by Rae B. Lake
I turned around and locked the door, I didn’t want any distractions for what I had planned for this man tonight.
“Oh daddy, your teeth are showing again.” He turned his head slightly. A few seconds ago we were fighting and now I was calling him daddy, he liked that shit.
I released the clasp behind my neck that kept my halter top dress up. It fell down in a pool of material at my ankles, I stepped out of it, my sparkling grey thong and high heel black pumps the only things on my body. They had chopped most of my hair off when I did my time behind bars but I was able to get it evened out and looking decent. Even pissed off I knew that Ryder would not be able to resist me.
“Cherry, fuck off.” He turned back to look at the ceiling.
I sauntered over to him, letting my heels click noisily on the floor. “Ryder, you are such a fucking jerk.”
He didn’t react, so I kicked my heels off, got up on the bed and stood over him, I was just tall enough that on top of the bed I could reach the ceiling. I put my hands up to keep my balance.
“Cherry, go away, I just told you I don’t have time for this shit.” He spoke but he wasn’t screaming anymore and his hands were twitching in my direction.
“We have been going in circles for months now, but I think I finally get it.” I began to dance, a slow torturous beat, “You want to be with me.”
“Yes.” He answered his eyes not leaving mine.
“You want me to be with just you?”
“Yes, Cherry.” He reached out and gently caressed my calf. It tickled and aroused all at the same time. I could no longer concentrate on the dance that I was doing for him. I squatted down and sat on his waist. I let my fingers slowly trace up his rock-hard body. For someone, almost in his fifties, this man had a body of a twenty-year-old.
“You love me, Ryan?” I asked I needed to hear it straight out.
“Fuck Cherry, what the hell do you think I’ve been trying to tell you?”
“Say the words, Ryan. Say the words and I am yours.” I looked down at him and waited for him to try and back out. It was all a pipe dream if he couldn’t admit how he felt about me.
“Yes Charity, I love you. I love everything about you. I love LJ like he is my own,” I burst into tears when he mentioned LJ but he didn’t stop talking, “I love how you can mesmerize me with just a few words, I love how selfless you are, I love how much you love to fuck, I love how you care for everyone, I love you Cherry, but...”
I wiped the tears from her face, there was a condition, “What?’
“Cherry, I will not share you, I won’t abandon my brothers for you, and I won’t tolerate disrespect.”
“I would never ask you to leave and if you’re saying we’re together, then you will never have to share me, but you know we can’t do this.” I kissed him softly on his cheek.
He pushed my shoulders back, “Why the fuck not? We’re both grown, we both want it, so why can’t we?”
“I am a club bunny, you know the rules.” Club bunnies and patched members can’t be together.
“No, fuck that, you aren’t a club bunny any longer. You’re my ol’ lady,” he said matter of fact as he reached up to try and kiss me.
“Ryan, be serious, you know it’s not that simple.”
That playful look that I hadn’t seen in ages formed in his eyes, “Oh you don’t think so?” He picked me up off his midsection and placed me softly on the other side of the bed while he got himself down and into his chair.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he unlocked the door and opened it. I had to drag the sheet over my body so the folks outside wouldn’t see me naked.
“I’m showing you how easy this is about to be.”
I watched him roll to the entryway, “Wire!” He yelled.
At first, nothing happened, then I saw him tug on Ripper and tell him something, I can only assume it was for him to get the music turned down because fifteen seconds later the music that had just been blaring was only at a dull murmur.
“Wire!” He yelled again.
“Yo!” Wire screamed back from where he was on the other side of the clubhouse.
“Get your official rags on, I’m claiming Cherry as my ol’ lady. Right now if you wouldn’t mind.”
It was silent, dead silent in the clubhouse.
Then in typical Clean fashion, he let out the loudest whoop I’d ever heard in my life, “Yeah brother! It’s about fucking time!” Everyone screamed and clapped in thunderous applause.
He turned back around to me, “Go get a white dress on babygirl, I’ll meet you at the altar.”
Chapter 17
Ryder’s POV
“Well god damn brother, that must be a fucking record.” Prez put his kutte on and buttoned up his shirt.
“What can I say, I’m tired of pretending. I want her, I want my woman all to myself.”
Prez fixed my kutte and I took the chain that I was supposed to give my ol’ lady out of the lockbox that was covered in spider webs from the closet. I never thought that I would get hitched but then again I’d never met a woman like Cherry before.
“You know you’re gonna cause a fucking riot, right?” Wire said as he stood in his black jeans and black t-shirt. He had on his kutte and was ready to swear us both in as married in the eyes of the club.
“Why is that?” I asked daring him to tell me some shit like I was making a mistake.
“You getting hitched to a club bunny, we all love Cherry but now all the club bunnies are going to think they have a chance.”
I shrugged and continued getting myself together, “Damn son, that ain't my issue, keep your entertainment in their place. If one of the brothers wants to be with one of the newer club bunnies so be it.”
“Fucking wonderful, you see people in love while I see a bunch of illegitimate children in the future.”
I laughed and rolled myself to the door. “Sucks to be you, Mr President, now if we could hurry the hell up. My woman is waiting for me, it’s time to get married.”
Everyone was already waiting for us to come out, the music was down, the stripper poles were gone, the club bunnies were all dressed and all my brothers, even the ones from the Spawns were there. Even Storm who had just been let out of the hospital was there. He had some brain trauma but it seemed like the only thing that was really affected was his memory, his short-term memory was shot at least for right now.
Still, the bright lights and the loud noise really gave him trouble so the fact that he was out here enduring the pain meant a lot to me. I stopped on my way to the front of the aisle to give him a hug.
“Congrats brother.”
“Thanks.” I clapped him on the back once and move on. I made it to the front just as Keeley screamed out from upstairs.
“Jeez, you guys ready yet?”
All of my brothers looked at me. Almost as if to ask, are you sure?
“Been ready for that woman my whole life.”
All the women said aww, while the men grumbled.
“Oh you fucking sweet pussy, lord have mercy, that was sappy as fuck!” Clean stepped in front of me and swung his arms back and forth like a little girl. “Do you love me like that too?” He batted his eyelashes at me and I punched him in the dick as my response.
“Oh Fuck.”
We all laughed as he crawled his way back to his spot.
“Yeah, we’re ready!” Wire called up to his wife.
Cherry emerged from the room in a white dress, of course in typical Cherry fashion it was super short, tight from the waist up and super low cut in the front. I wasn’t even sure how it was being kept up but fuck me if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
I was one lucky son of a bitch.
The ceremony lasted all of thirty minutes, we didn’t stick around for any type of reception or to talk to anyone. I sat her down on my lap and I rushed straight back to my room, I had shared her with everyone for long enough. I wanted her all to myself.
We got back to
the room and before I even could get the door closed all the way she was tearing at my shirt. I usually liked to take things slow and feel every nuance when I had sex. Not this time I just wanted to be deep inside her pussy. She ground down on me, I could feel all the pressure that she was putting on me and the pleasure that was shooting through me. I had spent the majority of this year thinking that I would never be able to walk let alone fuck again. There was no doubt anymore, I would walk and I would ride again. My sensations seemed to get stronger and stronger each and every day.
I pulled out the pins that were in her hair and let it fall down to her shoulders, I loved her hair. “Charity, my perfect Charity.” I kissed her mouth and let her take my clothes off.
“God Ryan, I feel like I won a prize, are you sure. I mean, it’s not official official, we can call it off. Are you sure?” She held my head in her hands, staring me in the face.
“Cherry, I am sure.”
“You won’t be mad about the stuff I did before?”
“No, what you did then is in the past as long as you’re faithful to me from now on, I have nothing to worry about.”
“And what about LJ, he has to be my first priority-” I smacked a hand over my anxious bride's mouth.
“Cherry, I love him, if you will let me I’ll adopt him. That’s my son now too. I promise you, woman, there is nothing to worry about. You deserve this and so do I. Let’s just enjoy each other.”
She let out a sigh and dropped her head to my chest. “I don’t believe this. It feels like a dream.”
“Let me help you believe it babygirl.” I pulled her face back to mine and kissed her hard. She fell right back into the mood as soon as my hands began to caress her skin, I tried to take the dress she had off but my big hands couldn’t grab the small zipper in the back.
“Charity, take this fucking dress off,” I mumbled into her mouth as we continued to kiss.
She giggled, “Look who’s in a rush.”
A rush, I’d show her a rush. I reached to the back of her dress with both hands and tore it straight down the middle. It fell to the ground like two pieces of paper.
“Ah...Ryan, so wasteful.” She giggled and tried to pull my pants off while I was still in the wheelchair. I stopped her. The last place I wanted to have sex as a newly married man was in a fucking wheelchair.
“Wait, get on the bed.”
She gave me a strange look but she did what I asked. I hated being vulnerable, but if I couldn’t be with my wife, what was the point.
“I know I’m still only half a man.”
She tried to speak up immediately but I put my hand up to hush her.
“I know I am but I am never going to stop trying to get better. I’ve been having some movement and feelings from the knees up, it’s like my nerves are waking up one by one and my body is remembering that I can do other stuff besides just lay like a log. I want to make love to you, I want to see you break apart beneath me, but I need some help.”
She smiled brightly, a tear tracking down her cheek as she nodded, agreeing before I even told her how she was going to help me.
“I will position my legs, I need you to just hook yours around mine to keep them from buckling. I need you to be my strength. Can you do that Cherry?”
“Yes daddy, anything for you.”
I pulled myself over to where she was, I had about sixty percent of the feelings back everywhere about an inch above the knee but I still didn’t feel anything below. I could bend my legs with my arms but I didn’t have the muscle strength yet to keep them that way.
I pulled my legs slightly under me, to make sure I had enough traction and she positioned her legs just like I wanted her to. I wanted to kiss her longer, I wanted to touch her more, I wanted tonight to be everything that she imagined but I just couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to feel her sweet walls clenching around me. I was ready for this release.
I slowly plunged my cock into her hot wet pussy and tried to remember how to pump. It was difficult because it had been so long since I had used my hips in this way, I wasn’t even completely sure that I could do it. She tried to raise her hips to take over but I wanted to do this on my own, I needed to prove this to myself. I held her hips still and slowly pumped in and out of her. There was no force at first behind the pumps but as the sensations from my cock registered with my mind my natural instincts began to take over and I was able to fuck my woman like a man is supposed to. Deep, hard and long.
“Mmm, Ryan. That’s good.” She moaned softly letting her hands fall back down to the sheets.
I pumped into her, not as hard as I wanted but hard enough that she had to fight to keep a grip on me. I started swiveling my hips and hit on that spot I knew she fucking loved. Her hips bucked up beyond her control and she purred her appreciation.
“Yes, don’t stop, I am so fucking close.” She pulled herself down lower so her hands could reach my ass, she dug her nails in and the pain spurred me to pound into her faster.
“Oh.. my… mmm!” Her back arched off the bed as she screamed her bliss. I caught her nipple in my mouth and sucked on it hard. Causing her to squeal and shiver in pleasure.
“Shit Charity. Every fucking time, you must have been built just for me. Fucking hell” I could feel my body tensing up gearing up for my own release. I didn’t want this to end, not yet.
“I want to watch you work, baby.” I nipped at her ear. I was spending too much time trying to focus on getting my body to do what I wanted it to do. It wanted my undivided attention to be on her.
“Yes.” She held onto me and we rolled over on the bed, she took a second to get settled on top of me but then she did what she did best. She fucked me.
Within two minutes of her bucking on top of me, my eyes were already rolling in the back of my head. “Charity, shit.” I grabbed her waist and picked her up and slammed her down on my cock. It was a race now, I wanted to cum. “Charity, what you do to me. Fuck.”
“You want more daddy?” She purred as she gripped her own breast and rolled her hips on me.
Something about the way she moaned daddy when I was deep in her honey hole just made me want to get deeper inside of her. She grabbed my hand and let my fingers caress her face, I traced the contours of her pouty mouth and she bit down hard on the pad of my thumb.
“Fuck!” I growled out loud, I couldn’t hold out anymore, I grabbed her by her waist and slammed her as hard as I could on my dick, the orgasm I had deep inside her pussy was enough to have me seeing the holy father.
I let her fall forward and she took in a few gasping breaths, trying to drag the air back into her lungs.
“You ok?” She asked nuzzling into my chest.
“No, I think I fucking died.”
She hit me playfully in the chest and cuddled me. It was so normal, so domestic. Something I had no idea I was desperate for.
Chapter 18
It had been months since we last saw our little spies. They checked in but the specifics about what they’d discovered about the Boys of Djinn remained a mystery. Amazingly the boys didn’t seem to realize anything was up, we played it like we had given up.
Wire even set up a meeting with Liam Djinn Jr to tell him that we would no longer fight back, we would give him what he wanted. It was hard playing bitch to the pigs but if it meant no one else was going to get killed or get locked up, we would play along.
They showed up twice a week like clockwork, asking for more and more money. Even though I wasn’t the treasurer anymore I was still keeping count, it made me sick to my stomach thinking about the cash we were just giving to these fucks. Millions.
We had no choice but to wait for the signal from the Archer and the rest that we could make our move, Wire was playing it smart and he would have continued to but the Boys had to push it. They had to ask for more than we were willing to give.
We were all sitting in the clubhouse, fucking around. Clean had bet that he was better at pool than anyone in the clubhouse. It was a bet that Nu
tty was happy to take. She was kicking his ass. It wasn’t even a competition.
“What the fuck! You’re fucking cheating!” He bellowed out as she sunk two more balls back to back.
“How?” Nutty asked.
“Damn Clean you going to let her punk you like that? I thought you were a man?” Ripper said from his seat on the other side of the pool table.
“Fuck you,” he threw his chalk at Ripper, it bounced spectacularly off his forehead.
“Nah, it looks like she’s fucking you Clean, in the ass, no lube.”
All of a sudden Clean dropped his cue stick, “Ahh, my old war injury. I can’t play, fuck I was just about to come back too.”
“Dumb ass, what war injury? You were never in any fucking war.” Wire said from his seat at the bar.
“Bro, you know about my carpal tunnel! It’s fucking debilitating.” He raised his wrist to show his make-believe injury.
“Oh, babe, you’re so fucking pathetic.” Maven said shaking her head.
“Shit, I’ll take pathetic over-” the conversation ended as the door to the clubhouse opened and Liam Djinn Jr walked in. Playtime was over.
“What the fuck are you doing in my space? I should have you shot just for fucking trespassing.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t want to do that Wire. I mean what would little Lily do without her father? Maybe fall into the wrong crowd? You never know,” he walked to the center of the room and waited for Wire to come to him. He felt like he was the boss.
I rolled up and grabbed the back of Wire’s kutte, he was known to go off on anyone if they mentioned his daughter.
“Watch your motherfucking mouth. I’d happily spend the rest of my life in jail as long as I got to rip your fucking guts out of your mouth.” Wire inched closer to him.
