by Jani Kay
The sky was a canvas of hues of pink, orange and blue. Before long, the heat would punish us for being caught out there without water or fuel. Taking care not to leave fingerprints, we syphoned the gas out of Daemon’s bike to fill ours.
We had thirty miles to go to shake the Mexican dust from our feet.
Thirty miles to freedom and a new beginning.
A new life was just starting for Mia and me.
Chapter 26 — Mia
Swept off my feet by the man who promised me a new life, I stared into the mirror with a small smile on my lips, part of me elated that the fairy tale of my childhood dreams were becoming reality. Yet the sadness that tugged at my heart could not be ignored. Two of the most important people in my life were missing that day—two people who should be witnessing my new beginning.
My big day.
My and Cobra’s big day.
The day I promise to be his forever and he promises to take care of me until our last breaths.
Allowing the sorrow to wash over me for a moment, my fingertips caressed the gold cross hanging around my neck and I brought it to my lips, silently sending the kiss back home to two extraordinary women who meant the world to me, yet I didn’t know if I’d ever see them again.
It sucked that in order to find my happiness with Cobra I had to give up being part of their lives. Why was life so damn cruel sometimes?
Cobra had sent a message once we’d crossed the border, getting the news to them that we were safe, making good on his promise. He’d arranged for Esmé to get a new phone that was exclusively to stay in touch with me. Since it was too dangerous for Mama to have a phone too in case my father found it in her possession, Esmé would visit her every time we’d communicated and show her the messages.
Taking a few deep breaths I made peace with myself, gratitude filling my heart that I got through the ordeal of escaping the Don unscathed; alive mostly thanks to the Scorpio Stinger bikers and how they had one another’s backs when faced with death and betrayal.
And because the Don was dead and the investigation surrounding his death was still underway, Esmé and Mama were safe—for now. Cobra promised that if anything changed, he’d take care of their safety. I trusted him. He’d never let me down.
Esmé had sent me snippets of news from back home, mostly about her family and the men in her life. She was still keeping in touch with Hammer. Maybe some time in the future there would be a chance for Esmé to come and visit me in LA. My mother wouldn’t ever make the journey. It would be too dangerous.
A knock on the door yanked me back to the moment. From the reflection in the mirror, I saw Ryder leaning against the doorjamb, his expression neutral.
“Hey, Aless . . . Mia. Just checking on you. Anything you need help with?”
I still felt awkward and shy around Ryder, he seemed a lot more serious about life in general than the rest of the boys. Cobra had filled me in on some of the things that had brought Ryder to the club, but he didn’t elaborate too much, so Ryder was still very much a mystery to me.
Shaking my head, I chewed on my lip before remembering that I had just applied lipstick. Crap, I have to fix that . . . I can’t walk down the aisle with messy lips.
“Sorry there aren’t any bitch . . . er, women around to help you today. You get me though.” A cocky grin twisted his face. One day some woman was going to be very lucky when Ryder fell for her. He was tough on the outside but he had a gooey centre that I’d had the privilege of witnessing.
I swung to face Ryder. “I’m fine,” I said with a shaky voice. I’m lying.
“Yeah? Then why did I see your eyes go all watery while you were staring into the mirror?” His arms folded across his chest and he lifted one eyebrow in question.
“How long had you been standing there?”
“Long enough.”
“Ryder, um . . . I . . . while we have a moment alone, I just want to say thanks for what you did for me.” I wasn’t making much sense and the right words weren’t coming to me to convey my gratitude. “I know you did it for Cobra, but I owe you too.”
With a few long strides Ryder closed the gap between us. “You have nothing to thank me for.” His eyes softened as he took both my hands in his and met my gaze. “Cobra is a lucky man. Make him happy Mia. That’s the thanks I want. He deserves it . . . and so do you.”
Sucking in a long slow breath, I nodded because I didn’t know what to say. Ryder being sweet to me completely undid me. It was the last thing I expected to come from his mouth.
“The start you and Cobra had was rough, and I’m sorry you had to witness betrayal in the club so soon. I guarantee you that behaviour isn’t normal. Daemon went rogue—not that it surprised me. I never trusted the bastard.”
I found my voice. “I couldn’t believe what happened out there in the desert. Maybe I grew up too sheltered, but I’ve never experienced a brother turn against another like that. He looks so much like Cobra that when I first saw Daemon, I thought he’d be like him.”
Ryder’s mouth turned downward. “Daemon has a black heart. He’s never accepted me into the club. He believes I want to take his place. Irony is I fucking don’t.” He shrugged. “Yeah, the Stingers are my family now, but I have a blood brother too, and I could never dream of wanting harm to come to Max.”
For a moment I let my guard down and admitted my feelings to the biker.
“I miss my mama and Esmé. I wish they were here today.”
“I get that. I miss Max too, he’s on the other side of the continent in New York, carving out a good life for himself.” He hesitated for a moment, then smiled at me. “Tell you what—why don’t we ‘officially’ adopt one another since we both got no blood family here? I’ve always wanted a sister.”
Rubbing at the ache in my chest, I swallowed back the tears burning behind my lids. “I’d like that,” I said, standing on tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“Hey, hands off my woman, Ryder,” Cobra’s voice boomed. “Kissing my bride before I get a chance is sneaky brother.” He laughed as he came into the room and snaked an arm around my waist to pull me into his embrace.
Ryder’s eyebrows shot up in alarm. “Dude, you’re not supposed to be here, man. That’s bad luck. Don’t you know that shit?”
Cobra laughed out even louder. “What? Are you crazy, brother, thinking I can go so many hours without a kiss? Not possible.” His gaze swung from Ryder to me. “You ready, baby, for the beginning of our life together? Because I sure as fuck can’t wait.”
Ryder rolled his eyes. “Fuck me, now I’ve seen everything. How the fuck did you get so cunt-struck, my friend? I’d never believe it if I didn’t see it with my own fucking eyes.”
Cobra jabbed Ryder in the ribs. “You just wait, big mouth. Out there somewhere is a woman just waiting to crush them balls of yours—and I can’t wait for the day to see you pussy whipped.”
“Me? No fucking way. Ain’t ever going to happen, dude.” Ryder patted Cobra on the back. “One of us with a lobotomy is enough. I still wanna think with my top head.”
Cobra chuckled. It was so damn good to see both men in such high spirits after everything we’d been through. It seemed to just have made the bond between them stronger. “Oh how hard you’re gonna fall, brother. I bet your bitch is going to have you eating out of her hand.”
This was fun watching the two of them word-sparring. It would have to be a special kind of woman to change Ryder’s mind, yet I had a feeling when he fell for someone, it would be with his whole heart.
“No woman will ever sneak into my heart. I’m never going to allow that shit to happen. Not that I’m saying I’m not happy for the two of you . . . just that I’m too fucked in the head to ever fall for anyone.”
Cobra turned to me, his gaze soft as he spoke. “You will. I never planned on getting hitched either. But I am . . . because I want to. With Pedro six foot under, the urgency to get married is no longer there, but I can’t imagine my life without Mia in it, so that�
�s why we’re doing this today.”
He pulled me closer and brushed his lips over mine. His hand cupped my ass and squeezed, sending bolts of pleasure to my pussy.
I closed my eyes and savored his touch. Today I was finally getting rid of my damn virginity. About time.
I couldn’t believe my ears once we had crossed the border and made it safely to the compound and Cobra told me he’d changed his mind about claiming me and decided to wait until I’d turned eighteen and he married me.
Not wanting to wait and using all my wiles, I’d tried to seduce him several times in the last three weeks, but he always resisted, telling me how special it was going to be on our wedding night.
“Good thing you’ll be married soon. Think you can wait till after the ceremony?” Ryder said as he walked toward the door. “Come, let’s give Mia time to dress. Everyone is waiting.”
Cobra ran his hand under the robe I’d slipped over my new underwear. His palm caressed over my ribs and up to my breasts. He squeezed the ample handful and I felt his cock harden against me.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to finally get inside you,” he groaned.
“Me too,” I whimpered, desperate for him, craving more than the kisses and heavy petting I’d come to love. My hand drifted to his erection, stroking him through his jeans.
“Christ Cobra, you’re gonna look real funny walking up the aisle with three legs. Let’s go man.” Ryder was right. I suppressed a giggle at the image in my mind.
His lips seared mine, showing me he meant every word. I’m going to need new lipstick.
Cobra let go of my lips and with a hoarse voice, he said, “See you soon, baby.”
Chapter 27 — Cobra
While I’d believed that Mia couldn’t possibly be more beautiful the time I’d seen her again before we’d escaped, I knew it wasn’t true.
Watching her walk toward me down the makeshift aisle on the white beach sand, the sight of her made me breathless. I never expected to feel so much love and to find it multiplying every day that passed.
I grinned as she smiled shyly at me, wanting to burst with happiness. Mia’s arm tucked into Ryder’s as he walked proudly beside her and brought her to where I stood.
The simple white dress she wore hugged her perfect body, bringing a smile to my face as I remembered Ryder’s comment about three legs. Yeah, I was hard just looking at her.
Her face framed with her dark hair, blowing softly in the ocean breeze, Mia wore a pretty crown of tiny white flowers on her head and she carried a bunch of pink roses in her hands.
I wasn’t surprised that Mia wasn’t wearing shoes. She wasn’t wearing makeup either, just the natural glow of a happy woman.
We kept our vows simple. I stared into her chocolate eyes, speaking from my heart. “Mia, I love you more today than yesterday. And I’ll love you even more tomorrow. Forever, baby.”
Her eyes glistened as she said her words to me. “You, Cobra Malone, are what I’ve always wanted. You saved me in more ways than one. I will always cherish our love and our family.”
I kissed the shit out of her while everyone clapped and hooted.
I whispered into her ear, “Tonight, my wife, I’m going to make love to you, claim you as mine and then, baby, I’m going to fuck you.”
She gasped. “Yeah. Finally.”
I laughed, then kissed her again, never getting enough of her lips. “It’s going to be difficult to be polite and not leave before the party is over. My cock wants your pussy.”
“Fuck polite. Fuck me instead.” Christ, how was I going to keep it in my pants when she spoke dirty like that back to me?
After the sun set, the sky still painted with ribbons of pink and orange and blue, we went back to the club house to celebrate. It warmed my heart when I saw how much effort the boys had made to hang balloons and shit to decorate the place. Ox made his famous barbeque and Hammer had hired a band to provide music to dance too.
Just as I finished my speech, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I took three long strides to where Mia sat and before she knew what was happening, I lifted her into my arms.
“Brothers, ladies, please enjoy the rest of the party. I have serious business to take care of. It can’t wait a minute longer. We gotta go.”
Everyone stood and clapped as I carried a blushing Mia to my motorcycle. I got on and patted the seat behind me. She pulled her long dress up and got on behind me, shifting forward so that she was flush against my body.
“Jesus. Fuck, you want me to come right here?” I asked as she kissed my neck while her arms gripped tightly around my waist.
“Save it for the bedroom. For when you fuck me for the first time.”
Fuck. My cock throbbed against my tight pants.
Razor had opened the gate, and he saluted us as we rode out.
“Happy fucking,” he yelled as the bike roared down the road.
I’d booked a hotel room not far from there, but even the twelve minutes it took to reach our destination was too long.
I parked the Harley and lifted my bride off the bike. People cheered as I carried her into the lobby and made my way to the elevator. I’d come earlier to register so that nothing stole our time. How on earth I’d lasted this long, I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t wait a minute longer to claim Mia.
Mia had slung her arm around my neck and as we rode up to our floor, she removed her face from my chest where she’d buried it and kissed my throat.
“Cobra,” she moaned. “I love you so much.”
“Mrs. Malone.” I said, “I fucking love you too.”
Her voice was raspy. “Mia Malone. I like it, Mr. Malone.”
“Jesus, baby, you’re making it hard to see straight,” I told her. I swiped the magnetic card and kicked the door open. I set her on her feet just inside the doorway. My cut and t-shirt were first to go. I flung them on the floor, not giving a fuck where it landed.
Pressing Mia against the wall, I started stripping the dress off her. Yeah, it was beautiful on her, but I wanted it off. I wanted to worship every inch of her with my hands, my mouth and my cock.
Thank fuck she hadn’t chosen a dress with a million buttons. I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions, being so frustrated that I’d rip the fucking skirt off my bride to get to her pussy.
Control, Cobra. She’s still a virgin.
My cock didn’t want to hear it.
Mia stepped out of the dress, wearing only a white lacy bra and panties, showing off her smooth caramel skin to perfection.
Shit like this should be illegal. It’s what made men and kingdoms crumble.
My dick jerked its approval. With shaky hands, Mia undid the buttons of my jeans, biting into her bottom lip as she concentrated on the task. I helped her by sliding the zipper down and stepping out of my pants.
Taking a step forward, Mia pushed my boxers down and gasped.
“Oh God, it’s so big,” she groaned, her eyes wide.
“Mia?”
“I . . . I’ve never seen a cock,” she said, her skin growing flushed from her neck upward to her cheeks.
“Touch me,” I commanded.
Cool fingers stroked over the hard rod pointing at her.
“Hmmm . . .” she hummed, licking her lips.
“Hold my balls, Mrs. Malone,” I said, my voice low and gruff.
Her hand cupped my balls and weighted them. Then she squeezed. Fuck, it was so hot I wanted to just explode already. Her palm closed over my shaft and she moved her hand up and down. She was a fucking natural.
“Yeah, baby, get me off so I can calm the fuck down and give you the attention you need. The state I’m in I’ll never be able to go slow.”
She smiled at me from under her lashes, wicked and alluring as hell.
“I can taste it?” she asked in a husky voice.
“Hell yeah, do whatever you want.”
Pleased with my answer, she smiled. She pushed me back into a big chair and knelt at my feet. Jesus.
Looking down at her perfect face, her perfect tits, and her perfect ass, it wouldn’t be long before she had me eating out of her hands. She licked over the tip slowly, moaning as she explored every inch of my cock with her tongue. I grabbed a fist full of her hair, and pushed all of me inside her mouth. She took me in, all of my length disappearing into the warm wet cavity. Then she started sucking with her sweet lips. Up and down. Up and down. My eyes rolled back in my head as I leaned back into the cushions, giving over to the pleasure she was giving me while exploring fearlessly.
Just as I felt I couldn’t hold back a second longer, she gently bit into my shaft.
“Fuck!” I yelled.
Startled, she popped my cock out of her mouth.
I sat up and stared at her. This woman was going to fucking kill me. My virgin wife was going to be the fuck of a lifetime. She was still green and already she instinctively knew my hot buttons.
“S . . . sorry,” she started. “I got greedy.”
“No baby, it’s fucking perfect. Just what I want. But I need to cum, okay?”
Smiling she nodded and her lips went back around my dick.
I gripped her hair and fucked her mouth slowly, then let my release take over. I wanted to pull out, but she held the base of my cock and swallowed every drop.
Heaven. This was fucking heaven.
I closed my eyes as her lips kissed up my torso until she met mine. Her fire and eagerness to please me undid me. She kissed me so I could taste myself on her lips. It was sexy as fuck, something I’d never done before.
“Now it’s your turn, Mrs. Malone. I get to make the most beautiful woman in the world mine. I’m the luckiest bastard walking this planet,” I chuckled.
Scooping her up in my arms, I carried her to the bad and lay her down gently. Thank fuck she had emptied my balls somewhat because now I could go slow and give her what she deserved. Slow and gentle.
I wanted to make love to my wife the first time. Yeah, I would fuck her too, but now I needed to show her my heart. How she filled it with love.
