by James, Marie
“Happy Birthday,” Mom says and kisses my forehead. “This is from Misty.”
It’s my birthday. Although twenty-one today, there is such a heaviness in the room and no one seems to want to address it. Jameson was with President Colchester when he took his last breath, yet he refuses to talk about it, citing it’s club business and shit about national security. I pull apart the wrapping paper and look down at the gift in my lap.
“What in the world?”
Mom chuckles and comes back to stand beside me. “It’s a breast pump.”
“Okay?”
Misty laughs along with Mom, and it seems out of place even though a week ago things would’ve been different.
“Sometimes when you’re new to nursing, you get sore. The pump will be a lifesaver.”
“Actually, I’m not going to have a problem with sore nipples. The fuck,” I hiss when Jameson pinches my thigh.
“You don’t plan to breastfeed?” Misty asks. “I mean it’s your choice, but your mom did, so I just figured you would.”
“We,” I turn my head to glare at Jameson as my thigh burns from his warning. “I haven’t decided yet.”
He kisses my cheek, not giving a shit that we’re in the middle of the clubhouse. The first ring of people around us are the women, and the outer ring is filled with irritated Cerberus men, new and old, who’ve been forced, by my mother no doubt, to help me celebrate my birthday.
The real reason I earned a pinch on my thigh was that he knows me well enough, even after just a couple of weeks spending time together that I was going to blurt something about my sex life. He knew there was the possibility of mentioning the nipple clamps, or how I come so hard when he’s fucking me as his teeth are nearly cutting into my puckered flesh.
I shift in my seat.
“She’s uncomfortable,” Dad advises the entire room. “Em, let her open those more private gifts while she’s alone.”
I’m not embarrassed but every one of his men are here and no doubt imagining my tits after the explanation of the pump. He’s the uncomfortable one.
“Last one,” Mom says and hands me a small box.
“That,” Jameson says snatching the box from my hand. “Is for later.”
Dad groans again, this time walking right out the front door. The other men follow as Mom, Misty, Khloe, and Aunt Mak start cleaning up.
“When are you going to let me have my gift?”
“Maybe never if you don’t get out of this birthday funk you’re in,” he warns.
“I miss my sister,” I confess. “This is our first birthday apart.”
He looks confused. “You were on the phone with her for two hours earlier.”
“I know.” Standing from the chair, I begin to gather the gifts. “She’s usually the sentimental one, yet I was the one crying about her not being here.”
“You’re hormonal,” Aunt Mak says with a soft pat on my back as she takes the gifts from my hands. “It’ll pass.”
“About two months after the baby is born,” Misty says.
“If she’s lucky,” Khloe mutters, and I know she’s remembering the post-partum depression she struggled with for a while.
“That’s not all that’s bothering you,” Jameson whispers in my ear as we make our way back to his room.
“I don’t have any right to bitch about petty shit,” I mumble and flop down on his soft bed.
“Never stopped you before,” he teases as he props my feet on his lap, drops my flip flops to the floor and begins rubbing the soles.
“Before, the country wasn’t in mourning. Before, I wasn’t pregnant. Before the things that seemed petty to others weren’t petty for me.”
“Still.” I moan when his thumb presses hard, working at the knot in my arch. “Tell me why you’re upset.”
“Every one of the gifts I got today was a baby gift.”
“Okay.” He keeps rubbing.
“It’s my birthday, Jameson. Yet, they turned it into a baby shower.”
“Ever think that the reason they got things for the baby now instead of later is because they’re worried that you’re going to take off again, and they want the baby to have the things it needs?”
“Well shit. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know that, but you’ve taken off too many times for them to believe that.” Releasing my foot, he leans in and presses his lips against mine. “My gift isn’t for the baby.”
When he pulls away, my tongue licks against the tingle his beard left behind.
“No?”
He shakes his head, the playful twitch at the corner of his mouth making me narrow my eyes, suspicion growing low in my gut. I shake the box, smiling when it gives off an interesting rattle.
“Car keys?” I beam up at him.
“Fat chance. Open it and see.”
I tug the ribbon and let it fall into my lap. I can’t help but laugh when I take the top off.
“My dad would’ve killed you if I opened that out in the living room,” I say with a chuckle.
“I have plans, devious plans for you tonight,” he warns.
“And they include this?”
I look down again at the gift. The shiny butt plug looks innocuous nestled in tissue paper, but I know it’s not. He’s threatened to take me there, vowed that it will happen sooner or later, but he’s not gone any further than the tip of one finger.
“I want you to wear it.” He gives me a heated stare, and who am I to object?
I nod, the corners of my mouth lifting into a smile to match his.
“We’re going to Denver. You’ll wear it on the drive.”
I shift my weight on the bed.
“Denver?” He nods. “That’s over seven hours away.”
Without a word, he takes the plug from the box and disappears into the bathroom. When he comes back out, he’s holding a small bottle of lube I’ve never seen before. It’s not something we’ve ever needed before. I’m always wet and ready for him. It doesn’t matter if we’re teasing each other for hours or he just gives me a certain look. I always slicken for him, my body ready for him all the time.
“Turn over and pull your dress up.”
I obey, gasping when he hitches my hips up forcing me to my knees. Wasting no time, he tugs my thong to the side. Fingers, already slick with the cold gel, sweep over my backside.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Seven hours is a long ass time.”
“Forever,” I agree and push back into the fingers he’s pressing into me.
“I don’t know that I can wait.”
I hiss and try to scoot away when the cool metal of my gift brushes my anus.
“Settle down.” His tone doesn’t leave room for objection. That husky growl is just like when I’m riding him, and he’s so close to coming but doesn’t want to give into the explosion of pleasure just yet.
I yelp when his heavy hand slaps the crease where my ass meets thigh.
“I didn’t move,” I complain.
He ignores me. “Push back into it. Ah fuck, yeah Gigi just like that.”
There’s a burn that somehow is also pleasurable. I feel the toy slip into place, and the fullness is only a tease. I wiggle, adjusting to the intrusion, and groan when he taps on it.
“How does it feel?”
I begin to answer him, but then his fingers are in my soaked pussy, and I’m left speechless.
“Dammit,” he grumbles. “There’s no way I can wait.”
I smile at the sound of his zipper.
“What about delayed gratification?” I tease.
“Never been good at it,” he confesses before slamming inside of me.
“Oh, God,” I cry.
I’m so full as the ring through his head taunts that spot deep inside, and the fullness of his cock presses against the thin layer of skin separating him from the plug.
I’m a writhing mess. He’s everywhere, inside of me, fingers bruising my hips in his grasp, mouth biting at the delicate skin of my shoulder
blades.
“You can come,” he offers.
And I chuckle at the absurdity of his permission. As if I could prevent the orgasm that rushes through my body and explodes in a blinding light behind my eyes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants before stiffening, buried to the base of his cock. I’m so full of him and the toy, I can easily feel each pulse of his dick during his release.
I whimper when he withdraws and purr like a happy little kitten when he cleans me with a warm washcloth.
“Not a chance,” he whispers against my lips.
My eyes flutter open to find him leaning in close. “Just for a minute.”
“You can sleep in the car,” he offers. “We have an appointment.”
Biting my lips when he helps me off of the bed, I can see both satisfaction and longing in his eyes.
“I think this is doing just as much for you as it is me.”
I rock from one foot to the other, not having a damn clue how I’m going to leave this room and out of the front of the clubhouse without everyone knowing exactly what’s going on.
“You have no idea.”
Walking to the door, I stop just before my hand grabs the knob.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as his hand sweeps down my back and over my ass coming dangerously close to my gift.
“I think I’ll come before I make it outside.”
“Your mom and dad are out there,” he reminds me. “You really want to explain that?”
I walk, slowly and deliberately, and much to my embarrassment the guys that left the party earlier for cleanup are back inside. The entire Cerberus MC is here to watch my plugged walk of shame.
“You guys heading out?” Dad asks as we enter the living area.
“Yeah,” Jameson answers, but I just ignore him, face scrunched in concentration as I walk to the door.
“She not feeling well?” Dad asks behind me.
“She’s tired,” Jameson says making my excuses. “I’ll make sure she gets plenty of rest.”
“Drive safe,” Dad says as Jameson joins me, hand at the small of my back.
“No,” I say as we come down the front steps and I see the Jeep waiting. “I’m not getting into that.”
“Your dad thinks we’re heading to Denver to have the seats reupholstered. We have to take it.”
He opens the passenger side door.
“Jameson, this thing bounces all over the road.”
He just stares into my eyes.
“I can hardly walk and keep it together.”
Mirth takes over his smile, and I realize this vehicle is as much a part of his game as the plug is.
“Imagine how many times you’ll come between now and Denver.” He nips at my bottom lip. “Play along, and I may even make a half-way pit stop to fuck you again.”
Chapter 33
Hound
“What is this place?” Gigi asks with her neck craned so she can see out of the side window.
I don’t answer, rather just watch her, loving the pink blush on her cheeks from the drive over. I promised we’d stop once so I could take care of her needy pussy. We ended up stopping twice. The plug in her ass, the tiny whimpering noises she made relentlessly as we drove was enough to drive me mad.
“The Hale-ish Retreat and Spa?” She turns her head, looking at me over her shoulder. “I could use a massage.”
“Maybe next time,” I offer. “Tonight is going to go a little differently than you’re thinking.”
I adjust my cock behind its denim confines and climb out of the crappy Jeep. She has the passenger-side door open by the time I walk around the front.
“It’s a spa,” she whines. “I’m sure they specialize in massages.”
“The spa is closed.”
Confusion draws in her brow as I help her jump down from the seat.
“You’ve never heard any of the guys talking about this place?”
She chuckles. “Cerberus men aren’t the type to get facials and hot stone rubdowns.”
I smile, loving the innocence I’m going to command tonight.
“They don’t go through the front door,” I say as I reach down for her hand and walk around the corner of the building.
She sighs, pulling another smile to my lips. “This night is weird. Why are you making this weird?”
“It’s only going to get weirder.” I turn to face her, arms on her shoulders, so she knows to pay attention. “If you want to leave at any time, all you have to do is say the word.”
“Yep, weirder.” She tries to look over my shoulder at the nondescript door at my back, but I shift her again so she can look into my eyes.
“I need you to wear this.” I pull a thin mask from my back pocket and begin to tie it around her head. It’s soft and looks like a gorgeous monarch butterfly. “If it got back to Garrett or Alexa that I brought you here, your dad would probably gut me.”
She gasps, eyes searching mine. “As in Garrett Hale?” I nod. “Oh, God.”
My cheeks hurt with the size of my grin. “You know where you’re at now.”
She nods quickly, her throat working on a rough swallow. “I’ve always been curious about this place.”
“So you have heard the guys talking about it?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I turn, grabbing her hand again and taking another step closer to the door.
She doesn’t budge.
“What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t…” Another thick swallow. “I can’t have sex in front of people. Stripping is one thing, but this—”
My lips are on hers before she can say another word. I lick into her mouth, bite at her lips, all the while my hands are tight on her ass and grinding her on my rock-hard cock.
“I’d never share the sight of your pussy with another person,” I pant against her mouth when I’m finally in control enough to pull away. “Trust me?”
She nods, and this time when I take her hand and pull her toward the door, she follows.
Having made an appointment last week, the sign in process is quick, and before long we’re led into a wide-open room. I hold her against my chest as we stand just inside letting our eyes adjust to the dimly lit room.
The soft thump of music surrounds us, as does the heat and humidity of more than a dozen people in all stages of sexual activity.
“Wow,” Gigi mutters.
“What do you think?” I ask with my head bent close to her ear. The shudder that runs down her spine is familiar. It’s the same way her body reacts to mine when I look at her with need and desperation. For good measure, I dip my legs and press my erection against her, knowing it’s rubbing against the plug in her ass. I started her out small but increased its size both times we stopped to quench my thirst for her pussy.
“I’m wet.”
Two words, with enough power to make me nearly come in my jeans.
“Happy birthday.” I kiss her temple and try to get my libido under control.
“No one’s ever given me an orgy for my birthday before.”
My grip on her middle tightens. “I sure as fuck hope not.”
“Let’s go to the room,” I offer.
“Room?” She tilts her head to the side to look at me. “I want to watch.”
“Believe me, gorgeous. You’ll get to watch.”
I direct her down a darkened hallway, thankful for the instructions I got in an email when I made the appointment. Nothing is less sexy than having to stop and ask directions when all you want to do is get naked.
I type in the passcode I was given, and the door opens with a soft beep.
“No,” she says and stops no less than two feet inside of the room.
“They can’t see us,” I promise as we both look across the room and see another couple on the other side of a large window. “They want to be watched, but they don’t want to see us. We want to watch but not be seen.”
“Th-they can’t see in here?” She hasn’t moved, le
gs locked and refusing to get any closer.
Stepping around her, I wave my hands near the glass and try to get their attention.
“Look,” I say motioning to a small TV in the corner. “All they can see is their reflection. They know there’s a chance someone will be in this room, but they can’t be one hundred percent sure.”
She closes the distance between us until her palms are flat against the glass. The swipe of her tongue on her perfectly pink lip makes my cock jump.
“She looks like she’s having a good time.” Her words are breathy, arousal clear in the tone.
I crowd her, leaning over her back, every inch of my body I can manage touching some part of hers.
“We can turn the sound on, listen to her as he tongues her to orgasm.”
She nods, almost erratically.
Leaning to the side, I grab the remote on the small table and hit the sound button. The woman’s gasps fill the room. The man devouring her releasing guttural grunts as he feasts on his woman.
Gigi is entranced, squirming and needful as she watches the illicit show. Unable to wait another second longer, I tug down the zipper of her dress and pull it over her head. I hate that her breasts have been too sore to wear a bra the last week, but fuck if I don’t love the sight of her gorgeous tits. The nipples, a shade or two darker than her stage days, are puckered and beading, reaching toward the glass and the other couple.
With a slight push of my hand against her back, I press until the tips of her breasts touch the cold glass. She hisses, but it turns into a moan matching that of the other woman as she orgasms.
“That’s so fucking hot,” she mutters.
I don’t respond, too busy working her thong down her thighs. Instinctually, she arches her back and angles her ass out, presenting herself to me, exactly the way I like, only this time is different. This time the bright red jewel on the plug in her ass reflects the soft light in the room. It’s my turn to swallow and breathe.
“Fuck,” I grumble when two fingers sweep at her seam, finding it soaked and swollen for me.
“She’s…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, but I look around her, and I know immediately what she’s seeing as the man pulls his mouth from the cunt he’s been eating and spreads her legs even further.
