by EA Hunt
Leaning forward Celise captured his lips with hers. She’d dreamed about this since the day she’d left him. Had used Willa’s father to try and end what she still had in her heart for Bash, but it hadn’t worked. She’d wanted Bash, she’d always want Bash. Moving her hips in a circular motion over his erection, she cupped his face with her hands. Celise lifted her head and said, “I’ve tried not to want you. Tried to push you out of my mind. Out of my heart – even when you hurt me. Even when I thought you’d put me in a grave I -”
“Couldn’t?” Bash surmised.
“No,” Celise answered simply as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
“Don’t fight it anymore, Babygirl. I’m here. We’re here.” He kissed her lips lightly. “There’s no reason to fight anymore.”
Celise gave a little nod. Releasing him, she put her hands on his chest, moving them slowly downwards. “I want you inside me. But don’t think just because I want to fuck you that I trust you. Or forgive you,” she told him, reaching for his zipper. Celise smiled as she released him and his erection sprang forward. “I see underwear is still not your thing.”
“When I have a woman like you, underwear is pointless,” he replied.
“Hmm,” Celise replied sliding off his lap. She knelt before him. “Earn my trust,” she said as she kissed his head, licking some of the pre cum there. “My forgiveness,” she continued, licking down his shaft then up again. “Then you can have my pussy,” she finished, taking him into her mouth.
“AHHH!” Bash ran his fingers into her hair, grasping the silken tresses as her head moved up and down. “Babygirl, I’m going to –” He didn’t get a chance to finish as she gave an extra-long pull and his cum shot into the back of her throat.
“Mmm… cream does a body good,” Celise said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She stood. “Goodnight, Bastion,” she said, turning and heading towards the bedroom.
Bash watched her go. He’d gain her trust. Her forgiveness. Then her heart, body and soul would be his.
Chapter Seven
This could not be Bash’s home. Celise slowed her car to a crawl as she turned the wheel into the horseshoe drive. When Bash had texted her the address, she’d been eager to see the place. In the week since his confession, he’d talked about taking her to his home or her meeting him there after she’d picked up the girls from Wilmont, but they hadn’t been able to coordinated their schedules. Stepping out of the car, Celise looked at the house before her. It was a beautiful, pale blue color with off-white shutters and a wraparound porch with several rockers sitting on it. Celise stepped towards the house slowly, tears threatening. This had been the original color of the house when she was a child. Her grandmother had loved this color and whatever her grandmother loved, her grandfather tried to give to her. She covered her mouth with her hand. How had her grandmother’s home ended up here with Bash?
“Babygirl, your home,” Bash said, walking out onto the porch. He’d been in the middle of a meeting with Danish when he’d heard Celise’s car. He looked at the car in his drive – it was a six-year-old, midsized SUV in a royal blue color that seated six. He’d had Danish go over the car with a fine-tooth comb after the man who’d brought it into the shop to fix it decided that he wanted to sell it instead. Bash had given it to his woman, who’d still been driving her beat up car from five years ago; and the original car he’d wanted to give her he’d sold trying to erase Celise from his memory with no avail. Celise had balked at taking the car but he’d told her she would need a more reliable car if she wanted to start catering and delivering her desserts. She didn’t know it yet, but the club was going to be a part of her delivery service. He knew a few Sweethearts who were looking for part-time work and what better position than as part of a delivery service? They could work for Celise and the club would have another business under their belt to front their laundry(money laundering) service.
“I –” Celise swallowed as she walked slowly to the stairs “How…” She shook her head as she ascended the three steps to arrive on the porch. She turned to her right – and there they were big as life. She reached out and ran her fingers lightly over the initials – WG (Willa and Germaine.) Her grandmother and grandfather’s initials carved into a heart on the railing post. “How did you know?” she asked, looking at Bash.
“Know?” He took her hand in his. “Know what, Babygirl?”
“This house,” she stepped into him. “This was my grandmother’s house. The house I came to with my parents – dozens of times. And when they died, my grandmother stood on this porch with her arms open, waiting for me to rush into them.”
Bash wiped at her tears. “I can’t believe this was your grandmother’s!” He kissed her lips lightly.
“I can’t believe you have it. We had to sell it about three years ago to pay her hospital and doctor’s bills,” she told him as she laid her head on his chest.
“Rene told me about this place,” Bash advised. Rene had been insistent, come to think of it. She’d told him the house was exactly what he was looking for. “Said I had to see it, or I would regret it,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her. “I’d let it slip that I was looking for a house and she gave me the realtor’s name. I looked at the pictures on the website and knew this was my house,” he bent and kissed the crown of her head. “To think this was a link to my Babygirl’s past!”
“I guess I was meant to be yours after all,” Celise said with a small smile on her face.
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That night they’d sat in front of the refurbished fireplace with Willa lying on Bash’s chest while she and Melly had sat and read a book about a zebra who’d wondered where he had gotten his stripes. Melly had laughed throughout the book and Celise had loved hearing it. Once the book was finished, she had placed Melly in her old bedroom, which was two doors down from the master at the back of the house, on the right side of the hall. Connected by a bath was Willa’s room. Bash had had the room decorated in a soft yellow with white furniture and a rocker by the window. It was just as beautiful as Melly’s room, which was a pale purple with light brown furniture and a full bed. With the girls in bed, he’d taken her hand and led her down the hall to the master bedroom. There were things in the room that hadn’t been there when she was a child – a picture window, an ensuite bath with a clawfoot tub and standalone shower and a king-sized bed in deep cherry wood, covered in a light quilt, which stood in the middle of the room. It was beautiful. And she’d slept in it every night, wrapped in Bash’s arms, for a week until last night. Last night, she’d stayed in her apartment above the bakery because Maisie hadn’t been available to open the bakery this morning. And since Bash’s home was twenty minutes from the bakery, she would have had to leave Bash’s really early to make sure she was ready for the morning crowd.
“Celise, we need more donuts and breakfast cakes out here!”
Rubbing the back of her hand over her forehead, Celise released a tired sigh. She’d been at this since four this morning. She needed some help but it was hard to interview or even post a job opening when Maisie wasn’t helping as much as she could because she was too busy flirting with the customers or calling in late. Picking up the tray of donuts she’d made, she walked over to the pass-through and placed them there. They were busier today than they’d been earlier in the week. She was thankful for the extra business, but it meant more work for her.
“Babygirl, you look exhausted.”
“Thanks…” she replied sarcastically. Celise turned and faced Bash. She’d left him with the girls after dinner, bath and bedtime stories. “Did you have any trouble this morning?” she questioned. Her mornings with her girls were usually easy. Melly would help her make pancakes while Willa played happily in her bouncer, attempting to sit up, cooing the whole time. And when Bash would enter the room, both girls would bounce and attempt to get his attention.
“Yes,” he told her, pulling her into his arms. He grasped her ass, “This was my trouble,” he advised,
grinding his pelvis onto her. He’d missed waking up to her in the morning. He’d kissed her before the girls let their presence be known. Their kissing would lead to heavy petting and him eating her pussy or her giving him a blowjob. He looked forward to their mornings.
“I meant the girls,” Celise told him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“They were the little hellions that I knew they would be without their Momma,” Bash answered. Melly hadn’t wanted to get dressed. Willa had thrown up twice because burping wasn’t what she wanted to do after her breakfast. His girls hadn’t been the sweet souls he saw when Celise was present.
“Just like their father,” Celise replied. Bash wasn’t pleasant when he didn’t get what he wanted in the morning. And what he wanted was her. Either sucking her dry or her sucking him dry. The few times she’d had to come open at the last minute and leave his arms, he’d been an extra ass to the brothers and Prospects at the club. He’d only calmed down when she’d come by at lunch and locked them in the office. The brothers had been so grateful, she’d been given several quick hugs and ‘thank yous’ before being promised any drinks she wanted when she came to the club to hang out. “I need to get more food out front,” she stepped out of his arms and walked around him. “Are you heading to the club?” she asked, walking to one of the wall ovens and pulling out the eggs needed for the breakfast cakes. Usually, at this time of the day, Bash was heading to the club to work on the receipts from the night before. Then he’d head to the clubs’ other businesses before coming back to her at the bakery with the girls in tow.
“No, actually. I’m heading out of town,” Bash told her. Pierre had called him yesterday morning after letting the forty-eight hour deadline, and two weeks, pass – also realizing there weren’t any other clubs willing to go along with his new client’s plans – and, reluctantly, agreed to his terms. That afternoon he’d called for church, informing his brothers of the run and that he, Ace and Deuce would be the only ones going. His brothers, much like Danish and Trigger, had grumbled. But he’d made his decision and wasn’t going to change it. While awaiting the shipment details from Pierre; there wasn’t time to have the goods placed on club property, he’d sent Ace and Deuce to check out the location they’d intended to use. Once they’d reported their findings to Danish, he’d come to the house and they’d planned out the run. With everything set, he needed to inform his woman who he’d been keeping in the dark about the run since its inception.
“Oh?” Celise replied. Bash hadn’t said anything to her about heading out of town.
“It’s club business,” was all he said.
“Club –” Celise stopped. She knew what that meant. He wasn’t going to tell her. In the time she’d been way from Bash, she’d done some research on motorcycle clubs and had asked her grandmother a few things. She wasn’t as naïve as she’d been before. “Ok,” was all she said, picking up the cakes she’d just finished. “Please come back to me in one piece,” she told Bash, stepping around him and out to the front of the bakery.
He had every intention of coming back to her. Bash turned to see his woman smiling at a few customers and taking some orders while Maisie was standing in the corner, laughing with a group of men at a table. He seethed. The little witch was supposed to be helping his woman with this bakery not trying to get herself laid. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he called his little sister, Gigi. She, like Danish and Trigger, wasn’t his sister by blood but in his heart. Gigi was Stryker’s daughter. He, like Bash, had gotten a club whore pregnant but instead of just being there for his kid, he’d done the right thing and married the bitch. And that was what Falona was – a bitch. One no one in the club, old or new, could stand. But Gigi was another story. She was a sweet girl who Bash loved and cared for, just like Trigger and Danish.
With no answer from Gigi but knowing she would call back as soon as she could, Bash walked out of the kitchen. Celise was standing at the counter, a baby on her hip while serving another customer. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist where the baby sat. “And who’s baby have you taken, Babygirl?” he questioned, looking down at the baby and Celise. A slow smile crept over his face as he pictured Celise holding Willa on her hip with her belly full of their third child. Yes! He was going to make this image a reality.
“A customer who needed a minute,” Celise chuckled, waving at the last customer of her morning rush. She leaned into Bash – she loved having his arms around her. She closed her eyes. She could easily go to sleep like this.
“Thanks, Celise.”
She smiled at the baby’s mother. Carla was a regular at the bakery. After dropping her two older children off at school, she would bring her toddler and baby to the bakery for breakfast and a break for the busy Mom. “You’re welcome, Carla,” Celise replied, handing her little Tobias. He was such an adorable little guy. With a smile and nod to Bash, the other woman turned and left. Celise turned into Bash’s arms. “I –”
“Have called in some help for you,” Bash told her.
“Help?” Celise questioned. She had help. Ok, she didn’t have help, but she was going to get some. She just needed the time to get the ad placed online.
“Yes. Gigi –”
“I refuse to have a woman you’ve put your dick in, in my bakery,” Celise angrily whispered so no one could hear her. She pulled away from Bash and rounded him, heading back into the kitchen.
“Babygirl, at this point that’s not possible,” he replied, following her into the kitchen.
“I know that,” and she did. Celise was positive any number of the women who came into Willa Jean’s had been under Bash. Felt his calloused hands on their bodies. His whiskey breath on their skin. His rounded head stretching them oh so painfully nice that you have a mini orgasm in anticipation of the full-blown, all-consuming main event. She shivered. Damn, she needed this man.
“Your jealousy is adorable,” Bash said, kissing her temple as he wrapped his arms around her. He’d watched in awe as Celise’s breathing had become labored and her eyes had constricted as she remembered their time together. A time he was always remembering and jerking off to. He couldn’t wait to have his Babygirl back riding his dick. But this time there wouldn’t be a barrier. No birth control. His woman was going to have his baby and a half dozen more.
“Who said anything about being jealous?” Celise countered.
Bash chuckled. “Gigi,” he started, opting to ignore her remark. “Is the daughter of my Uncle Stryker.”
“The one who helped you get into the club?” she asked, remembering their conversation from years ago. She’d asked Bash about his joining the Black Crows back then and while she was sure he hadn’t told her everything, he had told her about his father and Uncles. Men she had said she wanted to meet – just as he had said he’d be interested in meeting her grandmother. She’d promised a meeting with her grandmother and he’d told her meeting his Uncle Stryker was no problem, but one with his father and Uncle Rock wasn’t possible. She’d kissed him at his solemn confession, snuggled into him and wrapped her arms around his body, giving him comfort.
“That’s him,” he confirmed. “Gigi is a sweet girl who loves her father very much. But as his only caregiver, her days are long and me, Danish and Trigger, try to get her out of the house as much as possible. Even Uncle Stryker tries to get her out of the house. But she doesn’t want to leave him home alone any more than she has to.” Ten years ago, when Gigi was in her middle teens, Stryker had had an accident. His bike had been tampered with and hadn’t braked like it was supposed to. Stryker had ended up skidding into a tree, causing him to be wheelchair-bound, paralyzed from the waist down. Gigi, knowing her mother wouldn’t care for her father properly, had finished high school early then taken on her father’s care. Much to Stryker and the club’s annoyance. Gigi deserved a life outside that house and Bash was about to give her one.
“I don’t want to take her away from her father if he needs her,” Celise said.
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sp; “Uncle Stryker will understand and will encourage it,” he replied, right as his phone beeped. Pulling the machine out of his pocket, he showed the screen to Celise before answering it. “Hey, Gigi.”
“Bastion! Daddy and I were just talking about you,” Gigi gushed. She hadn’t seen her big brother in a while, and she missed him.
“Tell Uncle I will be in to see him after my run, once I get Babygirl back settled into my life,” he said, squeezing Celise.
“Oh!” Gigi giggled. She’d wanted to meet Babygirl since Bash had mentioned her to them years ago, but something had happened, and she’d left. Leaving her brother devastated and with Claire, who Gigi didn’t care for. “I can’t wait to meet her!”
“Then you’re going to get your wish. Babygirl, Celise is her name, owns Willa Jean’s Bakery and she needs an assistant in the mornings and part of the afternoons.”
“I don’t know, Bash,” Gigi sobered. “Coming in that long would mean leaving Daddy alone for a longer than I want to. You know –”
“Go, Gigi! I will be fine, and I can take care of myself or have one of the brothers come get me and take me to the club until you’re done,” Bash heard his Uncle tell her. Stryker didn’t visit the club often, but when he did it seemed he was having a good time with some of the old-timers who were there also. “Celise will be looking for you this afternoon around twelve-thirty,” he told her. Once Stryker had spoken, Gigi rarely went against her father’s wishes.
“Ok and tell Celise – I’m not calling her Babygirl yet – that I can’t wait to meet her,” she said.
“I will,” Bash replied, loving the eagerness he heard in Gigi’s voice. He gave Gigi the address, then ended his call. “She can’t wait to meet you,” Bash told Celise.
