Bash's Hurricane (Black Crows MC)

by EA Hunt

  Bash rubbed his aching cock against her opening. He could feel her wetness through his boxers. Reaching between them, he lowered his boxers freeing his cock, then moved her panties out of the way. His woman was soaking wet. Lifting his head, he watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he slowly entered her wetness. “Damn, Babygirl!” he sighed once he bottomed out. “You’re mine once again. And I’m never letting you go!”

  “Mmm,” Celise moaned. “I’m never letting you go either,” she looked into Bash’s eyes. “I love you Bastion and I trust you,” Celise confessed then continued. “Now give me more,” she moaned as she moved up and down his dick.

  “I’ll give you anything you want baby. Just as long as you love me as I love you and you trust me as I trust you.”

  “Always,” she told him.

  “Good,” he said as he started to move with her. His woman was primed and ready. He bent his head, his lips grasping onto her skin and giving it a good suck before biting down on it. Celise arched into him as his speed picked up. The only noise in the room was his woman gushing and her moaning at his pleasure. “Give it to me Celise. Give me what I want,” he told her. With his lips covering hers, so as not to wake the girls, Celise screamed into his mouth, her orgasm taking over her entire body. With another pump, Bash followed her over the edge, filling his woman with his seed. “Fuck, Babygirl,” he said, moving to lie beside her. He pulled her into his arms, her head on his chest.

  “I’m glad you’re home,” Celise looked up at him.

  “So am I,” Bash replied, placing a hand on her stomach, hoping he’d placed his kid in there. The whole time he’d been on his bike, his mind had shifted from what he had planned for Pierre to getting into bed and making love to his woman. He kissed her lips. “I missed you.”

  “I missed you too,” Celise replied. She sat up a little, placed her hand on his chest then her head on her hand.

  “You are so beautiful,” Bash told her as he moved her hair away from her face. “I could look at you all day. And I intend to.”

  “Do you now?” Celise questioned him, playing with the hairs on his chest.

  “Yes, because I intend to marry you,” Bash told her. He hadn’t planned to propose after sex, but this was as good as a time as any.

  “Did you just propose?!” Celise stilled, looking at him.

  “You propose when you want the woman to answer a question. I’m not offering you a question, baby. I’m telling you what’s going to happen. We are getting married and you’re going to be presented in front of the club as my Old Lady,” he told her.

  “Couldn’t you have gotten down on one knee at least?!” Celise chuckled. She sat up fully then straddled Bash. “That’s every little girl’s fantasy.”

  “I’m not into little girls’ fantasies, Babygirl. A grown woman’s fantasy is more my speed,” he told her, placing his hands on her hips and moving her down a little towards his ever-growing dick. “Babygirl, you’re soaking again”

  “Mmmhmmm… that’s because I’m ovulating,” Celise replied as she slid onto his dick.

  “WHAT?!”

  Celise stopped her hips’ movements at Bash’s loud growl. “I gush when I’m turned on and when I’m ovulating, it’s even more flu –”

  “Are you on anything?” Bash gritted out.

  “No,” Celise whispered. She’d wanted to get another IUD before she’d moved back to Georgia, but with the move and getting Willa Jean’s off the ground, she hadn’t had the time or money to get an appointment.

  “That’s all I needed to know,” he told her as he lifted his hips, impaling himself in his woman.

  “Bash!” she moaned.

  “Another girl would be good, but a boy would be better. I need someone to help protect the beauty that’s in this house,” he said as he pushed into her.

  “Willa will only…” she moaned. “… be a year old!”

  “Perfect,” Bash told her. “Willa needs a playmate, and our next baby will need one too.”

  “How many,” Celise fell onto his chest as her orgasm mounted. “Are you expecting us to have?”

  “Six, but I’ll settle for five,” Bash told her as she squeezed the shit out of him, begging for his cum.

  “That’s too many,” Celise cried as her orgasm overtook her.

  “Not when we are giving the Black Crows the next generation,” Bash advised as he emptied into her. He looked at Celise, her eyes were closed and a smile graced her face. “We could always try for eight. Remember eight is enough,” Bash chuckled.

  “Not funny,” Celise replied, hitting his chest. “How about four?” she offered, covering a yawn.

  “I’ll think about it,” Bash told her.

  “More than think, Bastion,” she told him, snuggling into his chest and drifting off to sleep.

  “No promises, Babygirl. No promises,” he said, kissing her hair before drifting off to sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Stupid! Fucking stupid! Son of a … Celise seethed as she sped over the back road that lead to the club. The yellow notice that Gigi had discovered taped to the bakery front door earlier this morning as she was attempting to open up was clutched in her hand. How could he? How could he have done this without talking to her? What gave him the right to think he could run her life like this? She stopped her car only inches from Ace, who was at the back entrance of the club, tossing out water. She placed her car in park then hopped out of the driver’s side. He was not her husband. Despite what he’d said to her last night or the fact that she’d woken up this morning wearing a half-carat, princess cut, ruby ring set on a platinum band with smaller diamonds embedded in the band. The ring was gorgeous and she loved it, but if he thought for one minute that this ring and his declaration in front of the club gave him the right to run her life like this, he was sadly mistaken.

  Walking past Ace, she ignored him as he called out to her. He was not the person she was looking for. Entering the main part of the club, she scanned the area. There were a few brothers sitting at tables with club whores on their laps or sucking their dicks. She ignored them because none were Bash. Walking up to the bar, she looked at the bartender. He wasn’t one she’d seen before but she hadn’t been to the club since she’d been back. Her business and her girls, who were at their home with Gigi, came first.

  “What can I get you?” he asked her.

  It was too early in the morning to be drinking in her opinion, but she would have made an exception if she’d had the time – especially after what she’d learned this morning. “Nothing, I’m looking for Bash.”

  “Prez ain’t here,” the man told her, about to turn and leave.

  Lie number one. She knew Bash was here because this was always his first stop. And the fact he wasn’t in their bed this morning and didn’t have breakfast with them told her there was something going on and she wanted to know what the fuck it was. “Try again, Tiny,” she told the man, though Tiny he was not. He was at least six-three and burly. He also looked mean as fuck. Where had Rene found this guy?

  “I don’t have to tell you anything darlin’,’” he drawled at her.

  Lie number two. She hated liars and someone in this club had to have told him who the hell she was. It wasn’t a secret. Once Bash had found her, the brothers and their wives had started coming into the bakery. She even had a few orders for cakes for different events when it came to club members. “I’m going to ask you again where Bash is and if you don’t tell me, I’m going to climb over this bar, pick up that bottle,” she pointed to the empty bottle before him. “And bash it over your head. Now,” she calmed some. “Tell me where the hell Bash is!”

  “Listen, lady. I don’t know who you are and why you’re asking after the Prez. But I don’t have to tell you anything. Now come back later tonight and he might see you after he’s done with business. And enjoying himself,” the man smirked.

  “Son of a bitch,” Celise seethed at the man’s implication. She scrambled onto the stool ne
xt to her, then onto the bar. She picked up the bottle, raised it over her head and brought it down over the man’s head.

  “Bitch,” he cried out, grasping at her. Before he could reach her, Celise was pulled away from the man and off the bar.

  “Let me go!” she shouted, struggling with the person holding her.

  “Babygirl, you’ve had your fun. It’s time to let the man be.”

  “Let me go, Ace! Or you’ll get what he got!” Celise pushed at the iron hold the man had on her.

  “Jericho,” Ace directed at the man behind the bar, now holding a towel to his head. “This is Babygirl,” when he saw recognition of the name, Ace smirked. “She asks a question, you answer.” Jericho nodded and Ace released Celise.

  She rounded on Ace. “Bash?!” she demanded.

  “Office,” he said, folding his arms over his chest.

  Celise nodded, turning to her left and taking the hall which was to the left of the bar. Bash had a lot of explaining to do and just kissing and fucking her wasn’t going to fix this. Barging into the room, she saw Danish leaning against Bash’s desk while Trigger was sitting in a chair before it. The man she was pissed at was sitting behind the desk.

  “Babygirl,” Bash acknowledged.

  Stepping into the room, she closed the door behind her. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Celise questioned the man she loved and hated at the same time.

  “Baby –”

  “Don’t even think about it,” she cut him off, stepping towards the desk. “You gain my trust after years of not having it only to throw it back in my face,” crumpling up the piece of paper she clutched in her hand, she threw it at Bash. It bounced off his chest and landed on the desk, unnoticed by all in the room. “How am I supposed to deal with that, Bastion? How am I supposed to come to grips with something like this when you know how much –”

  “I did what I thought was best,” Bash replied, standing. He didn’t need to see the paper. He knew what it said. “I need to protect you and my girls.”

  “Protect us from what?!” Celise questioned him. “I have brothers or their wives coming in and out of the bakery all the time. The sheriff’s deputies camp out there on a slow afternoon. And when you’re gone, I have Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb all over me and the girls!”

  “Offensive, Babygirl,” Danish smirked.

  “At least let me be Tweddle Dee,” Trigger chuckled.

  “Not helping, guys,” Bash told them. “Celise, this needed to be done. I needed you to be shut down until I could handle some business –”

  “But your businesses are still open!” she reminded him. She and Gigi had spent yesterday afternoon and most of the evening setting up prep for opening this morning. Gigi had natural baking talent and was eager to learn. Celise had been teaching her all she knew and they’d even talked about Gigi going to the local junior college. The girl was a godsend and Celise loved her. Even Gigi’s father had called her since the girl started working at the bakery and told her he hadn’t ever seen his daughter so happy. Celise was happy she could give that to the girl. “You had no right to shut me down,” she pointed at the paper on the desk. It was a health department notice stating she was shut down until further notice because of a violation. It didn’t state which one, but it didn’t matter. When people saw a health department shut down, they assumed your eatery was infested or not properly cared for.

  “Yes, I did. And I know my businesses are still open,” Bash replied. “I need them moving so –”

  “But mine is expendable?! Bullshit!” Celise spat at him.

  “I don’t like this side of you, Babygirl,” he lied to her. He did like this side of her. It was getting him hard. He wanted to bend her over the desk and fuck her, much like he had done all last night. If they hadn’t made a kid last night, he knew they could make one today.

  “I could give two flying figs what you like. I am not, and have never been, a docile woman. If I was, then I wouldn’t have stood up to the bitch who gave me my Melody. Nor would I have been with you in the first place. And I damn sure wouldn’t have walked in here and smashed a bottle on the bartender’s head because he wouldn’t tell me where you were.”

  “You smashed a bottle over Jericho’s head?” Bash shook his head.

  “I asked a question of you. I refuse to be pushed aside like I don’t deserve an answer,” Celise responded.

  “I feel a little bad for him,” Danish shook his head. “Not only has Babygirl put him in his place, but Rene is going to hurt him badly for treating Babygirl how he did,” the man finished.

  “I won’t let her hurt him too bad,” Tigger replied.

  “Jericho is not the issue here,” Bash reminded them. “Willa Jean’s closure is.”

  “I told you that was a bad idea when you started the ball rolling yesterday afternoon,” Trigger informed Bash. When the other man had called before the hour was over, he’d requested a health department manager be at the club, waiting for him. Trigger had expressed his displeasure and how Celise would be pissed but Bash was certain Pierre’s next step would be to go after Celise. Especially after what Scottie had told them before Danish had placed a bullet in the woman.

  She’d left the club to be with Pierre – no that wasn’t accurate. Pierre had spotted her at a café in a small town, three hours north of Rydal, about a year ago. She’d heard Claire was there, working in the local gas station. Instead of finding Claire, she’d found Pierre, filling up. He’d struck up a conversation with her and soon after she’d fallen into bed with him and a few other men and women. Pierre had promised to find Claire for her if she kept an eye on Bash and told him what his weaknesses were. Pierre knew of Melly, but the little girl was too insulated. But he had known nothing about Celise because to Scottie, she was a non-factor. She wasn’t in town and no one had mentioned her until she’d come back and Bash had made them a family.

  “Yesterday afternoon?” Celise rubbed a hand over her forehead. Her head was starting to hurt. “You had this planned since yesterday afternoon?” She’d assumed he’d only just gotten back from his run when he’d crawled into bed with her. Not held a whole entire meeting with the health department and the brothers. She shook her head. “Do you know how hard I worked to have Willa Jean’s up and running? How hard it was to get the kind of business I have? How hard it’s going to be to have people come back after something like this?!”

  “This is the only way I could think of to keep you safe unless I bring you to the club and have someone else run your business for you. I won’t have you out there unprotected. And I can’t place dozens of people on you,” Bash told her. The brothers who were working were keeping a look out for Pierre and the ones not working were patrolling the town. He couldn’t spare anyone to look after his woman. Having her at their house where he knew she and their girls would be safe was all he’d been trying to do with this.

  “No one will run my business but me,” Celise told him. “And no one will run my life but me,” she lifted her left hand. “If this ring means you take away what I’ve worked for, then I don’t want it and I don’t want you,” she removed her ring from her finger, tossing it onto the desk. Celise turned, walking to the door, pulling it open so far it banged against the office wall.

  “Fuck!” Bash picked up the ring and went after his woman. She was not getting away from him this easily. They were a family and he was going to keep them that way. Catching her by the arm, right as she entered the bar, Bash turned her to face him. “Celise.”

  “Save it!” she pulled her arm away from him. “I’m opening and there isn’t a thing you can do about it,” Celise told him.

  Before another word could be spoken, bullets flew into the club. Grasping his woman around the waist, Bash fell to the floor with her as another bullet passed over his head. Lifting his head, he saw several brothers with their guns drawn and a few club whores in the corner, huddled together. Sitting up, he looked over his shoulder. Danish and Trigger were rushing down the hall. He turne
d back to Celise who was lying on the floor. He reached out to her, “Are you all right?”

  She swallowed then nodded. “What the hell was that?” she asked, sitting up.

  “Me.”

  Both turned at the sound of the voice. Pierre stood at the entrance to the kitchen with his gun pointed at Gigi, Willa and Melly. “Have you completely lost your mind?!” Bash demanded, standing. He pointed his gun at the man just as Celise stood from the floor.

  “Maybe,” Pierre replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

  “You’re outnumbered, Pierre,” Bash replied. Not only were he, Trigger and Danish in the room but so were three other brothers, including Ace, who was just as good a shot as Trigger.

  “I may be but there are three men out front with automatics. They will put so many bullets in this place, tearing it down would be easier than trying to fix it,” he told them.

  Bash saw out of the corner of his eye that Danish was close enough to the window that he could see out of it, but not be caught by the men outside. With Danish’s confirmation of Pierre’s words, he concentrated on the man before him. “Our business is done,” Bash told him. The way Gigi was positioned, neither he nor anyone else had a clear shot at the man. Fuck!

  “You are the best courier I have. Did you think with all the deals I’ve done with you, I would let you walk away?” Pierre said. “You know too much. Too many client details.”

  “You could take me down just as easily,” Bash replied. Which was a lie. Pierre knew nothing of their business.

  “I don’t think I can,” he replied. “You know stash houses, running routes. You know everything. And that’s too much information to just let slip away. Or possibly be sold to a rival of mine.”

  Yes, it was too much information. Because Bash didn’t talk much around Pierre. He let the man fill the silence and with silence came information. Grasping Celise’s wrist when he saw her about to move towards the man, he held her in place. “Leave, Pierre. We won’t come after you for this nor will we cross paths again. I’m giving you an out, though I have every right to kill you after you tried to kill me.”