Baby

by Sapphire Knight

  He’s feeling guilty for putting me through that ordeal; it’s pouring off him. One hand holds me to him tightly as if he’s scared to let me go, while his other cradles my face in his palm. We stand there kissing for what must be minutes even though it feels like longer. All I know is he sweetly coaxes my tongue with his until the waters washed away any remnant of the dried blood from them.

  It could be an eternity, and yet, suddenly that doesn’t feel like enough. I’m going to need this man in my life long after any word such as forever can encompass. He’s shared his darker side with me, yes...but he’s also opened his soul and made a place for me.

  Pulling away enough so I can speak, I rest my forehead against his scruffy cheek. “I want you.”

  “You have me.” He promises and grabs a bar of soap. Lathering it up, he spreads bubbles all over the two of us until the water begins to turn cold. With goosebumps covering our skin, we quickly rinse the soap and turn the water off.

  He leads me to his bed, pushing me down. Our wet bodies get the covers wet. My hair fans out around me, and he gazes at me with such lust and heat, unlike he’s ever looked at me before. Sure, I knew he wanted me, but nothing like this. It’s as if he’s seeing me for the first time.

  His hands trail up over my knees. The callused palms follow over my thighs and spread my legs as he nears the juncture encasing my core. Planting his knees between them, he stares down at me, taking every inch of me in. His disheveled appearance—wet hair going in every direction and his unshaved face—makes him even more enticing.

  “Saint?” Sighing his name, I bite down on my bottom lip unsure what he wants me to do. I’m his to use up as much as he desires.

  “You’re getting what you want,” he mutters scooting down until his face is so freaking close to the spot where I’ve been craving his touch. His palms graze my flesh, stopping on each side to push my legs apart even more. Saint’s presented with an up close and personal view of my pink center.

  It takes everything not to squirm away. I want him there, but at the same time, I’m bashful about it. “Baby, if I’m going to lick it, I damn sure plan to look my fill.” The tip of his nose softly runs over the delicate skin, as he inhales my scent. Shallow breaths escape my lips in anticipation.

  He dives in with a pleased grumble along the way. “Fuckin’ perfection.” His blissful assault begins with long strokes, making his tongue flat. The movements of his skilled mouth cause me to gasp in response, silently wishing for him to never stop.

  “Oh God.” The moan leaves me breathlessly, my eyes rolling heavenward.

  “Nope, just me,” he groans, planting his lips on my clit where he begins to suck. The sensations have my hips jumping, and in return he plants his hand in the middle of my stomach, gripping me to the mattress.

  “Yes!” The words escape on a hiss as my arms fly up, my own hands tangling in my wet hair. I don’t know what to do with them, so I tug on the locks, the zing of pain adding to my pleasure.

  He uses his free hand to take turns filling me with his tongue and fingers, my climax storming ahead full steam. My minds’ in a blissful haze, distracted so much that I don’t hear when Sinner comes into the room with us. One minute Saint’s tongue’s inside me, and the next, he’s sitting back with lust coating his gaze, my wetness on his chin.

  “You joining us?” he rasps and Sinner nods, eyes pinned on me as he strips clothes off. “How do you want it?”

  “I’ll lay down, Saint; let me have a turn at tasting Jude,” he replies, never breaking his stare. “You hear me, Jude? I want your pussy on my lips, sweetheart.”

  Clearing my throat, I scramble on to my knees and scoot over for him, my core still throbbing with need. He tosses his clothes and lies down as Saint grabs a bottle of lube from the dresser. He tugs me over, having me straddle his mouth and face Saint. These men aren’t intimidated whatsoever to be up close and personal with every inch of me; if anything, the closer, the better.

  Sinner lets lose a gruff sounding growl, vibrating my sensitive parts as Saint coats him in lube, wetting his cock and his ass. My eyes are wide as I watch, enraptured as Saint pushes the lube inside Sinner, eventually positioning his cock to enter him. At the same time Saint carefully drives forward, he pumps Sinner’s dick with his free hand, abs constricting in response.

  This is new to me too; they haven’t been so open together like this. I’d wondered if they’d been together at all more than kissing and touching. Clearly, they have, and it’s beyond sexy.

  Saint gets a rhythm going as Sinner eats my pussy like a man possessed and eventually leans in, his kiss erotic against my lips. Pleased moans leave me between gasps for breath and teasing tangles with his tongue. I never could’ve imagined anything so freaky in my life. This is the type of thing that happens in dreams, and here I am in real life, living it.

  Saint’s drives turn hasty as he chases his orgasm, becoming lost in the feelings of his blissful reward, and Sinner’s groans get buried in my pussy as he continues his assault, not stopping until I climax. “Saint!” I sing their names with a satisfied moan. “Sinner, yes!” He holds me down, not letting up as my high spikes and plummets, my body on its own private roller coaster.

  With a deep groan, Sinner’s come coats his muscular stomach, jets shooting in every direction. It pushes Saint over the edge as he palms my breast in one hand and watches Sinner finish. “Fuck!” Saint shouts, his eyes slamming closed as he fills Sinner with his own pleasure.

  As my body hits the mattress, the thoughts pour through my mind of what today has shown me. I love these two men, and I can only hope they eventually grow to love me back. I can’t imagine going back to my old life and not having them around to constantly keep my body on edge. Or to not feel the warmth surrounding my heart each time one of them kisses me.

  I’m way past wanting them...I need them. They’re mine.

  “We need to have a talk,” Sinner mutters as I roll over the next morning, sunshine warming the bedroom along with the body heat radiating from Saint and Sinner. It’s the last thing I’m expecting from him this early and has my heartrate spiking.

  A yawn escapes as I agree. “Okay. Just us or...” I point over my shoulder in Saint’s general direction. I know he’s back there somewhere; I feel his presence next to me.

  “I’ve already discussed it with him, but you can wake him if you want to.”

  “Ermmm,” Saint grumbles. “I’m here, just sleeping.”

  A quiet giggle escapes as I smile at Sinner. He returns it with a sleepy grin.

  “Have you been up a while?”

  He shakes his head. “Not too long, just enough to do some thinking.”

  My stomach starts to sink. I have a feeling this is the talk I don’t want to have. I thought I was becoming closer to them, but in doing so, perhaps they’ve finally grown tired of having me here.

  “You know I care about you, right?” he continues, and I swallow.

  This isn’t sounding so promising. “I like to think you do.”

  “And Saint, too.”

  “Mmhmm,” is groaned in agreement. Saint’s not a morning person even when it comes to talks between us about feelings apparently.

  My smile dims even though I fight against it. I don’t want him to know our talk is going to upset me. It will though. Going home away from them will break my heart. I’ll put on a strong face for them though because I can’t let them see me crumble.

  “You love Saint?”

  “I do,” I admit and I’m proud that my voice doesn’t crack with the admission.

  “Good.” He takes a deep breath, his charcoal irises meeting mine, full of so much, but I don’t know what exactly. “You love me too?”

  My throat grows dry as my heart beats faster and faster, just from thinking of how much I love this man beside me. “Yes.”

  He nods, his gaze skirting over every inch of my face, eventually coming back to my anxious stare.

 
“I love you, too, Jude,” he confesses softly and leans in to kiss me tenderly.

  Tears crest and break free, emotions bubbling up even stronger than a moment ago. I could’ve handled them telling me to leave without wearing my heart on my sleeve, but to hear him acknowledge his feelings outright...I just can’t. They mean so much, fulfilling something I’ve so desperately craved to hear him say.

  Pulling free from the kiss, he says, “Saint?”

  A strong grip lands on my shoulder, pulling me to face the man behind me. Meeting his ashy gaze, he’s not as out of it as I’d believed as he peers down at me, clarity in his irises.

  The pad of his thumb trails gently over my bottom lip, his voice a bit gruff. “I love you, too, baby.”

  More tears...but they’re happy. My eyes shine with warmth as I look at him, and he pulls me in for a soft kiss as well. It’s perfect, the way they both break their feelings to me at once. It’s like having Boston Cream Pie Yogurt whenever I want it, only so much better.

  Eventually, he pulls away, and they both show me with their bodies just how much they really do love me.

  “So, this is your home now?” Princess asks and takes a sip from her margarita.

  “Yep, they admitted they don’t want me to go home—ever.”

  “Wow.” She giggles. “I know what happens next, but the question is when?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You have to be claimed by them. It happens to all the ol’ ladies around here when a brother gets serious about his woman. “

  “I remember Mercenary bringing this up.”

  She nods. “Yeah. Trust me; it’s a good thing. Something you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”

  A bright smile overtakes my face. “Oh, then I’m excited about it.”

  “Speaking of, here comes the grouchy man.”

  “Mercenary?”

  “Yep, coming up hot, behind you.”

  “Oh God,” I breathe and take a healthy gulp of my own margarita.

  “Club full of half-naked women and yet you two stick out like diamonds in the rough.”

  Princess shrugs. She’s model worthy, so she definitely stands out amongst any woman here.

  “It’s the boxer shorts and plain white T-shirts,” I comment and copy Princess with a shrug.

  “You may be on to something,” he agrees, setting his fresh beer on the table and takes a seat between us. He’s not invited, but apparently, he doesn’t require an invitation.

  My back grows stiff with his presence, but I keep quiet, sipping my drink, making it a bit awkward for him.

  A few beats of quiet passes before he tries again. “What’s up with that anyhow?”

  “With what?” Princess cocks her head, peering over him like he’s an annoying younger brother.

  His stormy irises find mine. “You dressing like that.”

  “Oh, when I came to the club with the guys I didn’t stop to grab any of my clothes. I haven’t been home since, so I’ve been borrowing what I can.”

  He nods, his gaze still full of curiosity and need as he eats me up with his stare. “You’re not married?”

  I shake my head and catch Princess rolling her eyes.

  “Look, it’s not my place to say anything since you’re a brother and I respect my ol’ man’s club a lot, but that won’t keep me muzzled about this. You have too much interest in someone’s woman. It won’t go over well with the other brothers.”

  He flicks a glare in her direction. “I don’t need your warnings. You’re the Prez’s ol’ lady, I get that, but who I fuck and decide to check out, isn’t any of your business.”

  Her hands shoot up, palms out as a smirk overcomes her. “Oh I know, I was only offering up a friendly warning. Heed it or not, it’s your funeral.” She ends with a wink, and a giggle bubbles up from me.

  At the sound, he shoots me an amused grin. “Why do I get the notion you two are trouble in the making?”

  “I’m not trouble!” I protest with a smile.

  P shrugs. “I’ve always walked to my own beat.”

  “You come off as bitchy, but I think I like you, Princess.”

  “Good,” she replies. “Make sure you don’t like me too much though, ‘cause my man really will scalp you.”

  He chuckles, tipping his beer to her and takes a gulp.

  I don’t know if the guys would actually do anything to him in my honor, but I sure don’t want to test the theory.

  Our conversation’s broken up with a shout from Viking. “Church! Get the fuck to the chapel!”

  At that, Mercenary leaves us without a word, and I’m finally able to relax with my friend.

  “Church, brother.”

  “Yeah, I heard.”

  “When do you want to make it official with Baby in front of the club?”

  He rakes his hand through his hair, wincing before glancing back at me. “She’s going to freak, having to claim her in front of the club. I was thinking maybe the barbeque this coming weekend, but there will be too many people.”

  He’s torn, no doubt. Even I’m not completely sure of how to do this, the right way anyhow if there is one. The other brothers were so unplanned, more of a spur-of-the-moment thing. Should we be arranging a specific time? It seems to be going against the dynamics of the moment; it’s more intense when it happens naturally.

  “What about later that night when it’s members only, along with the ol’ ladies and club sluts?”

  He sighs, his fingers scratching through the scruffy growth of his five o’clock shadow. “Think about her, Saint. She witnessed you kill a man in front of her, and she accepted you for your true self. She put up with me being moody to her for months...not to mention losing her mother. She can never know about that, either. I want the most important thing to be for her, not us or anyone else.”

  “I get it.”

  “I want to do this for her more than the club,” he repeats. “We don’t technically have to do it in front of that many people, only the members, right?”

  I nod. That’s the deal we all agreed on after Nightmare claimed Bethany in front of us in the bar. It only seemed fair after two brothers took their women in front of the members to make it official that the rest of us follow suit. It was voted on and made into club law.

  A smirk appears on his lips, his enrapturing eyes sparkling with an idea.

  “What?” I grunt as we head in the direction of the chapel.

  “What if we took her to church with us?”

  “Fuck. It’s a good idea, but bitches aren’t allowed.”

  “So, we ask for an exception. Give the brothers a heads-up on what we have planned and see if they agree. They’ve had a chance to witness her naiveté for themselves.”

  Shrugging, we both flash her a smile as we cross through the bar, and I reply quietly, “Then let’s make it happen.”

  “Bet.” He bumps my fist with his, and it’s on like Donkey Kong.

  We take our seats around the table in each of our respectful spots.

  “Oath Keepers, church is in session,” Viking declares with a slam of the gavel. “First bit of business is Mercenary.” His gaze hits the brother at the end of the table. “Welcome home.”

  “Appreciate it,” the new brother acknowledges, and the Prez continues.

  “We’ll be havin’ a barbecue this weekend to welcome you properly. Brothers, make sure you’re around to join us.”

  We all nod, agreeing to his unspoken order. We need to be here to show support and welcome him into our brotherhood.

  “Next, Ruger, will you share where you’ve been with the brothers?”

  “Of course.” He lights a smoke and passes his pack to Smokey. “Vike had me up checking out a possible spot for the Fists.”

  Half of the table either sighs or hisses in hearing the name of our rival club. I think every one of us wants to skin the fuckers live for how they’ve hit us in the past. We have too mu
ch unresolved business with them to move forward.

  He continues, his normal easy-going personality nonexistent on this subject. “Spider had a general idea of the area for me to keep an eye on and other than that, I had a whole lot of nothing to go off of. But, I was able to hook up with a stripper eventually.”

  Blaze snorts and Ruger shoots him a glare.

  “She ended up being more helpful then you’d expect,” he huffs. “I found them, at least some of them.”

  “What’d you do?” Nightmare interrupts, leaning forward, his stare a bit wild as his fists clench.

  “Nothing, Night. I watched, just like Viking asked me to. But by lying low, they have no idea that I know where they are, that we’ve found them.”

  “Vike?” Nightmare’s heavy gaze falls on him. “What’s the plan of action, brother?”

  The Prez releases a breath. “Nothing, Night. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but there’s a reason. Like Ruger pointed out, he didn’t find them all. I’m going to get with Ares about this, so he knows what we do as well. We’re going to keep searching. Rest assured brother, when we peg the lot of them down, they will burn.”

  Nightmare’s hands unclench and then retighten into fists, his glower toward the table so harsh you’d think it’d blow the damn thing up. “I understand, but I have a debt to settle still.” He growls.

  “We know brother,” Viking nods. “It will be collected; you have my word.”

  Ruger finishes. “I’ll go wherever you need me to.”

  “Appreciate it.” He drinks from his bourbon, “Does anyone have anything to add?”

  Saint’s finger shoots up. I’m a bit surprised; I figured he’d want me to ask about Jude.

  “Saint?”

  “As an officer of this club, I’d like to put in a nomination.”

  Wow, really not what I was expecting. Everyone’s brows furrow as well, clearly thinking the same thing as me.

  “A nomination? What do you have in mind, brother?”

  Saint gets to his feet, glancing around the table before finally landing on Odin. “I think it’s time we vote on our VP. Odin’s paid his dues. We know his loyalty lies with the club and having you so close, he’ll learn from the best.”