by Ryan Michele
She spreads her legs apart, and my cock bottoms out inside of her as I hit her pelvic bone over and over. Her body trembles, and she’s right there, right on the brink. I slow, and her eyes flash up to me, anger lighting them.
“What are you doing? Move!”
I move my hands to each side of her face, making sure I have her full attention. All the while, my thrusts are leisurely.
“You my ol’ lady?” With the question, I push in hard and still.
“Cooper!” she cries, but it’s not good enough. Not loud enough.
I go slow again, building her up.
“Answer me.” I push in hard again and still. Her pussy clenches around me, and my balls draw up. Holding off the release is difficult, but manageable.
“Please?” Bristyl whimpers.
“Answer.” Another slam and still.
When her eyes come up to mine, there’s a shine in them that isn’t desire.
“I’m yours, Cooper. Ol’ lady—whatever. I’m yours.”
Music to my ears.
I lean down, kiss her, and then make sure she screams my fucking name loud enough that everyone knows she’s mine.
Chapter Twenty-One
The moment we pulled up to the home, we knew it was ours. Only taking about a day to get all the paperwork signed, Cooper bought—yes, bought—a ranch-style, three-bedroom, two-bath, with a full basement house about a mile from the clubhouse.
We argued a bit about not buying, but renting. Yet, he won.
Now that I stand in the living room, with a cream carpet and windows along one wall that go from floor to ceiling, I’m in love. The view is remarkable because it butts up to some woods, and there is an acre and a half around us. In my mind, I picture Cooper and me lying on a couch, just watching the woods. Calm. Peaceful. Happy.
I don’t know how he got the paperwork done so fast, but what does it matter at this point? The thing that sucks is furnishing this place. Leaving everything back home, I thought I’d get some thrift store finds, but this house is so beautiful, I don’t know if I can find the right pieces.
I already texted Leah, giving her pictures of each room. She started planning right away. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that there was no way we are designing our kitchen in a fifties diner theme. She can plan, though. It’ll keep her busy, then I’ll break it to her.
Cooper wraps his arms around my body, pulling me tightly to him. “Saw the way you looked at this place when we walked in. You loved it immediately, no hesitation at all. Now it’s yours.”
“Ours.” The one word holds so much meaning to me.
“Yeah, beautiful, ours. You plannin’ on paintin’ the walls pink?”
“And if I said yes?” I quirk my brow in question, curious as to how he’ll answer.
“I’ll go buy the paint.”
I slap his chest playfully, getting a sexy laugh from him. “No, I like the slate color on the walls. It brings out the rock in the fireplace. But I would like to put a fresh coat on the place, just to make it ours.”
“You got it, beautiful.”
“I love it when you call me that.”
His gorgeous smile appears. “I love calling you what you are.”
“You’re too much, Cooper Cruz.”
He shrugs. “Nah, I’m just right for you.”
He is. He’s the perfect combination of everything I could ever want in a man.
Damn. A chance meeting at a laundromat. Funny how something like that can change a person’s life. Mine is for the better.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“I got an idea.”
The table around me is quiet as all the eyes come my way.
Pops called church early in the day, saying he had some things we all needed to discuss. With everything going on, I haven’t had a chance to talk to my dad about my ideas. It sucks because I would’ve liked his thoughts on it first.
“Let’s hear it,” Pops orders.
“Business is good. Really fuckin’ good. But we need to get the money clean. X and Banner can only take so much, and we’re pushing it right now.”
“Becs and I were just talkin’ about this. Keep goin’,” Pops says, strumming his beard.
“I’ve been doin’ a shit-ton of research, but it was Bristyl who slapped me in the head.”
“In more ways than one!” Ryker calls out, and everyone chuckles.
“Damn right. Alright, she ran storage units for Sinister Sons. Not only would it be perfect if we should happen to need something like that, but it would be a great income. I’d prefer if we kept it cash only. That way, Uncle Sam keeps his nose out of it for the most part, and we can deposit what we need. But if we have to do credit cards, we could do a few, but leave open a row or so of the units, make up rental agreements, and funnel the money that way.”
“What’d we have to do?” Dagger asks.
“Find the land and have a company build the units. The people will come.”
“You make it sound easy.”
“For the most part, it is. If we vote on it today, I can start looking for places to build that are close to here, but not too close, and get estimates.”
“How much?” Becs asks.
“When it’s all said and done, no more than five hundred K, depending on the land costs.”
“What about security?” Buzz questions.
“That’d be your expertise. We’d need a surveillance system, of course, but we’d also need some kind of key card or code with a door that only opens to that code, which changes monthly. That way, we don’t have to babysit it all the time.”
“And what about rental agreements?” Tug throws in from across the room.
“Bristyl had a phone where people could call. She’d have them meet her at the office to sign the papers. If we let her set up shop in Banner, she can do that from there. That way, people stay out of our shit.”
Banner Automotive is on the property, but has a separate entrance that is highly monitored.
“You’ve got this all planned out, son?” Pops asks.
“Yes, sir.”
He nods in approval. “Let’s put it to vote. Yea or nay?”
When the resounding yea’s come through, I sit back, feeling damn accomplished. Now the real work begins.
“It passes. Coop, you’re in charge of this. Don’t let us down,” Pops announces.
Damn, that feels good.
“No, sir. Never.”
“Alright next order of business,” Pops says, garnering everyone’s attention. “Talked to Regg.”
The mention of his name doesn’t make me feel anything. He made shit decisions; that’s on him, not me. Even though he’s Bristyl’s dad, that means shit to me after he treated his daughter the way he did. I can only hope with Wolf out of the picture, that changes.
“Bristyl has no threats. It was all Wolf’s dumb ass. But he’s gone. They have some shit with the Red Devils, but he wouldn’t go into detail. Anyway, all is good, and he wants to meet with his kid.”
“That’s up to her,” I respond immediately.
“Understood.” Pops turns to GT and nods. “Your turn.”
“Had to put Deke in rehab.”
My fists clench and unclench at this sudden turn of events.
“He’s into heroin and needs to get clean. It’s a three-month program. I just wanted everyone to know.”
“Sorry, brother,” Dagger says, slapping GT on his shoulder. Then we all do the same.
I sure as shit hope Deke gets his act together.
“It is what it is. Now, we just gotta get him straight.”
“Tommy’s pushing again,” Pops interrupts, pulling the attention off GT, whose face shows how upset he is about his son. “I’m pushin’ back. No fuckin’ drugs run through Ravage. Weed isn’t a drug in our book. Anything heavier, we don’t touch. Understood?”
We all nod in agreement.
Drugs have never been my thing. Pussy and booze, fuck yeah. Drugs only reminds me of the incub
ator and how I felt as a kid, seeing her high and out of it. No thanks. Control is a must. You don’t have that when you’re hyped up on shit.
“That’s it. Adjourned.” Pops slams the gavel down, and I again hope like hell Deke can pull himself up.
“Beautiful, I’m home!” I call out through the empty space, my words echoing off the bare walls. The place is still pretty empty, but that’s changing later today. Bristyl picked out what she wanted, and I got a super-king bed. We both win.
“Hey, I’m just getting ready to make BLTs. You good with that?” she calls from the kitchen as I step around the corner and lean my shoulder against the wall.
Gorgeous. Beautiful. There are no other words to describe how she looks standing in the kitchen, her hair a tangled mess on top of her head.
She wipes her hands on a towel and tosses it over her shoulder. Her baby pink shirt stretches over her tits perfectly, and she’s wearing those damn boy shorts that hug her ass so tight that she might as well not put the fucking things on.
She looks up and gives me a soft smile. “Yes?”
Instead of answering, I cross the kitchen, wrap her in my arms, and lift her, giving her no other choice but to throw her hands around my neck and legs around my body. The contact of the kiss electrifies my cock. It pulses and jumps with each rub from Bristyl’s hot core. Her kisses are hot, wet, and ready for me. I love that she always is.
Placing her ass on the counter, we devour each other. She brings her hands to my face then threads her fingers through my hair, giving it that tug I love so damn much. Our tongues dance rhythmically in a passion and desire that I never knew existed until Bristyl. Now, I will never lose it. Never.
She throws her head back as my mouth glides down her neck, licking, nipping, sucking a trail to her collarbone. There, I nibble on the soft patch, gaining moans and whimpers from her, while her body is having a difficult time staying still on the countertop.
Reaching up, I grasp her tits, squeezing them hard through the fabric of her shirt— once, twice, three times. Her breathing picks up, and she begins to pant from arousal.
I whip her shirt over her head and unlatch her bra, tossing it behind us. Her hard-budded nipples call to me. Not wanting to disappoint, my mouth latches on one, sucking hard and deeply, while I fondle both of them. Her grip on my hair gets tighter and tighter, only spurring me on to fit as much of her inside my hot mouth.
“Oh, Cooper!” Her cries are music to my fucking ears.
I pull away, and she frowns, making a chuckle leave me.
“Lie back.”
When she complies, I pull those tight-ass, little shorts off her body, tossing the scrap of fabric. The lips of her pussy stare back at me, glistening and plump.
“Open wider,” I order, and she spreads her legs straight out then to the sides, making the sexiest looking V with her legs up that high.
Not needing an invitation, I dig in, attacking her pussy. The taste of her bursts inside me as I suck down every drop she gives. Her legs fall, leaving her feet to rest on the side of the counter.
“So much fuckin’ better than a BLT, beautiful.”
She shivers as I get back to work, wringing not one, not two, but three orgasms out of her just from my mouth. By the time I pull back and rise over her, she’s breathless, eyes closed, and utterly sated.
I unbuckle my pants, drop them, and sheathe my cock. Pressing inside of her, the warmth of her pussy surrounds my aching flesh.
“Cooper!” she cries out as my hips set a pace that makes us both start to sweat.
I have to grip her hips to keep her in place from the punishing thrusts. Over and over, my cock twitches and strains. My balls pull up tight as a tingle forms from my spine.
As Bristyl tightens even more around me, I burst inside of her just as she screams out her release. The air around us is hot, and I have to brace myself against the counter for a moment to get my bearings.
Fuck, she’s the best lay I’ve ever had, and the only one I’ll have from now on. Damn, I love this woman.
Pulling out of her, she instantly closes her legs and jumps down from the counter. She wobbles a bit, but regains herself quickly.
“Wow, that was a welcome home.”
Reaching down, I pull my pants up over my hips, my covered dick hanging out. “Beautiful, it’s just the beginning.” I lean over and kiss her hard.
Damn. Now this is the way my life is supposed to be.
“I’ve got an interview at the grocery store and that little hardware store tomorrow,” Bristyl tells me as we lie in bed, waiting for sleep to consume us.
“Got somethin’ for ya.”
She lifts her head and rests her chin on my chest as I look down at her.
“What’s that?”
“Ravage is going into the mini-storage business, and I need you to help me with it.”
“You want to give me a job?”
“The club will.”
“This feels a bit like déjà vu.”
I have no doubt that it does, but there is one big difference.
“The difference is, you’re my ol’ lady. Mine. Good or bad, up or down, we deal with it together. You know your shit when it comes to this, and we need your knowledge. Yes, Ravage will pay you, and pay you well. We’re working out all the details now.”
“Aren’t you afraid this will end—you and me? That we’ll get sick of each other or something?”
“Nope,” I answer straight. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to sleep next to. You’re the only woman I’ve went out of my way to see. You’re the only woman who makes me laugh in a way I didn’t know possible. You’re it. I’m it. We make this work no matter what.”
“I’m falling in love with you,” she whispers.
I smile. “Damn good thing, beautiful, because I’m already there, and that’s where this is going. The forever.”
Her eyes widen at my words, and a small gasp leaves her lips. “You do?”
“Yeah, beautiful.”
She climbs up my body, plants her lips on mine, and shows me exactly how much she loves me, too.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“I miss you,” Leah says through the phone.
It’s been a little more than three weeks since I left Florida.
“Miss you, too.”
“Sure, you’ve got McHottie up there. I bet he’s keeping you nice and busy.” She laughs, a sound that I miss. Like having someone to talk to, do my nails with who’s not a testosterone-filled male.
“Yeah, he does. You should come visit.”
“I’d love to. My parents will throw a hissy fit, but whatever.”
“So, what’s new?”
The conversation with Leah is nice, familiar, and enjoyable. Her stories about second chance romances and a new phone call prank that their friends set them up on are entertaining. She can always make me laugh.
After getting off the phone, I look around our new home. It’s beautiful. The dark slate walls on some of the accents, the beige on the others, and the rock fireplace give this room such a warm, happy feeling. Add in the brown sectional couch and two recliners with end tables, and it’s perfect.
Cooper and I fought over them. Well, not really fought. I wanted to find used; he refused. I wanted to buy them; he refused. It led to another one of our discussions that ended up with him fucking me senseless and me giving in. It’s our way though, and I love it.
I love him. So lucky how that all works. I wish my mom were here, though. If she could see the way Cooper and I are together, she would be happy for us. Happy for me. For us. I can feel her deep inside me like a warm hug.
Letting those thoughts out of my head, I sit at the computer and get to work. In the last week, Cooper and I have found two different potential spots for the mini-storage. It’s my job now to figure out which is going to give us more bang for our buck.
This whole job is fun. Not only do I get to work with Cooper, it’s exciting seeing something come from nothing
and being in on the planning. We have a meeting with Pops and the club in a few days to go over all the plans. My ducks will all be in rows before that.
The knock on the door has me pulling away from the kitchen table where my laptop sets. Going to the door and looking out the peephole, my breath catches.
Princess. Holy shit. What’s his mother doing here?
Cooper and I have spent most of our time together here at the house, giving us some time to get in our groove. We haven’t been at the clubhouse much; therefore, I haven’t seen any of the Ravage MC.
I suck in a calming breath, put my shoulders back, and open the door, my heart beating so fast it’s ready to jump out at any moment.
“Hi,” I greet on a smile.
“Hey, we’re gonna talk,” she demands.
While that doesn’t sit right with me, she is Cooper’s mother, so I give her that respect.
“Sure, come on in.” I back away from the door, and Princess glides in, taking off her sunglasses and looking around the place.
“It’s nice. Can tell you did it, though. Coop can’t coordinate anything.”
I chuckle. “Thanks. That’s why the shirts with jeans. Can’t go wrong with that.”
We move to the living room, and an awkwardness settles around us. We ended on good terms. Well hell, maybe not.
She takes a seat on the couch, and I opt for the chair.
“So, what’s going on?” I ask.
She smirks. “Direct. I like that.” She shakes her head. “You need to come around the clubhouse with Cooper. You’re his, and you need to make that statement to the club. Everyone at the club.”
“Oooookay,” I say, not really knowing what else to say.
“Coop told me about your momma. I’m sorry about that, hon. It sucks, but you seem to have a good head on your shoulders. After all, Coop’s damn picky, and he wouldn’t make that mistake.” I sit, listening and taking it in. “In Ravage, you need to make your presence known as being Cooper’s. There are a lot of greedy bitches out there who will do anything they can to get their hooks in him.” She laughs. “I heard what you did to Tina. That shit’s priceless.”
