by Drew Elyse
Our girl?
His words from the night before came back to me. “You’re mine, Ash. I waited five years for you to come back to me. Now, you and Emmy—you’re mine.”
“Our girl?”
Sketch came right up to me, his hand settling on my neck. “Our girl.”
Crap.
Him claiming Emmy that way shouldn’t have gotten to me. Nothing good was going to come of that. I couldn’t say it didn’t impact me, though. I’d always wanted that for her. Emmy deserved to be loved that way by a father. I just couldn’t provide that. And, despite how much I wanted him to, Sketch couldn’t either.
“You don’t know that she’s yours,” I whispered.
His eyes were determined. “Yes, I do.”
“You can’t.”
He leaned in closer to me. “I can. I know it down to my fuckin’ soul. That girl is mine.”
I had no clue what to say, but Sketch didn’t wait for me. He laid a quick kiss on my unmoving lips and went to the kitchen.
Just after he disappeared, I heard his voice. “Eat up, princess. You need your energy for the zoo.”
“Zoo!” Emmy cheered.
Right. Apparently, we were going to the zoo.
The Oregon Zoo was back in Portland, a two-hour drive. We had lived less than twenty minutes from it all of Emmy’s life, but I’d only been able to take her once. Now, with that distance so much greater, she was getting her second chance.
Emmy slept for about an hour of the drive, which was beyond awkward for Sketch and me. The other hour was spent telling Sketch how excited she was, how she couldn’t wait to get there, how she wanted to see everything, how she’d only gotten to go the one time before.
Her joy drove the pain that I hadn’t been able to provide that more often deeper. I knew Sketch noticed, and the concerned way he looked over at me told me he wasn’t judging me for it. I filed that away into the ever-expanding folder of things I wasn’t going to think about.
Sketch bought our tickets, something he had laid down the law about before we’d even left. Seeing as I had no job and the funds in my account were going to dry up fast, I wasn’t exactly going to argue with him about it.
Once we were in, I unfolded the map we were given, and asked, “Where should we start?”
Sketch, who had been carrying Emmy on his shoulders since we got out of the car, patted her thighs. “Princess, what’s your favorite animal?”
“Otters!”
“Which way to the otters?” he asked me.
“They have two types. We’ll go left up here first,” I instructed.
“Which otters come first, Momma?”
“River otters, sweetheart.”
Emmy proceeded to tell Sketch everything she knew about the difference between sea and river otters. This was really just that river otters were smaller and “not as fluffy”. Still, she explained this distinction like it was the height of scientific knowledge.
We walked through the crowds, looking like many of the families wandering about in some ways. Mom, dad, child, just a normal family outing to the zoo—except the picture wasn’t necessarily ordinary. Emmy in her pink windbreaker—there was still a bit of a chill in the spring air—was the quintessential three-almost-four-year-old in her exuberance. Sketch was anything but the typical dad. The Disciples’ logo on his back, the tattoos on every visible bit of skin aside from his face, and the way they contrasted with the innocent girl on his shoulders, were garnering him a lot of looks. Some were merely curious, some appreciative, and others openly wary or judgmental.
I hated that. Growing up with the club, I’d experienced it plenty. People used to judge my dad for the way he looked. Dad was not completely covered in ink the way Sketch was, but he’d had more than a few. His arms were clearly inked, even from a distance, and he always wore his cut.
People were writing a narrative in their head of a dangerous man, a man unfit to raise a little girl. They were probably wondering what I was doing with him, if he treated me well. They were likely even casting their judgments my way for making a family with such a man. They had no idea Sketch was one of the most caring people I’d ever known. They didn’t know he was an artist. They had no idea he was sweet enough to plan the trip to the zoo for Emmy.
They had no idea we weren’t a real family, and that was in no way Sketch’s fault.
We came upon a little children’s play area between two exhibits and Emmy begged to be set loose. She took off while Sketch and I stood a bit away with the stroller we’d rented for the day.
“Don’t let them get to you,” he said. He read the question on my face. “The assholes who keep looking at us. I know it’s bothering you. Just ignore them.”
He seemed very nonchalant about the whole thing. “It doesn’t bother you?”
He turned to me and I saw the irritation he was containing. “Of course it does. I hate that they’re judging you, judging Emmy, who’s just a child, because of the way I look. But do I care if they judge me? Not a fucking bit. I got these tattoos knowing I would face this shit. I don’t give a fuck what they think of me.”
Of course he didn’t. He’d never been bothered by what people thought of him unless the person mattered. “I envy that.”
His arm went around my shoulders and settled me into his side. He lightly kissed my head. “I know.”
He did. I’d envied that about him most of our lives. He learned just how much after he discovered Tori and her group of friends had been bullying me for years.
“You just have to ignore it,” he went on. “We’re here to have a good day with Emmy. Don’t let narrow-minded assholes ruin it.”
I stood there for a few moments, until it occurred to me that he was still holding me. It felt so right, so natural to be there. For years, I was rarely near him and not touching him, but I wasn’t doing him or myself any favors by falling back into old habits.
Before I could even step away, his grip tightened.
“Don’t.”
I looked up to see his stony face focused on Emmy.
“Don’t what?”
He looked down at me, his expression not fading. “No pulling away.”
“How—”
“Felt you tense.”
Oh, right.
Sketch sighed, then shifted to wrap his other arm around me until I was held tightly with my back against his front.
“Give me today. You wanna fight me, fine. I’ll fight for you both if I have to, but just give me today. One day with you and Emmy, okay?”
How could I say no?
“Okay.”
I hated crowds. I hated being around a lot of people I didn’t know. I hated even more when those people were sheltered assholes who passed judgment on dirty bikers with tattoos. I hated going places where they charged ridiculous prices for mediocre food because they had you by the balls.
I should have hated nothing more than being at the damn zoo on a Saturday.
But I didn’t.
And that was because Emmy loved it. Emmy loved everything she saw, and she made a point to show it. She thought everything was adorable or funny. She wanted to get as close as she could, right up to the barriers at every exhibit so she could get a good look. She told us more than once that she wanted to be a “zoo people” when she “growed up”.
Fuck, she was cute.
Then, there was her mom. Ash always liked animals. I think she liked them more than most people because animals didn’t expect her to talk or be social. With Ash, though, I was enjoying her reactions to me.
She kept her word. All day, no matter how much I pushed it, she never once pulled away. She let me hold her, touch her, kiss her. She even let me get a little tongue when our lunch turned into a short nap for Emmy.
Never fucking thought I’d get a hard-on in a fuckin’ zoo, but there you go.
Ash thought this was all just temporary, she’d have one last day to get me out of her system, and I let her think that. When the day was done, she c
ould go right ahead and fight me. I just wasn’t going to fucking lose, not when the stakes were so high.
It was nice to get a day of my sweet Ash, though.
Really fucking nice.
Nice enough that I had no idea how I found myself in the backyard with Ash and a couple of my brothers with a beer in my hand after we finally got Emmy bathed and in bed.
Ace was discussing the overhaul he wanted to do to his bike’s exhaust. Stone was around, which was surprising. He might have a room here, but Pres usually stayed at the clubhouse. I think he thought it was his job to be there. Jager was around, too. He moved into the farmhouse about a month ago when his lease was up, never said why. Ash was at my side. She was more distant with the guys around and I let her have that play. She was deluding herself if she thought she was fooling any of them.
It wasn’t that I wanted to get away from my brothers, but when it occurred to me that I was standing around in the yard when I still had my docile, loving Ash for the rest of the night, I was done.
I hooked her around the waist and ducked my head into her neck. I breathed in that hint of sweet vanilla on her skin before I spoke. “Time to go, Firefly.”
“Why?” she asked, but I felt the faint arch of her back and the way her ass pressed just a bit tighter against my hardening cock.
“I think you know.”
She did. She definitely did. I could nearly smell her pussy getting wet. Still, I ran my tongue up her neck, right along her quickening pulse, to enlighten her.
She didn’t agree, didn’t move. Her weight just sunk more into my hold.
“Let’s go, baby. I’m hungry.”
That got a shiver from her, and I fucking loved it. She was ready for me, and I was ready to fucking feast.
My girl gave me the sweetest gift in return. A breathless, whispered, “Okay.”
It was all I needed.
There was no reason to say anything to the guys. Those fuckers would know exactly what was up. I just hauled her ass away. I needed to get her somewhere private before everyone got a view I didn’t like sharing.
As I led her back toward the house, I decided semi private would have to do and took us around the left side. The lighting and garage were around front to the right. No one would come back that way. Not to mention, if any of them saw me, they would know better than to.
I backed her into the siding. Her curves accepted me just right. I’d thought she was perfect when we were younger, but with her new curves…she was fucking incredible.
She gave me her mouth—no, fuck that, she took my mouth with hers. Her arms came up to my shoulders and she pulled me in. I was more than willing to give it to her, but having her take it was so much better. Her and that talented tongue had me ready to blow in under a minute.
When she knew she had me snared like she wanted, her hands started to explore. Her nails scraped over my skin even through my shirt and I pressed into her harder. Fuck, I needed a release. I couldn’t hold back when it came to her. I nearly came right there when her hands went down to my jeans and started undoing them. She wasn’t wasting any time.
“Christ, babe,” I groaned when she lowered to her knees.
I’d forgotten. I had no goddamn clue how, but I’d forgotten about Ash’s dirty little secret. She was so shy and quiet, no one would guess it, but I knew. The risk of getting caught got Ash hot like nothing else.
It was a discovery I’d made years ago, something she hadn’t even known about herself. We were teenagers, and after that first taste of her, I couldn’t hold back. Lucky for me, she couldn’t either. It wasn’t always easy to get her alone. The brothers, Indian included, might have been glad Ash was with me rather than some little asshole they didn’t know, but that didn’t mean they turned a blind eye to us. We got leeway, but not so much that I could have Ash alone nearly enough.
So, sometimes we had to get inventive.
Dark corners became our specialty. We found ourselves little hiding places in all the club spots. It was fucking risky as hell. Indian only liked me so much. Finding me with his daughter like that in a closet or some shit would not have played well. It was worth the risk, though. At first, just because we couldn’t help ourselves, then because I realized the rush of adrenaline from the fear of getting busted turned Ash into a fucking wildcat.
At that moment, with the minimal, but still present, risk of one of the brothers coming around and finding us, she was feeling it. Hell, she might not have realized just how unlikely getting caught was, but I wasn’t going to enlighten her if it was driving her higher.
She had my cock out in her hand. Her eyes were trained up at me and I could see the heat in them, even in the dark. Her soft but firm touch, the sight of my dick so close to her mouth…it took more control than I thought I had to keep from blowing. I could almost see the cum jetting out of my cock and landing all over her. It would land on her face, her neck, that expanse of skin right above her tits. I wanted to mark her like that.
But I wanted those lips wrapped around me more.
“Suck me.”
Her tongue, that sweet, vicious, delectable tongue, came out and circled the head. Everything from my hands, back, and neck, down to my legs and balls tightened. I couldn’t take it.
“Don’t fucking tease,” I groaned.
Her lips immediately went around and slid right down my shaft. The pleasure was blinding—the warmth, her wet tongue massaging the underside of my cock, her lips gripping me tightly.
“Shit. Fuck. You are so sweet.”
She moaned in response and I could feel it. Ash liked taking my cock in her mouth and I fucking loved knowing that almost as much as I did getting it.
Her lips pulsed the pressure in the same spot halfway down my shaft as her tongue rubbed up and down. My control was going to snap. I needed her to move. She was goading me.
“Playing games is going to get you in trouble,” I warned.
Ash’s response was to take one of my hands and bring it to the back of her head. I tightened my fingers in her hair and touched her cheek with the other, tracing her lips on my cock. I had to be sure before I took what she was offering.
“You’re sure you want it?”
She bobbed her head, and fuck if that didn’t snap my control.
I grabbed her head in both hands, holding her still. Trying to rein myself in, I thrust between her lips slowly at first. Each inward slide took me a little deeper into her hot mouth. I felt her throat tighten, but she relaxed it before she gagged. She was a fucking pro. I’d never had another woman who could swallow back my cock the way my good little Ash could. Maybe it was because she’d learned to do it on me. Everything she knew came from what I liked.
Fuck, that train of thought was not helping me keep it together.
When she took the whole thing and her lips wrapped around the base, I lost any semblance of sanity.
My thrusts grew faster. I fucked her face hard, quick, deep. She took it all, moaning when I gave her the room to. Her hands landed on my hips and one traveled down, grasping my balls and rolling them in her hand. I was going to blow. I could feel it in my whole body.
“Gonna come, babe,” I warned.
She didn’t shy away—no, my girl started to take over. She reared forward and drew back, each motion drawing her lips from base to just below the head. Her tongue pressed up on me and she sucked so hard, my knees buckled.
“Fuck!”
It exploded out of me, and Ash took every fucking drop. She kept right on moving up and down the top half of my cock as cum shot onto her tongue. Wave after wave took me, but she didn’t stop. My fucking champ.
I moved the second it left me. My cock popped free of her greedy lips and I tucked it away. I watched her swallow. A spasm moved through me and I knew I’d be hard as a rock again in no time. But I had a feast to attend to before I fucked her.
With a hand at her jaw and another beneath one arm, I guided her to her feet. I kissed her while I got her pants undone. I coul
d just barely taste myself, but I couldn’t give a fuck. I needed her mouth.
The zipper of her jeans gave way and I immediately spun her around.
“Bend over,” I commanded. “Hands on the wall.”
She listened right away and I yanked her jeans down to her knees. I fell to mine and buried my face in her pussy.
I didn’t go in gently. I didn’t tease. I gave a long lick from her clit to her ass, then sucked that bud between my lips. Ash cried out, but I didn’t pause to hush her. If those fuckers were still in the yard, they could hear her sounds all they wanted. I was the only one who got to have a taste. I was the only one who would be causing her to make those sounds ever again.
Her hips bucked back, her drenched pussy rubbing against me. I gave her exactly what she wanted. I released her clit, brought my hand up to keep rubbing it, and thrust my tongue inside of her.
I tongue-fucked her relentlessly. I meant to take her there, to feel her pulse against my tongue, but it didn’t happen. Ash started pushing back, trying to get me deeper, harder. I gave her what I could, but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t leave her wanting. It wasn’t in me. I was on my feet then with my cock out and wrestling out a fucking condom, ready to not bother with the damn thing. I had no problem with the idea of knocking her up.
“Hold on, baby,” I instructed as I entered her.
Her plea was swallowed by a gasp.
I fucked her hard. My hands held her hips in a bruising grip. My balls smacked against her. I gave her everything I had and Ash met me stroke for stroke. She reared back against me, taking me as deep as I could go.
In no time at all, she cried out as her pussy clamped down on my cock and I kept plowing into her through her orgasm. Only when the fucking fantastic pulses started to slow around my cock did I let go.
“Firefly,” I muttered into her back.
“Gabe.”
Christ, she undid me. Every fucking time.
I pulled out slowly. It hurt to leave her. She was unsteady on her feet, and hell if that didn’t make me feel like a king. Once we were both fully dressed again, I grabbed her and pulled her to me.
