stuffed, Honey, but seeing you, having you in my arms at the end of a shitty day, makes all my exhaustion goes away,” I told her honestly. I might sound like a sissy girl, but who gave a fuck. I had waited my whole life for a woman like Stella to call me on my shit and love me for me, warts and all.

  I turned Stella in my arms, and she raised her arms and wrapped them around my neck, her sexy body pressing closer to mine. My cock rose to attention as he felt her heat through her denim and mine.

  “Dance with me, baby,” she cooed, her hips swaying seductively against my lower body, and my cock came to full attention, all signs tiredness dissipating. “Cool your jets, handsome. I want to dance, have a drink or two, and then after we mingle, I want to ride my man, but not until he takes me against the bedroom door and then in the shower. Think you can handle that, baby?” She grabbed my earlobe between her teeth and gave it a small tug. And there it was, my reason for living, breathing, and surviving. My honey.

  “Yeah, I reckon I can handle that,” I answered just as I lowered my lips and got my taste of heaven.

  ***

  “Fuck it! This is going to shit pretty quickly. We need to call for more reinforcements.”

  “All communication is cut off, and there is no response from the base. We have to hold them off—there is no other choice.” Fuck. What a clusterfuck this is. For three days, we have been on a mission that went badly, but we achieved our objective, and now, on the way back to base, we were ambushed. Our ammo is lower than shit, and my men are not at their best. Three days of little sleep and two firefights will do that to you. Mannix is at the front of the group, firing at anything that moves, and Deck and Steel are doing the same.

  “Lieutenant, we got to get some cover. We are fucking sitting ducks out here,” Creed yells at me, and the crazy look in his eyes concerns me a bit. He came back from R and R too quickly. He should have stayed home and not asked to come back. He said he needed a distraction from the nightmare he found himself in back home, but I worry he is going to go postal on me. Fuck, there are too many variables here, and civilians are too close to us and could get caught in our crossfire. But my men are my main concern.

  A huge explosion rocks the ground, and suddenly, everyone is yelling and screaming.

  “Take cover,” I order as loud as I can, the noise of gunfire and explosions swallowing my voice.

  It all happens in slow motion. I hear Deck scream no, but as I try to get to him, another explosion pushes me to the ground. The sound of groaning and crying from my left grabs my attention. Oh, fuck no, no, no!

  “Carson,” I scream, scrambling to my feet. I rush to the crumpled body of my younger brother. My mind doesn’t comprehend as I pull him onto my lap and wonder why he is limp and wet. I frantically look all around me and hear the hum of tanks in the distance. Thank fuck, here comes the cavalry. My men—are they okay? Looking for them, I see Mannix, and his face is covered in blood, and his eye looks like it’s missing. He is ripping open Creed’s shirt, which is also covered in blood, but he is talking and moving. Deck has scrambled to Steel. Oh, God, not Steel! He is slumped on the ground, and his leg looks all wrong. Blood is pooling on the ground by him, but Deck is looking at me, his mouth moving as he yells something at me. His eyes are crazy wild as his gaze drops to Carson, and looking down, I don’t believe what I see. I am holding Carson’s arm, but it isn’t attached to his body. What the fuck? It is only now I see that my brother is dead. His lifeless body is sitting on me, but his arm and leg aren’t attached, and there is a huge hole in the middle of his chest and throat. The wet is his blood. It’s all over me, and flesh, his flesh is on me.

  “Carson, wake the fuck up,” I scream, shaking him, trying to get some sort of reaction from him. He has to wake up, he has to! I promised Mum I would bring him home safe and in one piece. But as I look down, I see that my brother is in pieces and dead. I keep shaking him. I can’t stop it. His insides shake out onto my lap, and I start crying.

  “Booth, Booth, stop it. Booth.”

  Warm hands travelled over my face, soft, familiar, and soothing.

  “Baby, I’m here. Wake up, baby, wake up for me.”
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br />   Baby. There was only one person who called me that. Stella. Her voice was soft and worried. Why was Stella worried? I snapped my eyes opened. The darkness of the room was gone, and the lamp beside the bed was on. I searched the room and found that I was on the floor against the wall. I was still naked, and so was Stella. She was kneeling in front of me, tears streaming down her beautiful face.

  “Honey, why are you crying?” Then it finally dawned on me. I had a nightmare of that day, and Stella saw it, and by her reaction, she saw the worst of them. Fuck!

  34

  STELLA

  “Baby, I’m here. Wake up, baby, wake up for me.” I woke up to the most gut-wrenching sound of Booth crying and sobbing. When I turned on the bedside lamp, I couldn’t see him in the bed. He was down on the floor, naked and curled into himself, his face damp with his tears. It only took me a few seconds to figure out what was going on, but to hear him cry… no, scream out his brother’s name in his sleep, yelling that he was holding his own brother’s torn-off limbs in his arms was heart-shattering. So I waited and just held his face in my hands, crooning to him until he came back to me—which he did, thank God. But when he got back into bed with me, after a lot of coaxing on my part, he refused to talk about it. He just held me in a tight embrace and stayed awake for the rest of the night.

  ***

  I turned around and pushed my head back so the hot water washed my head and hair. I left Booth in bed after he finally fell asleep an hour ago, and I didn’t want him to wake up until he had some rest. I had the spa day with the girls today, and I had two minds not to go. It didn’t seem right to go off and have a fun day after the events of last night or, should I say, the early hours of this morning.

  “You are going, Stella. End of story.”

  I let out a shriek at Booth’s voice. “Holy hell, handsome. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I grabbed my chest and tried to calm my breathing. He was gloriously naked. Booth motioned for me to step deeper into the shower stall so he could get in with me. Hmm, yes, please.