I shoved my hand up into his chest and he stopped.
“She loves you and you won’t come to me, so now she’s trained in the rod and cane.” I pushed him back. “Worship her for her sacrifice. She’ll need Epsom salt baths tomorrow and some more pain reliever. Tonight I knocked her out with whiskey, she’ll feel better tomorrow and be fine the next day.”
“She shouldn’t—”
“She did and will always do what you need because she loves you. Be happy.”
He ducked his head and gave me a wry smile. “Yeah, okay. And I hear congratulations are in order.”
“Thanks. Avery’s got it planned out, she’ll tell you all about it.” I kissed his cheek and waited while Rock gingerly scooped her out of my Mini and carried her inside. When I pulled out of the drive, I told myself to head back to Ardmore, but I turned the opposite way toward the clubhouse.
Chapter Nineteen
Jericho
A knock interrupted my review of Stork’s spreadsheet about our businesses. Stork spoke the language of money—an accountant who the Old Man had recruited fifteen years ago, I hadn’t been sure how loyal he was to the club, so I’d watched closer the past couple months.
I opened the door to find Marr dressed as every biker’s wet dream. Cropped, low-cut, red shirt that clung to every curve, bare belly that flashed with a pierced belly button, gazing lower to curve-hugging denim cut-offs that showed lots of her long legs before they ended in red fuck-me heels.
Son of a bitch. I drug her in and shoved the door closed.
“Missed you.” I backed her into the couch and pushed her down even as I removed her top to discover a black leather bra that stole my breath. Creamy white melon-sized tits spilled over the black leather. Two flicks and I had her bra undone and my mouth on her nipples. She arched up into me, rubbing against my growing erection. Fuck, I smelled her musky arousal and I wanted to taste her. I’d only left her this morning but I’d missed her all day.
I bit her breast and the little sadist bucked against me, wanting more pain. I made quick work of her button and fly so I could peel off those shorts, only to discover her bare mound exposed without even a G-string between us. With a tug, her shorts were below her knees. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs. With a kick, she freed herself from the denim and spread wide, giving me full access to lick her cream, moving up to her already engorged clit. She fisted fingers in my hair when I grazed her nub with my teeth. As I worried it between my teeth, she pumped her hips, panting for me.
“Fuck me.” Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling it tight. “Now.”
“Come.” I scraped her clit, loving the sweet taste of her. Grasping her ass, I pushed her closer for a better taste of her. I sucked her in as she pumped faster and faster until she bucked out of control.
“Give over, goddess.”
Her growl was my only answer. I freed my hand from her soft ass and squeezed her nipple, plucking in time with her frantic movement.
Her hands no longer tried to pull me away but pushed me closer, trapping me in her valley until my work was complete. I slid my remaining hand to the center of her ass, trailing down her crack until I found her pucker.
My body thrummed, alive with the adrenaline of pleasing Marr. Her sweet musk coated my nose and her body moved to the beat of my choosing. I toyed with her there on the edge, letting her understand I knew what she needed, which wasn’t a quick race to the end.
Her eyes fluttered closed and her hips ground against me as I pushed into her pucker.
“Oh my fucking god.”
I grinned, and bit her clit sending her screaming as she rode my finger and tongue, taking what she wanted with fierce command and not a single hesitancy—a fucking warrior. I broke the suction and rubbed her seam, letting her settle back to earth. I pushed to standing, fighting to get rid of the jeans that had become a barrier between us. Snatching a condom, I rolled it on before I pulled her to the floor with me and plunged into her still shuddering cunt.
“Fuck yeah.” She moaned and wrapped legs around my middle, squeezing me tight. I thrust into her, staring down into her bright green eyes. Mine. Each thrust marked her a bit more as my woman. Only mine.
My knees tightened, but I held back, no way we were done yet. Marr thrust up and rolled, next thing I’m falling, thud, I smacked into the carpeted floor, she fell atop me, grin wide.
“My turn.” Her wet cunt covered my length before her hand positioned me and she thrust down swiveling her hips as she went. Her fingernails dug deep into my chest. Fuck that was good.
I flicked her clit with my thumb, needing to see her go wild again, her total abandon addicted me—she gave everything to her climaxes—and I wanted to see three before we were done today.
Her hair fell back and she thrust those tits out, I pushed up and captured her sweet tit in my mouth. Her breath ragged, she bounced and the telling tension coiled inside her—then she exploded sending an earthquake of sensations down my cock and rushing through me. My hips tensed and balls tightened but I refused, absolutely refused, to let her off so easily. I wanted her exhausted from our exchange. I bit my cheek and pushed through her orgasm, focusing on her, her hair messed and hanging in her face, her chest heaving and nipples taut. She was a dark goddess free in the moment.
Bending low, she kissed me with a fierce possession that made my heart stutter and blood pump faster. I loved the way she claimed me, drove me to give her all I had even the bit I tried to keep, the part I gave no one.
She lifted up to my tip and turned so her ass faced me so she faced my feet. She pressed my cock back pressing it into her pucker and then pressed down.
“Fuck, Irish.” I panted, unable to suck in breath as her tight muscles clenched me.
“Hold out on me now, bucko.” She threw a grin over her shoulder and pressed down. “Damn, that’s right.”
I grabbed her hips, setting the pace—my body felt like a freight train blowing straight through all the signs to the end of the line. I pumped into her and she moaned. “Fuck, that’s good, more, harder.”
Unable to slow, I followed her commands. When her hands went to her tits I knew I was lost, I bucked into her and let the build race up me, shooting intense need from my toes up through tightened knees straight to my fucking balls and then I exploded, letting the orgasm ricochet through my body.
“Fuck me,” I bellowed.
Seconds later she followed me over but honestly I almost missed it because I came so hard. She let me slip out and lay down atop me. I clasped her breasts and held on tight as my body went from physical pleasure to emotional high. The woman wanted me as much as I had her, that was always a good thing.
She sighed and rolled to my side. “You never go easy. I like that, but soon, I’ll be teasing the orgasms from you, ace.”
“Sounds horrible.” I laughed at her serious tone. “How will I stand it?”
“Laugh now, but I’ll have ye beggin’.”
“Please, goddess, pleasure me until you can’t move,” I teased.
“Impossible man.” She brushed the hair out of my face. “Go clean up so we can talk.”
I frowned at her. “Why don’t you shower with me?”
She held out a hand and I tugged her up to wash my back. Much later we were clean and the hot water exhausted.
“Here.” I threw her one of my club T-shirts before I dressed in a similar one and put on a pair of Levi’s. Maybe fully dressed I could resist her body long enough to talk. Talking never signaled good times. She’d said yes, and I was holding her to her answer, no going back now.
My shirt was huge on her small body. She gathered up the loose material and tied it in a knot, showing off the shorts she’d put back on.
“What did you need?” I moved toward her but she hurried away.
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p; “You touch me and my brain quits working.” She held up a hand to stop me from coming closer.
“You eat anything?”
“Not since lunch with Avery. I had to bring her home and my car ended up here.”
“Why? She feeling okay?” I didn’t want her to relapse after all the shit she’d been through. Pixie was tough but everybody had their limits.
“Nope, she’s hurt, scheduled her session to learn the cane today.”
My brows lifted. “The cane?”
“What some people do in the name of love.” I looked away. “She was talking about property at lunch, and I decided I need to know what that means between us.”
This was not a conversation I wanted to have with her, but no way to avoid it now. It was one of a hundred details I’d hoped to discuss later or never.
“In the club, you’re my property—mine to protect, mine period.” I might just as well rip this bandage off, no way to make it sound better.
“You don’t expect me to obey?”
“I expect you not to top me again, like you did with Ren.” No doubt she would, it wasn’t in her to follow.
“And how angry will it make you if I don’t obey?”
“Ass-whipping mad most likely.” I’d loved turning her ass red last night. “You aren’t a Domme here, but no one will disrespect what’s mine.”
She stared at me a long minute, fire banked in her gaze. Then she blinked and it was gone. “I can live with that.” She grabbed her purse from the couch and headed for the door.
“Wait.” I hopped over a footstool to beat her to the door. “Where you going?”
“Home. I’ll see you Saturday for drunken tattoo games.”
“What?” She’d made no sense.
“Oh yeah, Avery hasn’t had time to tell you. Saturday we decided on tats and booze as the pre-party celebration. You think you can manage that?”
“Hell yeah.” I wanted her under my gun now. “But that doesn’t explain where you’re going?”
“Are you deaf?” She gave me that sassy lifted eyebrow. “Home. Your note said see me Sunday.”
“That was before you showed up here.” I backed her into the door. “I’m not letting you go, ever.” I bent and kissed her with soft nips that quickly escalated to the intense exchanges we always had, but I stepped back. “Now sit your ass down while I cook.”
“You cook?” She followed me toward the small kitchen—a stove and fridge and a couple cabinets.
“Do I look starved?” She insulted my survival skills. “Now you don’t get to pick dinner.” I only made three things worth eating—steak, hamburgers and the MJ casserole, we’d have steak and some grilled asparagus, and she better like asparagus. I wrapped the stalks with a generous amount of butter in foil then grabbed two steaks from the fridge. Throwing it all on a baking sheet, I headed out back to my smaller gas grill.
“How do you eat your steak?” I asked over my shoulder.
She’d followed me outside. “Medium rare.” She gazed up at the stars. “You can see so many more than in Ardmore.”
I wouldn’t notice if the stars tripled in the sky, I only had eyes for the woman in front of me. After I threw on the steaks and asparagus, I turned to Marr, pulling her close to me. I bent my head and inhaled the floral scent of her shampoo. “You feel right in my arms, well all but this tiny waist. Tell me about that.”
She bristled and stepped away. “You did not just say that.”
“I never jacked off to Barbie. And that ain’t natural.” I knew waist training when I saw it.
“My Master put me in a waist trainer when I joined the house at sixteen—a tight one. I wore it until I left a Master at twenty-two.”
“Your waist couldn’t have been that small, even then.”
“It wasn’t, but now it is. I’ve let it go quite a bit, maybe gained three inches.” She crossed her arms. “He liked Barbie—at least for me. Anything else you want to bitch about?” Her sharp tone tried to flay me.
I flipped the steaks, staying quiet. “How many broken ribs?” I’d known women who’d done this to their body but it pissed me off someone forced her to do it.
“Four.” The back door banged shut.
I flipped my package of veggies and wondered if she had left. Soon I heard her feet on the tile floor and she was back outside.
I turned.
She had a bottle of Jameson in hand, taking another swig. “Any other nosy questions?”
“Nah, don’t want you to crack that bottle over my head.” I chuckled and removed the steaks from the grill. “Let’s eat in the main room.”
She walked ahead of me down the hall and I appreciated the way her ass swayed. She was untamed and that turned me on like nothing ever had. I set down the steaks and retrieved plates and silverware from the big kitchen.
“Looks like you collected the orphans from every bar in the state.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Not far from true. The Old Man was always hauling back tables he found at a sale. But it works. You want anything else?”
“A water.”
I got a water for her and a Bud for me before I cut into my hot steak. Perfect redness and it smelled delicious. I forked the first bite into my mouth, savoring the flavors.
“You cook good steak.” Her gaze turned serious. “Tell me something about you. I don’t know a damn thing about you.”
I hated the idea, but I did want to know her better too.
“Tell me about your father.” She went for the jugular.
“The Old Man claimed me, but he swore MJ fucked around and that he or Renegade could be my dad. Let’s say it made for a fucked up childhood.” I opened the bottle she’d left on the table and drank straight from it, bypassing my beer. “I used the Old Man’s drug problem to force him out of the Brotherhood, now I’ll use whatever I can to do the same to Renegade. You could say I’m not big on family.” I hated thinking about my fucked up past. And the pisser was that even knowing I’d done the right thing, it bothered me, made me feel dirty to have blackmailed the Old Man. “Tell me about your dad.”
She drank down whiskey and frowned. “In jail, fifty years for armed robbery—went in when I was fourteen. His crew shot a guard in a bank deal gone wrong. Left me alone in L.A., just a year after we moved here from Ireland. At sixteen, I joined a dungeon as a slave.” Her voice held no inflection, flat and matter-of-fact. Those two years on the streets of L.A. had to be bad but I’d never ask about it.
“We have more in common than I thought.” I hated thinking of her alone in L.A. with no one and nothing. I’d always had the club as family even if my biological one was fucked up.
“Why did you say yes?” Fuck, not the question I’d planned to ask, but the one I wanted answered so bad it burned deep inside me.
She snorted. “You challenge me.” Then she fell silent a long minute. “Alpha Doms, like you, trip all my triggers and something about the way this club pulls together reminds me of home in Ireland before my Ma got sick and Da went crazy. There I belonged. Maybe I hope to belong here.”
I cleared the emotion blocking my throat—that was some brutal honesty. “You belong with me, with the Brotherhood. We’re closer than a family and loyal.” I met her gaze. “You will always have a place here.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Sucking in a deep breath, I considered the beautiful woman in front of me. She was loyal, a necessity, smart and no pushover—my perfect match. “Tell me about your mom.”
“She died, we moved.” Her clipped answer showed the raw wound still festering where her mother was concerned.
“That shit sucks because she sounds like the good kind of family. I’ve never had that with the biological ones anyway.” MJ was far from motherly and she was the best of the bunch.
“Tell me about your mom. She stayed away from Bound.” She pushed her empty plate to the side and grasped my hand.
“She is the Old Man’s old lady—queen of the club, everything else was a distant second. He never forgave her for betraying him with Renegade and took out his frustration with his fists on both of us at least until I was big enough to hit back.” I remembered the beatings and the night they’d stopped. “She wasn’t my mother, not ever, because if it came down to it, she picked the club over everything else.”
“My dad was like that, he needed the adrenaline high more than he needed a family, always did. But after Mom died he just went batshit crazy and brought me along for the ride.”
“I’m a true bastard, so I’m warning you now. I never want to hurt you but with my history I’m not sure I can do anything else.” I looked away, feeling exposed saying those words. It was like I gave her an out. One I couldn’t afford, yet I’d still done it.
“Look at me,” she commanded in her Domme voice.
Heart pounding fast inside me, I forced myself to meet her gaze.
“I’m no pushover, I’ll kick your ass if you get out of line.” She was dead serious. “Neither of us are easy and we both will likely test the other limits.” She paused, eyes settling with a certainty I hadn’t seen before. “I’m good with that.”
“Me too.” I pushed the words past my constricted throat. She was quickly becoming everything to me and that had to stop. I refused to be trusted with another person’s affection. In fact, I denied myself this very thing for so long that I was a dying man at an oasis, wanting to gorge myself. And last time I’d done that the girl ended up dead.
Her eyes softened and I melted a bit more. I cupped her cheek, needing to touch her. She leaned into my hand and the ice in my chest cracked. I refused to let it thaw, but maybe just a bit of her had found its way inside, making me better for it.
With a smile, she sat back and emotion filled her cat eyes—I didn’t dare ask what emotion because I feared the answer. Down deep I was a coward, afraid of the damage I did when I loved someone. MJ suffered, Layla suffered, I wouldn’t cause Marr to suffer. She was tough, like my closest brothers, but I wasn’t out of control with them, not like I was with her.
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