Gust: Lost Valkyries MC

by Esther E. Schmidt

  CHAPTER 03

  ***Gust***

  “Now wait just a goddamned minute,” I growl and manage to catch her upper arm before she slips through the door. I hold her in place and throw the words over my shoulder at my brothers, “I’m gonna take her to my room and talk shit through.”

  “It’s called fucking, Gust. Use your cock and don’t pussyfoot around it but shove it in there to claim your woman the right way.” Crane laughs as I shut the damn door. Asshole.

  Paisley glances over my shoulder with a disapproving look. With what she just threw out about her brother? It’s safe to say this woman’s holding a rightful grudge against MCs in general. And I’m not even mentioning the shit I dragged her away from today.

  Just fucking great. A blast from my past. Sinful body. Hate toward everything I stand for, and I’ve managed to tie this woman to me. Frustrating and a hell of a challenge, but it’s also everything this woman radiates. Good thing I’m up for a challenge and I’ve got the patience along with it.

  I’m an explosives expert. Have you ever disassembled a ticking bomb? I have. Steady as fuck hand, the longest last breath, and the will to live. There’s nothing I can’t do and I have to admit, with all my brothers claiming an Old Lady, I’ve been craving to claim one. Circumstances aside, I never in a million years thought it would be Paisley.

  Paisley, the scrawny fluff with the timid ‘thank you’ and the only one I even cared enough for to make sure she always got home safe all those years ago. Shit. I now realize she was a girl back then, nothing like the hot, lush, filled with sin and curves woman who’s standing in my room. Glaring right at me, I must add.

  Well, I guess it’s time she learned I’m no longer the ‘boy next door who’s gonna make sure she’s gets home safe’ type of guy I was back then. Fuck, no. I might have claimed her to make sure she got out of there alive and in one piece, but I fucking well claimed her for real. Meaning she’s my Old Lady. Mine. No chance in hell I’m ever gonna let her go.

  “You can put your bags over there. And you might want to tone down the glaring, Paisley. I don’t condone that shit if I didn’t deserve it,” I snap.

  Her shoulders sag slightly and she lets her bags drop to the floor. “Sorry. It’s been a hell of a day.”

  I release my breath and try to soften my voice. “Hell of a few weeks by the sound of it. Sorry to hear about your father.”

  She gives me a slight nod to acknowledge my words. I’d like nothing more than to ask what she meant with the retaliation of the MC trouble she mentioned in church, but that’s something I can get intel on through another way. It’s most definitely something I don’t want to get into right now with all the shit going on, lots of time in the future to get to know each other.

  Seeing she’s my Old Lady, nothing will…wait. “Paisley, I claimed you as my Old Lady, you do understand what this means, right?”

  Her eyes go wide. “You just said those words to save me. To get me out of there.”

  I slowly shake my head. “A spoken claim is a solid claim nonetheless, darlin’.”

  A sly smile spreads my face, satisfaction roaring through my body while my cock twitches in satisfaction.

  “You can’t…we can’t…I’m…I…” Panic fills her face and my heart stutters.

  What the fuck? “Don’t tell me you have a fucking boyfriend. Tell me right fucking now. Boyfriend? Married? En-fucking-gaged?”

  “What? No,” she says in utter repulsion.

  “Thank fuck. Well, it’s settled, you’re mine.” I smirk.

  She narrows her eyes and stalks right up to me, punching my shoulder as if we’re the kids we were way back when. “Cut it out, August. You got me back safe, like you always did. I’m thankful, but my ass is gonna walk out the door—get on a plane—to never return to this fucked-up town ever again.”

  If she thinks she can intimidate me or make a stand…all this little flare-up does is make my cock hard. “Nine fucking years, quite a leap to go from timid to feisty, huh, darlin’?”

  I reach out and curl my fingers around her neck. She gasps but not from fear. Fuck, no. Her pupils dilate and her heartbeat picks up underneath my touch. My cock was already hard for her, but I’m pretty sure her cunt is dripping for me.

  I drag her closer and lift her chin up with my thumb. Keeping our gaze locked I let my other hand cup her fine breast through the fabric. Her damn nipple is hard, acknowledging my suspicion of the effect we have on each other. I manage to pinch the tight peak through the fabric, making the sweetest of sounds flow over her pretty plump lips.

  “Paisley,” I growl, barely hanging on.

  ‘Hmmm?” she breathlessly questions as if she needs to drag her brain into our discussion.

  “You. Are. Mine,” I vow as I slam my mouth over hers.

  She melts against me and when her tongue slides over my damn lips in search of mine, it’s a done deal. I need to get my cock inside her. As Crane mentioned; I need to claim my woman the right way.

  Her hands leave my body and she starts to undress herself without disconnecting our mouths. Our kiss is pure lust and hunger. Her mind doesn’t seem to fully understand what’s happening. Though she’s fully invested to get hot and naked; raw fucking. It’s the underlying tone what makes my cock even harder. She’s going to feel what it’s like to be my Old Lady.

  I let my hands roam over her now naked body and it frustrates me I can’t see her. She’s too damn close. I swoop her off her feet easily and throw her on the bed, making her bounce in place. Stripping away the rest of my clothing and boots, I let my gaze slide all over her sweet curves.

  How fucking lucky am I? Fuck women who need to live by a model-like standard, this body right here; all curves and made for me, is what it’s all about. The kind of package designed to handle all of me. How the hell would it ever fit in a tiny package I would break for sure? I let my hand fist my cock and lazily stroke to relish in the way she makes me crazy with every lush inch of her body.

  “Condom or bare?” The raw need in my voice is undeniable.

  She should be glad I even give her a choice because my restraint is bound to shatter and my cock will find her cunt any way, any-fucking-how. The way she gives her head a little shake and rips her eyes away from my cock lets me know she’s fighting the cloud of lust to be sensible. Good. I need her fully invested in what’s about to come.

  “Condom?”

  “Don’t return a fucking question with a question. Be sure about something as crucial as this,” I growl. “It’s been a few months for me and I have a clean bill of health. Besides, before that, I’d only let my cock out to play when it was all suited up. You being my Old Lady gives you the privilege of jumping on bare.”

  She narrows her eyes, some of the lust clearing up when she snaps, “Same here, all clean, on the pill, and only let a dick inside me when it was covered by a condom.”

  Her reply makes me wince and with it understanding dawns. “This is the only fucking time we discuss others.”

  I step closer to the bed and place my knee on it while sliding her legs apart, giving me the perfect visual of her aroused cunt. Her eyes are locked on my bobbing cock. Reaching out, I tweak her nipple, making her hiss as goose bumps spread all over her skin.

  “Eyes on me, Paisley. There will be enough time later to eat up my cock—either with your gaze up close or with your tongue—I’ll make sure you get an eyeful. For now?” I let my fingers slide through her cunt. “You’re going to have my face branded on your soul while I fuck your cunt raw enough to know just who it belongs to.”

  Her breathing becomes shallow and my fingers are rewarded with a rush of wetness. All the damn proof I need to know how turned on she is with mere words.

  “Fucking tight,” I groan as I slide two fingers inside her. “How long has it been?”

  She clenches around me. “I thought we were done talking about others. Just get inside me already,” she hisses.

  I slide my fingers out and smack my open ha
nd against her pussy. Her gasp is becoming one of my favorite sounds and I start to wonder what she would sound like if I fucked her from behind while pumping her ass with a dildo. Fuck. Now I’m the one hissing to hold back the surge of lust coursing through my body. Dammit. What the hell is this woman doing to me?

  CHAPTER 04

  ***Paisley***

  Did he just smack my pussy? The sting turns to liquid heat, making my clit throb even more. Oh, shit. I’m in way over my freaking head. How could I ever think this guy was safe? A solid connection from my past who was always there for me.

  Now? Raw need radiates from his gaze, scorching me with the heat he’s about to unleash upon me. The words he just gave me? I’ve never had a guy talk to me like that or openly state his need to have me.

  With the turn of events these last few weeks I decide to let go. Once I stepped inside August’s room, I surrendered to what’s to come; the ride he would take me on. And he’s doing a damn fine job of making me forget anything besides our two bodies.

  I always had a secret crush on August but being young and invisible to boys, one can’t act on insecurities. Let alone confess to your brother’s friend you have the hots for him. Even more when I didn’t even know what those feeling entailed back then. Now I freaking know. And to be honest? It still scares the shit out of me but oh, do I long for it to happen; for us to happen.

  I’m done with talking, or thinking for that matter. The way he asked about how long it’s been since I’ve had sex? Years. I’m not about to admit to this man—who radiates sex—I’m practically inexperienced. I can count the few times I’ve had sex on one hand and it was with the same person. And I can honestly say the guy didn’t even arouse a fragment of what August has managed to flare up. Another reason I can’t wait to feel him inside me.

  I’ve never believed in love or lust at first sight but the feeling of righteousness I felt when August stepped back into my life—at a time when I needed him the most—can only be described as destined to be. So, now I’m destined to have some amazing sex.

  My gaze slides to his impressive length. The most enthralling and breathtaking sight. Maybe his question about how long it’s been since I’ve had sex wasn’t as weird as I thought…it’s going to take some effort to get something this huge to slide inside my pussy.

  “Eyes,” August rumbles.

  As if his voice, body, dick—all of him—isn’t intimidating enough, he needs to hold my gaze as if he’s claiming my very soul. Shit. How many hours since we met again? And we’re freaking naked and in bed together.

  “Stop,” August snaps and it’s as if my heart slows down with his harsh demand. “Why is there suddenly a hint of panic in your eyes, darlin’?”

  I try to keep my breathing under control and mutter, “Because maybe, just maybe, you’re a little intimidating and I feel overwhelmed by all of it.” I make sure to land my eyes on his dick when I emphasize it.

  Now the annoying man smirks but lets himself fall down next to me on the bed. He reaches out and drapes me over his body. His fingers go into my hair, holding my head against his muscled chest.

  “What the fuck are you doing to me,” August mutters, I’m guessing to himself, “making me all soft.”

  Soft? Is he serious? “You’re anything but soft,” I snicker and wiggle against him.

  His fingers tighten in my hair, making me gasp from the sting. How does this guy keep me at a constant balance of a flare of pain which evolves into desire?

  “I would have been fucking you by now instead of worrying about you or if we’re going too fast. Fucking hell, I sound like a damn chick. Don’t ever repeat that shit, it stays between us,” August groans and it makes me snicker.

  It stays between us. It’s something he used to say when he brought me home. August just made sure I got home safe, but it made me feel special nonetheless. It used to make my stomach flip when he said it, as it does now.

  “We were both moving too fast and enjoying every second, then it suddenly overwhelmed me…but now?” I let my tongue trail over my bottom lip.

  Slightly raising myself, I stare into his eyes and even if he’s got rough features with the buzz cut, strong jaw and those deep green eyes with a hint of gray…he makes me feel safe, desired…as if there’s nothing more important in this world except me.

  “I want to go full speed ahead,” I whisper and slowly inch down to lick his lips.

  He growls and guides my head to the side, taking control over our kiss while his other hand is gripping my ass. When this man puts his hands on me or so much as glances my way, I feel myself opening up even more to let him inside. Where I froze a moment ago—feeling overwhelmed—I’m completely driven by lust and longing now.

  My hips tilt and I can feel his dick nudge my entrance. A moan slips free, swallowed by August at the same time I let myself slide down, taking his dick one slow inch at a time.

  His mouth leaves mine to bury his face into my neck, hissing through his teeth, “Fuuuuuuuuck.”

  I hold my breath and fight the urge to scream. I’m not sure if it’s from the burn of stretching to accommodate his dick or from the intense passion singing through my body by being filled and intimately connected with my August.

  My August. The realization shocks me. After all these years, now is the time to voice a teenage dream becoming reality. I wrap my fingers around his head and pull him from my neck, connecting our gaze to voice the words he said earlier, I turn the tables on him.

  “You belong to me, I’m the only one you’re fucking.” I manage to get my words out in one fluent sentence.

  I would have said “the only one you make love to” but I’m not one to fool myself. The here and now is driven by lust. Even if I had a crush on him many years ago...hell, I still do. It doesn’t change the fact it’s instinct that takes over.

  “Mine,” August replies and spins us around hopping to his knees on the mattress as he grips my hips and starts to pounce. Oh. Gosh. The angle. The way he slides in and out with his thick girth, hitting a sweet spot inside me...

  “Auguuuuuust,” I release his name on a moan and surrender to him completely.

  He doesn’t let me come down from the rush of bliss I’m riding wave after wave, but instead he picks up speed until he buries himself deep one last time. My name spills from his lips, his eyes locked on mine freely showing so many emotions, it rips my breath away.

  His hips start to slowly rock at the same time he buries his head into the crook of my neck. He’s breathing me in while murmuring sweet words. Or I imagine so because I can’t understand a word he’s saying. They sound sweet though, as are the soft kisses and the delicious tremors rocking the lower half of my body. It’s as if he’s prolonging our pleasure to keep it on a slow burn. Not that I could go another round. I feel utterly spent.

  He shifts our bodies so we’re on our side, still connected and wrapped up in each other. With my arms around him I feel myself drift off to sleep, and still, I can’t let go of him. With the turn of events, I’m not sure I can ever let him go. And with it, fear hits me, because he might just have the power to break me.

  Knowing my brother is a biker and the hurt and loss he brought upon our family makes the threat real. And with what just happened? August dragging me away from one MC incident and into the so-called safety of another MC? I might eventually be the one who needs to walk away for my own benefit.

  I’m pretty sure I’m going to leave my heart with this man…the man who stole it the day I turned sixteen and he picked me up alongside of the road to bring me home safe.

  But for now, I need to let my body rest and soak this moment into my memories. Tomorrow I’ll open the app I always use to find a new job opportunity. There’s always a family looking for a nanny. This time I’ll accept an international job and be sure to fly far, far, away from my hometown.

  Besides the man I’m holding in my arms—the only man my heart has longed for—there’s nothing keeping me here. Not even my brother who scre
wed up all his life, got my mother killed, and almost had me raped by his biker buddies…or worse. No. Other than August, there’s nothing keeping me here.

  CHAPTER 05

  ***Gust***

  “Any news?” I grunt at Ronin who’s sitting at the bar next to Bark.

  Ronin turns to face me. “Ah, look who finally crawled out of bed to join us this morning.”

  “This morning?” I chuckle. “It’s noon, and yeah…so what if I just crawled out of bed. I’ve got an Old Lady wrapped up in my sheets. Be fucking glad I decided to leave her there to rest while I make sure she can stay safely in my damn bed.”

  “So, the two of you have a history, huh?” Bark questions as I take a seat next to him.

  A prospect places a steaming cup of coffee in front of me. I nod my thanks as I face Bark. “Yeah, the girl next door since we were teenagers, sister of my friend, all that cliché shit.”

  “Nice,” Bark chuckles, “gives you a foundation to build on instead of perfect strangers fucking like bunnies within hours of getting hooked.”

  Now it’s my turn to chuckle, and though he’s right…my gut also reminds me, “Even if we didn’t have a history…I still would have claimed and fucked her within hours of landing my eyes on her.”

  “Nice, Mister Romantic.” Ronin shakes his head. “But we still have to face the consequences of the mess she got us tangled in.”

  “I got us tangled in. Not her. It was my fucking decision to go to her,” I growl, somewhat pissed he puts the blame on her.

  “Meh, it was my decision to back you up.” Ronin shrugs. “And like I mentioned yesterday, the timing is acceptable since all our Old Ladies, and our kids, are out of town. We just need to clear it up before they get back and all will be fucking dandy again.”

  “You guys discuss a plan of action?” I question.

  “Yeah, brother, we did,” Crane grunts while he sits down next to Ronin. “Prospect, get me a bottle of water.”