North: Broken Deeds MC
Page 12
A loud giggle erupts from the room right next to ours; Kray and Vienna’s room. I filter it all out because the way Reva slowly turns and throws a heated glance over her shoulder is shooting pure lust through my veins.
Slowly I stroll completely naked toward my wife and let my fingers slide over the fabric of her dress before I clasp the zipper and slowly let it drag down. Reva’s eyes stay connected with mine as she lets the dress fall to the floor.
She deliberately bends over and shows me the shiny plug twinkling right at me, taunting me in many ways and it’s the best damn sight my wife can give me besides the rock in her damn wedding ring. My hands slide over her ass cheeks softly massaging them as she groans under my touch.
“Hands on the mattress,” I tell her in a rough voice.
She obliges and I kick her legs further apart to give me enough room to work with. I sink down to the floor and when I tip my head up I’m staring at the perfect pussy. Pink, glistening, and craving my attention.
“Clive,” Reva whimpers, and I relish in the fact of hearing my name falling from her lips.
No one calls me that anymore. Ever since I met Kray in that bar we both stuck with the nicknames from that day forward. It’s now reserved for my Old Lady, my wife, the mother of my children. Only she has the ability to undo me by calling me by my given name.
For me it shows the value of something is what you attach to it yourself. The weight of the world or not worth a second glance. There’s no judgement or opinion from others to change your mind about the things that are worth everything to you and only you.
My tongue slides through her folds. Her desire hits my taste buds and I can barely hold back to prevent coming right here and now. Fuck. My hand smacks her ass hard. Payback for the way she squirms against my face in an effort to get herself off.
A rush of arousal slips out as a loud moan fills the room. I let one finger slide deep inside her hot, tight pussy and she clamps down as if her life depends on it. Sliding in and out I can feel the plug from the inside filling up her ass.
I’m done. If I don’t get inside her soon my cum will hit the soft white carpet I’m sitting on. I move my hand to the plug and tap it a few times to send vibrations through it. The sexy gasps coming from her mouth makes satisfaction pulse through me. She’s just as on edge as I am. I guide the plug in and out before removing it completely.
I grab her hips and tell her, “Get on your knees to sit on my lap while my cock slides inside your ass.”
“If you keep talking like that I’m going to come,” Reva groans. “And I need to come so bad it hurts.”
A dark chuckle leaves my lips as I harden my tone to match my cock, “You’re not allowed to come, Reva. Not until my cock is sated from fucking your ass. Then I will throw you on the bed and as I watch my cum slide out of your ass I will grant you your orgasm by fucking your pussy with my fingers. Understood?”
A string of curses leaves her sweet mouth as she sinks down on top of me. Her legs next to mine as I’m kneeling on the floor. Her back against my chest as I palm myself so she can slowly wrap her tight ass around my awaiting cock.
I’m fully in when I wrap my arm around her waist while my other hand slides between her legs to find her soaking pussy. There’s no way to describe the sweet possession of sliding my fingers inside her to feel myself pumping in and out of her tight ass.
Heat. Fucking heat we’re surrounded with. Sweat pouring off our bodies from the intensity of our connection as she bounces above me. I start to feel her grip my fingers with her pussy. She’s so damn close and so wet the sounds are adding to the lust that’s about to explode.
“I’m coming,” I growl in her ear. “Don’t you fucking follow me, you need your own special moment.”
She fucking whimpers and it’s my undoing. Hot jets burst out and fill my woman up. Pulse after endless pulse as I keep finger-fucking her. My cock softens and that’s the moment I jump into action, taking her with me as I throw her on the bed.
I lift one leg and bury my fingers inside her cunt as my mouth covers her clit. I tease her with my teeth while sucking hard. Quickly lifting my head I tell her, “Now, Reva, come for me.” She clenches on and off around my fingers, giving me the orgasm I demanded.
Screams of pleasure rip from her and I watch with hooded eyes to see her fall apart in the most special of ways. Her pussy ripples as my cum spills from her ass. This sight. The way I claimed her body and own every damn piece of it makes me roar with satisfaction.
My life is more than complete with her in it and every day she grants me to live along side of her. Who fucking knew I’d reached a moment in life to feel this content with the restless urge to make our lives more complete by demanding more pleasure for the both of us?
With the sight before me I know I will never settle for less than the ten-fucking-plus life I’m leading and it’s all because of her; Reva. When you’re one person you embrace solitary and grow accustomed to it. One will only truly believe in the undeniable truth that finding the right person will make even the darkest of times shine bright as fuck with the love you have for one another.
The completion of life and love, the unity within. A solid promise where things will always get better because you’re facing them together instead of alone. I’ve been graced with having friendships with the kind of loyalty Broken Deeds MC stands for. Even before with Kray but with my wife, my Old Lady…I wasn’t truly alive until she completed me.
***Twenty-two years later***
The flames swing left and right inside the fire pit, making our faces flicker with orange light. The wind is cold as fuck and not in the least bit good for my old damn bones. The backdoor of the clubhouse swings open and one of the youngster’s late-night entertainment strolls out.
Dyed hair with extensions down to her ass crack along with a red miniskirt barely covering her ass. None of us give her the time of day except for Deeds. His voice bellows through the night as he says, “Get the fuck inside, none of us old fucks are interested in stray pussy.”
“Aw, don’t be like that,” the chick purrs. “There’s still enough fire in you guys, besides...those youngsters are babies who are just playing with their dicks, I want myself a real man.”
I don’t have it in me to waste my damn breath at this deaf airhead. Lucky Broke elbows his brother and mutters, “Either the Prez handles this or I’m calling my son to deal with this shit.”
Deeds curses and grabs his phone out of his pocket with his good hand. Ever since his hand was stabbed with a knife and then shot straight through again months later, he never regained full ability.
“Archer, there’s a cunt here trying to beg a cock to fill her hole, deal with it or Broke will dig a hole, I’ll kill her, Depay will throw her in while Lochlan lights a match as Kray and North will sing a tune to the flames that dance the night away,” Deeds chuckles and tucks his phone away. “He didn’t even listen to half of my shit, he’s comin’ through the door in three, two...”
The door bursts open and smacks against the wall and speeds back to hit Archer but his arm stretches out to hold the door in place with a quick reflex.
“You,” he growls at the cunt. “That’s the second time you disrespected the rules. Seems to me like you had one second chance too many. Get the fuck out and never show your ass here again or I’ll let these old guys bury you alive in a place where you’ll never be found.”
The chick swallows hard and rushes inside.
“That was a good threat,” Broke states, his voice filled with pride.
Deeds shrugs. “Mine was better.”
“Yours was too fucking long,” Archer mutters.
Deeds grins. “He’s talking about my cock.”
“Fuck no, Old Man, I was referring to your balls. Those fuckers are dragging behind you making track marks instead of you leaving behind footprints.”
Lochlan snickers, “No need to remind you he gets his quick mouth from his mother, huh?”
Deeds only
grumbles in reply before he connects his gaze with Archer. “Your Ma ready yet?”
My ears perk up at his question.
Archer turns my way, a grin tugging his lips. “Your boys both fainted before the needle even touched their skin.”
I slowly take a sip from the bottle of water and put the cap back on. “Bullshit,” I tell him.
His grin turns into a full blown, all white teeth smile. “Yeah. Those fuckers are tough. Looks awesome, though. Ma’s still got it even though she doesn’t want to ink, she’s damn good at it.”
“And sexy.” Deeds grins. “She’s damn sexy when she’s tattooing. But she won’t let me watch.”
“’Cause you’re a fuckin’ perv,” Kray chimes in as everyone else snickers and agrees.
Both my sons were patched in today. A great fucking day if you ask me and with the both of them getting inked it’s come full circle where every single one of us has our own blood running through Broken Deeds MC. The second generation is in full force leaving us old dudes to sit back and relax.
For damn sure all of us are holding our hearts, knowing the load of trouble and risk will be thrown in their laps. But there’s also a settling serenity and pride washing over me. We raised them well and they will continue in our footsteps.
The Old Ladies stroll out of the clubhouse one by one. Lips leading the way and heading straight for Deeds. She slumps down in his lap and cuddles close. Reva does the same to me as the other women follow their lead.
“All right, old folks, I’m out of here. I have a clubhouse to run and a woman to entertain,” Archer says and stalks back into the clubhouse.
All of us ignore him completely until he’s gone. Lips’ worried voice slices through the air when she says, “You know he’s risking a war if this comes out, right?”
“Dams and Zack will be fine with it,” Deeds murmurs in an effort to soothe his Old Lady’s worries.
Lips snorts. “So, you’d be okay if someone from, let’s say Neon Marksman MC, deflowers Esmee?”
“One of them touch her, they all fucking die,” Deeds growls in full fury.
“Point made,” Lips groans. “Can you take me home? I’m tired after all these hours of inking skin.”
Deeds stands and takes his wife with him in his arms but has to let her slide to her feet due to the loss of strength in his hand. Lips lovingly laces their fingers together and drags him along with her. Murmurs of goodnight following behind them.
“You guys crashing here tonight? Or are we going home?” Kray asks beside me while the others slowly rise and take their woman home.
My eyes meet Reva’s and we both state, “Home.”
The one night a week we spend here to meet up with all the others is time enough to talk over the glory days but taking a step back and enjoying life is as good as it gets knowing our children hold the future. The future we also spend our lives building for us and for them. The time has come to retire and relish in the sweet peace of moments treasured.
The good old days rehash in our brain while our old bodies enjoy the day as one after another is a gift I can spend in the presence of my woman, our children, and true friends. A rich life has nothing to do with money and everything to do with the loyalty, trust, and friendship you can build walls of foundation with to make something strong enough to last a lifetime.
The door of the clubhouse opens and two people stroll out to slide into the darkness the shadows gives them. A smile tugs my lips as I hear Lips’ words repeat in my head; he’s risking a war if this comes out.
Ah, to be young and reckless again. I press Reva’s body tighter against mine as we both watch Archer pressing the girl against the wall of the clubhouse as they become wrapped in passion.
“They don’t need a fucking fire pit, those two flame up all by themselves,” Vienna sighs dreamily.
“The sneaking around will be a high price he’ll have to pay for soon enough,” Broke mutters as he and Roan leave to head home.
Lochlan punches Depay. “We don’t mind dragging our old bones into a fight, right?”
“Don’t you dare answer him,” Diamond scolds as she glares at her Old Man before dragging him away.
Lochlan chuckles, bends down and throws his Old Lady over his shoulder. Zena’s giggles flow through the air as the rest of us get up to head home. We decide to stroll around the clubhouse instead of going through because the music blaring is the indication of a party in full swing.
And yeah, we really are too old for this shit but those youngsters inside haven’t found all the great treasures in life yet. How could they? When I was their age, I thought I knew everything there was to know and fuck, now? Now I knew shit back then and even at this age I learn something new every other week.
But I do know that the greatest treasure in life is falling for the right woman and earning her love in return. I glance down in the green eyes of the most gorgeous woman walking this Earth; My Old Lady.
Scars be damned, traces of years gone by on her skin be damned. She’s still as beautiful and filled with all the love she has to give solely for me. It’s the kind of heat that never dies, the source of life that will pull you through all the dark days.
I glance one final time in Archer and Bee’s direction. Bee, well, her name is Beatrice, but seeing her parents are Nerd and Dams from Areion Fury MC, and with Dams calling his Old Lady Bug…they call their kid Bee. And with her being Areion Fury MC…needless to say why Lips mentioned the threat of war, right?
Though their concerns are to be held in the balance of life. Because isn’t that what living is all about? Well, I like to think so because I damn well understand their risk. Because true love is something you risk anything for, even your last damn breath.
Thank you for reading North’s story. Gaining exposure as an independent author relies mostly on word-of-mouth, so if you have the time and inclination, please consider leaving a short review wherever you can. Even a short message on social media would be greatly appreciated.
Each book in the Broken Deeds MC series is a complete standalone story featuring a new couple. The Broken Deeds MC series can be read together or separately.
Books in this series:
“Deeds” Broken Deeds MC book one
“Broke” Broken Deeds MC book two
“Depay” Broken Deeds MC book three
“Unforgiving” Broken Deeds MC book four
“Chopper” Broken Deeds MC book 4.5
“Lochlan” Broken Deeds MC book five
Leaving The Past Behind Broken Deeds MC #5.5
Kray Broken Deeds MC #6
North Broken Deeds MC #7
Click here to check out all my other MC, Mafia, Paranormal MC,
and Contemporary Romance series!
Signup for Esther’s newsletter:
esthereschmidt.nl/newsletter
Special Thanks:
My beta team; Neringa, Tracy, Judy, Tammi,
my pimp team, and to you, as my reader…
Thanks so much! You guys rock!
Visit Esther E. Schmidt online:
www.esthereschmidt.nl
facebook.com/AuthorEstherESchmidt
twitter.com/esthereschmidt
instagram.com/esthereschmidt
pinterest.com/esthereschmidt
Signup for Esther’s newsletter:
esthereschmidt.nl/newsletter
Join Esther’s fan group on Facebook:
facebook.com/groups/estherselite