Stepping back into the restroom, Annie popped the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper. By the time he stepped into the room, slamming and locking the door behind himself, she had her jeans and panties pushed down to just above her knees.
“Damn,” Max muttered. She watched as he pulled his belt free from his jeans. “Turn and put your hands behind your back, ladybug.”
A shiver running through her, Annie turned around and placed her hands as he demanded. He shifted them so her palms faced the opposite forearms then looped his belt around her forearms several times. Never having been tied up before, Annie jerked her arms, but found herself unable to move them.
Instead of sending her into a panic, the knowledge gave her a strange sense of relief. Max was in charge and she trusted Max. He would take care of her, would give her what they both needed. Taking a breath, she released it slowly and relaxed as Max helped her shuffle over to the cabinet in the corner with the sink in the middle of it. He helped her bend forward, until her upper body rested on it.
Turning her head as far as she could, she tried to watch him. But he was standing directly behind her and out of sight, but she heard a zipper open and the rustle of cloth.
“Spread your legs as far as you can.”
Annie spread her legs as wide as her jeans would allow. Then, she arched her back, hoping that would entice Max to take her immediately if not sooner.
When Max did not immediately move in and take her, she shifted on the counter and twisted even further to look over her shoulder. He stood two feet away, staring at her ass with what could only be described as an expression of awe.
“Damn, every part of you is beautiful, ladybug,” he said. He looked frozen in place, which did nothing for her problem.
“I’m horny, Daddy,” she pleaded softly. “Please, fuck me. Fuck me now.”
She watched as he pulled a condom from his pocket, quickly opened the package, and gloved up faster than she thought possible. Her pussy clenched in anticipation as he stepped up behind her. She sucked in a breath when the head of his cock touched her. It slid up and down between the globes of her ass, rubbing over her anal pucker. Passing over her back hole once more, he pressed against it gently. Not enough to enter, but enough to have her breath catching and her muscles clenching. “One of these days soon, I’m going to take you here, ladybug. In fact, I’ll take your mouth, pussy, and ass all in one day.”
Annie could only moan her agreement as he stroked further down to reach her pussy, which was spread wide. She was so wet she could feel her juices overflow onto her upper thighs. Instead of sliding in, he pulled back and slid two fingers deep, fucking her several times before pulling them out and repositioning his cock at her entrance. Lifting her head, she looked in the mirror, enthralled as she watched him open his mouth and suck her juices from his fingers.
“Damn, ladybug, you taste fucking delicious, too,” he said as he met her gaze in their reflection.
All Annie could do was moan softly in response. The fact that there were a handful of men only a few yards away did little to cool her ardor, but did make her conscious of the noise she was making.
She inhaled sharply when Max canted his hips forward, his long, hard, thick cock pushing into her, filling her completely. Even the vibrator she had played with had never felt this good. Fisting her hands on the counter, Annie bit her lip to keep herself from screaming as Max filled her so well. His pelvis pressed against her ass and he stopped moving.
Annie stared into the mirror and met Max’s deep chocolate gaze, seeing something in the dark glow of his eyes that had her heart squeeze hard in response.
* * * *
Max froze once he’d pushed fully into Annie’s pussy. She was so tight he was afraid of moving for fear of shooting off. Looking into the mirror, he met the fire in her celery green eyes and smiled tightly.
“So tight,” he murmured softly. “Feels so good.”
Annie blinked and moaned in response, her eyes slowly drifting shut. She then began to move, fucking herself on his cock, which only shot him closer and closer to the edge of his control. Gritting his teeth, Max grabbed her hips and held her still. He could feel her try to move in his hold, but refused to give in. She might have initiated this rodeo, but he was the Daddy and in charge.
When his body relaxed enough that he would not blow in the next few seconds, Max slowly backed out until only the head of his cock remained in Annie’s hot, wet, clenching pussy. He paused a moment before beginning the slow slide back in. Though he had no doubt his men knew exactly what was going on in here, he refused to rush this, their first coupling.
Though his body ramped up to orgasm again quickly, Max forced himself to keep to a slow, steady pace. Watching Annie’s face in the mirror, he saw her frustration build, but kept things easy. He wanted her to remember this, even when they were old and gray and hobbling around a nursing home.
His control held, until she opened her eyes and looked at him in the mirror. “Daddy, please. I need…faster. Harder.”
Her words, her tone, the need in her eyes were what Max was waiting for. With a deep breath, he began to move faster. With each stroke, he moved faster, more powerfully, soon fucking his girl as hard and fast as he could. She tried to move in counterpoint, but he maintained his hold on her hips, keeping her still.
Her expression grew tight and a moment later she screamed, “Daddy!” as she launched over her peak. Her orgasm was so strong her pussy tightened to the point of pain around his cock. That squeeze triggered his own orgasm. He pushed as deep as he could before every muscle in his body locked while his cock pulsed with each jet of semen to fill the condom.
He stayed buried deep in her until his muscles relaxed, his breathing slowed, and he could step back without falling on his ass. Easing his cock from Annie’s body, he quickly cleaned himself up, then cleaned her up. After straightening their clothing until they were presentable, he pulled her up off the sink with her back against his front. A glance in the mirror showed she was relaxed and smiling as she rested against him.
“Feel better?”
“Mmmm, yes. Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered as she looked into the mirror. Her eyes now glowed with happiness as they met his.
“Me, too,” Max said, smiling back at her. “Now, I need to get to work, and you need to go yarn shopping.”
Annie nodded then turned in the circle his arms. Lifting her face, she kissed his chin while wrapping her arms around his middle and hugging him tight. “I love you, Daddy,” she said, then froze.
Though her words surprised him, they also felt very, very right. Tightening one arm around her, he used a finger to lift her chin to look up at him. “It might seem like it’s too soon, but I love you, too, ladybug. So much that I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
Annie’s eyes filled with tears before she dropped her head and snuggled deeper into his embrace. “Thank you for that,” she whispered.
Before Max could ask what was going on, she took a deep breath and pulled away. “Come on, Daddy. You need to get your work finished so we can go home and do more of what we just did.”
Max chuckled as she fumbled with the door lock. As she pulled the door open, he swatted her ass, delighting in the squeal the smack elicited. “We’ll also have to see about your punishment for blatantly disregarding Daddy’s rules,” he promised.
Annie sent him a wide-eyed innocent look over her shoulder as she giggled and danced her way down the hall. “You can’t spank me if you laugh at my antics,” she said, “or if you have an orgasm because of them. It’s in the Daddy rule book.”
Chapter Ten
By the time Annie climbed onto the back of Max’s bike for the ride home that afternoon, she had crocheted a half dozen baby hats and an adult hat from the yarn she had picked up as soon as the big craft store opened. She had barely finished the gray slouchy hat when Stephen, one of the mechanics on duty, came in to ask Max a question. As soon as he saw the hat, he asked how muc
h she wanted for it, and bought it.
He waited patiently while Annie finished the last row and sewed in the ends before handing it over to him. As soon as he had it, he took off the ballcap he always wore, pulled on his new hat, and went back to work. Within minutes, the other three guys working in the garage came in and ordered themselves identical hats, in different colors, each leaving money with her to pay for their hat.
“You’re not charging enough,” Max said once the last man left.
Annie shrugged. “I’ve never known how to charge for my work. Years ago, I charged that same price and couldn’t give hats away. Nowadays, I make them and donate them to various charities, unless someone wants to buy them.”
She knew from his expression that Max wasn’t impressed with her statement. “I think from now on I’ll take over pricing your hats. But I also want to add an order for another five or six in gray and black that we can sell in the showroom. We’ll also need to design a logo and tag to go on them, so people know they’re wearing an Annie Griffin original.”
Annie giggled and raised an eyebrow. “You really think they’d sell?”
Max gave her a look of disbelief. “Ladybug, you just sold ten hats without trying. Imagine what you could do if you worked at it.”
“That’s the thing, I don’t want to work at it. I don’t want to spend all day every day making hats to fill orders for people I don’t know. I like making hats for friends and family. My shop and teaching classes made me enough to live on. Making and selling my crafts made a little extra money, but usually just enough to reinvest in more yarn, fabric, or whatever else I needed to make more. Crafting is how I relax and deal with stress. I’ve never thought of it as a career before.”
Max nodded. “Well, you might want to think about it. And double your prices when selling like you just did.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll think about it,” Annie said with an indulgent smile before it turned sassy. “What I’d rather think about is riding my Daddy when we get home.”
She knew she wouldn’t double her prices. Max might be a great businessman when it came to selling motorcycles and everything associated with them, but she knew crafts. While some people might have the audacity to overcharge, she also knew they didn’t sell. She preferred to charge less and find homes for her creations.
Max glanced at the clock on the wall and shook his head. “Sadly, your ride will have to wait until after dinner with the family. Now come on, we’re late.”
Annie quickly bagged up the yarn she had been working with. Once she was ready to go, Max took her hand and threaded their fingers together and together they walked out. They stopped so he could give Stephen directions before heading to his motorcycle. He stowed her bag into a saddlebag, then helped her put on her helmet. In three minutes they were roaring out of the garage parking lot and heading back to the Kinky Saints MC compound.
* * * *
“I think I might have just what you’re looking for,” Maria Santi said several hours later, after listening to Annie and Cara talk about Annie’s plans for the new shop. “It’s an old farmhouse next to Max’s shop and garage that’s been empty for about a year. It will need a good cleaning and maybe some paint, but if you like it, I’m sure we can work something out. And I know of six strong men who will be more than willing to help clean and paint and move.”
Annie looked at Max’s grandmother in amazement. The elderly woman was maybe five feet tall, if she stretched, but had all the Santi men doing whatever they could to keep her happy. At this moment, Max, Laz, and their grandfather were in the backyard grilling vegetables and meat for dinner. Two other cousins were in the dining room setting the table for the meal they were about to share while Victor was on the phone, talking to the insurance company because Nonna demanded he check in and find out the status on Annie’s money.
Annie and Cara were helping the elderly woman put together a large salad with a half dozen vegetables in it, and fruit salad that would be spooned over ice cream for dessert.
“That would be wonderful, Mrs. Santi, but I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to afford. It all depends on what kind of settlement I get, and how much is left after I finish paying the vendors who I still owe money to.”
Nonna patted her back and smiled up at her. “Call me Nonna, child. And maybe after dinner we can talk about a business arrangement. I could be your silent partner, and you can remind me how to knit. Then the three of us can get together and make things for the babies while we talk dirt about our Kinky Saints men.”
“Nonna!” Max said as he stepped into the kitchen, catching the last of what his grandmother was saying. He immediately crossed to Annie’s side as he scolded the family matriarch. “Stop trying to steal my girl.”
“Pffft, boy, what would I do with your woman? I just think we Santi women need to have a night of talk and knitting without you men around to hear everything we say.”
Annie grinned at both Max’s scandalized expression and his grandmother’s determination to taunt him. “We’re fine, Da…Max,” she said, quickly correcting herself. She wasn’t sure if Max wanted the true nature of their relationship exposed, which using that name would certainly do.
She shivered when Max kissed the side of her neck before gently rubbing the scruff that covered his chin up and down from her ear to where her neck flowed into her shoulder. “Don’t let her talk you into anything you don’t feel comfortable with. She’s a force of nature and sometimes can get a bit wild.”
Before Annie could respond, Victor stepped into the room, a big smile on his face. “Good news, Annie. Your checks have been cut and are being overnighted, which I suppose means they’ll be here by Wednesday or Thursday next week. And the amounts are more than what you were expecting.”
Crossing the room, he handed her a piece of paper with three numbers on it. Annie looked at them, blinked, and then read them again. Looking at Victor, she grinned. “You’re kidding. This is nearly twice what I expected.”
Victor tried to look humble as he brushed invisible dust from one shoulder and then the other. “Let’s just say that you had a kickass attorney they want to keep happy.”
“Thank you, Victor. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Annie said, throwing herself at the man and hugging him tight.
His arms came around her for a quick squeeze, which had Max making animal growling sounds behind her. A moment later, a hard hand came down on her shoulder and pulled her back. He pulled her to his side, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Hands off, cousin. She’s mine.”
Victor grinned, though he looked unrepentant at Max’s growly behavior. “She hugged me first, Max. Relax and stop acting like an overprotective ass.”
Max’s arm tightened around her shoulders before he took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. He didn’t respond to Victor’s teasing, instead turning Annie in and kissing her, taking it deep enough to be adult rated in seconds. The kiss continued despite a chorus of catcalls that started and did not stop until cold water splashed over them.
Annie turned her head, breaking the kiss, and looked around. Nonna held an empty glass that she had obviously just thrown at them. Behind her, Laz and two cousins she had met less than an hour before stood laughing and leering. Nico had Cara pulled to his side and she looked happier than she had since Annie had first met her.
“No more of that until after dinner. In fact, no more until you get back to your own house,” she scolded.
“Yes, Nonna,” Max said, sounding unrepentant.
Nonna then turned her attention to Annie. “And you, think about my offer. I’ll give you a good deal on the farmhouse, even if you don’t want to take me on as your silent partner. We can go look at it after dinner.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Annie answered, a kernel of excitement about her dream’s rebirth blossoming. “I’ll be sure to consider it.”
Chapter Eleven
It was well after dark when Max pulled the motorcycle into the garage at his house. After dinner
, they had looked at the house with Nonna, Cara, and Nico. The women had gotten excited and began making plans. Afterward, he had taken her for a drive on back country roads. They stopped several times to make out and look at the millions of stars that twinkled overhead. Once he turned the motorcycle off and the garage door slid closed, he helped Annie dismount, then efficiently dealt with their helmets.
Once he was off the bike, he bent, put his shoulder in Annie’s middle, and straightened with her hanging over one shoulder. She squealed in protest, but he didn’t put her down.
Riding his motorcycle with his woman wrapped tight around him had turned him on just as it had that morning on their short drive to the shop. Only this time, they’d ridden long enough that he had felt Annie tense and squeeze him as she orgasmed at least once, just from the ride, though the excitement of finding Nonna’s empty farmhouse being perfect for what she imagined her shop would be might have added to it.
If only he felt the same excitement. Instead, he felt nervous that she would leave him now that it looked like her life was getting back on track. She wouldn’t need him any longer once her money arrived.
Stopping in the kitchen just long enough to grab two bottles of water, he continued to his bedroom, where he tossed his woman onto the bed. She squealed again as she bounced on the mattress. Setting the bottles on the nightstand, he quickly stripped while she watched.
Meeting pale green eyes that glowed with happiness and arousal, he said, “Tonight I’m going to make you mine in every way possible. You okay with that, ladybug?”
“Mmmm, yes, please, Daddy,” Annie said as she sat up and stripped her shirt over her head. She threw it at him, and a moment later, her bra followed, leaving her naked from the waist up.
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