Blaine: Christmas at The Skulls

by Blaine- Christmas at The Skulls [Evernight] (mobi)

  Blaine stayed silent. Christmas at the club meant he got his woman close without losing her.

  “Good. It’s what I like to hear.” Tiny looked down a list he had in front of him. He talked about the town hall and the fair he had planned. “I think if we organize the fair, we can really gather the citizens of Fort Wills to show we’re here to stay.”

  “It’ll show we’re ready to take responsibility for what happened,” Lash said.

  They all knew Lash had to have the majority of input as he was the next in line to take over from Tiny’s spot.

  “Baker can put his skills to good use,” Nash said. “Sophia said he made some kind of éclair or something. She wouldn’t stop talking about it. He can bake.”

  “I’ll talk to him,” Tiny said. “Now, you all know about Lash taking my place when I’m ready to step down. Do any of you have a reason to complain or want to put in their own vote?”

  Silence descended on the room.

  “Seriously? None of you want the job?” Lash asked.

  “You’re good, brother.” Nash slapped him on the back.

  The last thing Blaine wanted was to run the MC. He loved being a Skull, but the last few years had taught him he was better as muscle than as a leader.

  Murphy raised his hand. “I’m not asking for a shot. I want you to talk to Tate. She’s not said anything about what’s going on. I’ve not talked to her about it. She’ll take it better from you, Tiny.”

  “I’ll talk to her.”

  The subject of the gym came up. Blaine listened to them dispute the value of building it where they took out the Savage Brothers. Whizz asked for time.

  “Lacey’s not a Skull,” Nash said.

  “No, she’s my woman, and that makes her a Skull. I’m not saying we not do this. I’m asking for you to give me a couple of weeks. I’ll talk to her. We can still go ahead with this project. She won’t stop it. I promise.”

  “Give her time. Talk to her,” Tiny said, agreeing. “The next order of business is Butch.”

  Blaine didn’t have a problem with Butch.

  “I’ve got the house set up for the move to Vegas,” Alex said. “Cheryl’s happy with me spending time with Michael as well.”

  “Are you sure? We can have Butch stay here if you want?” Tiny asked, but didn’t look pleased by his offer. He was obviously only doing it because Alex was his friend.

  “I’ve heard them talking. They’re happy for the move to Vegas. Butch wants the chance to prove himself,” Whizz said, speaking up.

  “We could always beat him to a bloody pulp?” Lash said. “Kidding. Angel’s right. I spoke to her about this, and I’ve got to agree with her. Butch is better off going to Vegas. The only thing I’m interested in knowing is who was working for the Savage Brothers. Even Lacey said Butch tried to lure them away from the town hall.”

  “Whizz, we’re calling on you again.”

  “You want me to do some digging?”

  “You’ve got the cameras around the town hall and all the footage. Find out who was calling, or I don’t know, who had contact with the Savage Brothers prior to all the shit happening.”

  Whizz pulled out his cell phone. Seconds later he pocketed the device. “Will do.”

  “We’ll keep Butch here and see him off to Vegas with Ned when the season is over. He can be within the club, wear the cut, but he’s not sitting in meetings or having any deciding votes.”

  They all agreed. “Okay, this is our last meeting until after Christmas.” Tiny slammed his hand on the table.

  Everyone started to get up.

  “Oh, if any of you fucking ruin my wedding, I’ll hurt every one of you,” Whizz said.

  They all got up and slapped him on the back.

  “Blaine, can I see you?” Tiny asked.

  Staying behind, he stood watching the other men leave including Alex. When the door closed, Tiny got up.

  “Whizz let me know you’re going to marry Emily after he’s married Lacey.”

  “I’m going to try.” At the moment he really didn’t know if she’d agree or tell him to fuck off.

  “Emily’s your woman, but claiming her in front of the club is something new. She’s not been around the club much so I’ve never had to pull you aside. There are rules with each woman.”

  Blaine nodded.

  “The Skulls come first. She needs to know she’ll be protected, but that also means she keeps her mouth shut about everything. Emily will come under our protection. She’ll be provided with a prospect for protection if it’s necessary. The club will be open to her.”

  “It’s what I want.”

  “You need to make sure she knows the women also put the club first. What goes down here remains a secret. Now, you can either talk to her about it or I can ask Eva to talk to her about it.”

  Blaine held his hand out to Tiny. “I’ll sort it, or I’ll make sure someone else does.” He chuckled. “Cowardly, I know.”

  “I fucked up with my first wife. Patricia was a sweet woman, but I turned her sour because of this life. I always advise men that they make sure they know what they’re doing. This life is a good one. Some women, they don’t adapt to it well. To tell you the truth, Angel’s surprised me.”

  Blaine laughed. “Angel’s surprised everyone. She’s got fire inside her.”

  Tiny agreed. “I know life’s not been easy for you, Blaine. You’ve come a long way. I’m proud to have you on my team.”

  He shook Tiny’s hand. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”

  “Get out of here.”

  ****

  Tiny watched Blaine leave his office. Seconds later Eva walked in carrying a tray of sugar cookies.

  “Woman, you’re going to make me fat.”

  “No, I’m not. I’m going to have you working it off tonight.”

  “Why?” Tiny asked, staring at his woman with suspicion.

  “Baker’s taking me to see Lexie. We’re swapping gifts.”

  Tiny groaned.

  “I’m not staying over. We’re having dinner, and Simon and Tabitha are going to get to wish each other Merry Christmas. Trust me.”

  He took the tray from her hands, pulling her close to him. Eva’s soft body melted against him. Her full tits pressed against his chest. Tiny was an old man, and he couldn’t believe she was all his.

  “I trust you.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  The sound of screaming interrupted the moment. Eva groaned. “I better go and see what’s going on.”

  “Go.” He watched her ass as she made her way out of the room. Tiny glanced outside of his office window to see Tate dressed up in a hat, gloves, scarf, and a thick coat. She was pushing Simon on the swing.

  He loved his daughter. Tiny loved both of his girls. Tabitha was like Tate in a lot of ways.

  Grabbing his jacket he made his way out into the cold.

  “Higher, Mommy, higher.”

  She’d grown so much in the last few years. Murphy was a good man for her. No matter how much she’d grown, Tiny knew the club life wasn’t for her.

  “Look, there’s Grandpa,” Tate said, pointing toward him.

  Simon kept giggling.

  “Hey, Daddy.”

  He walked up beside her, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dropping a kiss to her temple.

  “How are you?”

  “I’m fine. I feel like an elephant, but Murphy promised me elephants are cute.”

  Tiny winced. “I’ll kick his ass.”

  “No need. I already did. He won’t be fathering any children soon.” Tate blushed, letting him know she’d probably slapped him silly.

  “That’s my girl.” He took over pushing Simon on the swing but kept a hold of his girl. “Tate, I want to talk to you about something.”

  She looked up at him. “Does this have to do with Lash taking over from you when you’re too old and senile?”

  He shook his head, laughing. “Yeah.” />
  “Don’t worry about it, Dad. I’m not upset by you picking him.”

  “Why not? The club should have been yours.”

  “No, it shouldn’t. You helped start the club and are its president, but you’re not the main owner. All of us have a little part of it. If Miles grows up to be like you or Lash, then yeah, he should get the club, but if Anthony’s the one or Simon who show the best leadership then they should get it. I don’t want the club, Dad. I only ever wanted Murphy and to be part of your world as well.” She pressed a gloved hand to her stomach. “I love being a mother more than anything.”

  Tears filled Tiny’s eyes. His daughter was all grown up. Tiny knew she could be a complete bitch and most of the club members had a love-hate relationship with her, but he adored her. Tate’s heart was in the right place.

  “Besides, Lash isn’t going to kick me out. Angel likes me too much.”

  She snuggled in close against him.

  “I love you, Tate.”

  “Mom would be proud of you, Dad. Eva’s a lucky woman.”

  He doubted Patricia would be happy, but he liked to think it was true. The club was a good safe haven for them all. He only hoped he could keep it all together and for Lash to handle all shit that came their way.

  ****

  Emily placed the large pot of boiled potatoes in the center of the table. Darcy was walking around the huge table putting knives and forks down for everyone.

  “I love it here, Mommy.”

  She looked over at her daughter and smiled. “I love it, too.”

  “Can we stay with Daddy all the time?”

  “Yes. I’m picking up the rest of our stuff from Grandma and Grandpa tomorrow before they head out on their cruise.”

  Anthony climbed up into his seat, watching them all work. Angel was cutting the large roast beef while Sophia was putting the roast potatoes onto a platter. Tabitha and Miles were fighting with their knives.

  Tate came in with Simon. Her cheeks were rosy as she took a seat at the table. “Dinner smells amazing.”

  “We all chipped in,” Angel said, putting the roast on the table. Vegetables, gravy, and all the other components came to the table.

  “Where’s Daisy?” Anthony asked as Lash walked into the room. The men started to file in. Blaine came to Emily’s side, dropping a kiss to her lips.

  “I missed you,” he said.

  He was melting her again with his words.

  “I missed you, too.” She stared up at him as heat flooded her pussy.

  “Emily, kids are present,” Tate said.

  “Stop being mean,” Murphy warned his wife, taking a seat. He winced as he sat down.

  Tate snorted. “That’ll teach you to call me an elephant.”

  “She’s got her own parents, Anthony.” Angel stroked her boy’s head before she began serving. When it looked like he was going to say something more, Lash put his hand on Anthony’s hand and shook his head.

  Anthony looked disappointed but didn’t say anything.

  The men walked into the room, and Emily was introduced to three new men. Adam, Twisted, and Happy all took a seat.

  “So, Angel, I hear you’re a true star in the club,” Adam said, his British accent thick as he spoke.

  Gash laughed. “Lash will kick your ass.”

  “Adam!” Tiny growled out a warning.

  A sound at the doorway had them all looking up. Rose stood in her coat with Baker behind her. “Eva invited us to dinner.”

  “Pizza wouldn’t deliver, and I was starved,” Baker said, taking one of the available seats at the table.

  “Baker, near Hardy.” Tiny’s voice let everyone know they couldn’t argue.

  Emily saw Hardy’s scowl, but he didn’t make any comment. She felt sorry for him, but she also liked Rose.

  The tension built around the table for several seconds until finally Adam farted, and everyone turned their anger toward him.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t hold it.”

  Rose was the first one to burst out laughing. Within seconds the table erupted into fits of laughter. The kids started blowing raspberries as the food was dished up. Once they started eating, silence fell on the group apart from moans of approval.

  When it was over the men stayed behind to do the dishes. Emily took Darcy to her room. They sat watching a movie on her bed. An hour later Blaine joined then, lying behind her. She loved the heat of him behind her. His cock pressed against her ass.

  Emily lost the flow of the story as Blaine stroked her hip.

  He’d awakened the need inside her that she’d shut down years ago.

  With the credits rolling, Emily let Darcy have a bath as she picked a book for Blaine to read.

  Darcy came out of the bathroom, dressed in her pajamas.

  Emily watched Blaine as he read the story, making the right noises, and she enjoyed it.

  Before he finished, Darcy fell asleep.

  Together they walked into their own room. Emily’s nipples were incredibly tight, and her pussy was soaking wet. When he closed the door, Blaine snagged her wrist and pressed her against the wall next to the door.

  He thrust his rock hard cock against her stomach. “Do you feel that, Emily?”

  She moaned as he held her hands above her head. He kept hold of both of her hands in one of his as his free hand began to explore her body. His touch left a trail of fire in his wake.

  “Are you wet for me, Em?”

  “Yes. I need you, Blaine.”

  “What do you need?”

  She whimpered, knowing he was waiting for her to say exactly what she needed.

  “Tell me, Emily. I’m not going to do anything until you tell me what you want.”

  “I want your cock.”

  “Where do you want it?”

  “Inside me.”

  “Where?”

  “Inside my pussy.”

  They both groaned. He slammed his lips down on hers, sliding his tongue inside. She wanted to hold onto him, but she couldn’t as he kept her trapped between the wall and his body.

  She was done hiding from what she wanted.

  “There hasn’t been any other man for me,” she said, breaking away from the kiss.

  “What?”

  “I’ve not been with anyone. You’re the only man I ever wanted.”

  “Fuck, Emily. I’m so sorry.”

  She shook her head. “No, it’s over, Blaine. I’m done hiding. The person you were is not the person you are now. I want you. I want this.”

  He released her hands, but he didn’t walk away. Blaine sank his fingers into her hair, gripping the length. “I’m sorry for the shit I put you through. I love you, Emily. Always have and always will.” He claimed her lips once again with an equal passion to her. She melted against him as his other hand slid across her hip, pulling her away from the wall.

  They didn’t break apart even as they moved toward the center of the room.

  Blaine pulled away first to remove his jacket. She tugged his shirt out of his jeans as he worked the buttons of hers. They fought each other to get them naked. When he went for her jeans, she pulled back to let him. Blaine didn’t give her a chance to reach for his jeans. He pushed her to the bed.

  She slid back to the center and watched as he removed his jeans. The length of his cock sprang free, and the sight made her mouth water.

  He crawled onto the bed. She expected him to settle between her thighs and fuck her. There was no rush to Blaine. He gripped her ankle and dragged her down the bed toward him. The intent in his eyes was clear to see.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this pussy for so damn long. I need to have a taste.” She watched him lick his lips before moving closer. He hovered over her mound, staring at her for the longest time.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “You’ve got a pretty pussy. I like looking at you.”

  She licked her suddenly dry lips as he simply looked at her without doing anything. There was no doubt about it in her m
ind. He was torturing her. It wasn’t fair.

  Emily screamed as he opened the lips of her pussy.

  “There she is. There’s my pretty little clit.”

  When they were younger he’d never been much of a talker. He was sure making up for it now. Blaine slid his tongue around the inner lips of her pussy to circle her clit. He didn’t touch her clit, taking his time to explore every part of her sex.

  “You taste so damn good, and what makes you taste this good is knowing I’m the only man who’s been inside you. The only cum you’ve let inside you is mine. You’re all mine, Em.”

  She screamed as he sucked her clit into his mouth. The pressure was hard and intense, giving no doubt to his intention.

  “Watch me,” he said.

  Emily went to her elbows to watch him sucking on her clit. She didn’t have the energy to be depressed by the sight of her stomach. It wasn’t smooth or hard. She had a couple of rolls and the visible sign of stretch marks. Blaine didn’t seem to mind. He kept licking and sucking at her pussy.

  She couldn’t look away as he flicked his tongue across her nub then slid down. Losing sight of his tongue, Emily collapsed to the bed as he fucked her with it. His strokes were solid and wet yet nothing like the feel of his cock inside her. She remembered what it was like to be completely taken over by his dick inside her.

  He moved back up to take her nub once again. Blaine was the one in control, and he wasn’t giving her a chance to deny him. Emily couldn’t turn him away even if she wanted to, which she didn’t. The pleasure he was creating was unlike anything she’d ever felt. She’d thought he was amazing when they were both younger. Nothing that he did then could even compare to the expert way he was touching her.

  “Please, Blaine,” she said, begging.

  “What?” he asked, leaving her pussy. “Do you need to come?”

  “Yes, please, I need to come.” She was desperate for the release that only he could give her with his expert tongue.

  “Ask me to make you come.”

  “Please, Blaine, make me come.” She fisted the blanket underneath her, trying to hold onto anything to keep her sanity. It wasn’t helping. Nothing was helping as he finger-fucked her pussy then slid the tip of his tongue repeatedly over her clit. The pleasure tore through her body. She reached for a pillow, placing it over her mouth to stop her screams from being heard.