Calix (Areion Fury MC, #6)

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “Your mother...does she?” Ten asks in a timid voice and that’s a question that has been running through my mind for years too.

  “I never asked. We never discussed anything. But she was raised within the same old money ring with the same principles and upbringing. When I left, I stayed with Big Oaks at the clubhouse, went into the military when I graduated high school, after that the clubhouse again while working hard to get the job I really wanted...I only talked to my mom about what was going on in my life, casual chitchat until about nine years ago when my mother took a bad fall. She spent a few weeks in the hospital but that made me realize I wanted to see more of her. I know the few days a year isn’t much, but that’s all I can manage since my dad won’t ever leave her side.”

  “She loves him. And from what I saw she might be the only person he treats with respect.” Ten yet again nails the hammer on the head.

  “I know. But that’s not how one should live their life. No fucking excuse,” I growl.

  Not angry at her but at everything that fucker did. Seems like he’s still running my life after all these years.

  “Sometimes you can’t change a person’s point of view. You have to step back and live your own life. You did that, Calix, and you still do. You stepped away. Not only that but you didn’t turn out like your father, or his father before him.”

  “You don’t know that.” I hear myself say and suddenly realize the crucial fact that I might turn out like him at a later point in life when I’ve got a son myself. I fucked her bare. She might be pregnant right now. What if...

  “Hey,” Ten snaps, her hand cupping my face so our gaze connects. “Don’t go there. I bet my own fucking life on it. You’re a beautiful soul, Calix. You’re an honorable man. From everything I’ve seen, you treat everyone with the same respect you receive. You’ve come so damn far and even have risen above the person who you should respect but can’t because of the lack he showed you. And you’re right you know...I’m glad you pushed me to get away for a few days. To come here and meet your parents and not tell me all of this up front. Or the fact that you jumped to claiming me as your ol’lady. You’re right about all of it...the getting to know each other, we needed this. But Calix...you’re very wrong when you think you will turn out like your father. There’s just no way that’s even possible.”

  The kiss she gives me after her words hits me just as hard. So much emotion and meaning behind all of it. I’ve bared a huge chunk of my life to her and she gracefully took it, embraced all of it. All of me.

  Every single spark of tension that held my body hostage is draining away. I’ve got no need to punch a wall, or shit like that...all I need is the woman that’s climbing on top of me. The feel of her naked body, skin on skin contact, her mouth devouring mine. In this moment we’re two humans who let the world fall away around us. Because there’s nothing we need more than each other.

  My hands roam her back when she breaks our kiss and starts to slide down my body, leaving a trail of teasing sparks with her tongue. Her eyes are on mine, lighting up with mischief and fuck...a load of lust is burning so bright, I might blow my load before she can take me into her mouth. Because that’s where she’s heading.

  Gentle fingers cup my heavy sack as she rolls it in her hand. Fucking hell, I seriously don’t think I’m going to last long because when her little pink tongue starts to dart around the head of my cock...it’s like sparks of electricity bouncing with pleasure are building inside me.

  “Take me deep, Tenley,” I say, my voice dark and raw with lust. “I want to hit the back of your throat and feel you swallow around me. Now. I need it.”

  She fists my cock harder, short strokes while she slightly twists, taking just the head as she starts to suck. Her cheeks hollowing and her eyes pinned on me.

  The brat is going against my orders but fuck... “So good,” I groan. “Keep it. Fuck. Yes. Harder.” Her tongue teases the sensitive part underneath the head and I’m a goner. “Ten...fuuuuuuuck,” I grunt and rise my hips off the bed. My hands keeping her head in place as I empty myself inside her mouth.

  My cock falls from between her lips and she lazily licks it one more time from balls to tip before crawling back up my body. I pull her close and hold her tight while I still struggle to catch my breath.

  “I’m going to eat your pussy in a minute or two when I’ve got some energy back into my system. I need to return the favor because, damn...that was some serious blow job perfection. If I haven’t asked for your hand yet...I would now,” I tell her in all sincerity.

  “My hand, huh? I thought you got all your energy drained out of you, but you’re already asking for a hand job right after a blow job. Nice, Calix.” She chuckles.

  I smack her ass hard, making her yelp. “You know what I mean, woman.”

  She snuggles closer. “I know,” she says before a breath whooshes out with some words that are barely a whisper, but I hear them damn fucking fine. “I just wanted my ass smacked.”

  Flashing up, she falls onto the bed where I flip her over on all fours, smacking that fine ass twice before I grip her hip with one hand while the other is holding her around the neck, pinning her to the bed.

  “I won’t tolerate being manipulated, Ten. So instead of getting spanked, you’re getting a different punishment.” Fuck. There might not be a difference because every smack that lights up her skin makes her pussy drip even more.

  “I’m going to take what belongs to me and you, sweetheart. You’re not allowed to come. But I do have a present. I’ve bought it special for you. And no, it’s not a ring but I’ll be sure to buy one very soon.” Standing up, I reach for the bag where I put in a few anal plugs and lube.

  I damn well knew she’d be the feisty brat I craved beforehand. This being one of the most pleasurable ways for the both of us to handle things. Things like this...for me to show who’s in charge, for her to see how far she can push me. Well, she’s about to find out.

  She sees what I have in my hands, her eyes going wide. “What’s...what are you going to do with that?”

  “That, sweetness, is the tiniest anal plug. Something we need to get you ready for my cock to fill up that tight ass of yours. I can’t bury myself inside you yet, but I will own you in every place so we’re going to prepare you for that. And this little plug is the first step. Don’t worry...it’s the size of my finger, I could use that but then I won’t get to stare at your ass being filled up with a sparkly jewel staring up at me instead of that tight ring of yours. Look.” I show her the silver colored plug that’s got a red jewel on the back. “Fucking magnificent. That’s going to look gorgeous decorating your ass when my cock is sliding in and out of your pussy. But it doesn’t compare to what it will feel like, sweetness. Being filled up in two places, my cock rubbing against the plug through that tight membrane. Yeah.”

  I grab my cock that’s already hard as fuck from the vision I just described. But my lust spikes when I hear her moan. Fucking hell, her fingers are already at work rubbing her clit.

  “Are you getting yourself off with just me talking about what I’m going to do? What did I just tell you? You’re not allowed to come, and for damn sure not allowed to pleasure the pussy that belongs to me, clear?” My voice is hard and my gaze is fixed on the hand that’s slowly sliding away from her clit.

  “Better,” I croak as I place a knee on the bed.

  Squirting an amount of lube over her tight ring, I start to rub my thumb over it. She tightens and it makes me smack her ass.

  “Relax,” I tell her and grab hold of my cock, sliding it back and forth along her slit before I slide home.

  Slowly thrusting inside her, I reach for the plug and start to tease her ass with it. She’s so caught up in the feeling of my cock filling her up that the extra element leaves her to push back on the plug, searching for more. My cock fills her and slides out, the plug sliding in. Repeating this several times before ultimately, I leave the plug in, letting the jewel sparkle at me. Fuck, that’s magnifi
cent.

  I grab her hips and start to take her with force. Ten moans loudly, her hands are fisting the sheets as she begs me to go harder. Sweat is running down my back, my balls are slapping against her clit as they curve around with force. The raw grunts that leave my body are foreign to me. I’ve never given myself so hard and raw to anyone. She draws it out. All of it, letting me become the man that holds nothing back.

  I relish in the fact that she begs me to let her come. Telling me with grunts and rapid breaths that she can’t take it anymore, she needs it, needs me.

  “Now,” I roar, taking the plug to slide it out and back in one more time before I throw it on the bed to regain my grip on her hips. Her pussy obliges and strangles my cock with so much force it takes my last spark of energy to drag out and back in before I feel myself explode inside of her.

  Sex this raw and intense is off the charts. Conversations with her are deep and meaningful. Her personality is warm and captivating. She’s gorgeous as fuck and she’s all mine. With those last thoughts, I wrap my arm around her waist and roll us to the side. Finally, my mind and body feel at peace and I owe it all to her.

  Chapter 12

  ***Tenley***

  Getting your ass spanked and filled up with a sparkly plug isn’t something one should do when you have a long ass flight ahead of you. Dammit. I shift in my seat for the thousandth time as Calix smirks down on me.

  I have the insane urge to lash out but that would only get me more smacks on my ass. Believe me, there’s nothing more a turn on than that man smacking my ass but right now? I want to get home and sleep. It’s been hours since we packed up, left the hotel, and took the long flight home. Let’s not forget the bike ride back to my father’s house we just took.

  Calix guides me to the house, the door swings open and my father rushes out to pull me into a hug. “Damn, I missed your crazy ass,” he mutters into my neck.

  “Pretty sure that’s my line.” I giggle and hug him tight.

  We all stroll inside and when I get into the living room, I see Dams, Hugo, and C.Rash occupying the couch and several chairs.

  “Hey, man.” Calix pats Dams on the shoulder. “You heading out later today?”

  “In a few hours, we need to catch up on a few things first,” Dams says in a low voice.

  Which is weird because though Calix switched chapters, I’m still a VP, not to mention his ol’lady. “What’s going on?” I question, hoping to get a straight answer but instead Dams shrugs.

  “Nothin’ just something private I wanted his opinion on.” Dams, the fucker, lies his ugly ass off.

  “Suuuuure.” I roll my eyes and grab my bag. “I’m gonna put this away and freshen up, I’ll be downstairs in a bit. Oh, Prez, does our car wash still have clients or did the guys steal all my girls and kept them busy in a whole different way?”

  “Steal your girls?” Calix questions.

  “I brought my car up and had it washed three fucking times a day,” C.Rash groans. “Yo, VP, think Zack will let me transfer here too?”

  “What the hell, man?” Calix snaps.

  “Your ol’lady earned that VP patch for a reason. She deserved that title and she’s given the club a steady money flow since. It’s not because she’s my daughter that she got that patch. Fuck no. She earned it fair and square. And as you can hear, she’s back one damn second and already she’s got her mind back on business to check if everything went well. She’s a brilliant business woman,” My Prez says.

  Yeah, My Prez. Because that man has two sides for me and sometimes they do mix. But when we’re at the club or discussing club business, it’s my Prez. When it’s personal or around the house, he’s my father. In the beginning he had the two mixed, never letting me do anything too risky. Luckily he toned it down when he saw I could handle myself perfectly. Well except for what happened with Dane. But even then, he stepped up and had me bring in Calix. And he was right about that too.

  “That bikini car wash was the most brilliant idea ever, man,” Hugo beams. “She’s got a menu to pick what gal is gonna wash your car when you’re inside it. Hooooooooottttttt.”

  When Calix turns to me his look shows me he’s furious. Why the hell would he be angry?

  “Tell me right the fuck now that you’re not on that menu,” he hisses through his teeth.

  I bite my bottom lip, grab my bag and dash out of the room, throwing over my shoulder, “Be right back, gonna go freshen up.”

  Uh huh, then I won’t tell him. Way better than the other option because my ass is still sore and I’m not taking any punishments for things that happened before we got together. I make a mental note to reprint the menus and pull my name off them.

  I’m about to close the door of my bedroom when it’s caught by Calix’s huge frame. “Oh, no you’re not. Now answer the damn question.”

  “I’ll reprint the menu, okay?” There. Safe enough.

  “I’ll reprint...motherfucker,” he growls.

  “How many times have you,” He doesn’t finish his sentence but groans and tugs his short hair.

  I step up to him and slide my arms around his waist. “I’m mostly busy with running the car wash and the girls get to decide what to wear. They don’t like my outfit too much because the others pick different sets and get more tips that way. I’m more cut out for running the business anyway.”

  “I want to know and deep down I damn well don’t. Let’s just quit talking about this. And no damn way my ol’lady will be on a menu.” His voice sounds pained and somehow this attitude does something for me.

  Though I was always one who wore shorts and a t-shirt or a tank top, other girls wear tight and tiny bikinis earning way more tips and more requests. The first request I got was from Dane. Surprise, surprise. Well, his disappointment was clear when I showed up in shorts and a thick t-shirt that didn’t even show my sports bra I had underneath. The thought still makes me chuckle.

  “What’s the thing Dams wants to discuss without me being there?” I question.

  Calix gives me a quick kiss, pulls back and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ll hear what he has to say soon enough.”

  “Are we going to have secrets between us? And I don’t mean I have to know every single detail, but I do like to be in the know and not have things go around my back because that kind of shit would really piss me off.”

  “Understood, VP.” Calix chuckles.

  And that’s the second time he’s called me VP. That fast he knows the difference like I have with my father...the line between personal and business.

  “Hmmm,” I croon. “I like the sound of that. Makes me wonder how good you’re willing to follow orders.”

  “There’s a line, Tenley. You and me in the bedroom or where ever we are going to fuck, that’s going to put me in charge at all times. In the clubhouse or among brothers if the situation calls for it, you’re the VP. Other than that, you’re my ol’lady. Clear?”

  “Good to know you’ve got your dildos in a row.” I laugh and jump out of his grasp.

  “I’ll show you all the dildos in a row when I shove them inside you one at a time,” he growls, making me dash over the bed to have something in between us.

  “I was only joking!” I squeak. “About everything. You know I was.”

  “I never joke about those things, sweetness. Surely not the nice set of plugs I bought just for you.”

  “You are supposed to buy a girl a ring with a jewel...not sparkly plugs instead of a ring! The sparkly thing needs to be on my finger not in my ass,” I joke, yet again.

  But Calix pulls up the sleeves of his Henley, placing those gloriously inked up forearms and hands on show. Putting one hand on his bicep, the other grasping his chin, as if he’s thinking things through. “Is that so?”

  We’re interrupted when Dams knocks on my bedroom door, making Calix turn around. “Hey. Sorry to interrupt, but I really need ten minutes of your time, man.”

  Calix throws me a glance and says, “I’ll be right
back.”

  After I give him a nod, he leaves the bedroom. This gives me the time to freshen up because I feel all kinds of icky after the long flight.

  When I’m walking back into the living room, my hair still wet from the long shower I took, I’m surprised to find only Hugo and C.Rash sitting across from each other.

  “Hey,” I quip, a tiny fragment annoyed by the fact that Calix, Dams, and my father aren’t there. Even more due to the fact that I can see them standing in the back yard. All the way back all huddled close.

  “Hey, VP. Do you have any idea what those guys are discussing?” Hugo asks me, a grin sliding in place. “I bet your ol’man doesn’t hold anything back, huh?”

  Oh, for the love of God. We get that already? Some bikers are like little gossip grannies. No way am I going there. Not only because I’m the damn VP, but mostly I don’t spill anything that goes on between my ol’man and me. Dude talk. All I’ve ever been around for the last few years are bikers talking dirty.

  Best to turn things around in their style. “My ol’man holds nothing back, Hugo.” I smirk. “Especially when he’s taking me hard. And he does this thing where he adds a,”

  “Don’t want to know.” C.Rash flashes up from the couch and covers his ears. “Don’t fucking say it. I’ve seen a video and what that man is capable off. Not just no, fuck to the hell and back, no. That man of yours has the kind of skills that scares the piss out of me.”