Because Beards
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“It’s cool now, baby. It’s done and over, and we’re good to be together,” he mutters.
“It’s not cool, not even a little. I’m so upset and angry right now,” I growl.
“Grease dropped me off here ‘cause he knew you’d take good care of me. I had to be tried and punished for my disobedience. It could have been worse, baby,” he says. He’s so nonchalant about the whole thing that it’s making me even more irritated.
“I don’t see how it could have been any worse, West.”
“I could be dead right now,” he says. I wait for him to laugh, but he doesn’t. He’s completely serious, and I feel my stomach drop.
“Dead?” I say, sucking in a breath.
“Yeah, baby, disobedience isn’t tolerated. Trust is really fuckin’ important, and I fucked up. I should have gone to Grease before we ever began, instead of hiding it from him.”
“Do you regret me?” I whisper.
“Never. I’d do this all over again every day of my life if it meant coming home to you,” he murmurs.
“You’re full of shit.”
“Get over here and take care of your man,” he grumbles.
It takes me a few hours to get him cleaned up and into bed. I’m furious at Barry, and the club, and at West, too. They’re all assholes, every single one of them. I don’t slide into bed next to West, but instead go out to the couch and turn a movie on the television. I don’t even know what it is; I’m just staring at the characters as they go through their motions.
“Ivy,” a voice grunts next to me. I feel my body being shaken a bit.
“What?”
I sit up bleary eyed, looking around the room, and then my eyes meet West’s bruised and battered face.
“Baby, what are you doing out here?” he rasps with concern.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I shrug.
“I’m fine. We’re fine. It’s all good, baby,” he murmurs as he sits down next to me with a groan.
“You’re not good, and it’s partly my fault, and your own club did this to you. How can you be okay with all of this?” I ask as tears well in my eyes.
“This life has its own set of rules, Ivy. I broke one, a big fuckin’ one. I should have done things differently, but I didn’t. I don’t regret not doing them differently, either. Had I, then I would have missed out on the past two months. So, yeah, being banged up like this fuckin’ sucks. But it ain’t the end of the world, and now there’s no more hiding for us,” he shrugs.
“I hate how optimistic that whole speech was,” I grumble.
“Come to bed, babe, make your man feel better,” he chuckles.
“How? You’re a disaster,” I point out.
“You can give me a mouth hug,” he murmurs.
I can’t help it, I burst out laughing. Together, we walk toward the bedroom and I do give him that mouth hug. He comes with his hands wrapped in the back of my hair and his cock down my throat.
“Love you, Ivy,” he murmurs into my ear when I curl into his side, careful not to touch him too much.
“I love you, West—but I’m still pissed.”
“Yeah, baby, I know,” he sighs.
WEST
A week passes, and though my bruises are turning the color of bananas and my swelling is down, Ivy is still pissed. She tries to hide it from me, but I know she’s not talking to her brother. Grease has eyed me warily a few times but hasn’t come outright and asked me anything. I hope that tonight will clear the air a bit. Tonight is party night, and I’m taking my Old Lady to show her off to my brothers.
“Is this okay?” Ivy asks from the bedroom.
I make my way over to the room and my mouth drops when I take in the sight of her. She’s standing in the middle of the bedroom in a tiny, little black skirt that barely covers her ass, and a skin tight, low cut tank that her tits are practically hanging out of.
Then my eyes scan down to her shoes. I have never fought not to get hard—not as much as I’m fighting it now—in my entire life. Her shoes are the tallest heels I’ve ever seen her wear.
I don’t speak. Instead, I walk up to her and wrap my hand in the back of her hair, wrenching her neck back and smashing my lips to hers as I lift her skirt with my other hand. I take the string on the side of her panties and rip it to shreds.
Ivy gasps in my mouth, but I could give a fuck. I need her, right here and right now. I slide my hand from her hip, down to her thigh, and then her knee, hitching her leg around my waist before I plunge my tongue into her mouth and consume her.
I walk toward the dresser, until her ass is pressed against it, then I move my hand from her hair and lift her until she’s on the edge of the piece of furniture. Ivy fumbles with my pants and pulls my cock out. Her small hand wraps around it and gently strokes me as I fuck her mouth with my tongue.
“West,” she moans.
“Need this pussy, hard and fast, baby,” I whisper against her lips.
“Take it,” she urges before she squeezes my dick.
I growl and then I move her hand and plunge deep inside her to the hilt. She throws back her head with a long groan. I don’t give her time to adjust to my size before I pull almost completely out of her and then sink back inside. I don’t stop, I don’t slow, I just fuck her with all of my strength as I watch her accept me, take me, and find her pleasure in what I’m giving her.
Sliding a hand between us, I start rubbing firm circles against her clit as my other hand drifts up her spine, twisting into the back of her hair. I can’t look at her face a second longer, or I’ll come too soon. Instead, I bury my face in her neck and inhale her sweet scent.
“West,” she whispers as her legs shake on either side of me.
“Come, baby,” I grunt, sweat dripping from my forehead.
“Oh, shit,” she curses. Then she yells out my name as her body goes taunt beneath me.
I don’t slow my movements or even reduce my power as I thrust into her tight body. I’m chasing my own release; and when I find it, I can’t stop my head from falling back or silence the loud groan that fills the air around us.
“So you like my outfit?” Ivy asks on a chuckle once we’ve both caught our breath.
“Fuck, it’s going to be difficult not to bend you over every single piece of furniture in the clubhouse and fuck you senseless,” I murmur, brushing my lips over hers and pulling out of her warm, tight heat.
“I don’t think Barry would like that,” she mutters as she rights her skirt and starts walking to the bathroom to clean up.
“He can’t say dick about it, even if he hated it. You’re my Old Lady,” I say as I tuck my dick in my pants and walk into the bathroom as she’s fixing her hair.
“What?” she asks with wide eyes.
“You’re mine now. He can’t say anything. Doesn’t mean I’d ever do anything to disrespect him like that or make you feel uncomfortable in any way,” I shrug.
Ivy walks up to me and wraps her arms around my neck before she presses her lips to mine.
“I love you, West,” she whispers.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here,” I grunt before I grab her ass and squeeze.
IVY
I’m thankful that nobody is outside of the clubhouse when we pull up. I hadn’t thought out my outfit all that well. There’s no modest way to get off of West’s bike in the miniskirt I’m wearing. Luckily, I changed my panties, so at least I have those on underneath to cover myself a little.
“Ready?” West asks after I’ve righted my skirt and fluffed up my helmet head hair.
“Not really,” I deadpan.
“You’ll be fine, babe. I won’t leave your side,” he promises, kissing the side of my head.
Together, we walk into the clubhouse. I’m surprised by all of the smoke that lingers in the air. I haven’t ever been to a party here, and I’m in knots in anticipation of what’s going to happen.
When my eyes finally adjust, I see some scantily clad women walking around; but then there are also w
omen dressed in jeans and tanks, just hanging on the arm of who I assume are their men. West walks us right over to them and, suddenly, I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb in my teeny, tiny skirt and low-cut tank.
My eyes travel over to the girl standing next to MadDog, the president. She has long, dark hair and she looks to be around my age. MadDog wraps his hand around her waist and I blink in surprise. He’s old enough to be my dad, but now that I look at him—not completely stressed out with a dead guy on my living room floor—I notice that he’s hot. For a guy old enough to be my dad, he doesn’t look it. His blond hair is just a little grey at the temples, and he’s got a few wrinkles from being in the sun, but his body is tall and solid and he’s a total silver fox.
“Hey, everyone. This is Ivy,” West announces, shaking me out of my pervy thoughts about MadDog.
Everybody greets me with their names or road names, then MadDog smiles and introduces the girl at his side as Mary-Anne. He doesn’t say that she’s his Old Lady or anything, and it has me curious as to who exactly she is to him.
I look over to the bar and see my brother bellied up to it. I excuse myself and make my way over to him, West’s eyes never leaving me. I can feel them on my back, burning into me with his intense gaze.
“I’m still fucking angry,” I announce as I reach Barry’s side.
“Yeah?” he grunts, tipping his head slightly to look at me.
“Fuck yeah, you beat the shit out of my boyfriend,” I practically shriek.
“Don’t fuck with the bull; you’ll get the horns,” he grumbles, sounding exactly like our dad. I wrinkle my nose at the phrase and he chuckles, taking a pull from his beer.
“One day you’re going to come at me with some chick, and I’m going to beat the shit out of her just for the hell of it,” I announce.
I watch as Barry throws his head back in laughter, his booming voice filling the room around us.
“You do that, baby sister, I’ll fuckin’ sell tickets to the public,” he chuckles. I roll my eyes but give my big brother a hug, because I love the dumb bastard.
“Do it again and I’ll make your life hell,” I whisper against his ear.
“How?” he rumbles.
“I have all the baby albums,” I explain before I turn and walk away from him.
As the night progresses, I look around and find that the scantily clad women from earlier are now naked women, and they’re having sex, and everything else, with the rest of the men. Nobody seems to mind. Then my eyes find my brother’s, and I gasp when I notice he’s getting a blow job from one of the women.
My brother.
I honestly didn’t know how tonight was going to go, but obviously he’s in his element. He’s perfectly content and disgusting all at the same time.
“Just don’t look,” Mary-Anne murmurs next to me, interrupting my thoughts.
“That’s my brother,” I groan, taking a drink of beer.
“Yeah, my brother is a Devil, but in Idaho,” she grimaces. “The more you come, the more shit you’ll see. Just think of it kinda like Vegas—what happens at the clubhouse stays at the clubhouse,” she shrugs.
“So are you…?” I ask, moving my eyes to MadDog, whose hand has fallen down to her ass now.
“We’re something,” she smiles.
“Let’s get the fuck to bed, baby,” West whispers in my ear.
“We’re too drunk to drive,” I point out.
“Got a room here, babe. Come upstairs and fuck your man,” he grunts, making me giggle.
“You better go take care of him, girl,” Mary-Anne giggles.
“He ain’t the only one needs some attention, sweetness,” MadDog points out with a grin.
I wave to Mary-Anne and say goodbye as West drags me toward his room. Once we’re inside and the door is locked, I turn around to face him and my belly clenches. His eyes are like liquid fire, and they’re aimed right at me.
“Fucked you hard and fast earlier, baby. Now, I need you to ride me nice and slow,” he murmurs.
“Yeah?” I breathe.
“Yeah. Then I’m gonna fuck you from behind. I’ve been thinking about that sweet ass all night, and I want to stare at it while my dick sinks into your tight pussy.”
I can’t stop my legs from quivering at his words. My pussy clenches and my nipples tighten. I want all of that, every single thing he’s describing. West walks over to me and wraps his hands around my waist, yanking me into his chest. His lips brush mine.
“I love you, Ivy,” he whispers against my lips.
“I love you too, West,” I reply.
“Come ride my face, babe,” he grins.
I don’t respond. I don’t need to. What woman is going to turn such an enticing offer down after a night of drinking beside her man?
I spend the night making love to him, then being fucked by him; and although there’s a difference in the way he takes me, it’s always consistently with love. He fills me with it from the inside out.
I know that this man, no matter how reckless he was by breaking the rules to be with me, he would never be reckless with me or my heart. He loves me with all that he is. I’m his, and he’s mine, and together—we’re going to make a beautiful life together.
One beautifully reckless moment at a time.
About Hayley Faiman
Hayley Faiman is an only child, born in California. She currently resides in Texas with her husband, of twelve years, their two boys, and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
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Blake
From my table along the outside railing of the airport bar, I could keep tabs on the other travelers as they made their way to or from their flight. It wasn’t exciting, but it was a good way to kill some time until my plane departed. Mostly I kept tabs on the sexy as fuck woman seated halfway across the room nursing a girly drink with an umbrella. She was a contradiction.
I liked contradictions.
Hispanic with long, loose curls falling down her back, a little on the petite side, yet curvy in all the places a guy needed a handhold. She wore a halter dress in some lightweight stretchy fabric and a fun, bright crimson, yet she perched on the edge of her chair with her skirt draped over her knees and her handbag piled in her lap. Her deep-set eyes darted around the area as if searching out terrorists who’d happened to elude TSA. She caught me watching her and froze, then relaxed into her seat, her dark gaze laughing. Her lips tugged up in a brilliant half smile. Definitely a contradiction.
My phone rang. Again. I let it go. My buddy Deke had been trying to reach me since before I left Honolulu this afternoon. My two-week hiatus was up and I was on my way home. I had paid a shitload of non-refundable cash for a tropical honeymoon it turned out I had no use for. Deke badgered me until I agreed a beach bungalow away from the wagging tongues of the Moreover gossipmongers would be a welcome reprieve. I let my ex hang around town and explain to everyone how she figured her dentist could give her a better life.
I should return Deke’s call, but before I did, I let my phone rest in my palm while the woman across the room took a sip and slid her tongue over her glossy lips. Rosy, full, lush. Fuck. I did not need that shit in my life. I opened Deke’s contact and typed in a text.
Me: Layover in LA. Red-eye home boards soon. I’ll meet you at Baggage Claim. You still have the arrival time?
The woman across the room lifted her drink and met my gaze . . . Then sucked through her straw. Her cheeks hollowed and my dick twitched. Fuck. Me. Did she really just do that? Did she mean it for me? I glanced around. The tables on either side of me were vacant.
My phone dinged as Deke finally responded.
Deke: I have it. You could have called me back this morning.
Fucker. He was only pissed because I bailed on two weeks of basketball practice and the season opener was fast approaching. It was difficult enough for both of us to keep the boys focused on the court rather than the cheerlea
ders. I reached for my beer and drained it. Then flagged down my waitress. A few moments later she bounced over to my side. “Need a refill, hon?”
I slid my empty to the edge of the table. “Kim, right?” Her eyes lit, and she moved half a step closer till her tits were shoved into my arm. She gave me a smile she might imagine would earn her a bigger tip. It probably would have a month ago.
“I’ve got whatever you need, hon.”
Twelve ounces, Kim. I tapped the rim of the empty Corona. “Um, yeah, another bottle.”
Kim hung around for an expectant moment until she realized all I wanted from her was a little more beer. She noted my order on her pad and sulked off toward the end of the bar, bringing my lady back into view.
She was watching me. My heartrate picked up. What the fuck! I picked up my phone again.
Me: Dude, I’m waiting in a bar and this chick’s eye-fucking me. I’ve been off the market too long. What do I do?
What was I thinking? Deke only had a clue when it came to Dixie. How would he know?
Deke: Ignore her! You’re never touching another woman ever!
Point made.
Deke: Fuck, man! Dixie was looking over my shoulder. Are you sure about the girl? Because if you’re sure, hit it!
Me: How do you know? What have you been reading?
Deke: Cosmo. Don’t tell Dixie.
I laughed and dropped my phone to the table. Was I sure? Well, yeah. I knew the signals. I was rusty, but I’d been brushing up for the past two weeks. I had time before they called my flight. Enough to finish my beer and . . . practice.
My drink arrived and I dropped some money on Kim’s tray, then ignored her as I focused on plump, shiny red lips wrapped around a thin plastic straw. And how they would feel stretched around my thick, pulsing cock. I considered walking over and introducing myself. We could finish our drinks, bore each other with small talk, then go our separate ways and never see each other again. I cast my glance in her direction again. She leaned forward, her shoulders pressed together, her cleavage gaping as she wrapped those lips I was obsessed with around her straw and slid it in and out. If she was trying to get my attention, she had it all. I relaxed back in my chair and lifted my bottle to her in a toast. If she wanted to put on a show for me, I’d sit right here and enjoy it. I wasn’t fucking going anywhere.