With every suction I feel her pussy ripple around my fingers as her orgasm hits full force, my name spilling from her lips and echoing off the walls while pride hits my chest. I’m the one who guided her flight through a shattering orgasm, I’m the one who catches her, holds on and will never let go.
That knife pinning Gust to the wall wasn’t enough. I need to kick the ever-loving shit out of that guy, and the one who placed the hit in the first place. Ross Royale won’t be using air much longer; he needs to be gone. I won’t have anyone around who dares to try and hurt her; she’s mine, and I protect what’s mine.
“Oh, wow,” she whispers before spinning around in my grip so she can look into my eyes. “Can we…you…do that again? I mean, when I have some more energy because the only reason I’m still standing is because you’re holding me.”
The sheepish grin she gives me, the flushed face and by fucking God, that magnificent body I’m holding… “That’s just the first one of many, Jodi. If I haven’t made myself clear already; you’re mine. There will be much more where that came from, especially since you only had a mere touch of my fingers.”
There are no words of agreement nor a sign of defense, she just raises herself to the tip of her toes and closes the distance to connect our mouths. Her tongue slides over my lips seeking entrance that I allow. And, fuck. My dick is a ticking time bomb sitting on the last second when a sexy as shit moan flows through the air. The feel of her tongue dancing with mine, her tits rubbing against me, makes cum pump freely.
I have to brace myself against the wall and disconnect from her enticing lips to let my forehead fall on her shoulder while I try to catch my breath. Fucking hell, it’s like she sucked all the energy right out of me, taking a part of my very soul along with it.
Damn. In all my life, even as a teenager, I’ve never come in my pants. Shit. I’m even wearing my damn shirt, though those tits felt magnificent through that thin barrier. What the hell would it be like to bury my dick inside her if this experience already blew my damn mind?
I can feel her racing heart beating against mine. If we don’t get out of this damn shower I don’t think we ever will. I take a step back and cup her face, brushing my lips against hers before I pull back. “I’m gonna grab you a towel so you can dry off and slide into my bed. I’m going to wash up and then I need to handle some stuff. I’ll make sure to bring you some clothes before I do, yeah?”
She swallows and nods while her gaze is still set on my mouth.
I lean a bit closer and tilt her head some more. “Eyes, my sweet little fox. Right here. Or should I promise to be back in a few hours to bury my dick inside your tight pussy? Not so much a promise, more like a vow. You’d better get some rest and be ready because I don’t think we’ll be leaving the bed before we get a few rounds of fucking in. We’re gonna go until we’re both sated and can’t even lift a finger to touch one another. Clear?”
“Much better.” She fucking breathes in anticipation.
Stepping away, I snatch a towel from a shelf and hold it up for her. She gracefully takes it, allowing me to get back underneath the shower. I wait till she’s left the bathroom before I strip out of my wet boxers and shirt. Fuck, I’m already hard just thinking about what happened mere moments ago where I’m standing right now.
My hand wraps around my dick that still hasn’t softened even after I blew my load in my damn boxers. Squeezing, I enjoy the sensation of my Jacob's ladder piercing, imagining sinking inside Jodi, one stud at a time. Yeah, that’s not helping to bring my boner down any time soon. Shit.
Aw, fuck it. A few tugs later my balls draw tight as cum starts to burst out. It’s a relief that lasts mere seconds before it builds right back up. My dick softens a fragment, so that’s a plus, right? Yeah, fuck no. I reach out and grab the shampoo. Damn long hair and still no damn haircut. My mind flips to a visual of Jodi holding scissors. I’m fucked up because the haircut is long forgotten, even if she’s holding a sharp object, I still want to sink deep.
I really need to pull myself together. Turning off the water, I dry off real quick and stroll into the bedroom, heading for the closet right next to the bed to get my clothes. Clearly I haven’t thought it through because Jodi flashes up into a sitting position holding the blanket over her tits while her eyes are locked on my dick. Yeah. Should have wrapped a towel around myself instead of walking in here naked, boner leading the way.
“I need clothes,” I mutter as much to her as to myself.
Her eyes slowly travel up my inked body before they’re locked on my chest. She gasps and jumps out of bed. Reaching out she holds the ring that’s on my necklace in the palm of her hand.
“Where did you get this?” Her words are a faint whisper before they are repeated with anger. “Where. Did. You. Get. This?”
I’m absolutely stunned. Not just because this is the first time a woman asks about my necklace in such an angry way, but because her gaze is filled with hatred while she’s trying to rip it off me as if it doesn’t belong to me.
The cord is digging into my neck when she says, “This is Grannie Bowens’ wedding ring, or it used to be before it was made into a pendant. I would recognize it anywhere. Are you the one? Did you kill her or did you leave it to one of your friends, brothers, whatever you guys call each other. You know what? Never mind, it’s none of my business what you guys do, right?” Her voice is coming out in rasps due to fury, hurt, panic, and fuck knows what emotions are radiating from her when she adds, “I hope you rot in hell.”
I’m absolutely stunned when her fingers leave the necklace as she takes the sheet that’s wrapped around her and runs out of the room.
CHAPTER 06
***Jodi***
I can’t breathe. Clutching the sheet tighter around me, I make it halfway through the hallway when Bark catches up to me.
“Hold the fuck on,” he growls in my face.
I close my eyes and turn my head. I don’t want to look at the man who stole the wedding ring of an old woman that was the kindest person that ever lived on this Earth, and dammit…she was ripped from it in such a cruel way.
“How do you know Grannie Bowens?” His voice is still an angry growl.
“My mother was her caregiver. She took care of household chores and sometimes brought me along. Grannie Bowens would tell me stories about the good old days. She was…” I swallow a sob that rips from my throat.
Biting down on my lips I try to brace myself. I have no clue what to do or what’s to come. All that flashes through my mind is what happened to me, to Grannie Bowens, what ugliness the world surrounds us with.
I feel his fingers surround my neck as they travel up to guide my head toward him. “Look at me, Jodi.” His voice is gentle this time. “That’s it. Are you Eleanor’s daughter, or Vivienne’s daughter? Those were the two regulars who took care of my grandmother.”
His grandmother? I push him away from me, he lets me, as I raise my hands and block out his beard and hair, concentrating on his eyes only. Grannie Bowens used to show me pictures of a boy growing up…his eyes. “Mark?” The grandson she adored and raised?
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Yeah. As of the last few years, it’s Bark. Mostly because I used to bark out my name in a mumbled way that it came out twisted, making it sound like Bark. The guys just started to call me that because it fits. Me being the grumpy one after what happened to my grandmother…my words would always come out in a bark.”
“All bark and no bite?” Why brain? Why would that come to mind at a time when serious stuff is being discussed? Focus. I clear my throat. “Do you know who…who?”
“Yeah. It was a drug addict who wanted to take revenge on his dealer. The drugs he bought for him and his girlfriend were tainted. The drugs killed his girlfriend before he could take a hit himself.” His eyes wash over with a world of hurt. “One turn too early. That’s all it took for my grandmother to lose her life. Her whole house shot to fuck, bullets raining through…I found out the same day
who it was. An eyewitness with a rap sheet a mile long who didn’t want to talk to the police…he gave me a full description. I tracked the fucker down and he spilled the whole gut-wrenching story. I couldn’t kill the fucker, my fucked-up conscience wouldn’t let me. I gave him a choice. Go to rehab with the promise never to use again and make something of his life to help people in more ways than one to pay for the life he took. Vowing to track him down and end him if he’d ever touched drugs again. Or I could kill him right then and there. He chose rehab and has a job, a wife, and kid. He helps out in the rehab center Ferris’ nephew owns. I did kill the fucking dealer though. None of it means shit though because she’s dead.”
He steps away from me and suddenly I feel like such a bitch. Assuming he had anything to do with it, or the guys around him. I close the distance between us and slide my arms around his waist.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I didn’t know…I’m sorry I judged you and your friends.”
His grip on me tightens. I feel his beard on my bare skin where he’s buried his head, seeking comfort. The soft shaking of his body against me feels like he’s crying and yet there’s no sound at all.
“You do know you have a room here, right? Although I am enjoying the view, nice tits, appreciate you’re sharing it…your ass and cock though, Bark? Not so much.” A man’s voice comes from our left as I feel Bark’s whole body freeze.
There’s a rumble low in his throat, it’s similar to that of a wolf who’s baring his teeth, a warning of what’s to come. “Leave, Ferris. Now or I swear I’ll take your eyes with a blunt knife.”
“Gone,” Ferris snaps and spins around, disappearing inside a room on the right.
Bark lifts me in his arms and rushes us back to his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He carries me toward the bed, gently placing me on it before he traces his knuckles along my cheek.
Pulling away, he opens a closet next to the bed and pulls out sweatpants. “I’m gonna go ask my Prez if I can borrow some clothes from his Old Lady. I’ll be right back.”
“Can you maybe borrow some shears, electric clippers, razors, combs, a mirror from someone who owns a hair salon? Then I could maybe make some house calls, visit my elderly clients and work my way back up again.” I bite down on my lip to stop my rant because it’s too painful.
Bark kneels beside the bed and brushes his lips against mine. “Just take a breath, darlin’. One thing at a time. You’re going to rest up first. I need to handle the bullseye that was placed on your salon. As soon as I know it’s been dealt with we’re going to get you back on your feet, okay?”
“But why? It’s my problem. It’s not like…I mean, maybe the insurance…I don’t know.” I sigh in frustration because I seriously have no clue where to build things up or if it’s even possible for me to do so.
“Jodi. It’s club business. One of us…fuck. Lost Valkyries MC screwed up, okay? Doesn’t matter who or what, one thing led to another and now we’re here. I’m gonna handle it. All of it. You need to rest up and let me handle it, yeah?”
“Okay,” I mutter. I mean it’s not like he’s giving me an option. And seriously, what other option do I have?
I get one more gentle kiss before he’s out the door. I keep staring mindlessly in front of me until my eyes feel heavy as I drift off to sleep. Suddenly I feel the mattress dip. A strong arm wraps around my waist before I’m pulled against a hard body. I freeze up and start to fight. I’m wide awake, freaking out because I have no clue where I am.
“Stop, it’s me. You’re safe. Jodi, stop dammit.” Grunts follow as realization sets in.
Bark.
I’m safe. His bed. Shit. Turning around I hug him tight, ripping another grunt from his body. “Did I hurt you?”
“I think you got my dick once or twice. Would be nice if you’d never do that again. Fuck.” There’s some added curses that make me feel even worse.
“Sorry,” I whisper and snuggle even tighter against him.
“I won’t ever crawl in the bed next to you without warning you first, that’s for sure.” The man chuckles as if I didn’t harm his pride and joy.
“Is…uhmm…is he okay?” Jesus, I’m referring to his penis as a he?
Full. Blown. Laughter.
“Yeah, hot Fox. He’s okay. I think.” I can still hear the smile in his voice. “Wanna check? See if he’s standing to attention with you being all concerned.”
“No,” I squeak. “I’ll take your word for it.”
I’ve seen it. He’s got all these piercings from the tip down to his balls, like a ladder. I’ve never seen something like that on a man.
The few encounters I’ve had were missionary position, dark bedroom and maybe five minutes. With what he did in the shower? Never have I’ve felt that way or had an orgasm like that. So something tells me sex with this man will mean the end of the world and floating straight to heaven.
Yes. I know I’m exaggerating but really…beard, tatted all over, knows how to work my body with his fingers and mouth, and by the sights of his penis…I need to work up to the nerve to be able to give myself completely to this man.
I will my body to relax and pretend to fall back to sleep. It doesn’t take long before I drift off to sleep, surrounded by a man who gives me the warmth, protection, and comfort to be able to.
CHAPTER 07
***Bark***
It’s been almost a week since I met her, since she moved into my room. Dammit, we haven’t done anything other than spend time together. Talking, sharing a meal, watching a movie, binging on TV series. Nothing romantic in my eyes, just mundane things, except we do them together. I haven’t touched her pussy since that first damn time, and yet everything we do, I consider intimate.
It’s such a damn difference for me because I’ve never had any kind of relationship with a woman. Not the kind of level this has been. The kind where I wake up with a damn smile on my face and fall asleep the night before with an even bigger one. It’s for this very reason I’m taking things slow. Although my dick is going to need life-support soon because it’s been hard every damn second of the day. Yet I keep my dick locked inside my pants. She’s special and worth the wait.
The way our lives have somewhat crossed in the past is unimaginable. Turns out she’s Vivienne’s daughter, one of my grandmother’s caregivers. My grandmother raised me and when I, and mainly she, got older…I just never left. I had a job and the MC I went to during the day, so the caregivers were there when I wasn’t. For a few hours a day they made it much easier for her, and for me. I used to come home around dinnertime, share a meal with her, and talk with her before she went to bed. Up until that very day she was murdered due to a fucking mistake. If it happened thirty minutes later, I would have been there too. Fuck.
I shake the memory of my grandmother’s murder out of my head. I’ve been carrying it with me ever since it happened and yet meeting Jodi, her fierce reaction when she saw my grandmother’s wedding ring…knowing she felt that way about my grandmother…no damn doubt; she’s made to be mine.
I stroll into my bedroom with a box in my hands. I’ve been waiting on this shit for a few days. I wanted to have it sooner but some of the things I ordered online were on backorder. Jodi’s tying her sneakers when she looks up and eyes the box.
I place it next to her on the bed. “I got you some things.”
She tilts her head in question. “What things?”
“Just open the damn box and look inside.” I cross my arms in front of my chest and wait while she keeps staring at me.
“I told you not to buy me stuff.” She glares.
I shrug. “Already ordered that shit before you said that. Besides, it’s self-preservation. Open it and you’ll see.”
The first two days she was here I managed to borrow a thing or two from Anouk, but I didn’t want to see her in my Prez’s Old Lady’s clothes. So, I took her shopping. Against her will I might add, until we made a deal. She’d pay me back as soon as she had everything set wi
th the insurance and the rest of that shit.
I don’t fucking care. I lost the receipts so fat chance she’ll ever find out how much I’ve spent because I don’t want a damn penny. I consider her mine so everything I own is already hers anyway.
“Why? How? Crap, this costs a fortune. How did you get this? How did you know what to get?” She doesn’t even look at me but holds the scissors or hell, I don’t know what all those special haircut things are called.
“I had Ferris ask that girl who worked for you what the top of the line things you wanted and needed were.” I sigh because she looks ready to put all the things back into the box. “I need a haircut, okay? That day I went to your salon it wasn’t just to check it out...I really need one. So yeah, I wanted you to have the things I bought but I also need for you to give me a haircut. Can you?” Shit. “I mean, will you?”
She gives me a devilish grin. “What if I shaved it all off?”
I actually take a step back in horror. Would she?
“I’m kidding!” She jumps up and drags a chair from the corner, making me sit down before she wraps the cape around me.
No words are exchanged and that right there makes me nervous. Especially since she was kidding about shaving it all off. She was kidding…right? Fuck. The sound of the clippers adds to the nervousness, but I decide to let her have control. That means sitting as frozen as fuck and hoping I won’t end up bald. It takes some time until she uses a brush to get rid of the tiny hairs on my neck before removing the cape.
“There,” she states, pride tinging her voice. “Go and have a look.”
I’m afraid to and yet I can’t wait. Although it sure feels fucking good. Stalking my way into the bathroom, I freeze before the mirror. Holy hell that’s some nice work she did there. The sides are shaved short, leaving it longer on top and that’s combed damn perfect to the side. She even managed to tame my fucking beard to perfection.
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