“Fucking gorgeous, Mel. Want to see more darlin’.” At last I pull away, I get to my feet, my hands inviting her to stand with me, and then go to the button of the skirt. “You know I find your work clothes sexy, but I’d prefer to see what’s under it now.”
That little flicker of hesitation again, then she nudges me to give her some space and undoes the button that I hadn’t pushed through the hole properly, then slides the zip down. The skirt pools at her feet.
“Panties too.” The request comes out hoarsely.
Inelegantly she slips them off, then kicks them away. She tries to cover her tummy, but I take hold of her hands and pull them apart. It’s not flat, it’s curvy, and as for her thighs, I gently move her around so I can see the back as well as the front, then have to tell her, “Christ, Mel, did I tell you I was an ass and thighs man?”
She giggles. “I thought you liked tits best.”
“With you, seems I like everything.” And oh, the possibilities.
Unable to resist, I slide my finger down her neatly trimmed pubic hair and through her labia. “Hmm, must have been a good book, you’re soaking.” Licking her cream off my finger, I glance down to see her pupils are dilated.
I move her around, with my hand on her shoulder I encourage her to sit down.
“I want to see you.” Her face looks up at me expectantly.
“I’ve got a problem here. You’ve got me rock hard already, you touching me, even having your eyes on me, might finish this before we begin.”
“I forgot you were an old man.”
“Old?” I growl while thinking how happy I am that she feels confident enough to joke around. “Remember that when you can’t walk in the morning.”
“Promises… Oh.”
Instead of undressing I’ve sunk back down to my knees and in a fluid movement belying my years, my mouth zooms in on her sensitive part.
It takes me a moment to find the spots which set her alight but finding them I’m merciless while she thrashes and squirms, and yeah, I have her screaming and it’s pretty loud. Then I do it all over again. Me? I’m having the time of my life. Don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so sweet before.
“I want you!” she yells out after the third time. “I need you Pyro.”
I hate to disappoint anyone, and I’m not going to make her ask twice. Not this first time, anyway. In a flash I have my boots off and my jeans undone, and out of all my clothes in record time. Her eyes show she likes what I’m revealing, but there’s a slight flicker of concern when she sees I’m a big man.
“You’ll get used to me,” I tell her confidently, positioning her as I want her, one of her wonderful curvy thighs over mine leaving her wide open to me. A bit awkward making sure we don’t crash from the couch to the floor, but I can make it work.
She feels like heaven, I think as I push inside, taking my time so she’s able to adjust to my size. I feel like this is where I’m meant to be.
Then I freeze. “Darlin’, I’m bare.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Is that just arousal talking, or are you serious?” I haven’t moved since I remembered. “I’ve a condom in my wallet, just got carried away.”
“I’m okay with it if you are.”
My cock seems to get harder at the thought of coming inside her. “You sure it’s not too soon?”
“It isn’t. Medically there’s nothing to hold me back. If it happens, I’d like your baby Pyro. But if you’re…”
“There’s nothing I want more, sweetheart.”
If she wants a kid of mine, if she wants my sperm to bear fruit within her… to see her grow with my baby inside… I can’t think of anything better. I just need to slow myself down or I’ll be shooting my load well before time.
I push in deeper, then retreat, then do it again. A few more repeats and I’m fully in. I pause, breathing deeply.
“You can move.”
I huff a laugh. My pause isn’t for her, it’s for me. “Give me a moment, babe, or I’m not going to last.”
She’s so damn responsive as I suck on her nipples while thrusting inside her, encouraging noises leaving her mouth. When her muscles start to tighten, she moves her hand down. Lightly I brush it away and take over for her, stimulating her clit at the same time as I’m making sure the head of my cock hits her G-spot every damn time.
Her orgasmic cry takes me over, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. My spine tingles in anticipation as my balls draw up to my body, then I’m coming, bare, inside a woman for the very first time in my life.
When I regain my breath, I lean my forehead down to hers. “Jesus, Mel. Do you think we’ve made a baby?” My voice sounds like I feel, full of awe, hope and wonder.
“I don’t know,” she replies. “I think we might need more practice.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Melissa
I’d researched and asked the doctors. Despite rumours and myths to the contrary, there was no reason to wait. Once I’d stopped bleeding, it would be safe to try to fall pregnant again.
I wasn’t totally sure Pyro would feel the same way as me, but I’ve an empty space inside me that I’d like to have filled. This time with a man who wants a baby with me.
Pyro had been right, he had made me scream, and very loudly. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever been with, and the sex was amazing. It wasn’t just physical, we seemed to connect on every level, making it easy for us to throw in some teasing.
But Skull had taken me bare and had then regretted it.
I wake the next morning, as he’d promised I would, feeling stiff and sore but in the best of ways. I’ll just have to make an effort to move normally to throw Beth off the scent. Though I don’t know why I’m worried, she’d have probably assumed Pyro and I were having sex anyway, as he’s moved into my house.
The physical discomfort doesn’t worry me, but my mind flicks back to the arguments I’d had with Skull, those two times he’d forgotten a condom, but certainly hadn’t stopped to have a discussion about whether he should wear one or not.
“Mornin’, darlin’.” Pyro’s all-seeing eyes stare into mine, and he starts frowning. “What’s up?”
“We might be pregnant,” I tell him, my teeth worrying my lip.
His expression sharpens. “You got regrets?”
“No, but…”
“If you’re worried about me, I haven’t got buyer’s remorse. You should know me by now, I don’t go into anything without thinking about it. You’re mine, I’m yours, and if there’s a baby growing inside you, then it’s ours and I’ll be more than happy about it. Hey, what you shaking your head for?”
“I was just thinking you couldn’t get any more perfect. You always know just the right thing to say.”
“Only say it as I see it.” He throws off the covers and gets out of bed, reaching up over his head and stretching, his large cock bobs as though saying good morning. My tongue comes out to moisten my lips. He notices, then groans. “You and I have got to get to work.”
He’s right. We have, and I am a bit sore.
He turns and looks at me seriously. “Take your e-reader to work today. Read some more of that book during your lunch hour. Might get you in the mood for another round tonight.” He winks.
“We’re going to my parents later,” I remind him.
He rolls back his head. “Shit, well you’re going to need to be quiet then.”
I throw a pillow at him. “I am not having sex in my parents’ house.”
He comes back to the bed and starts crawling up it, stopping when his hands are either side of my head and he’s staring down into my eyes. “What about making love, then?”
I shake my head.
“Damn.”
He continues to stare for a moment, then lowers his hips, letting me feel his rock-hard erection. “You move the sheet and open your legs and I think you’ll find I’m just in the right position.”
“I’ve got to get to work,” I squeak.
“You’re insatiable,” I reply, giggling as I do exactly what he suggests.
In the end, I am late, but only by a couple of minutes. I caught up time by washing and drying my hair in the quickest time ever.
“You look better. You’ve got more colour in your face.”
I acknowledge Beth’s comment while she gets us both a coffee from the machine. Something I thought I’d have to wait another few months for. Beth continually does little things for me, blaming herself for me losing the baby. She thinks if she hadn’t told me about seeing Skull, I wouldn’t have miscarried.
I’ve tried to explain I assign no blame to her, but she’s convinced it was somehow her fault.
Perhaps it would help to let her in on my secret. I lean in and whisper so only she can hear, “Pyro and I are trying for a baby. No one else knows, so keep it to yourself.”
“You are?” Her delight is palpable. Then her face falls. “But isn’t it too soon?”
“Physically, no, emotionally it’s down to the couple. This is my chance to do it right.”
“With the right man.”
I nod. “Exactly.”
It won’t replace the baby I’ve lost and who I’ll always mourn, but hopefully my son will have a brother or sister even though they’ll never meet in this world.
“So,” Beth catches up with me during the lunch break, when I’m not reading the book Pyro suggested, “you going to Denver to get the ball rolling this weekend?”
I’d told her what I was going to be doing and working with my dad to bring Skull down.
I nod around a mouthful of sandwich. “Yes. I think I’m in a better place now. A couple of weeks back I wouldn’t have been able to stand up to being questioned.”
The normally gentle woman’s face hardens. “I hope you bring him down. He should go to prison for what he’s done to you.”
As the break time is over, we part and go back to our respective desks, me thinking on the way, a prison cell is just where I’d like Skull to be.
The day passes like any other, boring and uneventful. The hours ticking by slower than normal as I’m looking forward to seeing my parents again, and this time having Pyro beside me. They’d only seen him when I was at my lowest point, and while I know they admire how he’d supported me; it will be good for them to get to know him as he really is.
We take the car, I haven’t been on the back of Pyro’s bike for ages and would have enjoyed having my arms around him, but the weather’s not looking particularly good for riding this weekend. The two-hour journey passes fast as we fill the time with talk about our week at work. While neither of us feel we need to comment on how we’ve moved our relationship up a notch, there are touches, gestures, and heated looks which say more than a hundred words ever could.
Arriving we find Mom’s got a pot roast ready. I’d texted her to let her know what time we were getting there, and she’s timed it so we just have a moment to take our bags into our rooms. Mom and Dad live in a three-bedroom house, and they’ve given us separate sleeping arrangements.
I’ll miss sleeping without Pyro’s arms holding me and am a bit nervous about what he’s going to say.
“Their house, their rules, darlin’.” As usual, he takes it in his stride.
Back in the dining area, Mom’s got the table set and food is ready to be served. For a moment it’s all about getting the delicious smelling food plated up, then a few minutes to enjoy it.
When the worst of his appetite is assuaged, Dad pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth. “Checked you out, Pyro.”
“Yeah?” Pyro seems completely unconcerned. While he’d told Dad he could, I’m peeved on his behalf.
But Dad gets in before I can protest.
“You were a decorated soldier.” He sounds impressed.
As I turn to Pyro with a look of pride, he shakes his head. “Along with a lot of others.”
“Said you’d rescued members of your platoon putting yourself in danger.”
Pyro just shrugs. “This beef is excellent, Mrs Martins. Cooked just how I like it.”
Dad catches my eye and nods. He likes a man who doesn’t boast, and respects one who’s served his country.
“Going to go into a few things later.” Dad refers to our forthcoming discussion about Skull. “But there’s something both your mother and I want to know about.” He looks at me, then back to Pyro. “And that’s whether your club is into anything illegal. You know I talked about it with Red when I was in Vegas, but I need to know whether he was giving me bullshit. That will affect how I approach the case.”
“You asked Skull that,” I remind him.
“Skull would have said anything as we now know. I want to hear it from a man who I think will give me the truth.”
Pyro’s plate is now clean. He shakes his head when Mom offers him more, then turns and fixes his eyes on my dad. “Club used to run guns. Dealt in drugs. The strip club we own, well, it was a cover for prostitution.” He sees my expression and adds, hurriedly, “Long before I patched in, Mel. Club started way back in the eighties. Of course, we weren’t Satan’s Devils then.”
“Has all that stopped?” Dad sounds like he’s conducting an interrogation.
“As I said, before my time. When Hellfire, that’s our current president’s dad, took the top seat, he cleaned up the club and aligned us with the Devils. We had to obey their rules and regulations.”
“Why do you call yourself one-percenters?” Mom asks, her brow furrowed. “If you don’t do anything illegal?”
“We don’t deal in drugs or guns anymore and our strip club is clean. We run other businesses too and earn our money legit. But we steer clear of citizen laws as much as we can. At the end of the day we protect our club and way of life by whatever means.”
When he finishes speaking, Pyro’s lips press together, and his jaw is set. I hope Dad doesn’t press him, because from his expression he’s said about all he’s going to say.
“If you and my daughter get together—”
“We are together,” Pyro interrupts.
Dad continues as if he hadn’t spoken. “I want to know if you’ll protect Mel, keep her safe and keep her away from anything your club might get into while you’re protecting it, as you say. I want your assurance she won’t be involved with anything that’s against the law.”
“You have my word, sir,” Pyro replies respectfully. “I, and my brothers, will protect Mel with our lives.”
It must be the way Pyro’s said it, but all of a sudden my mom starts fanning herself, saying, “Oh my. Where can I get me one of these bikers?”
Dad frowns at her, then barks out a laugh. “I think you might be a tad past it, dear.”
The glare she gives him is so fierce it’s hard not to giggle.
As if realising he’s stepped onto shaky ground, Dad makes an abrupt change of subject. “If everyone’s finished eating, why don’t we go into my study, and start looking at this case.”
Mom waves off my offer of help and starts clearing up the plates. “Just remember, this isn’t a case, Rufus. This is our daughter’s life.”
As if knowing I need support, Pyro takes hold of my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it gently, before leading me in the direction my father has taken. Out of the corner of my eye I see my mother pretend to swoon.
I look around with interest when I reach Dad’s den. While they’ve always lived in Denver, they moved to this house a few years back, and I’ve never had cause to spend time in my father’s domain. While he has an office in the city, it’s clear he does a lot of work at home. The walls are lined with shelves holding serious looking tomes, and there’s a high-backed comfortable leather chair behind a desk.
A tower PC and monitor give it a twenty-first century vibe, while the rest of the room could be something out of a Dicken’s novel. It suits him, and I like it.
In preparation for tonight, he’s brought two spare dining room chairs in, and now
he waves Pyro and me toward them.
“Whisky?” he offers.
Pyro readily accepts. When a quick memory of last night resurfaces, I decline, requesting just water. Two shots are quickly poured and distributed, and a glass passed to me.
“Tonight,” Dad starts, his face growing serious as he slips into attorney mode, “I want to get some of the details so I know where to start and who I’m going to be taking on.”
“What do you mean, who?”
“Cops can place officers undercover, or it could be the feds. Do you know which it is?”
Pyro nods. “We touched on this in church.” As my father raises a disbelieving eyebrow, Pyro snorts. “Sorry, nothing religious. It’s the name for our meetings.”
Dad grins. “Yeah, my office has ‘morning prayers’.” It’s obviously another metaphor for briefings.
“Skull didn’t admit to who his employer was, but you’re right, it’s either cops or feds. The Colorado Chapter of the Satan’s Devils hasn’t been on anyone’s hit list, or not that we know. Our mother chapter in Tucson has even worked with the cops and helped them once or twice. We think whoever planted Skull might have been looking to our associations, rather than the club itself.”
“Associations with…?”
“There’s the local mafia, the Silvestri family. While we don’t work with them, we have to co-exist. Then there’s the dominant club, that’s the Wretched Soulz.”
“You have many dealings with them?”
“Only when we have to. But any club must keep on their right side.”
Dad drums his fingers on the table. “So, you think the feds are looking at a RICO indictment against an MC, either yours—which is unlikely—or the Wretched Soulz who they’ve been trying to take down for years?”
Pyro raises and dips his head. “They’ve had some successes in the past.”
“They have,” Dad agrees with Pyro. He types something on his screen. “Then if we think the feds are more likely, I’ll find out who’s the SAC, the Special Agent in Charge,” he qualifies at the bemused look in my eyes. “What I need from you and Pyro are all the details so I know what we’re putting forward. Pyro, let’s start with you at the very beginning. Knowing the background before Melissa came on the scene would help. When and how did Skull first approach the Satan’s Devils?”
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