“It can keep. I’ll fly out there when you’re back.”
“If anything changes, let me know.”
“I will, Hatch. Thanks.”
He hung up and I plugged my phone into the charger.
“Who was that?” Maisie asked as she walked into the room.
“Sundance.”
“From Colorado?”
“Yeah.”
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“I think so,” I said. “He’s gonna fly out when we get back to talk about club shit.”
“That doesn’t sound like everything’s okay.”
I smiled, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Niall go down okay?”
She sighed. “Yes, but if you don’t want me to ask you a million questions about why Sundance might be flying in, you better distract me.”
I pulled her T-shirt off over her head and tugged the cups of her bra down, palming her nipples into tight peaks.
She dropped her head back. “That’s a good start, love.”
“Strip,” I ordered, and she removed her clothing a little slower than I would have liked. I stripped much faster and stood in front of her, my dick raised in full attention, ready to perform.
Once she was naked, I lifted her onto the bed and buried my face between her legs. Jesus, she tasted like honey, and I could never get enough.
I sucked her already swollen clit deep into my mouth, lapping at her pussy and her hands sunk into my hair. Her hips bucked as I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit with my flattened tongue.
Reaching down, I pressed one finger, then two, inside her pussy, pushing them deep while pressing the heel of my hand against her clit.
I slammed my mouth onto hers to muffle her moans of pleasure, but I needed her tits, so I broke our kiss and moved my mouth down to suck on her nipple, flicking it with my tongue. When I felt her pussy start to clench around my fingers, I removed my hand and slid my dick into her.
Deep.
“God, yes,” she rasped, and I linked our fingers together, dragging her hands above her head. “Harder, Con.”
I obliged, slamming in harder and harder, deeper and deeper until she cried into my shoulder, her pussy contracting around my dick until I came just as hard as she did.
She cupped my face and grinned. “That was a good distraction, darling. Well done.”
I laughed. “I aim to please.”
“You please me all the time.”
I smiled, kissing her gently as I pulled out of her. “Mic drop.”
Maisie giggled. Jesus, I loved that sound. “Indeed.”
“I’m gonna shower. You gonna join me?”
“Hells, yes, I am,” she said, and we headed into the bathroom.
I distracted her several more times until she fell asleep in my arms. I didn’t think I could love another woman any more than I loved her. She was perfection and I was grateful every day that she was mine.
Maisie
Two nights later, we pulled up to the London Chapter clubhouse and Hatch wrapped an arm around my waist as we headed inside. It was just him and me tonight, with a promise to our boys that they could join us for the family night Saturday week. Hatch and I needed to get the lay of the land, so to speak, and he wanted to take the temperature of the chapter to see how everyone was doing since the global war with the Spiders.
“Maisie love!” Chippie, the chapter’s president, bellowed, rushing to us and picking me up in a bear hug.
I hugged him back. “Hi, Chippie, how are you?”
“Got me a dodgy ticker, but otherwise good,” he said, setting me back on my feet.
“Why are you hauling me around, then,” I admonished.
He laughed. “Maybe because you’re the prettiest bird I’ve seen in years.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Hatch said, and pulled me slightly behind him. “Good to see you, Chippie.”
Chippie shook his hand, smiling wide. “Good to see you too, mate. Now, let’s get you two a couple of pints.”
Most biker clubhouses merely mimicked bars, but the London Chapter met in a proper English pub. At least it used to be back in the day. Chippie explained to us that Patrick, whom everyone called Patty was the Pub’s previous owner and namesake, and he’d sold the place to the Dogs when he retired. The Dogs closed the place to the public and made it their official in-town meeting place. The Pub was in a pretty dodgy part of the city, nowhere near the places the college kids liked to drink, so apparently hardly anyone even seemed to notice.
“A round of pints if you please, Patty,” Chippie shouted over the din of bikers and clinking glasses, and we made our way to the bar.
“Patty’s still here?” I asked, surprised. “I thought you said he retired.”
“That’s what his wife thought, too,” Chippie said with a smile. “Our Patty bored of retirement within two weeks and came back here to pour pints in his spare time.”
“How often is that?” Hatch asked.
“Every bleedin’ day,” Patty exclaimed as he appeared with full glasses, placing them down on the bar. “I never made two bob in this shite location,” he said, in a thick Irish brogue. “The club were me best customers anyway.”
“We were your only customers,” Chippie corrected him.
“Feck ahf. Either way, the Daahgs are good mates,” Patty said.
“You’re a good man, Patty,” Chippie said, raising his glass to his old friend. Patty responded by pouring, raising, and downing a shot of whiskey himself.
“Did I mention they’re a generous lot as well?” Patty asked, motioning to a jar labeled “Heather’s Trip.”
“Patty’s granddaughter, Heather, is graduating from University in a few months,” Chippie said, pulling a large roll of cash from his pocket, and placing two twenty-pound notes into the jar.
“She’s dreamed of going to the States since she was a wee thing,” Patty said.
“Ooh, goody,” I said excitedly as I patted Hatch’s cut. He smiled, pulled out his wallet and handed me a fifty, which I held and sniffed before placing it into the jar.
“I miss proper money,” I said.
“She says ours looks fake,” Hatch said to Chippie with a chuckle.
“American money is small boring, and...green. Plus, I still don’t know who half of the geezers are on your bills,” I replied before taking my first sip of my beer. “Oh, sweet Lord, baby Jesus,” I said as the flavor, smell, and feel of the lager nearly overloaded my senses. “I’ve missed a proper pint even more than proper money.”
“What are you talking about?” Hatch asked. “We live in Portland. There’s great beer everywhere.”
“Not like this,” I said, with a satisfied purr. For whatever reason, I felt more at home at that moment than I had since we’d arrived in England.
“Heather thanks you,” Patty said.
“Well, if she ever makes it as far out west as Portland, Oregon you be sure to tell her she’s always welcome in our home,” I said.
“Oregon? That’s out near Texas isn’t it?” Patty asked.
“Close enough,” I said with a smile, so clearly remembering a time when America was little more than a vague notion of cowboys and skyscrapers. Sometimes it still felt like dreamland that was created by Hollywood, but every day that I’m with my family, America feels more familiar, and increasingly like my home.
“Let’s go see the lads, then,” Chippie said.
Hatch wrapped his arm around me again and I slid my hand into the back pocket of his jeans as we greeted the bikers, some known, some new to us. It was both familiar, yet somewhat disorienting to hear a room full of loud voices speaking in my mother tongue. I hadn’t realized how tuned my ear had become to the American accent.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” a familiar voice rang out and I turned to see Lizzy, Chippie’s old lady tapping on his shoulder. “If you lot are through with this one, us ladies would like a go at her for a while.”
“Lizzy!” I shouted and threw my arms around her. �
��I didn’t know you were here.”
“Me and the girls are in the back. We’ve got our own place set up away from these horrible men,” she said.
“I was just about to tell her,” Chippie said.
“You’re a lying sack of shit, Chippie, but you’ve got a right big willie, and a lot of money so I tolerate you,” Lizzy said dryly. “Hatch, it’s always nice to see you love,” she said kissing him on the cheek.
“Nice to see you’re still busting Chippie’s balls,” Hatch said with a grin.
“Bust them? These days, they hang so low, I damn near trip over them,” she replied, and the room got noticeably quieter. Chippie and Lizzy were wicked in love, and famous for taking the piss out of one another.
“I thought you were leaving,” Chippie said.
“If I had any sense at all, I’d leave and never come back,” she replied to laughs around the room.
“Try it, woman, and I’ll block the door with that big willie you were talking about.”
“Then, I’ll leave out the back door. Cause your willie’s never getting near that.”
“Is that what you ladies do in the back room?”
“Look, Chippie. You don’t ask what I do in the back room and I won’t ask what you do with that box full of David Beckham pictures you keep underneath our bed.”
Even if Chippie had delivered a solid comeback it would have been devoured underneath the wave of laughter that rolled through the room.
Chippie threw his hands up in the air in surrender before giving Lizzy a passionate kiss to applause all around.
“Come on love, let’s get away from all...this,” Lizzy said guiding me to the back.
* * *
Hatch
“Lizzy looks good,” I said.
“That woman is the apple of my eye and a pain in my arse,” Chippie replied.
“I’m pretty sure they call that true love.”
“Now that we’ve got love figured out then, how’s the war going?” Chippie asked, changing the subject.
“Everything’s pretty quiet after what went down with the Saints and the FBI.”
“When Dekko told me about what happened to Wolf, I though he was having me on,” Chippie said.
“It’s all true and the Spiders being neutralized is good news for us,” I said.
“Neutralized? Not dead?”
“The FBI can only do so much. The Spiders are still an active club and I suspect it won’t be too long before we hear from them again. In fact, we’ve already heard rumors of guns coming in from Eastern Europe, slated to be sold to the Spiders. We don’t know if this deal is real or if it’s already gone down, but I wanted to give you a personal heads up in case you hear of anything on this side of the pond.”
“I appreciate the update,” Chippie said, shaking my hand. “And be sure to send my best to the Burning Saints and our brothers state side.”
“I will,” I replied.
“Good. Now, let’s go get pissed.”
I laughed and followed him back up to the bar, taking a detour to check on my wife. She had her head turned slightly and was laughing at something Lizzy said, and she looked stunning. Jesus, I couldn’t love this woman anymore.
She glanced my way and smiled, and I couldn’t stop myself from closing the distance between us, pulling her against me and kissing her to the point of frustration.
Maisie tugged my beard gently. “What was that for?”
“Just reminding you how much I love you.”
“It’s not something I could ever forget, love.”
I smiled. “Good.”
I kissed her once more, then headed back to the bar.
* * *
Maisie
Hatch and I snuck back into my parents’ home, trying to keep our groping as quiet as possible. If we hadn’t been in a taxi, I think I would have taken his cock in my mouth while we drove.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed. “Need you out of those clothes, Sunshine.”
“I would love nothing more, darling, but you need to stop kissing me long enough for me to see where I’m going.”
He chuckled and tugged me up to our room, closing us in and virtually tearing my T-shirt off my body. Pushing my bra up, freeing my breasts, he palmed the nipples into tight nubs. Not that it took much, I was always a bit nipply around him. I unbuckled his belt and fought with his jeans to unzip them and release his rock-hard cock.
My still clasped bra was constricting me, so I undid it and threw it on the floor, kneeling in front of my man and dragging his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs.
“That’s not how we do this,” Hatch growled.
I grinned up at him, sliding my mouth over the tip of his cock. “Mmm,” I mumbled, taking him deeper.
He was right, it wasn’t typically how we did this. Normally, we started with his face between my legs, but I had been dreaming of his deliciousness all night, and I fully intended to feast.
Unfortunately, Hatch had other ideas and I was dragged back to my feet, my jeans removed tout de suite, and I was bent over the mattress with a very satisfying smack to my bum. His fingers delved into my already soaked pussy, then his dick was pressing at my entrance and I was moaning into my pillow.
Gripping my hips, he pulled me back slightly, burying his beautiful cock deep. “Is this what you wanted?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
He ran his tongue over the small of my back. “Not happy I didn’t get to taste your pussy, Sunshine.”
I forced back a grin. “Sorry, not sorry?”
He slapped my bum again and I squeaked into the pillow.
He pulled out and I felt his beard tickle my lips. I pressed my pussy back against his face with an order. “I want to come on your dick.”
Hatch’s tongue slid from my clit to my ass and then he slammed inside of me so fast and hard, I came.
“Bloody hell,” I rasped. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
His quiet chuckle rankled me a bit. “Next time, you’ll let me do my thing.”
“You’re a right bastard sometimes, husband.”
“I’m the bastard who’s gonna make you come another six times tonight, so you might want to keep those comments to yourself.”
I grinned. “You love it when I’m bossy.”
“I do. You’re right.” His finger slid into my darkest place and I moaned again. “Think you can be bossy while I fuck you stupid?”
“Oh, I love it when you fuck me stupid.”
“I know,” he whispered, and buried himself deeper.
Then he moved. And, oh, how incredible it was when he slammed into me hard, his finger matching the rhythm of his hips, his cock reaching that spot the women swore didn’t exist because their men had never made them come like that. I screamed into the pillow, hoping to God no one heard what we were doing, although, figuring someone probably did, and exploded around him. He wasn’t far behind, his cock pulsing inside of me as my pussy milked him dry.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, removing his boots and jeans, and heading into our private bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up, then we climbed into bed and he pulled me over his chest.
“Do you want to move back?” he asked.
“To England?”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
I leaned up on my arm and met his eyes. “What brought this on, love?”
“You’re different this time. You seem happier to be here, so I want you to know, if you need to move back, I’m with you, Sunshine. All the way.”
I faceplanted onto his chest. “God, I love you. So much.” I kissed his neck, then met his eyes again. “I never want to move back. Ever. Our home is our home, love, and I’ll never want to leave there. But I love you for offering.”
“I’m puttin’ it out there, Maisie. If that ever changes, you let me know.”
I smiled. “I will. I promise, but the fact I get to come for a month or so make
s it unnecessary for me to move back here. When Mum and Dad are getting close to the end, I’ll come back for as long as I need to, but other than that, America’s the only place I want to be. With you.”
His grin lit up his face and his eyes got soft as he kissed me gently. “Love you, Sunshine.”
“Love you, too, Connor.”
For the next two hours, my man made love to me with a tenderness that almost broke me. We’d been together for nearly fifteen years and I loved him more every day.
I had never felt so complete and thanked the universe on the daily for whatever I’d done to deserve him.
Life was a dream and my dream was Hatch.
Unedited Copyright ©2019 Trixie Publishing, Inc.
Orion
I’m the oldest son of MC royalty. My father founded the Primal Howlers and he expects me to wear his patch one day. The problem is, I don’t know if that’s what I want. Lately, I couldn’t give two sh*ts about anything.
Until her.
Raquel
I moved to Monument, Colorado to write my thesis and get some much-needed distance from my overbearing family. What I didn’t expect was to find myself hung up on a biker who appears to have nothing to lose.
I, however, have everything to lose and I’m worried Orion just might be my downfall.
CHAPTER ONE
Raquel
About two months ago...
“Are you ready?” Sierra bellowed up the stairs of the townhouse we shared.
“Give me a sec!” I called back as I unplugged my curling iron.
She peeked her head into the bathroom. “Come on, slowpoke. I want to get my drink on.”
I chuckled. “Keep your panties on, I’m coming.”
“I’m not wearing panties.”
“Gross, Sierra, I did not need to know that.”
My bestie wore a black leather mini skirt, knee-high boots, and a tight, pink, deep V-neck t-shirt that hugged every curve. I was dressed a little more conservatively in a pair of dark skinny jeans, knee-high boots, and a Harley-Davidson t-shirt that hid my squishy bits nicely.
We were heading to Smiley’s in Colorado Springs, a notorious biker bar on the edge of town. My brother happened to be the president of the Dogs of Fire MC in Savannah, so I was pretty familiar with the establishment and who frequented it. The building welcomed everyone, and it was considered sacred, neutral ground, so the bikers tended to behave themselves.
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