by Mallory Funk
Damien was at the club at a church meeting while I dropped Derek off at Lily’s.
I had raced home after that, and jumped into the shower making sure that my legs and underarms were shaved. I also trimmed up a bit. I was never one to like going completely bare. Being neatly trimmed was good enough for me.
Once I get out of the shower, Damien texts me to tell me that he’s on his way home. He had moved all of his stuff in with me, and I was more than okay with it.
Torch and Steal were more than happy to make sure that no one bugged us all night. Only emergencies were to be brought to us. I’m pretty sure they would have been more weird about the whole thing of getting their sister laid if I was raised with them, but then again maybe that’s how they are.
When I got a text from both of my brothers that Damien left the clubhouse, and no one was going to come over or bug us, all I could do was laugh. I put my phone on its charger. I kept the ringer on in case Derek gave his grandparents any trouble during the night.
I hear the familiar sound of a Harley pull up to the driveway. I blow out a breath. Fuck, this is nerve racking.
I can do this.
Damien
When I left the club house, Torch and Steal winked at me and fucking smirked. I had no idea what the fuck that was about, but I wasn’t going to waste any time figuring it out.
I couldn’t wait to go home to my woman and son. I love spending time with them. We had spent the last two months in the house Ella owned, and we made it ours. Stacey ended up staying with Torch. She said that she wanted us to live alone as a family. She was going to find her own place, but Torch wasn’t taking no for an answer. He moved her into his home (not that she put up much of a fight).
I pulled up to my house late in the evening. The sun was already starting to set. I could see that most of the lights in the house were off. That’s not right. Usually Ella is cooking up a storm, or spending time with Derek in the living room. They don’t usually go to bed or spend time in the bedrooms unless it’s close to bedtime and she’s trying to settle him down.
I shut off my bike, and run up the steps. I step inside the house closing the door behind me and locking it. The living room and kitchen are dark. The only room with the light on is our bedroom. Maybe she got tired, put Derek to bed early, and decided to read or something.
I walk to the bedroom and, when I open the door, I freeze in place.
Fuck.
Ella is on the bed kneeling in the middle. She is wearing a black night gown. It goes down to the middle of her thighs and it’s completely see through. I can see the hard points of her nipples, and the black thong underneath. Fuck me.
I don’t know how long I stand their staring at her, but when my eyes meet hers there is so much fucking heat in them that my legs almost give out.
“Fuck, baby,” I say in a husky voice stepping closer to her. I take off my cut, place it on the chair next to the bed, and remove my shirt. I undo my belt. When I finally reach the bed, Ella is staring at me wondering what my next move will be. I see the rise and fall of her chest, and the flush over her body.
I place one knee on the bed, and waste no time grabbing her hair in my hand and pulling her toward me. She meets me in a kiss with as much urgency as I do. This is a hard and passionate kiss like we have both been desperate for this moment for a long time. I know I fucking have been waiting for the time that I can finally claim my woman.
I push her back on the bed, and position myself over her, resting between her legs. Her legs fall open automatically trying to accommodate my size. My lips still haven’t left hers, and I fucking love that she’s giving as much as I am. There is no need to question if she wants this. She’s showing me how much she fucking wants me.
I pull my mouth away from hers. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking sexy,” I whisper in her ear nipping at it. One of my hands moves down to one of her breasts. I give it a light squeeze, and she arches her body into my touch.
I move my thumb around her nipple feeling it harden under my touch. I roll it between my fingers giving her a slight pinch. She gives me a moan. I kiss down to her neck, and give it a bite which seems to turn her on more. My woman likes a little bit of pain. Fuck.
My mouth makes its way down to her breasts. I bite her nipple through the thin piece of fabric. She moans loud. I know that if I put my finger into her pussy, she would be wet. She’s so fucking responsive that I’m trying fucking hard not to go off in my pants. She keeps thrusting her hips up into me like she’s searching for my dick.
I kneel back placing my hands up her thighs so that I can remove her night gown. She sits up slightly to help me move it off of her. Now she’s laying before me in just a black lacy thong. Fuck. She looks so fucking good spread out before me on the bed waiting for my cock.
I run my finger down her slit, and I can feel that she’s wet through the thong.
“Fuck baby, you’re drenched,” I say on a groan.
“Oh fuck, Damien, please,” she begs me. I fucking love those words coming from her mouth.
“Please what, baby?” I say running my finger up and down her again, this time putting more pressure.
“Please Damien, touch me. I need more.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
I move her thong aside, and slide my finger in her entrance. She’s so fucking wet that my finger slides in easily. Fuck, she’s so fucking tight. I know that I won’t last long once I’m inside her.
I take her thong off urgently. I hear the sound of a rip, but I don’t fucking care right now.
First, I need a fucking taste before I slide my cock in her.
I bring my lips down to her clit and, with my finger inside her entrance, she starts moaning. I’ve barely just begun.
I bite and suck on her clit while I finger fuck her. It doesn’t take long before her legs are shaking and she’s moaning my name. Fuck, I love my name coming from her lips.
I know that she’s on the brink of an orgasm, but I want her first one to be around my cock. I can already feel her clenching my finger.
I stand back on the bed, and take off my pants. I get back in between her legs. I don’t bother with a condom. I know that she went on the pill after the accident, so I know that I’m safe until we are ready to have another baby. I don’t want to fuck her with anything in the way anyways.
I move the head of my cock to her entrance, and slide the tip in, slowly working myself in and out of her until I’m buried to the hilt. I pause so she can adjust to my size. After a few seconds, she starts moving her hips, so I know that she’s ready.
Fuck, she feels good.
I thrust in and out of her, increasing my pace. I can feel myself losing control. I look down at her and she’s staring up at me, lost in the passion. I move my mouth down to hers, and kiss her hard as I’m increasing my speed. I start fucking her hard as I lose control. I need to break away from the kiss. We are both panting and moaning.
“Damien, fuck. I’m going to...”
“Hold it, baby. Don’t cum until I tell you to,” I say as I kneel back, lift her ass off of the bed, and start fucking her hard and fast. I’m out of control, and a man on a mission.
I feel my muscles tightening, and my balls drawing up. I know that I’m close to breaking.
“Fuck baby, come now,” I say as I put my thumb on her clit, and keep fucking her hard and fast.
She’s moaning loudly, and her walls start clenching around my cock. “Fuck, Damien!” she shouts.
“Fuck, Ella… Ahhh fuck,” I shout as her walls clench me fucking tight, and I go off on the best fucking orgasm I have ever had.
Once I fucking spill all of my seed into her, I collapse on top of her. I make sure not to put all of my weight on her. Her hands are running up and down my back. We are just relaxing into one another while we come down from our orgasms.
“Fuck, baby, fuck,” I say. I have no words for what just happened, but I fucking love it.
“Wow,” she says.
“I love you so much, baby,” I say lightly kissing her on the lips.
“I love you too, Damien.” I stop, and I can’t help the smile that comes over my face. That’s the first time she has ever said that to me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner, but I was scared of how I was feeling, and didn’t want to rush it. I know we have been together for the better part of a year, but I still got scared, and I needed to be sure in my head that’s how I felt. I didn’t know how to tell you since you have been waiting so long to hear it from me, and it just got harder the longer I waited,” she says and then takes a deep breath.
“Baby, I knew you loved me but were scared to say it. I know you better than you think. I could see it in your eyes how much you loved me. That’s why I waited until you were ready to say the words, and I’m fucking glad that I did. Hearing the words from your mouth without anyone or anything making you is the sweetest fucking thing I have ever heard. I’m so fucking glad that the clinic had an accident and gave you my sperm. It brought you to me, and gave me a life I didn’t know I wanted,” I tell her softly loving the look in her eyes that she gives me back.
“I became accidentally yours, and I am glad that it was you who ended up being on the other end of the phone,” she tells me with a smile.
“Yeah. You’re accidentally mine,” I say on a whisper. When we are both quiet for a few minutes and almost falling asleep, I finally ask her, “Where’s Derek?”
She huffs out a laugh.
“He’s with Lily and my dad for the night. I wanted you all to myself,” she says with laughter in her voice. Probably because I forgot about my kid for a second.
“Did Torch or Steal have anything to do with it?” I ask her curiously.
“Yeah, I asked them to make sure that no one bugged us tonight unless it was an emergency. I thought it would be weird to ask my dad so that his little girl could have undisturbed sex.” I end up barking out a laugh. I don’t know how she does it, but no woman has made me laugh right after sex.
“You’re telling me that you had tonight all planned?” I ask her.
“Yeah, honey. I wanted our first time to be special,” she tells me shyly.
“Well, since I have you to myself for the night, get ready to go all night because, baby, I’m going to take you so many times tonight that your pussy is going to be sore, and tomorrow when you’re walking around, you will know who was inside this pussy. You will feel your man all day,” I tell her, and I feel my cock already hardening for round two.
“That sounds fan-fucking-tastic to me, Damien. Give me all you got,” she says as she grabs my neck and pulls me toward her.
I grin and kiss her. I spend the rest of the night making love to her. I love this woman for who she is, and for the man she has made me want to be.
Epilogue
Ella
Nine months later
Today is Derek’s birthday. We are at the clubhouse celebrating him turning one. A lot has happened over the year. Damien officially moved in, and we made my home into our home.
We have had our disagreements over the months, but I have to say that I love the make-up sex. Sometimes, I try to piss him off just so that we can have wild make-up sex. I can tell by the smirk he usually throws me when it happens that he knows what I’m doing.
Six months ago, I ended going through Jeff’s personal belongings. They were in the basement as I had requested. Not once had Damien pressured me into going through them. I kept the important things to me, and the pictures now have their own photo album in our living room. I wasn’t sure if Damien would be okay with having the pictures out in the open since that was a time with me and another man, but he seemed to get it though. He knew that I had a life before him, and he wasn’t going to spend his time being jealous over something that he wasn’t a part of.
This man just finds more ways to make me fall in love with him. His understanding of my past and feelings towards Jeff make me fall even harder.
He doesn’t try to make me feel guilty for loving before him, or for keeping a piece of Jeff in my heart. He’s been more understanding than I thought he would for a man like him. If I wasn’t with Jeff and we weren’t having fertility problems then I wouldn’t have gone to the clinic, and I wouldn’t have ended up reuniting with my family or being with Damien. Don’t get me wrong, I still miss my husband everyday, but being with Derek and Damien makes it so much easier to live my life. They give me a reason to get up in the morning, a reason to smile.
This morning when I got up, I had taken a pregnancy test. I wasn’t shocked to find that it was positive.
I have been feeling sick lately, and more emotional than I usually am. I knew what that meant since when I was pregnant with Derek I was a hormonal mess.
As soon as I step out into the backyard with Derek he is immediately taken from my hands.
“Let me see my nephew, D.J,” Steal says taking Derek from me.
“Hi to you too, baby brother,” I say with a smirk.
“Hello, sister dear. Looking old as ever,” he says with a wink when my mouth drops open.
I have gotten close to my brothers over the year. Without the threat of Demon, I was able to relax and get to know them. Steal continues to be a joker, and is now clearly very comfortable with making jokes at my expense.
Torch has been with Stacey for the last year, and they both seem pretty happy. He made her his old lady. Stacey and I went to get our tattoos on the same day. Damien wanted to make sure that I was healed completely before I went. Also, in addition to his name and the club symbol, I had to get princess written on it as well. Also, as the club rules state that your old man decides where he wants the tattoo, Damien had chosen my right shoulder on the back so that when I wore my off the shoulder tops that people could see which club and who I belonged to.
Eventually, they had gotten more club whores in the club. Those women get marked with a V.S. on their wrists so that the other clubs know who they belong to. This stops clubs from getting women to be moles for their club by fucking men in another club.
I asked about the tattoo that the men have, and Damien said that it showed their loyalty to the club. If they weren’t willing to get marked with a Vicious Snakes symbol on them then they didn’t know if they could trust them, which meant they were most likely moles. They haven’t had a problem with any brother betraying them in years though. If a guy took off his shirt to get a tattoo on his back or chest, the other brothers can see if he has any other club symbols on him. Ink is the club tattoo artist. He’s the main one who runs the show, though a few other brothers work at the tattoo parlour as well.
“Hey, baby girl. How does it feel to have a son who is one today?” my dad asks pulling me in for a hug.
“Great, dad. How does it feel to have a one-year old grandson?” I ask smiling back at him.
“Fantastic. When are you giving me another one? Stacey is refusing to give me one right now. Saying something about enjoying a kid free life a little longer,” he says throwing an arm over my shoulder and walking me deeper into the backyard.
“OHH! Is that steak?! Wow, I love steak. Let me go see if Cook will let me take one now! Maybe he will let me have a grilled chicken with it?” I say running away from him.
I hear my dad calling my name, but I don’t know how to lie, and I want Damien to be the first to know. I know I must give it away by running away from him, but I can’t look back now.
Damien
“What’s up with Ella?” I ask coming into the backyard. I stand beside Prez as he’s trying to hold in laughter watching Ella practically run away from him and over toward Cook. She points to things on the grill, and he gives her a puzzled look and turns back toward where I am standing with Prez.
“I asked her when she was going to give me another grandchild and she ran away from me saying something about Cook making he
r steak- and maybe he will give her chicken too,” he says looking at me with questioning eyes. I just shrug because I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.
He stands there and looks at me for a good minute like he’s trying to clue me in on something. Then he speaks slowly to me.
“I asked her when I was getting my next grandchild, and she practically ran away from me to go get steak AND chicken,” he says to me like he is giving me obvious clues.
The air rushes out of my lungs and my eyes find Ella. She’s waving her hands in the air frantically avoiding looking this way. Cook looks like he’s trying to hold in laughter, same with a few other brothers in the area.
“WOMAN,” I yell across the backyard. She stops, and turns to me with an innocent look on her face. Maybe if I didn’t know her, I would have probably fallen for it.
I walk closer to her, but my voice remains loud.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
“What are you talking about, honey? I was just getting something to eat from Cook,” she says, and fucking batts her eyelashes at me.
“Steak AND chicken?” I question her, raising an eyebrow.
“Y-yes… it sounds really tasty right now. I might even have seconds.”
“Is there any reason you wanted both types of meat for supper?” I ask her crossing my arms over my chest.
I see her take a hard swallow, and look to everyone around us. She drops her head and whispers so low that I can’t even hear her.
“Say that again?” I tell her.
“I said, I’m pregnant,” she says, and immediately puts her hands over her eyes to avoid eye contact with me.
“Baby, look at me,” I say with my voice soft. Did she think that I would be mad, or not want another kid with her? I will take as many as she’s willing to give me.
She looks up at me and so many emotions flicker in her eyes.
“Baby, I love you and I’m so fucking happy you’re pregnant. I want as many kids as you’re willing to give me. Never question that,” I tell her pulling her into me and crushing my lips onto hers.
