Coal (Regulators MC Book 3)

by Chelsea Camaron

  Is it fast, these thoughts I’m having? Yeah.

  Do I give a fuck about how fast it is? Nope.

  She makes all my cares drop away, and there’s not a price tag in this world you can put on that. Every day I spend with her, I fall for her a little more.

  Is any of this shit I would tell my brothers here? Fuck no. But I have a feeling it doesn’t need to be said. They have their women. They already know what it’s like to have that balance.

  Changing the subject, I ask Hammer, “You still thinking of proposing to Des?”

  He nods. “More I think on it, the more I want to do it. Think it’s time to go ring shopping, my man. Seems like change is on the wind for all of us.”

  I snort. “Not Ice. He’s already got it good. Don’t think he wants to change a damn thing.”

  Prez shrugs. “Not true. I’ve been thinking it’s time Morgan and I add to the family.”

  Hammer and my jaws drop open in shock.

  “You want a baby?” Hammer asks what we’re both thinking.

  There’s a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Think you boys just need to wait and see what I’m up to.” He laughs at our still shocked faces, and then bites into another wing.

  “Oh, hell,” I say on a laugh. “You’re just crazy enough to decide you want a baby and knock her up, then say ‘look what I did’.”

  “Maybe.” He smirks. “But we got Brooke outta the house, and this empty nest shit ain’t so bad when I can fuck my wife on a kitchen counter while she waits on some cookies to cool off.”

  “Eating cookies from Morgan is never gonna be the same again, brother,” Hammer says with a frown.

  “More for me, shithead,” Ice gives back before biting into his chicken taco.

  Hammer isn’t done letting his disappointment be known. “This feels like the time Des fed me a smoothie from Paisley, waiting till I finished to tell me it had peas and kale. All that good for me green shit. Des is good for me. The rest of that is unnecessary.”

  I laugh at him. “Man, you start eatin’ cleaner, you’ll find your body and mind will work better. You’ll have stamina like never before.” I wink before scooping up a nacho chip. “Plus, I eat normal. I just bypass the meat.”

  “Give it time. You’ll end up eating just like her,” Hammer says a little too confidently, and I raise an eyebrow in question. “Look, Des loves Paisley like a sister. My woman, she likes coffee, sugar—all the good shit in life. But since Paisley, she actually stops to think about packaging and what we ingest. Des is even making a damn garden this summer. Apparently, the girls are all gonna see what they can grow.”

  “What’s wrong with that?” I ask, feeling proud of Pixie for her impact on her friends.

  “What’s wrong? I wanna give Des my name and my kid. I want to grow our family, not see who can make the biggest cantaloupe or honeydew, unless that refers to the melons of her tits.”

  “Baby fever, brother?” Ice asks, and I laugh. “Never saw that comin’.”

  “Nah, I got Des fever.” Hammer’s reply is confident. “Woman keeps me hot.”

  I sit in the chair, relaxed and totally understanding how he feels. I never imagined this would be the life I could have. One bump and two energies connected later, and I have balance … and happiness.

  Shit doesn’t get much better.

  Well, unless I could make Pixie my wife. Damn, it’s a foreign feeling, but a good one.

  ~Paisley~

  “Trevor,” I say his name softly while I chop vegetables. He comes up behind me, caging me in. My pulse quickens in want. “Honey, I need to tell you something.”

  He kisses my neck, his beard brushing against my exposed skin and causing me to shiver. “Yeah, tell me anything, Pixie.”

  “Um … I …” Pausing, I try to focus as his lips continue to tease my skin. “Trevor, you don’t gotta leave, but um …”

  He hums against my neck, and I swear my panties dampen with each second.

  “Well, honey, you can’t stay here,” I finish.

  “What?” he asks sharply, pulling away and causing me to turn around to study him. “Pixie, I’ve been here every night for over a month. At this point, I have more shit here than my own place.”

  “It’s girls’ night. You aren’t a girl last time I checked.”

  He relaxes and laughs. Then he steps forward and kisses me.

  Lost in the sensations, I find myself pawing at his clothes, all thoughts gone.

  “I’ll show you just how much of a man I am.”

  And he does, right here in my kitchen.

  With only five minutes to clean up and finish, it’s a mad scramble to be ready for Des and Morgan to arrive.

  Coal casually strolls upstairs after helping me put my clothes back on, calling out, “Pixie, think it’s time we live together, yeah?”

  With his back to me, I throw a fist bump in the air, celebrating because I want nothing more than to have this man with me as much as I can.

  “Yeah, Trevor, I like that.”

  He reappears with his boots in hand. “Gonna go check on things at the clubs. Text when you finish girl time, and I’ll be home.”

  I smile, feeling it fill my entire face. “Home. I love the sound of it.”

  There is a knock at the front door, interrupting us just as I press my lips to his.

  “My cue to leave. Be home later, Pixie.” Trevor smiles as he finishes getting his boots on.

  I go about finishing the vegetable tray while he lets Morgan and Desirae come in with quick hellos and good-byes to them.

  I give a wave as I rush to my room to clean up and change from my kitchen time with Coal. When I come back down the small stairs, I can’t help laughing at the looks on my friends’ faces.

  “What’s going on, guys?” I ask as I see these two holding something behind their backs and looking like little kids with a secret.

  “Tonight, we are welcoming you to the fold!” Morgan says as they both take boxes from behind their backs.

  “We had to research to find the right stuff for your lifestyle,” Des explains, opening a box with black boots while Morgan opens a box with what looks like a black leather biker jacket.

  “Um … What’s this for?”

  “You’re a biker chick now, so you gotta look the part,” Des explains.

  Morgan adds, “Look, Brett—Ice, he’s all about being safe. You gotta wear denim because it’s thick in case you are in an accident. We know you have an aversion to wearing leather, so we found a vegan-approved company to make this jacket and these boots. We want you to be safe when you ride with your man, and of course, when we all go out.”

  Tears fill my eyes at their thoughtfulness. “I don’t know what to say.”

  Des smirks with a hand on her hip. “You say thanks, and then we get you ready for when Coal gets home to knock his socks off!” She laughs to herself. “Or rock his socks off!”

  Chapter Seventeen

  ~Coal~

  Seeing her dressed like a biker’s ol’ lady does something to me. It’s more than a punch-to-the-gut sort of thing. It’s a stops-my-heartbeat-dead-in-its-tracks thing. Paisley always looks beautiful, but dressed like this, it’s like she’s trying to show me that she wants to become one with my world. It means more to me than I know how to say.

  I sure as fuck know how I can express it to her, though.

  “Come here, Pixie.”

  She doesn’t move from where she’s standing. She simply nibbles on her bottom lip like she does every time she’s nervous. “Do you like it? I’m sorry I couldn’t do the real leather like the others, but I just can’t know something died for me to wear it,” she rambles, and it’s cute.

  Using my finger in a “come here” motion, I tell her again, “I said, come here, woman, and I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

  Her first step is nervous, but then something comes over her and I watch as she puts some confidence in her posture. Her back gets a little straighter, and there’s an exagg
erated swing to her hips as she starts taking slow steps toward me. When she gets close enough that I can grab her, I reach out with one hand, put my finger through a belt loop in her jeans, and pull her closer until she’s standing between my spread legs.

  I spread my hands wide over her hips, my thumbs touching her hip bones and my fingers wrap around the sides. I love her tight, little body. It fits perfectly against me whenever I hold her, cradled in my arms at night.

  Bringing my face up to her waist, I use my thumbs to push the material up so I can lick around her belly button. Paisley hisses at the sensation, then moans, asking for more. I use my tongue to go down toward the waistband of her jeans, and then stop so I can unbutton them with my teeth. I then pull so that it unzips the zipper all the way down before I release the material.

  She’s wearing sexy red lace panties and the sight of that lace against her skin makes me harder than I already was. So much so that it fucking hurts. I like the pain.

  I lick over her lace covered lower abdomen, stopping when I’m just above her mound because her jeans are still in the way.

  Letting go of her hips, I look up at her face and order, “Take the pants off, Pixie.”

  A flush brightens her cheeks as she starts to slowly shimmy out of her tight jeans. When they are down around her ankles, I place my booted foot on the material, trapping her legs from moving as I take hold of her hips again with my hands.

  “Stay still and hold on, sweetheart.” It’s all the warning I give her before I start to lick over her panty covered sex.

  Against my tongue, I can already taste hints of her through the lace, and I moan against her clit as I take a long lick. I love the way my woman tastes, slightly musky but a little sweet.

  Teasing her through the panties is torture for us both, but that is exactly what I intend. I’m going to build her up until she’s begging, and then I’m going to slowly make love to her so she falls apart with me inside of her.

  My girl must be loving the tease, because it doesn’t take long for her to start begging. “Please, Trevor, I need more. I want to feel you against my skin.”

  The sinister part of me says she’s not begging hard enough yet, so I keep tonguing her over her panties, letting the little bit she can feel through the lace tempt her toward more. When she starts begging more, I finally stop, but only to lift my boot and let go of her hips so she can step out of her jeans finally. Then I stand up, my body brushing hers, and let her know what I want.

  “Undress me. Then get down on those knees and wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my cock, Pixie. I want you to get me wet so I slide right into you tonight.” She tries to quickly pull my cut off, and I stop her hands. “Slow, baby. We’re going slow tonight.”

  She heeds my directions and slows her movements. Pulling my cut off, followed by my T-shirt. Both of which she places on the chair that sits in her bedroom. Coming back to me, she unbuttons my pants, unzips them, and then squats down as she pulls my jeans down bit by bit with my boxer briefs until my hard cock springs out, almost hitting her in the face.

  That doesn’t stop her from leaning forward and licking my tip, making me groan at the sensation. Seems like I’m not the only one who wants to do a little sexual torture tonight.

  She stops licking long enough to take off my boots and jeans, and then her attention turns back to my hard length. Paisley sees the pre-come leaking out the tip and leans forward to lick me again and again, until she’s licking my length in short strokes all over. Then she reaches up and starts to massage my balls as she finally puts her mouth around me and takes me back to her throat. It takes all of my will power not to give in to the need to come prematurely. I’m nowhere near done with my woman tonight.

  After being together for a month, tonight is the night I’m going to come inside her for the first time. Neither of us wanted to risk the other, so we went together to get tested. Both our tests results came back through the mail the other day. Clean. Pixie said she also went on birth control. The shot. She doesn’t like the hormones in birth control pills, but she is firm in not wanting a baby right now. I understand. I don’t want to share her attention right now, either. This time is for us.

  Grabbing her hair gently, I gruffly tell her, “Enough, baby. I’ve got a much better place for you to put my cock than your mouth.”

  Pulling back, I sit back down on the end of her bed and scoot back just enough so she can climb on top of me and brace her knees on the bed. Then I help hold her steady as she hovers over my hard length that’s pointing straight up at her entrance.

  Staring into her eyes, I need the truth from her. “You ready for this, Pixie? I want nothing between us as I come inside you. But if you’re not ready, I’ll understand.”

  Her breath hitches before she whispers, “I’m ready, Trevor. I can’t wait to feel all of you filling me up. I want you hot inside me, not pulling out.” There is a hunger in her eyes like never before.

  Grabbing my cock, I hold it steady and ready at her entrance as I tell her, “Slow, baby. I want you to take all of me in one slow motion.”

  She does. First the head slides inside, and I’m already moaning at the feeling of her bare around me. Then she slides down my length little by little, both of us in awe of the sensation, until she’s sitting on my lap, panting with need. Knowing I don’t have to pull out, I am able to focus on the sensations and not my release.

  We have had a lot of sex in the time we have been together. But taking it slow, committing it to memory, is a sensation like never before.

  “Damn, I’ve never felt anything so good in all my life, woman.”

  It’s the truth, and I can’t wait to feel it all. Me coming inside of her, filling her up with my seed, marking her as mine from the inside out.

  I arch up so I can push up into her, and Pixie gasps and arches her back. Letting myself back down, I place my hands on her hips again.

  “Ride me, sweetheart. Slide that pretty little ass of yours up and down my cock until I’m coming inside you.”

  Pixie does. She rides me in a gradual motion, little by little, until she’s moving up and down more and more, driving us both wild. I can see the muscles in her thighs flexing as she leans back and braces her hands on my own thighs to remain steady as she picks up her pace a little. I can tell we are both riding that edge of release. So close, just a little more, and I’m going to explode inside of her.

  We are both losing control, me lifting up into her, her slamming herself down on my length, until I feel that familiar tingle that lets me know I’m close.

  I sit up so we are face to face. Her clit is hitting my pelvic bone, rubbing herself against me like a cat in heat. I fucking want her like this all the time—grinding against me, getting herself off. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

  Finally, her walls clamp down on me, fluttering around my length in an orgasm as she cries out her pleasure.

  Grabbing her face with both hands, I keep her eyes on mine as I start to lift my hips up into her, telling her what I have been waiting to say for a while now. “I love you, Paisley.”

  The way her eyes glaze over both in pleasure and love sends me over the edge, and I let go, calling out her name as I come deeply inside for the first time.

  We are clutching each other tightly as we pant to catch our breaths. I can feel her hand running up and down my sweat sheen covered back. My face is buried in the side of her neck, memorizing this moment. The smell, the way she feels—all of it. I don’t ever want to forget the day I told this woman I loved her for the first time.

  I feel her lips against the shell of my ear. “I love you, too, Trevor Blake.”

  They are the sweetest fucking words I have heard in my entire life, and I know without a doubt that this woman is meant to be my ol’ lady, my life and my love, for the rest of my days as I take on this ride called life.

  ~Paisley~

  We sit on the couch together, me curled into his side, having a normal evening. Things with Trevor a
re good … Too good. It makes me anxious.

  We watch television … Cable television. Trevor said he’s a man and needs sports. I love the man he is, so I can make changes for him.

  “How many commercials do they have for depression and mental illness?” I ask, not necessarily to him, but more as an observation.

  “Pixie, you okay?”

  I sigh. “Yeah. I was just thinking about how, when my parents died, I battled depression.”

  He squeezes me to reassure me.

  “I found my own ways to cope, but it was hard in the beginning. It’s good to see depression is not just slid under a rug. There are other options. Medicines aren’t bad, but there are a lot of side effects.”

  “Wanna talk about it, Pixie?”

  “I don’t know what to say.” I shrug. “I tried medications. You have to wait for it to work into your system. Some of them made me throw up, some made me sleepy, and others gave me insomnia.”

  “So, what did you end up doing?”

  “Alternatives,” I answer, remembering how hard it was to make the changes in my lifestyle. “It started before my parents died when I learned about Feng Shui. I didn’t take it seriously, though, not until after they were gone.” I blow out a heavy breath. “When the medications didn’t help, and I felt like I was going crazy, I found yoga.”

  “I thought you were gonna say you gave up meat,” Coal says in such a serious tone that I can’t help laughing.

  “Baby steps. It was baby steps to cleanse my life. If I eat clean, then I don’t have the extra draw backs in my system from toxins, which aid in depression. The research shows, the more advanced our world becomes, the more processed foods we eat, the higher the rates are in cancer as well as mental illness. The more I changed, the more I realized the impacts on the world. I could have a job using my degree, but for what? I love what I do, my life is balanced. So I don’t make much, but material things don’t matter to me. I value what I have.”

  Coal kisses my temple, and the anxiety that was creeping up in talking about my past eases away.