Breaker's Fuse

by E. C. Land

  The only thing I dread right now is not only telling Levi, Flynn, and Dash, but my mom as well. It will not be pretty when she finds out she was gypped on not getting to help her daughter plan a wedding. As much as she loves me and let me be who I am, doesn’t mean she wasn’t disappointed I wasn’t the girly girl she wanted.

  Closest I’ve ever gotten to be somewhat girly is by doing hair, makeup, and nails. Everything else about me is jeans, t-shirts, and flip-flops, with the occasional dress like I wore to the wedding chapel with Breaker. Afterwards, I’d had him stop back at the house so that I was able to change into a pair of jeans.

  “Hey, Spitfire,” Breaker murmurs as he places his plate on the picnic table. Kicking a leg over the bench he sits down and leans in to kiss me long and hard.

  Hmm. I think I could get used to him kissing me anytime he’s close.

  The club has quite a few tables of all sizes most of them rounded like this one, where Breaker’s able to sit next to me yet still be across from Chains while I’m next to Tiny.

  “Hey,” I whisper breathlessly when he lifts his mouth from mine.

  “Get a fuckin’ room,” one of Breaker’s brothers grumbles as he sits on the other side of Breaker.

  “Fuck you, Brake,” Breaker chuckles.

  “Naw, I’m good. I don’t need you to join me in bed. Besides, I’m more than you can handle,” Brake grins as he leans back in his seat rubbing a hand across his chest.

  “Fucker, don’t even talk about shit like that. What you’re talkin’ is just ridiculous. Trust me when I say you ain’t shit compared to what I can dish out.” As Breaker says this, my eyes widen, and I glance at him then back at Brake. Seeing the resemblance, I tilt my head in Chains direction seeing the same features in him.

  “Are you three related?” I ask stupidly.

  All three men glance in my direction with a grin and answer at the same time. “Yeah.”

  “Spitfire, we’re cousins. Don’t you remember hearing Ryder mention this the night you got to town?” Breaker chuckles.

  He did?

  “Um, nope. I was a little bit on the pissed side that night and if you recall I wasn’t in the right state of mind.” And I hadn’t, I’d been furious with my brothers, Emerson, and the guys from the Devil’s Riot MC. They never should have taken my right to choose from me. I would have come here willingly. I knew the dangers I was facing and that I couldn’t handle them on my own.

  The grin Breaker had been sporting is wiped away at my words. “Yeah, ma tendre, I know you weren’t, but today we’re not talking about that shit. Come tomorrow, you’re gonna finally talk. Got me?”

  Seeing that he’s serious about this, I nod my head. “I got you, Breaker.” I whisper.

  “Good, now eat up,” he commands as he leans into me and presses a kiss to my mouth then my cheek when he gets to my ear he murmurs, “You’re gonna need your strength tonight, Spitfire, because I intend to fuck you until the morning comes.”

  Sucking in a breath, I nod my head again because no words come to me as my body already tingles with a need unlike no other.

  I can hardly wait for what comes tonight.

  Chapter Nine

  Breaker

  “Oh god, Orin. Don’t stop. God no, please don’t stop,” Nora pleads, her orgasm close, I can feel her trembling with need. Arms tied above her head locked to the headboard while her legs are spread with her ankles tied to the foot posts of the bed. Her pussy in my mouth as I lap up her juices.

  Over the past month, I’ve found my woman loves having her pussy eaten as much as possible. To which I have no problem obliging, because I control her orgasms. Each and every last one of them.

  Lifting my mouth from between her legs, I slide up Nora’s body.

  “Orin,” she whimpers, her body coated in sweat from not being allowed to come. I’ve brought her to the edge several times as part of her punishment. Earlier tonight, while at the club, Nora had gotten an attitude with me over the fact I wouldn’t let her go off by herself without a prospect. That shit didn’t fly with me. I’m not about to leave her unprotected not when the threat is still out there.

  “Whose this body belong to, Spitfire?” I demand when I have her eyes locked on mine and my cock lined up with her core.

  “It’s yours, Orin. Please fuck me. I need you to before I die of need,” she pants.

  “You going to argue with me over your safety again?” I slowly slide in inch by inch until I’m seated to the hilt inside Nora.

  “I promise. I won’t do it again,” she moans arching her back.

  “You going to throw your attitude at me in front of my brothers?” Reaching between us, I flick my thumb across her clit.

  “Damnit, Orin. I promise. Now please fuckin’ fuck me,” she screams, straining against the binds holding her.

  “Spitfire, you don’t give the commands. Not in our bed, nor when it comes to your safety. I don’t give a fuck if you want to be pissed at me. You’ll get over it or hold the attitude until we’re alone. I won’t put up with the bullshit, ma tendre, and you know it. Now you’re gonna take my cock, come all over me, and then do it again until I come deep inside you,” I growl right before I pull almost all the way out of her tight sheath and slam back in. I don’t give her a chance to say another word.

  Nora comes instantly, screaming my name. With forceful yet controlled thrusts, I fuck my woman through not just one orgasm but three. Content, I plow into her once more and seat myself deep inside her as I come groaning her name.

  After a moment of catching my breath, I reach behind me to untie first one ankle then the other. I then turn my attention to her arms and release them. Finally, I roll us until I’m lying on my back with Nora on top of me. My cock still seated deep inside her.

  Nora’s body is limp against my chest from sheer exhaustion of my fuckin’ the hell out of her.

  Without waking my woman, I grab the covers and throw them over the two of us. Closing my eyes, I allow myself to fall asleep.

  “What the fuck do you mean Miles Granger has gone underground?” I snap into the phone I was holding to my ear. My brother-in-law, Levi called with an update on this fucker and evidently, he was feeling the heat of the Devil’s Riot MC and the men Levi work with.

  “I mean the fucker isn’t here and there’s no trace of him in the area. My gut tells me he’s found Nora and is coming after her,” Levi growls.

  “Fucker isn’t getting anywhere near her,” I swore. I promised my ol’ lady I’d protect her, whatever the cost when I married her and I’m not about to let her down.

  “I know that. But just know that Flynn, Dash, and a few other men I work with are on their way toward you,” Levi grunts.

  Motherfucker.

  Great.

  All I need is my wife’s brothers coming and getting in our fuckin’ way while we take care of business.

  “I hope you’ve told your sister this,” I state as I sit back in my chair and look around the clubhouse’s main room. Spotting Tyres, I flag him down and mouth ‘Church’ to him. We’d already planned on having church later this evening after we’d all gotten some work done. I know I had shit to do with a shipment we had to get ready to go out.

  Since I had shit to do, Nora decided to go take a nap in my room. She’d been tired a lot over the last week, but I figured it’s due to me wearing her out every night. I should feel bad for not letting her get her rest but fuck if I can’t get enough of her tight little body. Shit, just thinking of it has my cock getting hard.

  “Figured you could handle telling our little sister since you married her without anyone there to give her away,” Levi snips.

  Yeah, they’d been fuckin’ pissed when Nora told them. Said they sent her here for protection not to get married to someone she doesn’t fuckin’ know. That got me involved in the conversation. I had taken the phone from my woman’s hand put it to my ear and proceeded to inform the three of them the yelling at their sister stopped then and there.

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bsp; “She may be my wife and I fuckin’ respect the hell out of her, but she deserves to hear that two out of three of her brothers are coming this way with some of your team. It’s not on me to tell her that shit. It’s called you show your sister the respect she should have from you three,” I rumble.

  “If you respected Nora you wouldn’t have married her without her family being there,” he shot back.

  “Bullshit. What Nora and I decided is between the two of us. Just because we did something for us doesn’t mean I wouldn’t give her the world if she wanted, let alone have some big fuckin’ wedding ceremony. Which, by the way, for your information, Nora has said she doesn’t want. Her words exactly were ‘Why do I want to put on some expensive ass gown to do a ceremony for something that will overshadow what we already have when I’m happy just having a blow-out party with everyone to celebrate.’ I wasn’t going to argue with her.” And I wasn’t. It was Nora’s decision and I’m not about to force her into doing anything else.

  I’ve come to realize one major thing about my little Spitfire, she may have attitude and be over dramatic about a lot of things but she’s not a girly girl who wants to be showered with roses.

  “Fuck, that sounds exactly like something she’d say,” Levi mutters.

  “That’s because it is what your sister said. She’s happy here just so you know. Since she got out of your truck and I finally got her to talk to me, Nora has not gone one day without a smile on her face or giggling about something someone has said to her. Hell, she’s even convinced some of the guys to let her do their hair,” I grumble.

  Now that was something I hadn’t wanted her doing. I didn’t like the idea of her touching any other man let alone my brothers, but I kept my mouth shut because this seemed to make her feel useful.

  Hopefully, Levi will realize what I’m saying and listen to the unspoken advice I’ve just given to him. Be happy for his sister instead of pissed he didn’t have a say in what she did with her life.

  “Look, Levi, call your sister. Tell your brothers to call your sister. I gotta go,” I mutter before hanging up on the man. Might not be the best thing to do right now but I’ve got shit to get done and a woman to protect.

  What I don’t need right now is my wife’s stubborn as fuck brothers thinking they can come in and take over what the fuck we’re doing. Nora’s my woman and I vowed to keep her safe. Keep her from ever being harmed again.

  Putting my phone in my pocket, I head in the direction of the room we hold church. I’d seen most of my brothers already go in there.

  Once I’m inside the door slams shut behind me as Chains enters.

  “You all good, brother?” he asks as he clasps a hand on my shoulder and squeezes.

  “Naw, let’s sit and I’ll tell y’all,” I mutter shaking my head.

  “Alright,” he agrees and moves to take his spot at the head of the table while I take my spot on his left. The way he moves and the fact his hands are in fists, I can tell something’s up with him.

  Chains lifts the gavel and brings it down on the oak table our grandfather had made. “Now that we’re in here, tell us what’s going on,” he demands.

  “Miles Granger has gone underground. I just found this out from Levi. He also said his brothers and a couple of his men are on their way down here. They’re thinking Miles has found out Nora’s location,” I state.

  “Fuck,” Fuse says from next to me. “Do we have an ETA on when they’ll be here?”

  “Nope, just know they’re on the way.”

  “Fuse, do we have any new information on this fuckwad?” Tyres asks.

  “Yeah, VP, and none of you are gonna like what that news is,” Fuse mutters as he eyes each of us.

  “What is it?” I bark.

  “Miles Granger isn’t just a crime boss who thinks his shit doesn’t stink and likes to get his hands bloody when people get in his way, he’s also the cousin of the VP to the Toxic Warriors national charter.” The room explodes in outrage at this bomb Fuse just dropped.

  “Motherfucker.” I snarl. “If fuckwad knows where Nora is, he’s going to his cousin to gain assistance in this.”

  “Don’t worry, Breaker, nothing’s going to happen to Nora. I’m calling for a lock down. I want all the ol’ ladies within the walls of the clubhouse. I’m not taking any chances. No fuckin’ way am I about to let anything happen to one of the women. My ol’ lady means too much to me for some bullshit to touch her. Both her and Nora have been through enough and don’t need this on them. Fuse, you see if you can’t find Miles Granger’s exact whereabouts. Tyres, you reach out to Viking or Iceman and see if we can’t get a meet with them,” Chains orders then looks directly at me with a fire in in his eyes that I’ve only seen when he’s ready to draw blood. “No matter what, brother, we’re gonna keep Nora safe, but you gotta keep a rein on that temper of yours. Got me?”

  “Yeah, I got you,” I mutter, my hands clenched into fists and my nostrils flaring as I try to keep that said hold on it. At least for now. However, the moment I have my hands on Miles his ass is fuckin’ mine.

  Chapter Ten

  Nora

  Groaning to myself I hover over the toilet in Breaker’s room praying he doesn’t come back while I’m like this.

  I don’t even want to think about how embarrassing it would be. It’s bad enough I passed the hell out on him last night immediately after he untied me and rolled to his back with me on his chest. However, in my defense, I was completely spent from everything he’d done to my body. Not that I’m complaining because I loved every single minute of, as he put it, my punishment.

  Shoot, if that’s what I have to look forward to I might have to go upset him more often. Granted it would have been even better if he hadn’t withheld my orgasms from me.

  “Ma tendre.” I inwardly groan to myself for not closing the bathroom door when I hear Breaker calling out as he enters the room. “Fuck, Nora, you okay, mon chou?” he asks as he makes it to my side and brushes the loose strands of hair that had fallen from my messy bun.

  “Ugh, I’m okay, Orin. I think I might have a stomach bug or something. You probably shouldn’t be this close to me. I don’t want you to get sick,” I mutter right as another wave of nausea hits and I puke.

  “Spitfire, I’m putting a call into the doc and have him come in and check you out,” Breaker suggests soothingly, though a hint of worry fills his voice.

  “No, there’s no need to do that. I just need to lay back down for a bit and I’ll be okay,” I protest once the need to vomit again subsides.

  “You can lay down, mon amour, but I’m still calling him. I don’t like seeing you like this and I want to know for sure what the fuck’s going on,” he declares as he scoops me up off the floor and plants me on the counter.

  Reaching into the cabinet underneath, he grabs a washcloth, wets it, and proceeds to clean me up.

  “I can do that,” I say weakly as I try to grab the thing.

  “I’m sure you could, Spitfire. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to do it for you,” he growls as he swats my hand away from taking the washcloth from him.

  “Are you going to brush my teeth too?” I demand.

  “Nope, I’ll let you do that, but I’m staying right here with you while you do it,” he grins.

  “Fine.” In all honesty, I didn’t think I had the strength to stand up by myself right now long enough to brush my teeth anyway.

  Helping me off the counter, Breaker stands directly behind me with one arm wrapped around my waist. God knows I love this man. Even if I haven’t said the words out loud. Neither of us have. But that doesn’t mean I don’t see it in his eyes. I know he loves me just as much as I do him without the words. It’s one of the many things I’ve learn about him and myself over the last month. Words aren’t always needed between the two of us.

  Finishing up with my teeth, I put my toothbrush back in the holder. Breaker immediately scoops me into his arms and strolls into the bedroom where he then lays me in the middle
of the bed. Once there he pulls the covers back over my body and sits next to me. “Rest, ma tendre, I’m gonna put a call into the doc see if he can’t get here,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

  “Ugh, don’t kiss me. You don’t need to get sick along with me,” I grumble, weakly.

  “Spitfire, if I were gonna get it, whatever you have, I’ve already been exposed to it considering I’ve had my mouth on every inch of your body,” he chuckles just as there’s a knock at the door.

  “Come in,” he calls out, not leaving my side.

  The door opens and Ela comes in carrying a tray filled with ginger ale and crackers. “I thought you could use something to help settle your stomach,” she says with a smile.

  “How did you . . .”

  “Your baby needs you to keep your strength,” she declares as she goes to talk over me.

  “Baby?” Breaker whispers in bewilderment as he looks from Ela to me.

  “That can’t be we . . .” Oh shit.

  I wasn’t on birth control when we started having sex, and I hadn’t even thought about it since. Doing the math in my head, I realize I should have started my period this past week.

  Shit.

  “How do you know?” I ask Ela.

  “Because I saw you holding a beautiful baby boy in your arms,” she states in a matter of fact voice.

  “You what?” Glancing from her to Breaker then back again.

  “It’s complicated to explain, ma tendre. Just know if Ela says it, it means it’s true and you need to call and make an appointment. This would explain why you’ve been so tired this week,” Breaker says, grinning at me.

  Unable to think of anything else to say, I place a hand over my stomach. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

  “Looks that way, Spitfire,” he murmurs leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against my lips.

  “I’m going to just leave these for you. From what I’ve seen sweetheart, these are going to be your best friend for the next several months. I’d keep them on hand in here and at home,” Ela says, sweetly.