by Khloe Wren
My bed wasn’t empty. Nope, not at all. Like my dreams come true, Flick lay before me, with her black hair spilling over my pillows like silk. My cock grew hard in an instant. She was facing away from me, but all that black hair could only be my kitty. I scrubbed a hand over my face as I tried to get my poor, abused brain to function. What had happened last night? I remembered going out on my back porch with a bottle of Jack. I’d intended to drink myself into oblivion so I wouldn’t fucking think about, or dream about them. Or her. When had Flick turned up? And why the hell had she stayed?
I slipped back beneath the covers and didn’t complain when, jostled by the movement, Flick rolled toward me, gifting me with a glimpse of her tits as she moved to drape herself over me. Her eyes were still closed and she clearly wasn’t fully awake, but I couldn’t not touch her. I ran my fingers down her cheek, before rubbing my thumb over her lower lip. Fuck, she was beautiful, and so soft. Her lashes flickered a few times before she opened her eyes and stared up at me, looking wary.
“Morning.”
“That it is. Whatcha’ doing in my bed, babe?”
She went to push away from me but I quickly wrapped my arm around her back, holding her against me.
“I ain’t complaining, not at all. Just curious as to how you got here. I, ah, I don’t remember much from last night.”
“Well, the fact you believe I’m actually here is an improvement from last night.”
That had me frowning. “What on earth is that supposed to mean?”
“Last night, when I got here, you were convinced I was a figment of your imagination.”
I cringed. Although, I wasn’t surprised. “Yeah, you probably shouldn’t have come over last night. It wasn’t a good time.”
She reached up and cupped my cheek in her palm as her gaze softened. “Where else would I be on the eighth of April?”
Pain pierced my chest and I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught.
“You shouldn’t know what the date means.”
Fuck, my voice sounded like I’d swallowed gravel.
“You know the FBI gave me a file on you before I ever met you. It was only facts and figures, nothing but dates and stats. It didn’t speak of the real you, didn’t tell me how the fuck a thirteen-year-old boy coped with not only losing his mother and sister, but also being shipped halfway across the world. And until last night, I had no idea you were left with a cruel and mean aunt.”
That had me wincing again. “Clearly I got way too chatty last night. I don’t remember, dammit.”
She smiled softly at me, easing some of my pain.
“Not too chatty. Although, you not believing I was real got a little frustrating.” She shifted and ran her palm over my chest. Over their names. “Tell me about them? The good. I don’t want to know about the end, but how they lived.”
That ache set up in my chest again. I did my best to not ever think about them. But maybe that was my problem. Just maybe, if I told Flick about them, just a little, it might help. Hell, I knew bottling it all up hadn’t ever helped one fucking bit. I closed my eyes and brought up their faces.
“Mum was the best. She kind of lost herself after my dad died, but before that, she was everything a kid could want in a mum. She was pretty, too. Blue eyes like mine. Aunt Pam always said I was a spitting image of my dad, but I remember my mum had the same color eyes as me. And dark brown, curly hair. When I was little, she had it long, hanging down to her butt. I think my dad must have liked it long. She cut it short a week after he died.
“You know my dad was a Marine?” She nodded. “I don’t remember much about him. He was off on deployment more often than not, but whether he was home or not, we’d go this little park down at the end of our street a few times a week. We’d take a picnic lunch down there if it wasn’t a school day.
“We lived in Newcastle, that’s on the east coast of Australia. Similar weather to here, actually. No snow in winter, but one year, we all went down to the ski fields for a holiday. Even though I was only seven, I still remember that trip. It was the last family trip we did before Dad died.
“After he was gone, Mum moved us down south. Not sure why she did that, but that was where she met that fucker Gordon. Only good thing about him was that I got Grace. She was this little bundle of energy. She got the blue eyes too, and had this reddish-blonde hair that was all tight curls and frizz. Used to drive Mum nuts when she’d try to brush it out. Not that my Gracie cared. Nope, that girl could have had dreadlocks and not cared one bit. I loved her so much, Flick.”
Fuck me, but my eyes were stinging. “She’d crash tackle me every fucking day when I got home from school. On the weekends she’d come jump on my bed until I got up to make her pancakes for breakfast. She was only three fucking years old when she died.”
I ran my palm up Flick’s back, before I stroked her face again. Her cheeks were wet with her tears, and I brushed them away. “She’d be twenty-three now, if she’d lived.” I stalled out, unable to speak. My heart ached from the memories, and from seeing Flick cry for me like she was.
“Only two years younger than me. I’m sure we would have been friends, that she would have helped me gang up on you.”
A short laugh left me. I hadn’t ever thought of what Grace would have been like as an adult before now. “Hell yeah, she would have. Damn, the two of you together would have had me running fucking scared, babe.”
I leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead as I held her tightly against me.
“So, my curious kitty, you gonna tell me why you came over last night? After leaving me hanging for a fucking week?”
She pressed a kiss to my chest, making my heart skip a fucking beat.
“I missed you. Before I even made it back to Dallas, I missed you and wanted to turn the fuck around and come back here. But I had to deal with my job first. I didn’t go in until the next day, and even before I walked into my boss’s office, I knew my heart wasn’t in it anymore. Between falling for you, seeing how good life is within the club, and finding my brother and getting the answers I’d been searching for when I’d joined the FBI—not to mention, they didn’t respond to me hitting my panic button—I was more than ready to leave.”
“You ask your boss about that one?”
“Yeah, apparently they were tracking my GPS, and would have come for me eventually. But they didn’t want to blow my cover so were letting the Charons handle it.”
I could hear the anger in her voice. I didn’t blame her, I’d be furious over being abandoned like that.
“You know, the Charons would never do that. No matter how much trouble you’re in, we’ll always fucking come for one of our own.”
“Yeah, I get that. I haven’t spoken to Scout yet. I was hoping you could take me to him today? You know, if you still want me. You gave me the cut last night, but since you can’t remember doing it, and you were giving it to what you thought was an imaginary person, I’m not sure it counts.”
I’d gotten her in her cut and had forgotten it? Fuck me. That was a sight I never wanted to forget.
“It counts, kitty. You’re the only one who’ll ever wear my property patch. Fuck, I’m pissed I can’t remember that.”
She lifted a shoulder slightly. “Maybe you’ll remember later. You’re probably still half drunk at this point.”
“I’m sober enough to be hung over.”
She chuckled and the sound had me smiling. “That I believe. Anyhow, so I have all my worldly possessions sitting out in my car, I have no job, no place to live—”
“Bullshit. You’ll fucking live here. Forever. And your uncle will take you on. He’s been telling me all week how he hopes you’ll wake up and move down here. That, or you could go back to working at Styxx. You did good there, Nitro and everyone else down there likes having you around.”
Hope had flared bright when I’d seen her in my bed earlier. Now, with her saying she wanted to stay with me? I could see why I hadn’t believed she was real last night. Fu
ck, I was beginning to wonder if she was real this morning...or if maybe I was asleep.
CHAPTER 23
Flick
I could see Taz was struggling to process what I was saying. Probably didn’t help he was hung over as hell. I shifted and slid further up against his side, so I could reach to kiss his mouth. I pressed my lips to his before pulling back to stare into his baby blue irises.
“I’m here because I choose you. Over everything and everyone else. I. Choose. You.”
A ghost of a frown passed over his face, before a smirk of male pride took its place. Then with a growl, he rolled us over and took my mouth in a hard kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips to dance with mine. He tasted like mint, so I guessed he must have gotten up before coming back to bed and waking me up. Pushing himself up off me with a hand against the mattress beside each of my shoulders, he held my gaze.
“I love you, Flick. I haven’t said those three words to anyone other than you in twenty years.”
Taz was still my own personal brand of catnip. He melted me with both his words and actions. His eyes shimmered with moisture, but my big, tough Marine didn’t let them fall. He lowered again and kissed me some more. I wriggled around until I could shift my legs out from under his body. As his dick came into contact with my pussy, he groaned and broke our kiss. He moved to bury his face against my throat as he pulled his hips back, and as soon as his cock-head lined up with my opening, he slowly slid into me. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, digging my nails in as he hit all the nerves within me, lighting me up.
“Hmmmm.”
“You feel so fucking good, babe. Ain’t ever gonna get tired of fucking you.”
“This aint fucking, Taz. We’re making love here.”
He turned his face and nipped my jaw, before licking away the sting. “I’m always gonna call it fucking, babe. But with you, it’ll always be more than that. You’re just gonna have to translate. Now, shush. I need to focus.”
I chuckled, until he started moving. Then, all I could think about was how fucking good it felt to have him moving inside me, over me. Putting my feet flat on the bed, I met his every thrust. He kept his strokes slow, yet oh, so powerful. That piercing of his did its job and found all the nerves I hadn’t been aware of before meeting Taz. I’d missed him–this–so much this past week.
Wanting more, I clenched around him. With a growl he stopped thrusting, and moved to kneel between my legs, then he gripped each leg behind my knees and lifted them up so my legs rested up against his torso and chest. Then, with a smirk, he leaned forward, pulled his hips back and thrust back in fast. With a gasp, my back arched and my eyes rolled back. Holy fuck, he went in so deep like this. He increased his speed, pounding into me as he rubbed a thumb over my clit. I didn’t stand a chance trying to hold off and make it last, and I blew apart beneath him. Stars exploded behind my eyelids and I was vaguely aware of Taz grunting and his dick twitching within me as he came with me.
I came back to myself to feel Taz pressing kisses against my closed eyelids. With a smile, I sighed contentedly.
“So, believe I’m real yet?”
“I’m starting to. And I see you got some ink.”
That had me opening my eyes, wanting to see his reaction.
“I may have gone and caught up with Silk yesterday. She fit me, in even though it was getting late.”
He sat kneeling on the end of the bed, his dick semi-hard and glossy from the sex we’d had. It had my womb tightening with want. However, for once, his gaze wasn’t on what lay between my thighs. Nope, it was focused on my lower leg that he was now cradling in his palm.
“I bet she did. I guess someone told you why I got my nickname.”
“Andrew.”
He scoffed. “I can just imagine what he told you. Why the fuck are you even here, after hearing his version of why?”
I shrugged as I looked down at the small Tasmanian Devil that now resided on my lower leg. I got him doing his spinny thing, so you could only see about half of the little brown animal through the little tornado he was in the middle of. “So what? You have a temper, and you lost it once or twice. That’s not gonna make me run from you, babe.”
Taz opened his mouth, but closed it with a shake of his head before he uttered another word. Then he climbed off the end of the mattress and headed into the bathroom. With a frown, I pulled the covers over my body, unsure of what the fuck was going on. Did he not like the fact I didn’t care he had a temper? Tears pricked my eyes at the thought that maybe I’d fucked up and now he wanted me gone. I blinked rapidly, not wanting them to fall.
When he came striding out a moment later holding a tube of something and a wet washcloth, he stopped short as he looked at my face.
“What the fuck? Why are you crying? What happened? Did I hurt you?”
He was sitting on the mattress by my side in seconds, gathering me up in his arms. Cradled against his chest, embarrassment rode me hard.
“I, ah, I thought maybe I’d pissed you off and you didn’t want me anymore.”
“Fool woman. That ain’t ever gonna happen. You’ve not had ink before, and you’ve let it dry out. You gotta keep cream on it, or it won’t heal right. And it will get itchy as hell.”
With that, he set me back on the mattress. First, he wiped the washcloth over my pussy and inner thighs, cleaning me up. Then he tossed the cloth on the floor, and moved to hold my leg again, picking up the tube from where’d he’d tossed it on the bed and carefully soothed some of the ointment over my new artwork. We were both silent as he took care of me, and as soon as he had the tube shut and on the bedside table, he looked at me with heat in his eyes.
“Where’s your cut, babe?”
I rolled my eyes with a grin. “Wondered how long it would take till you wanted me back in it.”
I crawled off the bed, and grabbed the leather up from the chair I’d laid it across last night. On top of his. Keeping my back to him, I slid the vest on, making sure I didn’t pull my hair out from under it until he’d had a few moments to admire his name on my back. Dropping my hair down over the back, I turned and grinned. Taz sat in the center of the bed, leaning against the headboard. He had his thick, hard dick in his hand and was stroking it as he watched me with a very heated stare.
“Get back up here, babe.”
Feeling flirty, I moved to stand at the end of the bed for a few moments before I put a knee on the mattress and crawled over to him. When I got to his feet, I gave his ankle a nudge and he got the hint and spread his legs. I slowly moved up closer, loving how the leather rubbed over my nipples with each movement I made. When I got up to his groin, he was still stroking his dick. On his next down stroke, I wrapped my lips around the head and gave him a hard suck.
“Fuck, babe!”
He released his erection to wrap his hands in my hair. Heat pooled between my thighs as he controlled my movements while I licked and sucked his cock. I could taste a hint of myself on him and it was a little dirty, and made this whole thing even hotter. The next time I sucked hard on the head of his dick, he growled and pulled me off him, lifting me up so he could take my mouth in a hard kiss that left my lips stinging and my heart racing.
Then, before I could catch my breath, Taz easily manhandled me so I was facing away from him. I gripped his thighs as he lifted my ass up, then lined his cock up with my pussy opening. After moving both his hands to my hips, he pulled me back, impaling me on his dick.
“I think I’m gonna be taking you from behind a lot from now on, babe. Fucking love seeing my property patch on you while you ride my cock.”
I shuddered at his words, and even though I was on top, with his tight grip on my hips, he controlled every move. Every stroke in hit a sensitive spot inside me that had me crying out. Within minutes, he had me coming hard for him. Before I could fully come down, Taz had me on all fours, with him standing next to the bed behind me. He slid back inside me and with a whimper, I dropped my head down as my arms gave out.
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“Love this, love you. Gonna go shopping today. Buy what I need to get this ass ready for me too. I’m gonna own every fucking inch of you, babe. You’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”
“And you’re mine. Goes both ways.”
“Damn straight it does, kitty.”
My heart just about burst out of my chest at his possessive tone and his hard thrusts.
The risk had been worth it. This man, my man, was worth everything.
Taz
After a long shower where I managed to get my cock back inside my woman again, we made fast work of breakfast. Half of me still didn’t believe she was really here to stay. Without letting her out of my sight, I followed her out to her car to see that, true to her word, it was filled with boxes and bags.
“How about we head over and see Scout on my bike, then I’ll grab Eagle or Mac later to help unload all this?”
She tilted her head as she watched me, before she came and pressed herself up against my front, her arms slipping under my cut and around to my back.
“Sure, babe. I kinda figured, what with your lack of trust that I’m actually real, you’d want to bring all my crap in now. You know—as further proof.”
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You should be grateful I haven’t left you chained to the bed. You know—to make sure you stay.”
With a chuckle, she pushed away and taking my hand, led me back toward the house.
“C’mon, caveman. Let’s go see Scout.”
I couldn’t seem to shake the shock that Flick had chosen me. That she’d given up her job, her life in Dallas, for me. I’m sure my hangover wasn’t helping me process. Within minutes, I had her sitting behind me on my bike, her arms wrapped around my waist and her curvy body pressed up against my back. My cock throbbed for her and with a wince, I did my best to adjust things so I wouldn’t damage myself on the ride. Flick chuckled, obviously picking up on my issue.
