by Ryder Dane
“We’ve been attracted to one another almost since we met, she gave me those small smiles and I couldn’t resist, I talked to your son, and was told to leave her the hell alone, he wanted her to have a better life than a biker’s ol’ lady would be. He was right, I didn’t know what might develop between us and couldn’t make any promises of undying love and devotion, hell, exchanging flirty looks and smiles don’t mean shit.
“A couple of weeks ago, I did a favor for the brother that normally picks up the payment and she told me about being targeted for extortion by those scum sucking fuckers, the Swamp Kings.”
He heard a slight noise at the doorway to the room and saw Stevie and Rolf standing there and knew they must have been there for a while. Fuck. Stevie looked pissed and her father just looked thoughtful. There was a touch on his hand and a slight nod from June Bug with a small smile. Fuck it, they wanted full disclosure, they would get it.
“She showed me the bruises that a filthy son-of-a-bitch put on her when he broke into her home and killed her cat and raped her.” He looked directly at Stevie, and she was staring at him when he said with more feeling than he knew. “That was the minute I didn’t give a shit what her brother wanted, if he hadn’t left her alone and vulnerable like that, she wouldn’t have been hurt to begin with.
“She’s mine now, and she will never want for anything I can provide for her. He doesn’t want her around the club, fine, she can stay away from the clubhouse. The choice will be hers, not his, he lost his privilege of dictating her future actions when he chose to pretend to be dead and not telling her about it.”
John shifted his gaze to Rolf, “She won’t need to worry about that fucker coming back to hurt her again regardless of what she decides to do about us. He’s no longer a threat to anyone.”
He got a nod of acknowledgement from the older man and he watched as the giant left the room, leaving Stevie standing in the doorway.
June Bug patted his hand and leaned closer to him to place a kiss on his uninjured cheek. “Get some rest for now.”
Stevie hugged her mother when she got close to the door, and June Bug didn’t even try to draw her daughter’s attention from the man on the bed.
John watched Stevie walk slowly toward him, and she stood over his bedside with her hands balled into fists at her waist. He could see that she was so pissed she was actively trembling in her rage, and he wondered what her damage was.
“My brother told you to leave me alone and you let him keep us apart? Being one of the brothers was more important to you than seeing if we could have made a good pair? I sat in that damned bar night after night hoping you would come in and ask me out, ask me for a cup of coffee, ask me the time of fucking day. I spent days wondering what was wrong with me that you wouldn’t step up and ask me to go out with you. And all of this time, all of this fucking time, you’ve been using some stupid biker bullshit code to keep us apart.”
She stomped her foot and when that didn’t make her feel better, she doubled up her fist and slammed it into his stomach. She stared down at him while he was rubbing the spot where she’d hit him, and actually growled at him, turned around and slammed out of the room.
The look on her face made him smile, maybe now that she knew just about everything she would forgive him for keeping his word to her brother.
He sank down in the bed and fell asleep with a small glimmer of hope on his mind.
Chapter Fifteen
After two days of being confined to the room and his bed, John was thoroughly sick of the nurse/patient treatment from Stevie. She seemed to take particular pleasure in wearing shirts that showed her tits off, especially in the mornings when his cock was full-on-ready to fuck her sassy little ass.
She would bend down to straighten his blankets and brush her breasts on his arm or like this morning, she’d just bent from his waist to reach the foot end of the bed, and her tit had brushed down the length of his semi erect cock, bringing it to full attention. She acted like nothing happened but when she straightened up, he saw the tiny smile on her lips and the devious look in her eyes.
He snagged her wrist when she turned to go and pulled her down onto the bed, with her upper torso landing across his chest. He ignored her gasp of surprise, mainly because of the look of triumph in her expressive eyes before she narrowed them at him.
“Let me go.” She tried to lever herself up on her arm, but John had her and wasn’t letting her go. It was about time to her way of thinking, but she needed some payback for the way he’d wasted so much time when they could have been together already for almost three damned years. “Let me up, John, my parents will be back soon, they only went to the store, and if they find us in bed together you won’t stand a chance of going back to the way things were before all of this happened.’
He shook his head no. “Stevie, you don’t understand it, I realize that now, but men live by rules, we call them codes. You don’t fuck with a man’s bike, his club or his family, and you do not fuck a brother’s sister. Especially one that is so much younger than I am.” He could see that she wasn’t buying the truth, but he was finished protecting Viking, fuck him. Right now she was more important than a long ago made promise to a man who left her vulnerable.
“Your brother was only slated to be dead for a few months when this whole damn thing started. He had setbacks and got sidelined for a few months, so he had to start over chasing down the drugs dumping grounds. That short fucker in the video is the same son-of-a-bitch who put your parents in prison, his brother was the foster father that was in the home they sent you to, and he planned to kill your brother. He’s still out there somewhere, and Leon is still hiding under his rock.
“I took care of the fucker who hurt you, and I enjoyed every minute of making sure he wouldn’t get up to hurt you or anyone else ever again. I got home, wanting to hold you and let you know you didn’t have to fear the man any longer, and you were gone. You didn’t trust me enough to deal with your problems and that fuckin’ hurt to know my woman didn’t trust me enough to stick around and talk about it.”
“Now, I’ve tiptoed around your brother and your parents long enough, I want my woman.”
He easily flipped them over so his leg pinned hers to the mattress, while his lips devoured hers. His hands began pulling her shirt up so he could savor her unbound tits. “So fucking beautiful, I love these beauties.” He looked into her eyes. “And from the way your nipples are poking up at me, I’d say they like it. Hmmm, Stevie, take off your clothes for me so I don’t rip them off you. I want my woman raw and wild, I want to see you riding my cock like you did the first morning we woke up together.”
She felt shy when he mentioned that morning, but she wanted him, had wanted him for it seemed like forever. “My parents could come in any minute, John, we can wait until….”
The tug of the material covering her shoulders where he’d bunched the cloth was the only warning that he’d gotten tired of waiting for her to strip, and began ripping the thin cotton. His smile was predatory and she frowned at him, but he ignored that and yanked his own t-shirt over his head, tossing it behind himself and bent down to lick and suck her nipples.
She arched her back to push her breasts harder into his hands and mouth, and loved hearing him moan. He was noisy as he licked his way over her skin, but it turned her on to know that he loved giving them both such pleasure.
Her hands went to the waistband of her jeans and found one of his hands already there working on the button and zipper of the denim. The discovery made her giggle and she raised her hands to hold his head to her breast.
“I hope you don’t plan to tear my jeans off, I only brought two pairs with me and I might need them.” She got a bite on the nipple for her teasing, and gasped. “Oh, John, God that feels so good.”
He let the tight nipple leave his suctioning mouth and sat back against the headboard. “Take them off, I wouldn’t want you to leave this room totally naked, but right now I am not in the mood to wrestle with
clothing.” His hands reached for the tight buds again as she backed off the bed and slid her tight jeans down her legs.
When she stood next to the bed naked and nervous looking, he had to smile. He held out his hand and she put hers into it. He had half expected her to run from the room, but she stood her ground and he was thankful for the trust she was giving him.
He pulled her over his lap and kissed her beautiful lips, turning the kiss into an all out assault on soft wet tissues of her mouth and tongue. He broke the kiss and leaned forward to push her torso into lying face up between his spread thighs.
His hands roamed at will over her skin and she gasped when he added harder pressure than she’d ever felt to her nipples. “Oh I, that, is so, harder, do that again.”
He smiled at her, loving her enthusiasm for the things he did to enhance her pleasure. His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass and raised her pussy up to his hungry mouth. His tongue licked at her clit and traced the hood covering the tiny muscle before sliding down to the entrance of her pussy. He loved the taste of her juice and lapped every trickle that escaped her vaginal entrance. Moaning as he shook his head fast while still sucking hard on her flesh seemed to amp up her enjoyment and in turn made his cock feel like it would explode. He tongue fucked her hole and she came up into his mouth, his tongue was feeling the flutter and clamp of her pussy and he pushed it as deep as he could reach. She was clutching her breasts and pinching her own nipples.
“Oh God, don’t stop, don’t ever stopppp… Oh fuck.” Her back bowed and pushed her hips upward again. She was lost in pleasure. “What you’re doing….don’t stop, yes right there, yesss…..” Her orgasm hit fast and caused her body to jerk in time to the tongue in her pussy’s rhythm.
John saw her head snap back, then felt her thighs tighten around his shoulders and doubled the strokes of his tongue for her to reach the pleasure that waited for her. When it hit her, he continued to stroke his tongue over her soaked flesh, making encouraging noises that vibrated through his mouth to her sensitive clit, which was standing outside of its hidden covering. One last tap of his tongue, and she began to scream and grab at the bedding next to his hips.
“That’s right, honey, it only gets better.” He lowered her hips to his lap where his cock was immediately sliding between the soaked slit of her still clutching pussy lips. “Now that’s a pretty sight, my cock is getting harder from just the sight of your lips sucking at the shaft of my cock.”
She laughed lightly and levered herself to her elbows to see what he was staring at. “Oh wow, that does look hot.” She gave a short pump of her hips and shivered from the delicious stab of pleasure from his cock bumping her still sensitive clit. “Hmm, I like that too.”
He was done playing, his cock was ready to burst and he wanted to be inside of her when it did. He reached down to help her sit up, and then lifted her ass up enough for his cock to sink inside. “Hmmm, oh yeah, just like that. So fuckin’ tight, your pussy is still greedy, isn’t it, baby, I can feel her clenching each inch I give you. Fuck, woman, I’m dying here, move, ride me.”
Stevie raised and lowered her hips onto his but couldn’t maintain a rhythm in the position she was in. “I need some help here, big man, all I want to do is sink your cock deep inside of me and grind down on you until I come again.”
She was doing just that and sank her nails into his shoulder blades as she sank her teeth into the tight muscle covering his chest, a growling moan hummed along his chest and went right to his cock. The cum came shooting from his balls even as his hands grabbed her hip and thigh to shove deeper until he was a deep as he could get. “Oh fuck, baby, come for me, I can feel you, so damn hot.” His arms wrapped her tighter to his chest, and feeling her nails rake down his back finished him off, no way was he giving this woman a chance to take this away.
John licked her neck and whispered into her ear, “I licked you so you’re mine now.”
She burst into laughter and hugged him back, “I can’t believe you would say something like that, but I like the idea.”
By the time they were dressed and left the bedroom, her parents had returned and were busy putting groceries away. That was their story and Stevie didn’t want to question why her father threw a box of noodles at them and told them to get lost when she and John started into the kitchen. They changed direction and went into the family room to wait for the older couple to finish doing their thing. Stevie kept blushing and shaking her head and John couldn’t help but laugh.
“Be happy for them, they’re still young and can enjoy a healthy sex life. It gives me hope for us in the future.” He pulled her closer and looked into her beautiful eyes, his hand raised and brushed her hair back.
“Stevie, I know you think it was a mistake for me to respect your brother’s wishes, and maybe it was, but a man has to live by some rules, and what’s done is done. I want a future with you, and if that’s what you want too, then we will deal with whatever comes our way. What do you think?”
What did she think? “We’ve wasted so much time already that I am sick and tired of waiting around for something to happen, I’m tired of taking my Jeep in for oil changes and mysterious noises, just to look at a man I couldn’t get to ask me out, and was too proud to ask you myself. I thought that you liked me, but something was wrong with me.” She poked him in the chest to emphasize her point.
“And, you need to understand something, I don’t like it when you go all Neanderthal on me. Just because I am a woman doesn’t mean I can’t handle reality or the truth. So don’t expect me to just let you hide important things from me because you’re being an arrogant asshole. I’m a big girl and can deal with it.” She took his cheeks between her hands and stretched up to kiss his lips, “We can deal with things together, it’s called trust.”
The rumbling shout from the kitchen had them looking at each other and grinning. Stevie felt John pulling her hand from his shoulder to hold in his big hand.
“All I can promise is I will do my best to share, but you have to open your mouth and tell me when I am shutting you out. Someday I will break down and tell you about my parents, but trust me, they are nothing as great as yours are. So what do you say? Are we going to do this? Live together, share our lives, whatever you want to call it?”
She really wanted to make him wait for her answer, but they’d wasted years already, fuck that, she made her decision, both feet, Stevie, if you want this then do it. She nodded.
“I want this, I want to have an us, does that make sense? I tried not to let you inside my heart, it hurt for you to act like I was just another woman hanging around, and once Harry was gone, I needed someone to lean on, but the only man I really wanted was ignoring me, so I tried dating other men.”
The look on his face was gratifying, the scowl at the mention of her dating other men made her smile and shake her head.
“They weren’t you. Not one of them was a big, stubborn assed Neanderthal, and none of them made me want to cuddle close and rest my head on his chest.” She got another mouth fucking kiss for her confession.
Laughter from the next room put smiles back on their lips, and John sighed.
“Now I get to have a man to man with your father. If he busts my head again, I might need to rethink this relationship.” He laughed when her fist made a solid connection with his stomach. “If he doesn’t like the idea, I’ll just kidnap your ass and take you to my lair in the woods.”
She grinned wide, “I happen to love your lair, big guy, you won’t have to do much kidnapping to get me there.”
Dinner was fun with her parents, and she wasn’t nervous at all when John invited Rolf for a run and a beer at his favorite watering hole. The men left, and she sat with her mother talking.
“Do you love him, baby?” Stevie nodded.
“It feels like I’ve loved him forever, and I am so pissed at Harry for taking my choice away, and keeping us from being together before now.” She drummed her fingernails on the Formica topped kitchen table
and shook her head to clear the anger from her brain.
“Harry refused to allow John to ask me out, in fact I have a suspicion that he probably warned all the club brothers to leave me alone. I think he wanted me to marry some suit and tie type of man and live in the suburbs away from MCs. Every time I wanted to go to the Breed’s club, he made up excuses not to have me there, and now that I’ve figured out why, he isn’t around for me to yell at him.”
June Bug patted her hands, calming the drumming, “Baby, men are dumb as dirt sometimes, Harry was doing his best to protect you and you know it. I understand what you’re saying, but trust me, when you have a daughter, and a son, the boy will still try to boss her around. It’s just natural in this family. I’m happy that you have a good man who loves the socks off your feet.” She smiled and let a light laugh escape her lips.
“Did I ever tell you what happened when my father found out that his little princess had gone and got herself knocked up by a biker punk?”
By the time she’d finished her tale of teenaged parenthood, both women were laughing at the men in their lives. “It’s inevitable that your man got beat up a little.”
They were still catching up when the men got back, and from the sound of their voices, they hadn’t come back alone.
*****
The sight of her brother walking into the kitchen was followed by someone she vaguely remembered seeing before but couldn’t place him. Harry looked like he’d been in a bad fight, his lips were bleeding and there was a cut over his rapidly blackening eye.
June Bug hopped up and stood by the chair, waiting for her son to come to her. He didn’t hesitate to make a beeline to his mother, uncaring that everyone in the room was smiling to see the reunion between mother and son. June Bug was dangling in his arms, crushed in his tight embrace. She kept running her hand over his head, and scolding him for staying away for so long.
