Bad Kitty (Dirty F**kers MC Book 5)

by Sam Crescent

  He didn’t use dildos or vibrators.

  Their first time in the room with their change in dynamic, he had his hands on her, touching her, drawing her to orgasm over and over until she begged for him to let her come.

  He didn’t.

  Caleb held her orgasm back for all the times she’d denied herself. He didn’t want this to become a bad memory, so if she couldn’t orgasm, he wanted to know about it. Keeping her like this, holding her back, if she didn’t come when he wanted her to, he knew something had to give in the play time.

  After an hour of playing, he finally moved her toward the private booth where she normally finished off.

  Kneeling on the floor before her, he spread her legs, keeping her lips wide as he sucked on her clit. She cried out his name, and he filled her pussy with three fingers, which she took with ease. She was so wet that the seat beneath was slick with her cream.

  When she came from a few strokes of his tongue, Caleb swallowed down her release, so fucking happy that she had finally given him this, had given them both what she’d been denying for a long time.

  He didn’t stop licking her or fucking her with his fingers when he’d made her come. He slowed his touch so that it wasn’t too much, taking his time as he built up her second orgasm. This time when it came, it was stronger than the last. She gripped his hair, riding his face, smashing her pussy against his mouth, and he loved her taking her pleasure.

  Once her release washed over her, he sat back, licking his lips as she collapsed against the booth.

  Picking her up in his arms, he carried her out of the playroom and upstairs to his room. Opening the door, he kicked it closed and moved toward her on the bed.

  “I love you, Caleb,” she said, touching his face. He saw the love in her eyes as she smiled up at him.

  Staring down into her brown depths, he was struck with something so much stronger. Words of love were too mild, but he couldn’t think of what to say.

  “It’s okay if you don’t love me. I understand,” she said.

  “I do love you, Kitty. More than you could ever know. I … it’s not enough.”

  She frowned. “What isn’t?”

  “It’s more than love that I feel. It’s so much fucking stronger than that. I can’t live without you. I won’t live without you. You’re inside here.” He placed her hand against his temple. “And here.” His heart. “You’re fucking everywhere for me. There’s no me without you, Kitty.”

  “You really mean that?”

  “Hell, yeah. I’m surprised you didn’t already know.”

  She shook her head. “I had no clue.” She sniffled. “Is this really happening?”

  He laughed and wiped the tears from her eyes, feeling his own. “This is happening, Kitty. You came back to me.”

  Caleb stared down at her in his arms. This had been something he’d been wanting for so long.

  Kitty in his arms.

  Kitty allowing him to make love to her.

  All of his world for so long had been about this woman, and he loved her more than anything else. There was no one else for him. He’d killed the man and woman that intended to harm her. He’d die to protect her.

  “Kitty?” he asked.

  “Yeah.” She stroked his cheek, and he saw the love shining in her eyes. From the moment she’d come to the cabin to now, she’d let her guard down and showed him every single emotion that she’d kept locked up tight. He couldn’t believe this woman was his. Her strength shone through as far as he was concerned.

  Everyone treated her as if she was some delicate flower that would fall over any second, but that was so fucking far from the truth. Kitty was strong. She’d gotten through hell and come out fighting.

  “Do you want children?” he asked. It wasn’t the only question he wanted to ask.

  “Yes. I want loads, Caleb. I didn’t think it would be possible for me to have kids, but I want so many.”

  “Tell me what you’ve always wanted.”

  “To be a wife, to be loved, to be a mother, and to have lots of kids.” She chuckled. “To stand at a stove stirring some soup as you walk in the door. Your leather cut looking well-worn but for you to come to me with a smile and open arms.”

  He gripped her hip tightly at her confession. In Kitty’s dreams, he was the one that came home. Him and him alone.

  “Do you want kids?” she asked.

  “Yes. Loads.” He stroked his hand down to hold her stomach. “One day I’m going to kiss every single inch of you as you’re going to be so heavy with my kid.” He stroked over up, down, around, across, over, and he heard her moan. “Kitty?”

  “Yes, Caleb.”

  He paused for a few seconds, not out of hesitation but just to make sure it was the right time. So much of their life had been wasted, and even though everything was moving fast, life did that. Life moved fast, and he no longer wished to waste a moment of it. A few years ago, after one of their playtimes he’d vowed that if there came a time when Kitty opened to him, showed him that she wanted him, he wouldn’t waste a moment. That he’d take her, show her what it was like to be with him, and make her his the first moment he could.

  “Marry me.”

  There, he’d said it.

  Staring in her eyes, he saw that he’d shocked her, but that was all right. Slowly, her lips came up, and she smiled at him, taking his breath away.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes, I’ll marry you. Oh, my God, I can’t believe you asked.” She threw her arms around him, holding him tightly, laughing as she did. “Yes, Caleb. Yes, yes, yes.”

  He held her tightly against him, happier than he’d ever been in his life. She’d said yes, and now he intended to work to keep her by his side, forever and for always. “Now, I’m going to make love to you, Kitty.”

  “I thought you’d never ask, Caleb.”

  ****

  Dane sat in a chair outside of the trailer, smoking a cigarette. It had been a long night. Lucy and Lewis had taken Ryan after he’d calmed down. Sitting back, Dane stared up at the stars, marveling at how they always looked the fucking same even though they were aging, just like all of them.

  Pulling more of the cigarette smoke into his lungs, he blew out a puff.

  When he was staring at Ryan, seeing him get his face punched over and over, something had snapped inside Dane. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to that kind of violence. He’d done it himself at Ryan’s age. Getting into fights, screwing random girls, hating the world and everyone in it.

  No one had been there to stop him when he was younger, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to allow Ryan to go down the same slippery slope as he had. Everyone assumed he was happy with all the decisions he’d made. He wasn’t.

  He just wouldn’t sit around moaning about the only life that he’d created for himself. The reason he was sitting at a trailer tonight instead of a home, himself. He cheated. He’d left his wife, and cheated a whole lot more, behaving like a single man when he should have been at home, dealing with his son.

  The sound of a car pulling into the driveway surprised him.

  He saw Lewis and Lucy were back with Ryan.

  Throwing the cigarette to the ground, Dane stubbed it out, and moved toward her as she climbed out of the car. “To what do I owe the pleasure of a second visit?”

  She ran her hands down her jeans and took a deep breath. “Ryan wants to stay with you,” Lucy said. “We’ve packed him a bag, and we think it’s for the best.”

  “You’re lying.”

  “Look, I don’t know if this will be a good idea or not. Ryan does want to stay with you though. You can ask him yourself. I just don’t think this is a good idea. He needs stability, and you’re not it.” She shrugged. “Can he stay with you?”

  Glancing toward the car, he saw Ryan was waiting to leave. Lewis and Ryan weren’t even speaking, and he knew that as well. He knew that feeling of screwing up and everyone holding it against him. “Of course he fucking can.
He’s my son, and you’re wrong about me.” He nodded toward Ryan, and his son climbed out of the car. “Come on, let’s get you settled.”

  Chapter Twelve

  The diner was busy for breakfast, but that wasn’t unusual. Ryan was back in the kitchen with a messed-up face. Kitty decided not to ask about that. Ryan was a good kid but had a very quick temper, so she pretended his face was fine. The Dirty Fuckers MC descended on the diner at nine, and as she moved through the tables, Caleb caught her around the waist and pulled her down into his lap.

  “I’ve got to work,” she said.

  “You can spare a couple of minutes.” He kissed her neck and she giggled, sitting in his lap. The diner could wait.

  When she turned to look at the table, everyone looked so happy to see her sitting in Caleb’s lap.

  “I think we should tell them,” Caleb said.

  “You think we’re ready for that.” She twirled the ring that he’d slid on her finger last night. He’d already bought a ring and had every intention of asking her to marry him. Caleb was a surprise at every turn.

  “Yes.”

  Caleb held her hand, offering her comfort. “Kitty and I have some news,” he said, looking at her even as she talked. “We’re getting married.” Caleb held up her hand that had the engagement ring.

  For a few seconds, silence rang out, and she placed her hands on his chest, kissing him deeply. Congratulations suddenly erupted, and a happiness unlike she’d ever known consumed her. The club would always worry. She expected that now, but they didn’t have to. Caleb’s hand was shaken, and as she got to her feet, she made her way around the table, hugging all of her friends. Grace, Cora, Skylar, and Teri were all there, and she hugged them as well.

  When she hugged James, she smiled at him.

  “You’re happy?” James asked.

  “I am happy. I love him, James. More than anything.”

  “Then we’re going to make this wedding happen.” They all sat down at the table, and before she knew what was happening, a date for three weeks away had already been settled.

  “You don’t think that’s a little fast?” Kitty asked, not minding at all.

  “We’re getting married in three months,” Caleb said. “It’ll give us time to arrange everything. This isn’t going to be a quick wedding. We want time together, and I want to be with her planning every single step of the way.”

  She leaned against his shoulder, smiling at him. “Skylar, will you do our cake? It has to be enough to at least feed everyone here.”

  “I’d love to.”

  “Teri, would you cater everything?”

  “I’d love to.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to marry in a couple of weeks?”

  “No,” Caleb said, pressing a kiss to her lips. “We’re going to take our time, and I’m going to make sure you love every single step as we do this.”

  Kitty kissed him back, and before long it was back to work, but she knew her life would never be the same again.

  ****

  For the next three months, Caleb and Kitty planned their wedding. At first, he wanted to get married in a church, but she finally convinced him how beautiful the clubhouse garden would be. Of course, that meant a lot of work and, seeing as he loved using his hands, he began to set the scene for their wedding, while she got to work on the garden. Throughout it all, Caleb fell even harder for her.

  Each day he got to see more of Kitty where she didn’t hold anything back. She gave him every single part of her, in the bedroom, in life, in everything.

  Of course, their coming together also meant house hunting, and he knew she wasn’t as happy with that. Cole, Anna’s little boy, had won her over, and he’d been at the apartment most nights where the young child woke. Kitty was there to help Anna while Teri just grumbled about it.

  He didn’t want to move into the apartment, and he wanted them both to have their own space, their own home.

  When they finally found their place, it wasn’t far from where Cora and James lived. It was a two-bedroom house with a large yard and a tree. As he’d stood looking at the tree, Kitty had asked him what he was thinking about.

  “I’m going to build a treehouse for our kid. That’s perfect; I can make sure it’s secured, and then we can have nights out, camping, telling stories.”

  “This is the place,” Kitty said.

  “You’re sure?

  “Yes. If you’re already making memories, then this is the place.” She looked up at him. “You’re even thinking about what our kid will be like. This place is perfect.” She went onto her toes.

  “No, you’re perfect. This place will just be an extension of that.”

  Holding her close, he kissed her neck, locking their fingers together as their future began to build around them.

  Three months sounded like a long time, but it moved so fast. Between playing at the clubhouse, preparing their home to move in, planning and creating their wedding, time had flown by, and suddenly Caleb stood in front of the mirror wearing pants and a white shirt, readjusting the cuffs for the second time.

  There had been a great deal of compromise in the club. He’d agreed to the club wedding, but he’d done so with the understanding that he would wear his leather cut. Also, Kitty had to wear hers over her wedding dress. That was non-negotiable. While their house was prepared for them, he stayed with her at the apartment, and they were interviewing women to replace her. They were deciding between two applicants, one a college student and another an ex-addict.

  “Are you okay there?” James asked, entering his room.

  “Yeah, I’m good.”

  “Nervous?”

  “Only that she’ll realize she’s better than me and I’ll be left stranded at the altar.”

  “That’s not going to happen. I’ve spoken to Cora, and she’s ready. She’s nervous you’re not going to be there. Don’t worry. This happens to everyone. Pre-wedding jitters.”

  “I love her, James.”

  “I know. Why do you think I never stepped in your way? You and Kitty, it’s been a long time coming, and I was rooting for you. Have been for all this time, and that’s never going to stop. Take your woman, Caleb. You both deserve each other. You’ve waited so long.”

  Seeing no reason to prolong it, he grabbed his jacket and made his way outside.

  “Any news from the Billionaire Bikers MC?” he asked.

  “None. I didn’t expect to have a call from them anyway. This is your day. Stop worrying about everything else and focus on one thing and one thing alone, your woman.” James gripped his shoulders. “Let’s do this.”

  Standing at the front of all of his friends with some of the locals waiting there as well, his nerves began to build.

  Had they moved too fast?

  Would Kitty be able to handle this?

  All of his thoughts were focused on making sure Kitty was okay.

  The music changed, and as he turned he saw Cora, Grace, Skylar, Chloe, and Teri making their way down the aisle. They were in pale blue gowns, holding small bouquets of roses.

  Then, his fiancée, on Pixie’s arm, was there, and he lost all focus for everyone; everything ceased. She wore the leather jacket he’d asked her to wear. The cut that told everyone that she wasn’t just a club whore or even an old lady. She was a member of the Dirty Fuckers MC.

  Some of the women who partied were clearly shocked to see what she wore, but he didn’t care.

  This was who she was.

  His woman.

  His old lady.

  His everything.

  When her hand rested in his, and together they looked at the priest. Nothing else mattered. Kitty was there with him, and they were bound together for all eternity. Just the way it was supposed to be.

  Epilogue

  One year later

  “And then we’re going to paint butterflies on your wall and have lots of flowers, and it’s going to look so beautiful,” Caleb said, running his hand across her swollen stomach.


  The yellow summer dress she wore wasn’t very figure-friendly, but Caleb loved to see her pregnant so he always bought her clothes that showed off her baby bump, which she loved. She loved being pregnant so much.

  “And if it’s a boy?”

  “Then we’re going to paint bikes and put pictures of naked women on your wall.”

  She giggled, throwing back her head and laughing. “You’re crazy.”

  “Nope, I know what my son or daughter will want.”

  “And if your son loves rainbows and flowers and your daughter wants motorbikes, what then?”

  “I’ll deal with it, just like I know how to handle their mother.” He winked at her, and she felt a tightening between her thighs.

  Damn, it was his sexy, dirty wink that always made her think of the playroom he’d installed in the basement. He’d been working on it for weeks, and he’d told her it was going to be a surprise. When she came home after one hectic day at the diner, he’d been waiting. He’d handed her a pair of scissors to cut through the ribbon covering the entrance to the basement.

  Caleb had then taken her downstairs to reveal the playroom he’d been building. There was a bed for the nights they played, which when their little one was born wouldn’t see as much use. A sexy swing, which she loved to be strapped in. The angle always left her legs spread for him to have his wicked way with her, which she loved. There was a spanking bench, the cross he loved, and then he’d filled some shelves with dildos, whips, chains, clamps, and other toys for them to play with.

  In the year that they’d been married, everything had gone from perfection to perfection. Her life with him was just … everything she’d ever dreamed of, and when they discovered she was pregnant, that was the cherry on top of the cake.

  Her past—the fears, the pains, the memories—was right back where it belonged. She had no intention of letting that come between them. Not now, not ever.

  Dealing with her pain, understanding it, accepting it, she’d been able to find her way in the world. Instead of pushing Caleb away, she’d pulled him close, embracing him, not wanting to let him go.