by E. C. Land
I might need to learn to speak French or at least some erotic things so I can whisper them in his ear.
Without pulling out of me, Breaker lowers my legs and falls to his side, rolls to his back bringing me to lay across his chest. All the while the two of us still connected.
“Fuck, mon amour, I think my cock could live in that tight as fuck pussy of yours,” Breaker grumbles.
Giggling, I lift my head up off his chest to look down at him. “I don’t think my pussy would have a problem with it. However, I don’t think we’d be able to do much else like go in the kitchen for coffee or eat or better yet shower.”
“Ma tendre, you underestimate me. With you, my cock stays hard. I could easily carry you wherever and never leave the sheath of your pussy.” Oh my, the grin that crosses his face. I could easily fall for it every single day. “But because we’ve got plans for this afternoon and those plans don’t involve my brothers seeing what’s mine, I’ll allow this. Maybe tomorrow we’ll stay like this and I’ll carry you everywhere with my cock inside you,” he announces.
My eyes widen at this. I hadn’t even seen his cock since it’s been inside me this whole time but there’s no way that would be possible. “How is that even possible?” I ask before I can stop myself.
Chuckling, Breaker shakes his head, places his hands on my hips, and sits up on the bed. “It’s possible beauté because with you, like I said, I stay hard. Plus, I’m not a small fucker. In any form.”
“Oh,” I murmur, slowly drawing out the O.
“Yeah, mon amour. Now we gotta get moving. Like I said, we got plans, there’s a cookout at the clubhouse this afternoon and you’re coming with me. But first we have something we’re gonna do.” He says as he moves across the bed. Again, still seated inside me. I have to bite back the moan with each movement.
“What plans are those?” I ask, breathlessly.
“Gonna make you mine, Nora,” he states, nonchalantly.
“Um, you want to explain that?” His statement confusing me.
“Means, ma tendre, I’m making you my wife and ol’ lady all in one day.” Breaker’s gaze meets mine as his hands cup my ass as he stands to his full height. And yep, his cock is still inside me. With this movement I grind myself on him as I wrap my legs around his waist.
Breaker’s words sink in, shocking the hell out of me, leaving me completely speechless. Words are unable to come out as I open my mouth to speak.
By the time he steps into the bathroom, I finally find my voice again. “You don’t know me. Why would you want to do something so asinine as marry me? I mean I could be some psycho stalker bitch who plans to do horrible things to you.”
At this, Breaker stops walking and throws his head back laughing.
“Oh fuck, beauté, that’s a good one,” he says a moment later after he finally sobers. Lifting a hand from my ass, Breaker reaches out and starts the shower. “As for it being asinine to want to marry you, it wouldn’t be stupid to prolong what I know will happen in the long run. See growing up my uncle, Ryder, you met him, and my other uncle, Chains’ dad, they told us boys when you find the one you know is meant to be yours, you’ll know it. So, the moment I saw you Nora, mon amour, I knew it. I felt it and I’m not about to waste time with bullshit. Seen enough shit in my life to know not to take what’s mine in the beginning. Life’s too fuckin’ short. Now you gonna marry me?”
Well, that’s one way of putting it. Life is short. I for one know this to be true. It’s probably why the next thing out of my mouth slips out before I can stop it.
“Yeah, Orin, I’ll marry you.” And I mean it. Why the hell not? Breaker’s absolutely right. Plus, I know exactly what he’s talking about when it comes to the pull between us. There’s something there that’s unique in itself.
“Good,” Breaker murmurs, his eyes darkening, and he smirks. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you in the shower, ma tendre. I need to hear you scream my name one more time.” With that he checked the water before stepping in, put my back to the tiled wall, and proceeded to fuck me so hard I not only screamed his name, I screamed it so loud I swear they could hear it from outer space.
Chapter Seven
Breaker
“I can’t believe you actually did it, brother.” Brakes chuckles, shaking his head as he lifts his beer to his mouth.
“Fucker, you know what Uncle Reno used to tell us growing up. I knew it so I went with it. I took what I wanted and don’t give two fucks what anyone thinks. Nora’s my ol’ lady and I’m not letting her go,” I grumble, lifting my own beer to my lips, my eyes locked directly on my Nora.
After our shower earlier, Nora dressed in a sexy, little, light blue sundress and sandals. I’d just grabbed a pair of my jeans from my bag in the living room, a black tee shirt, my cut, and boots. I don’t do the whole dressing up bullshit. What you see is what you get. Evidently my Spitfire didn’t have a problem with it because her eyes had lit up as she took in what I was wearing.
Grinning, I’d taken her hand and strolled out of the house, straight to my bike. Straddling my girl, I hold my hand out to help Nora on, but she shocks the shit out of me by waving my hand away. My little Spitfire smiles as she places a hand on my shoulder and hops on behind me. The moment she’s situated behind me with her arms wrapped around my waist, I bring my girl to life.
Backing out of the driveway, I keep a lookout for anything out of the ordinary. Since during the day I’ve been working and a prospect had been watching over Nora, I just want to make sure no one is watching us.
Satisfied with not seeing anything, I hit the throttle and head for the French Quarter. They had a twenty-four seven wedding chapel that we could use. Considering it’s a Saturday we couldn’t just go to the courthouse and get shit done that way. Later on, if Nora wants to do something else, I’ll give it to her, but I wasn’t about to go another day without having her as mine in every way.
“Didn’t expect you to. I’m happy for ya that’s for sure. Between you and Chains, y’all keep that lovesick shit away from me. I ain’t trying to find no ball and chain if you catch my drift. There’s too much pussy out there for me to settle on just one,” Brake states.
“Like you’re getting all the pussy,” Tyres chuckles as he comes up and puts Brake in a choke hold.
“Fuck you,” Brake grumbles as he forces Tyres’ grip to loosen.
Shaking my head at the two of them, I lift my beer to my mouth and take a long pull as I scan the area looking for Nora. I’d barely seen her since we’d gotten to the clubhouse. Tiny had whisked her away to join her and Ela at a table.
Since getting here, Tiny has come a long way with being around all of us. I know it’s because she now knows she can trust the men around her. But she still refuses to leave the clubhouse property besides the time she’d been in the hospital with Chains. Maybe with Nora here, she’ll come out of her shell even more.
“What are y’all over here bitchin’ about?” Chains grumbles as he joins us as well.
“Not bitchin’, Prez. I was tellin’ Breaker, I don’t want y’all rubbing that lovesick puppy shit off on me,” Brake grunts.
“Lovesick?” Quirking a brow, Chains crosses his arms over his chest. A barely there wince shows in his gaze as he does this.
“You all right?” I ask Chains before Brake can answer that. I don’t need him pissing me off by fuckin’ calling me lovesick.
Switching his focus from Brake to me, Chains grins. “Yeah, I’m good. Chest is healing and my ol’ lady is finally starting to come out of her shell completely.”
“Is she still going to do school?” Chains had told her if she wanted to go to school, we’d all help her. Whether she wanted to do online or go to a classroom. Either way the club is there for her no matter what. Tiny’s had it rough growing up and never got to finish school. Then that shit that happened to her up at Tracker’s club. If it wasn’t for the fact, we’d all seen how those men and women are with Tiny, things with them could have gone sideways after we
got to know the woman.
“Yeah, Fuse got her into an online program that will not only help her finish high school, Tiny can roll right into college courses if she wants to,” Chains states as he turns to stand between Tyres and myself so that he was able to see the rest of the area as well.
“Well, if she needs help with anything you know I’ll help her out.” A lot of people don’t know this about me, but I’d been valedictorian in high school. Went to LSU for a business degree and accounting. Both Axel and I are good with numbers, where he has no problem dealing with the books, I prefer to be underneath the hood of a vehicle.
“I know you will and so does she. Out of every one of our brothers, Tiny trusts the three of you and Ryder the most.” At this, I glance in his direction to find him staring straight ahead. Turning my attention to see what he was looking at I can’t help but smile. Tiny, Nora, and Ela were all sitting at a table together. I couldn’t see Nora’s face, but from the way she’s waving her hands around and the two other women are laughing, I can tell they’re having a good time.
“It’s good she trusts us. And eventually she’ll trust the rest of the guys just as much,” Brake states. His voice going from playful to serious.
Considering we’d all grown up around the club, then in the club after Ryder took us all in to live with him, it’s all we’ve ever known. Our brothers are the only family we know and I’m not about to give that shit up.
“Well, I don’t know about you all, but I need another beer. Then I’m gonna grab my ol’ lady and get some food,” I announce as I finish the rest of my beer and notice the strays setting out the food Chains ordered from Petty’s Grub.
Normally, Ela and Tiny would have been in there handling it; however, today was an exception. I’d texted Chains and Tyres this morning and told them my plan to marry Nora and to call a catering company to have food delivered instead of the women doing shit in the kitchen.
I didn’t want either of them or Nora doing any of that bullshit when it’s a day meant to be about the two of us and family. Today is family day and Chains had ordered the strays to handle the food once the catering company delivered it.
“Fuckin’ hell, I’m starving,” Brake mutters as he realizes the food is ready.
“You’re always hungry,” Tyres grumbles.
“Yeah, that’s cause I’m still growing,” Brake states giving all us a shit eating grin.
Chuckling, I shake my head and start to head in Nora’s direction. Only to be stopped by Dee, when she steps in front of me, curling an arm around my neck. “Hey, baby, I’ve missed you this past week,” she purrs.
“I’m sure that you didn’t have time to miss me with all my brothers getting their piece of your ass,” I mutter as I remove her arm from around my neck.
“No one gives it to me like you do, baby,” she whines.
“Well, those days are over,” I inform her as I try to remove her from touching me.
“So, I hear.” Not to be undeterred, Dee plasters her tits against my arm as she runs her fingers along my chest. “But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I bet she won’t give it to you like I do. I know how much you love sinking that big cock of yours into an ass. She doesn’t seem the type to give it to you the way you want it.”
“You want to get your winnebagos off my husband.” Nora’s demand is heard from halfway across the yard as she approaches me. Staring at her I notice that her eyes are ablaze with fury at seeing Dee rubbing up on me.
Dee, however, doesn’t do as Nora says, instead flattens her hands on my chest.
When I try to be a nice guy and remove her from me, Dee fists my shirt in her hands as if she’s trying to claim me. Yeah that shit don’t fly.
“Dee, I suggest you step back,” I state harshly.
“You’ve never had a problem with me being on you before. Hell, you used to love having me,” Dee snaps, tilting her head up to meet my gaze.
“I’m not going to say it again,” I growl just as Nora steps up to us, reaches a hand out and grips a fist full of Dee’s hair causing her to cry out in pain.
“I told you to get your nasty winnebagos off my husband. He doesn’t need some paid for highlights when he has the real thing,” Nora bristles as she yanks Dee away from me and places herself between me and Dee.
“You bitch. Who do you think you are?” Dee screeches.
“You know exactly who I am. Just as I know you’re some skanky ass bitch who thinks she can try and do some bullshit like this to sway my man to sink his dick in that cum bucket of a snatch. Let me get myself straight right now. You or any of the other strays think you can wander into Breaker’s bed and do as you wish, think again, he doesn’t want your stench on him. And I sure as hell don’t want to have to break a nail ripping them winnebagos off. Got me?” Nora states making herself perfectly clear that she won’t put up with the bullshit.
“Dee, I suggest you get the fuck out of here for the rest of the day. Oh, and I’d highly recommend you start looking for somewhere else to go. You know we don’t fuck around on our women when we claim an ol’ lady. Now move,” Chains says. I knew he’d been right behind me when I was headed toward the table to claim Nora, but I hadn’t thought he’d stayed there.
Without another word, Dee glares at Nora before storming off into the clubhouse.
Gripping my woman’s waist, I turn her to face me and grin. “Gotta say, Spitfire, that was fuckin’ hot.”
“Yeah, well, you let another woman press herself up against you like that again, you’ll regret it,” she grumbles.
“Don’t worry, ma tendre, I think they got your point. But gotta ask, winnebagos?” I chuckle as several others burst into laughter.
“Well, what else would you call those fake as fuck tits? I mean seriously they were sticking out like the cones Madonna wore in one of her eighties music videos. Gross.” That’s my woman for you. Let her be the one to come up with some stupid shit like that and be completely right about the meaning.
Chapter Eight
Nora
That stupid bitch with her fake as fuck tits, thought she could try to pull some shit on me. She was in for a rude awakening that’s for sure. I’ve already seen my fair share of clubwhores trying to cause drama.
Shit, the bitches who tried to interfere with my best friend, Emerson, and Hades were ones for the record books. Letting Emerson walk into Hades room at the clubhouse and them being in his bed naked fuckin’ each other.
Oh, and the bitch who set Kenny up, that was another one for the books. She’d been a vindictive bitch who in the end got her throat slit.
These women need to learn some self-respect and know they’re not going to become an ol’ lady by fuckin’ their way through the club. What man would want a woman desperate enough to fuck anyone with a dick swinging between their legs.
According to Emerson and all of the other women, I’m friends with who are married or with a member of the Devil’s Riot MC, when it comes to these types of women you have to put your foot down the first time and not let them walk all over you. You allow that, those bitches will chew you up and spit you out.
“I hate that woman,” Tiny mutters quietly as the two of us sit down at a picnic table with our food while the guys finish filling their plates. “But I gotta say, I think what you said was hilarious. More so than when I told her she was loose enough to take a bull’s dong when she’d tried to pull the same type of shit when I first got here.”
“Hold up, you said that to her? Oh my god, that is a good one. I’m going to have to text that to Emerson,” I giggle.
“Yep, these women give all women a bad name. I know when I first went to the Devil’s Riot that is what I was classified as, and I know I’d done a couple things I’m not proud of. But when I had said this to Stoney and Tracker they understood and changed everything up for me. However, there is a difference between someone who goes and is willing to do anything for protection and someone who wants to sink their claws into a man just because t
hey can. Or because of their position,” Tiny murmurs without looking at me. Her focus is straight ahead of her.
Straightening my head, I find myself locking eyes with Breaker, a smile on his face that makes my stomach feel all melty.
Today has just been the best day of my life thus far and it’s all thanks to Breaker. Well, I should say Orin.
Never in my wildest dreams, did I think I’d ever marry a man within a week of first meeting him, let alone the day we finally say more than two words. Hell, maybe it was the lust speaking because of how good the sex was and I’d never had any before today. However, I highly doubt sex with anyone else would be as amazing.
This morning at the wedding chapel he’d looked at me as if I were the only woman in the world who was ever made to be for him. In fact, he hadn’t even allowed the wedding officiant to use traditional vows when it was his turn to speak. Nope, instead Breaker had come up with his own and I don’t think I’ll ever forget them. For the rest of my life they will forever be in my mind playing on repeat.
“Nora, I know you probably think this is the craziest thing you’ve ever done. But I promise you from this day forward I’ll keep you safe, love you like you were meant to always be adored, never let anyone hurt you. Ma tendre, the moment you stepped out of the truck rocked my fuckin’ world and I knew right then why you came to the club. You came because fate put you in the path to come to me. From this day forward, mon amour, you won’t ever have to fear being hurt ever again. I’ll see to that. Even if it means my last breath doing it.”
Tears had welled in my eyes as he’d said this and although I hadn’t said it out loud, I vowed right then and there to love this man ‘til my last breath.
I’m sure some people would think I’m crazy for marrying Breaker when we barely know each other. Then again, people have done the same throughout the ages, marry someone on the whim barely knowing each other.
