“Tatiana just tell him you’re okay,” ZZ growls.
“Fine! I’m fuckin okay. Now stop following me around and get back to your date!” She growls, looking around for Alice, I guess. “There she is. Now leave me the hell alone!” And she stomps off.
“She’s pretty mad. Is that his girlfriend?” Alice whispers beside me.
“Nope,” I answer taking a drink of my beer. This shit is entertaining. You would think the drama would bother Winter because it’s her wedding, but when I look over at her, she’s just smiling and shaking her head. She’s one cool bitch.
“Well I guess I’m gonna head out. This is too much drama for me,” Alice says standing up.
I laugh and just wave.
***
Chapter 13
Part Two
Winter
I’m sitting next to my husband.
MY HUSBAND!
I love the sound of that. Braxxon and I are watching the drama unfold with Tatiana and Shadow. The dude had it coming.
“I hope she smacks him good a few times,” I laugh, taking a sip of my wine.
Braxxon jerks me and my chair closer towards him, and starts nuzzling my neck. “Why do you hope that?” He murmurs against my skin, causing goose bumps to trickle along my arms.
“He’s basically leading her on. Actions and words can seriously be misconstrued if a person isn’t careful. The little fucker acts like he cares one moment and the next he doesn’t want nothing to do with her, so when he brings a date, she has every right to push him far away.” I grumble, setting my wine glass down, waiting for my reception to begin.
“My wise wife,” he chuckles, intertwining our hands.
I scowl at his smartassery.
“Just because it’s our wedding night doesn’t mean I have to give you any pussy, just so you know.” I say raising my left eyebrow. Pointed looks hardly work with this man; I don’t know why I try.
“Angel,” he growls. “Don’t play games with me on my wedding night.”
Really? I want to laugh.
“Don’t growl at me, you beast. Don’t get smart with me,” I hiss. “I’m not one of your little Breakneck brothers. I’m your wife now.” I take another sip of my wine. It’s so delicious and expensive. The taste almost makes up for the cost.
“Don’t threaten me with takin’ my pussy from me and we’ll have a happy marriage.”
I sputter my wine.
“Oh good, as long as we’re clear…”
His fingers edge up to the pressure point on my wrist, and he growls. “Do I need to take my wife to our new bedroom?”
Leave our reception. Yes, please!
“Maybe?”
He stands quickly, knocking over his chair, jerking me up into a bridal style carry, and starts taking off into the building.
“What about our reception?” I squeal, kicking playfully.
“To hell with the reception, I need to fuck my wife.”
***
Braxxon
I can’t wait till I can get inside of her.
MY WIFE!
Fuck! Never thought I’d see the day I’d get married. She looks so fuckin beautiful. My Angel in red. Her hair is curly, sitting on top of her head just the way I love it. Her red dress hugs her sexy body tightly, and poufs out at the bottom. I wonder if I’ll be able to get it off her.
I take off up the stairs in the new building in search of our new room. We still have the shittastic one in the clubhouse, but Angel went all out for the room she’s gonna be stuck in when we’re on lockdowns like we are right now.
I reach the door handle, and it’s locked.
What the fuck?
“Oh shit, here.” Angel says digging into the top of her dress.
I smirk. “Why is our door locked, Angel?”
“It’s our damn room. Right now, this is our home. You always lock your home up.” She says matter of fact. “Besides, the house the girls and I we were gonna live in is no longer an option with the hit, and now we’re married, so all of my shit is here.”
I take the key from my wife and unlock the door without putting her down. I’m a biker, but I ain’t stupid. I know I gotta carry my woman over the threshold.
I’m in no hurry, so I shut the door quietly and walk her over to our new bed, gently setting her down.
Angel leans back on her elbows, watching my every move carefully.
I love when she looks at me like that. Like I’m her entire world. That I’m the reason she didn’t give up. But I know the truth. I may be her entire world, but my Angel didn’t give up because she’s Angel and she’s so fuckin strong.
Without taking my eyes off her, I unbutton my tuxedo jacket and slowly slip it off and toss it on a plush chair she has sitting next to the window.
I drag my suspenders down and let them hang, and I unbutton my white shirt and un-tuck it.
“Don’t take it off,” she whispers.
I grin and start undoing my pants. When I start to lower them, she shakes her head no. I cock my head to the side, confused as to what she wants. She sits up and trails her beautiful hand along my scar, and I gulp. This intense feeling would’ve scared the shit outta me a few months ago. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have let a woman touch me so intimately. But that was a few months ago; that was before my Angel. That was before I fell in love, and that was before I got married.
Her hands lace themselves along my spine, and she jerks me to her, her lips coming down on my chest along my scar. I groan, throwing my head back; every touch from her sizzles my skin, catching it on fire.
“Ya tebya Lyublyu,” she murmurs against my skin. “I love you.”
I love when she tells me she loves me in Russian; it does crazy things to me.
My hands roam up her bare arms and into her hair as I push her back against the bed. I whisper ‘I love you’, letting the words linger. I can’t wait to have babies with this woman.
“Angel,” I murmur, kissing her jaw.
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“Where’s your birth control pills?”
She points. “In the nightstand,” she whispers. “Why?”
I edge off the bed and open the drawer, snagging up the pills. I walk to the trashcan, toss them, and return to my Angel in red.
“Braxx?” She says my name in a questionable manner.
“No more, baby. Our life may be shit, but we can make it better,” I say honestly.
“Are you sure? Because our life is dangerous, Braxx.”
I slide my hand up her right leg, locating the gun strapped to her thigh, and I unclasp the holster and slide it off.
“I’m sure Angel.” I answer as I place her gun on the nightstand.
“Okay,” she laughs and my eyes snap to hers.
“Yeah?”
I honestly thought she might fight me on this. Everything is still so new and fresh.
“Yeah,” she breathes, pulling me down on top of her by my suspenders. “Let’s make a baby.”
I shiver. Fuck do I shiver. Suddenly I find myself in a hurry. No more going slow for me. I start frantically lifting her poufy fuckin dress outta my way. No panties. I love my Angel. She’s so fucking smart.
***
Winter
My dress is hiked up to my hips, and I watch as my hot sexy ass biker husband unzips his tuxedo pants and free his large delicious cock. After he’s free, he grabs my ankles and drags me to the end of the bed, entering me slowly, causing us both to moan out in pleasure. He picks me up and carries me over to the wall, turning my back against it. Oh, yes! I love when he gets like this. My dress even provides some cushion against my back.
“Put one of your legs on the ground and wrap the other one around my waist, Angel.”
His voice is smooth, careful, precise, and full of want.
I nod my okay and do as he instructs. I have no idea where this is going now; all I know is my insides are pulsating against him, and I need him to move.
But I do wonder wh
y he doesn’t wanna be in our bed. “Braxx, why against the wall?”
One of his hands wrap around my neck and he presses our foreheads together, his gray eyes forcing my gold ones to his.
“The first time we’re in that bed, Angel, we’re gonna be fully naked. We don’t have time for fully naked right now, baby.”
I melt.
“Okay, can you move now, please?” I beg. I can’t take it no more. I want and need him so damn bad.
He pulls back slowly until his cock is barely in me and rams into me fast, causing me to moan. His eyes hold mine, not letting me free. He’s seizing me again. He wants me to remember this exact moment, just like the first time he seized me. His every move inside of me is done for that purpose and that purpose alone. Braxxon pushes me harder against the wall, pumping into me faster as his hand grips tighter around my neck. My heel digs into his ass as my other one presses harder against the floor.
His other hand moves to my thigh wrapped around his hip, and he digs his fingers in deep as his body continues to thrust into mine. Sweat drips from his forehead as his teeth clench tightly together. His lip piercings bite into his lips, his eyes still laced with mine, and something shifts inside me. He’s my forever demon, and I’m his forever Angel. The knowledge that he’ll be the only man that will ever hold me, kiss me, love me again makes me weak in the knees.
My body starts shaking. The orgasm he’s building inside of me is intense and strong, different from all the other times.
“Braxx,” I moan.
“Let it come, baby.” He whispers, his fingers on both hands gripping me hard as he thrusts into me quickly. Our release comes together, our moaning and panting loud and unfiltered.
When he catches his breath, he smiles at me, and my heart warms and slows to a steady pace.
“Breakneck.” I say.
He groans smashing his lips to mine, making everything right in our fucked up world.
***
Chapter 14
Part One
It’s a Breakneck Reception
Shadow
God dammit! She pisses me off! We’re not fuckin together! Jealousy does look hot on her though. I slide my shades over my eyes, tilting the bottle of bourbon to my lips. Got to hand it to Winter; she thinks of everything, even an outside bar in the courtyard for her wedding.
I’m standing in the corner, leaning up against the concrete wall with one leg propped up and the other on the ground, just watching T. She looks so much like a fucking good girl and that usually doesn’t do anything for me. When girls look prissy and too good for anyone else, my dick wants to rip its self-off and run the other way.
She turns her head like she’s looking for someone. I almost smile, but I don’t. I just watch as she continues to seek me out. Her eyes finally land on me. She’s scowling, and her father seated next to her just follows her line of sight towards me, shaking his head in laughter. Glad that fucker thinks this shit is funny because it’s really not. When ZZ looks away, I crook my finger at T and gesture for her to come to me. She shakes her head no, and I crook it at her again. Finally, she relents and stands up, making her way towards me. I need to make sure we’re good.
“Shadow,” she sighs. “I don’t wanna do this with you right now, please?”
Her voice is sad. I don’t like it.
“I just wanna know if you’re alright, babe. That’s all.”
T exhales and leans up against the wall beside me. She’s quiet for what seems like forever before she starts talking.
“I don’t get it Shadow. I just don’t. I know the kinda shit you’re into, and I’m okay with that. Really I am. So what the hell is the problem? Don’t bullshit me either.”
She’s just so honest when she’s talking to me. But it pisses me off that she doesn’t get it.
“Jesus, T! What the fuck is it that you want from me? Huh? I ain’t anyone special, darlin. You think you know me, baby. But I can’t stress this enough. You. Know. Nothing. About. Me!”
I watch as my harsh words sink in. Her fingers dig into the concrete wall before her palms smack it hard and she flings her body away, practically running inside.
“Fuck! Dammit, T, get back here,” I yell, running after her.
***
ZZ
I watch my daughter run inside the damn building. I know Shadow probably just told her how it is. My ass is staying the fuck outta of it. He hasn’t hurt her. My daughter can be a little sensitive to the truth of things. It woulda been nice to hear that conversation though if this music wasn’t being blasted so fuckin loud.
I light a smoke and look for Storm, my juicy Apple. Where the hell did she go? I push outta my seat and start looking for her. I get stopped several times by friends shooting the shit, and I find myself so damn frustrated because I want to find Storm.
When their attention is focused on another conversation having nothing to do with me, I bail out. I head inside. I search the entire first floor and have no luck finding her. When I start heading up the stairs, I hear her giggling. I find her standing by one of the windows overlooking the courtyard with none other than our fuckin lawyer. Who fuckin invited this prick? I turn around before she can see me and head downstairs for a bottle of whiskey. After I snag one, I head back up the steps, taking a seat a few steps from the top of the stairwell, light a smoke, and start drinking. Their voices are murmurs. I wish Tatiana would cut their conversation with one of her rants at Shadow, but I didn’t see them. So I have to sit here and wait, wondering what the fuck their talking about.
“You okay, man?”
I look up to find Rap.
“Yep. Fuckin peachy or whatever,” I shrug, taking another draw of my cigarette.
“You know what’s nice about being fresh to the patch, ZZ? When I was just a little ol’ prospect, I saw things. Anything you might wanna shoot across me?”
I nod my head in the direction up the stairwell. Rap takes a few steps up, crooking his head around the corner, and backs up. His hand lands on my shoulder and he squeezes. “You’re good.” And he leaves just like that. What the fuck?
What to do?
I don’t know how much time passes, but most of the whiskey is gone and I have a pile of cigarettes snuffed out on the label I peeled off of the damn bottle. I’m half past gone when Storm and Randy make their way down the steps. I hear her mumble that she’ll talk to him later, and she takes a seat next to me.
“Mason?”
I bang my head against the wall and close my eyes. Why the hell does she do that? Say my name like that?
She leans her head on my shoulder. My eyes fly open, and I look down at her. She’s so small. I sit up straight and pick her up, forcing her legs to straddle my waist, her dress rising with the move. We say nothing. We just sit there on the steps, my hands trailing up and down her smooth thighs, our eyes locked.
The look in her blue eyes mirrors how I feel. Confused.
Her small hands move to my tuxedo jacket and she starts unbuttoning it. I’m speechless, stunned, and afraid to move because she might change her mind. My breathing picks up as she slides it back, forcing it to fall on the step behind me. Storm unclips my tie from my white shirt, and she runs her fingers up my suspenders to the top of my shoulders, dropping them so that they hang on my sides. She snatches up my white button up shirt, dragging it outta my pants, but when her fingers graze my skin, it’s all I can stand, and I slowly flip her around so that she’s lying on the steps. I bunch her dress in my hands and slide it up gently, exposing her silk black panties. She looks like a fuckin dream right now. Some of her curls hanging in her face, her red poufy dress wrapped around her waist, her feet clad in the sexiest black fuck me heels propped up on the step next to my knees.
She watches me as I roam her body with my eyes, I barely notice her jerk my tie until I start falling down on top of her. I let my mouth fall to hers. Her kisses start out slow until I run my arm under her body and jerk her into me, arching her back. She moans into my mouth, a
nd that small beautiful fuckin sound is my undoing. I free my cock from my pants, never letting her go as I nudge her panties to the side and slide into her. I groan, and she whimpers. Fuck! I forgot to warn her about my Jacobs ladder. I break my mouth away from hers, and I pull out just enough so that she can see it.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” she whispers.
“You sure?” I croak. Fuck! I hope she’s sure.
Just to prove it, she grabs my cock and forces it into her pussy. She’s so tight and warm.
***
Storm
Mason nudges my panties to the side and slides into me without giving me a warning of his size. He groans, and I whimper. He stiffens and pulls out, showing me the cause of my whimpers. Oh my! It’s a fuckin Jacobs’s ladder. But I don’t want him to stop.
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” I promise him in a whisper.
“You sure?” he croaks, his voice strained.
I don’t say anything else; I just wrap my hand around his cock and force him back inside of me. It feels so damn good. I know this doesn’t mean anything. I know this won’t come to anything, but I’m going to feel it for now. Feel like it is. His arm snagged around my waist pulls on me tighter as he continues to move inside of me slowly. Each trust so slow, I can feel each metal barbell against my walls. I tighten myself around him because it feels too good not too. He groans and his lips come down on mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, wrapping around mine in a frenzied dance. I whimper when his speed picks up and he begins sucking on my tongue. I cry inside of his mouth when my head bangs against a step. I don’t need to say anything; it’s like he knows what happened because he picks me up and flips us back over without ever leaving my body and now I’m on top. The change of our position pushes his cock deeper inside of me, and I break free from his lips and start moving up and down. I pick up my pace and drop my arm behind me reaching for his balls. I squeeze them gently.
“Fuck, baby, do that again. Do that again,” he growls.
I do, and he becomes animalistic. He sits us completely up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stands us up. I release my hold on his balls and run my hands under his arms and up the back of his shoulder blades, gripping tightly as his fingers dig into my ass and he walks us up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. I want to say it’s just a few more doors down to my room, but I don’t. That would make this more personal than what it is.
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