by Jani Kay
Her eyes were wide as I slowly moved the straps of her bra off her shoulders, kissing her skin as my hands followed. I reached behind her and undid the clip, lifting the lacy fabric off her body.
Those tits. Perfect. Full. Just more than a handful. I kissed and sucked and worshipped them until she writhed beneath me.
I moved down her body and slipped my thumbs under the white lace of her panties, pulling them down slowly as I feasted my eyes on her, discovering her inch by fucking inch.
Her shyness overtook her for a moment as I pulled them off her and she moved to cover herself from my gaze. “No baby, don’t hide. You are fucking perfect. So perfect.” I said as I gripped her wrists and held them above her head so I could drink her in. I dipped my head and kissed her deep, careful not to crush her under my body.
“Fuck me, Cobra. Please,” she whimpered.
“Not yet, baby. First I need you ready for me.”
“I am. I want your cock inside me.”
“I know. But first, I need you to relax. I’m going to make you come with my tongue, so that when I go inside you aren’t as desperate as what you are now.”
She wanted to argue. “Hush, Mrs. Malone. Trust me, yeah?”
She nodded.
“Open your legs. I want to see you.”
Shyness overtook her.
“Mia, how am I gonna fuck you, baby, if you don’t open for me?”
“Oh,” she sighed, splaying her legs open so that her glistening pussy was on display.
“Fuck me,” I groaned.
She moved to close her legs, a small frown between her brows. I caught her knees and held her open, sniffing deeply.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in a small voice.
“Nothing, baby. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Your pussy is wet and swollen, waiting for me to taste you. I’m going down to kiss your pussy, okay?”
She bit into her lip and nodded, her one hand on her breast. Fuck she was hot. My cock was ready to get inside, but knew I had to wait. Let her orgasm at least once on my tongue. Get her so relaxed that when my cock finally took her, it wouldn’t hurt as much.
I dipped my head and licked over her pussy. “Cobra,” she cried out, arching her back and pushing her pussy up to my face.
I feasted on her, eating her out, sucking, licking, taking my time to pleasure her until she shuddered and screamed my name.
“Oh God, Oh God, please fuck me, please,” she begged.
With a grin I moved up the bed. As much as I enjoyed her pussy, I couldn’t wait for us to finally become one.
I pumped my cock as she watched, holding her breath.
“Breathe, baby, breathe,” I reminded her.
She smiled and let out a long slow breath, then inhaled again, her eyes glued to my cock. I rubbed the pre-cum into the tip to lubricate the head.
“Ready, Mrs. Malone?”
“Ready, Mr. Malone. Make me yours.”
I did. I slid in slowly, inch by inch, pulling back all the way each time, painstakingly slowly sliding back in until I felt her wall. It was mine to take. It made my blood race through my body, a rush such as I’d never had before.
“Dig your nails into me. Scream, bite, whatever you want. It’s time.”
“Yes,” she hissed. “Do it.”
Her words pushed me to the edge. I pulled back and rammed into her fast, taking her virginity in one fluid movement. She gasped, then dug her nails into me as I filled her up with all of me.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I said, overwhelmed by love for this woman who was now mine. “I fucking love you so much.”
“Baby, I love you,” she said as I drew back to look into her eyes.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” I said as I soaked up the few tears that had slipped from her eyes with my lips.
“You didn’t hurt me. I was ready. I’m crying because you made me yours at last. I never thought this day would come. I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”
“Mia. Mine. You are fucking mine forever.”
I made love to my bride—as many times as she could take me. Until I had to tell her no. She was going to kill me. Now she’d started, she didn’t want to stop.
And me? I couldn’t get enough of her. I’d never stop wanting her. In every way a man wants his woman.
Chapter 28 — Cobra
“Call Razor and Ryder, I need to talk to the three of you.” Malone’s coughing had gotten progressively worse and it was painful to watch him suffer the way he did. These days he had an oxygen tank beside his bed that he was hooked up to for most of the time.
“Okay. Ryder isn’t here, but as soon as he arrives back from the job I sent him to do, we’ll come.”
Closing the door behind me quietly, I left the room to let my brother’s know the old man wanted to see us. It was rare for him to request we all be present at the same time. It had to be something important.
I nearly bumped into Ryder as I walked into the club room.
“You’re back early,” I greeted him gruffly.
“Don’t look so fucking happy to see me,” Ryder said with a playful grin.
I didn’t smile back. Worry was eating my insides out, so I sounded a lot harsher than I intended when I replied. “Malone wants to see the three of us.”
“Oh,” Ryder said on an exhale. “Shit.”
“Call Razor and come to his room,” I said as I made my way back.
I pushed the door open to find Malone staring at old photographs. I swallowed the thickness in my throat as I approached his bed. I already knew which picture it was he held.
Us.
Happier days.
My father’s favorite picture was of us as a young family when Razor was only six months old, and Daemon and I were dressed identically as my mother liked to do. Ma was smiling proudly at the camera. She had a perverse pleasure in people not being able to tell us apart. Even Malone was smiling in that photo as if he and Mom had a private joke they were sharing.
“Take a seat. Are Razor and Ryder on their way?” These days he tired really quickly and he was finding it difficult to take his next breath.
I nodded as I sat on the chair by the window. Moments later they entered the room, each holding two cups of coffee.
“Mia sent these. I don’t know about you, but I need a coffee after the long night I had,” Razor said. “Hey Pop.”
Dad shook his head. “No thanks. Just makes me piss more.” Razor placed a cup on the table next to the bed.
“I’ll drink it then,” Razor grinned.
The old man coughed before raising a hand and gesturing for the boys to sit. I gratefully accepted the steaming cup of coffee from Ryder and took a few sips as he sat down next to me.
Mia was thoughtful like that and I adored that she’d take care of me and the boys with small gestures like this. She said it was her way to show her gratitude for saving her life, and the boys really appreciated it. Razor had commented that he never realized how much he missed out of life by not having a sister and was glad he had one now.
Malone cleared his throat. All eyes were on him. “The doctor came around late yesterday.” He paused for a long moment, clearly mulling his thoughts through his head before he spoke. His voice was low yet even. “I don’t have more than a month. Two at the most.”
Fuck. The news hit me like a ton of bricks. Death was unavoidable—but two months? Fuck. Both Ryder and Razor gaped at him like I was.
He held up a hand, a small smile twisting the corners of his mouth. “Before you start crying, I want something from you.”
“Anything, Old Man, just name it,” Razor blurted out.
“Yeah, me too. You’ve been my father since I came to the club. Anything.”
Malone sucked in a long breath before he spoke. “I appreciate that more than you will know. But be careful what you promise, cause I’m gonna hold you to it.”
“For you, anything Malone. I’m with Razor and Ryder. We love you even though you ca
n be a tough old man most of the time.” I tried to keep the dread out of my voice. Losing my old man so soon was going to be tough on all of us.
“I know. But it’s my job to be tough. And sometimes I think I haven’t been tough enough. Look at Daemon—epic fail as a parent with that boy.” It sounded as if he was talking to himself rather than to us.
“So what do you want us to do for you, Pop?” Razor asked.
In spite of the pain he wore on his face, my father’s eyes were still bright and alert. “Two things. One.” He held up a finger as another round of coughs left him nearly breathless. He leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes while he took a few sucks of oxygen from the mask dangling next to his head. Three pairs of worried eyes watched as we waited for him to recover, not one of us making a sound.
Malone slowly opened his eyes and let his gaze travel from one to the other. Finally his eyes rested on me. “First . . . you all gotta quit smoking. Look what it’s doing to me. You don’t want to die like this. Promise me,” he demanded in a gruff voice.
We all nodded, understanding where he was coming from.
“And two. Daemon.” Malone’s face dropped and sadness flitted through his eyes.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. This was going to be a more difficult promise to make, I could just sense it before Malone said more.
“I managed to get Daemon out of the Mexican jail. Took me a few bribes and knowing the right people.”
It was our turn to each suck in a breath. I never expected to see my twin again. Since we’d left Daemon behind, he’d been in prison for killing the Don and his men. Stronger evidence could not be found than his gun with matching bullets in the men’s skulls.
The cops had found Daemon first, dehydrated and close to death. They locked him up in a cell with two other bikers who’d been caught smuggling drugs that week. The bikers were from our rival gang, the LA Demons, and since it was two of them against one, Daemon would suffer all their hatred for the Scorpio Stingers.
Pedro’s family wanted Daemon dead. According to the cops he was safer in jail than out. Unless someone sold him out. There was always that possibility too.
I couldn’t imagine that the conditions were very pleasant in an overcrowded prison with so many people wanting him dead, yet I didn’t feel an inch of remorse for leaving him behind.
“I’m busy snuffing, boys. In a few weeks you get to bury me and you, Cobra, will be pres. I don’t have long. But before I go, I want Daemon to come home.”
What? Fuck.
“Are you fucking serious?” Razor voiced my thoughts out loud. “He sold us out and was going to fucking kill us. I never want to see that prick in my life again.”
“It’s not that simple. Lately I’ve had dreams I can’t ignore . . . about your mother asking me to forgive Daemon.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Your brother is still our blood. He is still my child, regardless of what he’s done. I need to make peace with him before I go.”
Razor got up from his chair and paced the room. “Pop, you know Daemon won’t ever change. What you are asking—”
“I know what I’m asking. But you promised me anything. It’s my dying wish.”
“Anything but this,” I said. “Daemon is better off in a prison cell. Don’t ask us to bring him here. Life has been so much better with him gone. For everyone. I don’t know if I can look at his face again and not want to strangle him.”
“Do it for me.” He held up the photo he’d been staring at earlier and pointed to the smiling woman’s face. “And your mother. Please.”
Malone had never begged for anything. Not once.
“If that’s what you really want,” Ryder said. “I’ll take a few of the brothers and go get him.”
“Thanks Ryder, I knew I could count on you, son.” He smiled at Ryder, his eyes glistening with tears.
Ryder shook his head. “Don’t thank me, Malone. I think bringing Daemon back is the biggest mistake you could ever make. But if it’s your dying wish—”
“It is. One day when you have kids you’ll understand. I know Daemon is rotten to the core. I know bringing him back places his and your lives in danger. Yet, I can’t die in peace until I’ve seen him.”
Fuck. How could I possibly refuse a man I loved his last request?
It was wrong. Daemon would ruin everything. Fuck with our lives as he always had. I took a step closer to the bed and wrapped my hand over my father’s.
“Yeah, we’ll do it,” I said. “Because we love you, Malone.”
Chapter 29 — Cobra
I’d always believed that Malone would be around to hand over the gavel himself when I got sworn in to be president.
It didn’t happen like that at all. Malone died a month after we’d brought Demon back to the states. Because I’d respected my father’s last wish, I tried to make peace with my twin as much as I could, but found that we stayed out of one another’s way as much as possible.
Prison life must have been grueling, because Demon kept more to himself, preferring to stay in his room rather than spending time with the boys. Suited us all just fine. We really didn’t want him there and the less I saw of him, the better.
I’d seen the way his gaze always followed Mia whenever she was around. It riled me to my fucking bones, making me feel sick as he watched her with an evil grin on his face. On more than one occasion I’d warned him to stay away from her and I had the boys keep an eye on her whenever I was away.
Malone had spent a lot of time talking to Demon in the weeks before he’d slipped away one night. He’d been in so much pain that even his meds couldn’t relieve him of it.
Hammer had brought it to my attention that Demon was using heavily. Any drugs he could lay his hands on. The fucking worthless piece of shit had descended into the bottomless pit of no return.
It killed me when Malone made me promise to always keep his room at the club available to Demon after his death, allowing my twin to stay there whenever he wanted too.
Only after three months of mourning, did I assume the role of president of the Scorpio Stingers MC. My uncle had come from another chapter in the Midwest and ran the club while I struggled with my loss.
It was Mia and Ryder that helped me cope most. They supported my decisions and allowed me time to mourn.
The day I became president was low key. I didn’t want a big fuss. Only the closest friends and family witnessed it as I was sworn in. Just the way I wanted it.
Life went on, the club taking over most of my time, and Mia every moment I wasn’t busy with club work.
I was always on edge, always waiting for Demon to fuck up. It wore me down.
Then it happened.
Two years after we’d buried Malone, I found Daemon stoned out of his fucking mind, Jenna dead in his bed, blood dripping off her body. The brothers cleaned up the mess and I opened a trust fund for Jenna’s mother to help her support her other kids since she no longer had Jenna’s income or help with babysitting the younger kids. If only the woman would stop breeding, but it wasn’t her fault her eldest daughter was dead.
I threw Demon out like the scum he was. He deserved a terrible death, yet I let him live. I couldn’t forget my promise to Malone, but I banned Demon from the club regardless. It was best for everyone.
I was rid of the fucker. I never wanted to see him again as long as I lived.
If only I knew it was far from over.
Chapter 30 — Ryder
The Present
“When Demon sent a message saying he’s got Jamie and that he’s keeping him because . . .” Cobra hesitated for a moment as he searched my face. His voice broke as he continued, “Because . . . Jamie is his kid, I didn’t want to believe it.”
I shook my head. “Fuck no,” I breathed. “It's impossible.”
Not Mia.
Never.
Mia wouldn’t do it. She’d never cheat on her husband. She fucking adored him. I’d never seen a couple that were more in love than
those two. After everything they’d been through they were more devoted to one another with each passing year. The young Alessandra had become known as Mia to the Scorpio Stingers, and she’d been immediately accepted and adored by everyone. She was like a sister to me. I loved and trusted her as if she were my own blood.
After we survived the ordeal and finally got back to Long Beach, knowing none of us could ever return to Mexico, she’d made her peace and planned her life with Cobra. Days later, Cobra had announced that he was getting married to Mia and within a week of getting back, they were hitched. They’d hardly been separated since, except for Cobra’s stints in hospital, which was sheer torture for Mia. And now, after Jamie’s kidnapping, of course, while Cobra lived at the compound and refused to go home. Stubborn asshole.
It was just a temporary glitch. The love between them was still as strong as ever. They couldn’t hide it if they tried. In spite of the pain and suffering they were both experiencing, the love they felt for one another still shone in their eyes.
Daemon is lying.
Mia would rather die than be with another man. For Jamie to be Daemon’s son, it would mean . . . no. Impossible.
Cobra scrubbed a hand over his face. Suddenly my friend looked ten years older. Tired and defeated. Deep lines were etched into his forehead and his skin was ashen.
The calm voice he spoke with scared me more than his angry voice. “Fuck Ryder, the thought of Demon fucking my woman—it tears me apart.”
“Cobra, it's a mistake, brother. Mia would never—”
The big man lost control. “Demon fucking raped her,” he yelled. “She never told me. She never told me . . .” His voice sounded hollow, but his eyes were filled with rage. “Until a week ago, I had no idea. No fucking idea.”
“Jesus Christ,” I bellowed. This time it felt as if I’d been sucker punched. I’d kill the motherfucker with my bare fucking hands. I would, as soon as I found him. Daemon Malone was as good as dead.
If any man touched or harmed Jade, I’d rip his fucking balls out. Mia was no different—she was my sister before I’d found my blood sibling, Eva. No man would violate my family and get away with it.
