Why would this time be any different? Keeping my mouth locked onto hers, I’d tore at the delicate blouse she was wearing, ripping the thin material easily off her body, pleased to find that she wasn't wearing a bra. When my girl thought there might be sex involved between us, she’d dressed appropriately. And I was right--when my finger crawled up the inside of her thigh, beneath her skirt I found her bare, wet cunt.
"Fuck, Baby," I’d muttered against her swollen mouth. The thought that someone may have caught a peek of her pretty pussy on the way there and seen what was mine turned my blood hotter. "Love that you're ready for me."
"Always, Sax," she’d whispered with feeling. She’d sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, her hands trying to undo my pants, she was so eager. "I need your cock in me, Baby. Fill me with your hot cum."
Shit! I’d shuddered. This was the only time Holly had lost control and talked dirty to me, and I loved every word out of her mouth. She’d pulled my dick out and wasted no time taking what she wanted. Scooting into position, she’d guided my hard cock toward the glistening opening of her bare pussy lips, wrapped her legs around me tightly, and pulled herself sharply against my body, impaling herself. Sinking fully inside her, I’d rolled my head back on my shoulders and closed my eyes with indescribable pleasure.
When I opened them again it was to see that she'd leaned back on the seat, her head back, eyes closed, hair blowing in the breeze against her shoulders, leaving the top half of herself beautifully exposed to me in an erotic pose that sucked the breath from me. Her tits were thrusting forward, nipples hard little crowns just begging for my mouth. Growling, I leaned in to her and took the tasty flesh between my lips.
Her eyes flew open, and a sexy, knowing smile had spread across her face. Our lower bodies hadn’t yet moved, taking time to relish the feeling of first entering her that we both loved so much. As I’d run my mouth back and forth between her tits, she buried her hands into my hair and held me to her. But once I’d felt her tight pussy clamp down on my dick, I hadn’t cared about anything else but fucking her, and filling her with my cum
Holly knew what she liked, and she demanded it. It was the only time I let her have control, because she was wild with her needs. I began to move my dick in and out, groaning each time my flesh was swallowed up and held tight in her greedy little pussy. I kept my hands wrapped around her fleshy tits, pinching her nipples and enjoying the sounds of the breathless whimpers that rushed out between her parted lips. She’d moved her hips in response, meeting my thrusts, nails biting as she ran her open mouth along the side of my neck and shoulder.
When her teeth sank into me, I’d grunted and lost control, as she’d known I would. I grabbed her by the hair and snapped her neck back so that I had access to her throat. "Turnabout is fair play, Babe," I rasped between sharp nibbles. It had turned me on, marking my woman, and I sucked hard enough to leave the telltale mark. I’d wanted everyone who looked at Holly to know that she was claimed.
"Feels so good, Sax. I love your cock."
"I love you," I’d growled, saying the words for the first time.
Holly had drawn back and looked into my eyes, hers instantly filling with tears. "Really?"
I’d paused from thrusting. "Fuck yeah, Babe." I’d reached up and cupped her cheeks, taking in her flushed loveliness. "You're it for me." I wasn't moving, but I could feel my dick pulsing deep inside her.
"Oh, God! I love you, too!" she’d cried, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. "I've been afraid to say it, afraid it would scare you," she confessed.
She hadn’t been wrong to think that way. When a man hears those words too soon it can send him running. But I'd known long before that moment that I loved this woman. Feeling her muscles clench around me caused me to begin thrusting again. We kept our eyes locked, watching the pleasure we were experiencing filter across our faces and fill our eyes.
"I want to watch you come on my dick," I’d rasped, picking up speed. At the same time I reached down to her clit, finding it swollen and sensitive. She’d quivered when I touched it.
"Yes!" she’d gasped, her lips parting as she sucked in air.
Tiny moans escaped her as I’d rubbed the little nub in the way I knew Holly liked. I sank my finger in her pussy with my dick to gather up more cream. Her nostrils flared, revealing how turned on she was. I’d shifted into a position that would allow my dick to hit her G-spot, and that was like striking a match. She’d cried out and fucked herself on my dick, clenching it tightly.
"Sax!" There was excitement in her voice, and I knew that she was getting ready to explode.
"Come on my dick, Baby," I’d grated, thrusting hard and fast. "As soon as you come, I'm going to fill you with my cum. I'm going to pump so much inside you that you'll be leaking for a week. Everyone will smell my mark on you and know you're my old lady!"
Her eyes had grown big at my last words, and she’d screamed her release, clutching onto me as if afraid she'd fall off my bike. My dick was drowning in her sweet release, and I couldn't hold back. The tingle at the base of my spine, the tightening of my balls, warned me not to fight it any longer. With a long groan and a series of shudders, I’d emptied my balls inside Holly until we’d collapsed against each other, spent and satisfied.
A memory I'd never forget.
Jesus Christ. I looked down at myself, where my hand was still gripping my deflated dick, cum all over the front of my fucking jeans. I'd lost myself in the memory of making Holly my old lady, seeking release that I hadn't felt in a while. As I lay there panting beneath the tree that I'd spent the night under, a noise and a movement drew my attention to the right of me, and I laughed out loud.
Several cows were standing close to the fence, watching me.
Chapter 3
Holly
I sat at the table with the rest of the old ladies, telling myself again that coming home had been the right decision. I looked around, taking in the men in leather and cuts, looking every bit the scary outlaws they were, the scene softened by the sight of their women and children in the room. I'd missed this--the gatherings, the parties, and the cookouts the MC held on a regular basis. The men fought hard, but they played even harder. And they were very protective of what they had.
Today was meant as a welcome home gathering for me and a celebration for LD and Jolene. They'd just returned from Sunrise Heights, looking well sated and surprisingly happy. I'd never seen that look on LD before, and I'd have sworn that it was love I was seeing. It softened his harsh features, making him look less menacing. The biker was the scariest looking man I'd ever seen, and I gave kudos to Jolene for taming him.
With the rite of passage complete and witnessed by Bull, she was now LD's old lady. He hadn't wasted any time spreading the news when he'd returned. Flashes of my own claiming by Sax at Sunrise Heights filtered through my mind, but I quickly brushed them away. Thoughts of Sax and what I'd thrown away brought me down. Instead I focused on Ava as she was being passed around by the old ladies. JoJo and Ellie had their own little toddlers, but they still fought for their time with my daughter.
"She's beautiful."
Raven's compliment put an instant smile on my face. "Thank you." I turned my head in her direction. "So, when are you and Cole going to announce that you're expecting?"
Her face revealed her surprise that I'd guessed her secret. "Oh, God, is it that obvious?"
I shrugged lightly. "A lucky guess, honey. I noticed that you weren't drinking, and you have that glow about you. Cole's looking pretty pleased with himself, too." We both looked in his direction and found him watching us, a cocky smirk on his handsome face.
She giggled. "We'll announce it soon. We just didn't want to steal Jolene and LD's celebration."
"How far along are you?"
"Just past the first trimester." She took a sip of her water. "Did you enjoy your visit with Bailey?"
I nodded. "I always enjoy my time with her. We've been besties for a long time. I only wish that she li
ved closer." I leaned in, as if telling a secret. "She's expecting number five."
Raven's beautiful mouth dropped open. "You're kidding! I can't imagine having five children. When do they ever have the time to—?"
Laughter erupted from me, and I cut her off. "To have sex?"
"To do anything," she smiled. "Much less have sex."
"Well, you know the kind of men we're involved with, they're always horny, and apparently they find the time."
Ava began to fidget and I knew that she was getting hungry. I'd pumped several bottles of breast milk earlier that morning, but had then gone off and left them. Thank goodness they were in the fridge and wouldn't go bad. I started work at Grinders that Monday, and Annabelle would need them. I glanced at Annie, who was just handing her back to JoJo, a nervous look on her face when Ava began to fuss. Fussy babies made some people uncomfortable.
I laughed. "I'll take her back now, I need to feed her," I announced.
"You going to do it here?"
I'd told JoJo when I’d arrived that I'd forgotten the prepared bottles. I glanced around. There were too many men and children present, and while no one may have noticed me breast feeding Ava, I'd feel better in a quiet spot somewhere. "I think I'll go inside and do it. She usually falls asleep right after, and that way I can lay her down where it's not as noisy." I rose to my feet and took her out of JoJo's arms. Cuddling Ava to my breast, she instinctively turned her mouth, rooting for a nipple. Laughter followed me as I walked away.
"Want any company?"
Loco's question was way too cheerful, and caused me to glance his way just as I was about to enter the clubhouse. His eyebrows were doing the Groucho Marx thing, and I sensed that he'd guessed where I was going and what I was about to do.
I shook my head with mock disgust at the club man-whore. "You must be desperate if you want to see a fat boob leaking milk." They were so big and swollen they felt like balloons ready to burst.
His laughter caused several heads to turn our way. "All tits are beautiful," he said.
I continued inside to one of the sofas and settled into it. There was no one around, and I prayed that it stayed that way long enough to fill Ava's little belly. I unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked the cup, and pulled it down, baring my breast. As soon as I brought Ava up to it, her little mouth latched on to the nipple and she began to suck with greedy contentment. The relief was instant for me, and I let out a sigh.
My body had changed since I’d had Ava. I'd always had an hour-glass shape, but now my curves were fuller and softer than they’d been before, and a couple of stretch marks lined my stomach. Did I care? No. The old ladies had complimented me on my luscious curves, and the way that some of the men's eyes lingered on me backed up their statements. But more importantly, the changes had brought me Ava.
I smiled down at her as she suckled. Her eyes were already closed, indicating that she was falling asleep. Her little mouth continued to work though, and the noises she made caused my heart to swell with love. I was amazed at how much one little tiny human being could make me feel. Her soft brown curls and brown eyes, the tiny freckle on the tip of her button nose, all captivated me.
As I stared down at her cubby face and rosy cheeks, I tried not to wonder who her father might be, because it didn’t matter. I hated those men and what they'd done to me, but I could never hate Ava. She was perfect.
I heard the outside door open, but I kept my gaze lowered to my daughter. My breast was exposed, but her tiny hand rested upon it, and her mouth was still latched on to my nipple. I hoped whoever had stepped inside would keep going. As soon as they were gone I'd take Ava to the old room that I'd once shared with Sax and lay her down in the playpen kept on site for visiting babies.
A woman's giggle accompanied by a man's low murmurs drew my attention to the doorway.
And my heart stopped.
I'd been told that Sax was gone, that he'd turned nomad, but there he stood, stock still in the doorway with shock on his deeply tanned face, and I swear that he wasn't breathing. His eyes darted back and forth between mine and the baby at my breast. It was hard to tell what he was thinking in his frozen state. And when his eyes finally lifted to mine, there was no disguising the emotions simmering in his hard, accusing eyes. The skin stretched tight over his lean jaw, revealed a tic, while his mouth pressed so tight that his lips turned white.
My heart fluttered wildly at the raw anger on his face, and I could barely breathe. I could feel the scorch of his hate and betrayal as if someone had bundled me into an electric blanket and turned it up high. Why wasn't he saying anything? What was he thinking?
That he hadn't been expecting to see me was obvious. It appeared that neither one of us had been warned the other was coming. Maybe no one had known. My gaze shifted to the woman at his side. She was young, eighteen or nineteen I guessed, and much too young for Sax, yet she had the look of an older, experienced woman. The look in her blue eyes had turned curious, and then gradually filled with dawning realization that all women got when they knew they were encroaching on another woman's man.
I recognized the challenge in her smirk and the way she wrapped her arms around Sax's muscular bicep for what it was. She thought I was a threat, and she was staking her claim on him. I don't know how I kept from crumbling with hurt right there in front of them. What had I expected? I knew the day would come when I'd have to face him again, and that when I did I might find that he had moved on. But now that the moment was here, the reality was destroying me inside, because deep down I'd hoped that he loved me too much to look at another woman.
I knew that kind of thinking wasn't fair.
The only thing that prevented me from getting up and leaving the room with as much dignity as I could muster was that my daughter hadn't let go of my nipple yet. I knew from experience that if I pulled away too soon she'd wake up, and I didn't want that to happen. I was trapped, literally, beneath the accusing glare of the man that I loved more than anything. The only thing left for me to do was pull myself together and act as if seeing him with another woman wasn't killing me.
"Hi, Sax." I cringed at the crack in my voice.
"When the fuck did you get back?" he practically snarled.
I hadn't expected a warm welcome from him. "A couple of weeks ago." I cleared my throat. "When did you get back?" I asked, letting him know that I knew he'd gone away, too.
"Today."
Oh. The girl next to him huffed as if to remind us that she was still there, but neither of us looked at her.
"I see you didn't waste any time in getting that baby you wanted."
I flinched at his hurtful words as his eyes narrowed over Ava, and I could see that he was working something out. "You didn't want me to touch you, but you sure as fuck let someone inside else inside that greedy pussy."
A sharp gasp escaped me as the assault that I'd endured instantly flooded my mind. I couldn't believe he'd said that. The Sax that I knew would never have been so cruel or hurtful on purpose. He knew what I'd gone through, how hard I'd fought my attackers. To insinuate that I'd loathed his touch but let another man have me was an insult. I felt the warning sting in my eyes and knew what was coming next. The girl snickered with amusement, her presence making the situation worse.
"Come on, sweetheart, I'll take you up to my room."
His words cut through me like a knife. With the girl clinging to his arm, Sax led her toward the stairs. Words escaped me as I watched them climb the steps, knowing what they would be doing once they reached his room. By the time I remembered about the playpen it was too late and they were out of sight. I sat back against the cushions and slowly regained my breath.
Ava's limp little body revealed that she was done and sound asleep. I knew that she would stay that way for at least a couple of hours. I felt numb, barely noticing when Bobbie came into the room until she was practically standing over me.
"Honey, are you sleeping with your eyes open?"
I managed a small smile. "I must h
ave zoned out," I admitted. "Bobbie, can you do me a favor? Sax just took his girlfriend upstairs and the playpen is in his room." I couldn't believe how normal my voice sounded.
"Say no more, honey, I'll be right back."
She rushed up the stairs, and while she was gone, I fixed my nursing bra back into place. When she came back down the stairs without the playpen, the first thing I thought was that she'd been too late, and that Sax and his friend were already going at it. I tried not to visualize them naked and in bed together, but that was hard to do. Why would he take her to his room if he wasn't going to fuck her?
"I moved the playpen to mine and Demon's apartment," she explained. She held her arms open and down toward me. "Now let me have that little one and I'll take her up for you."
"Are you sure?" I carefully handed Ava over.
"Yes." She cuddled Ava against her chest. "None of us knew Sax was coming home today or we would have never put you there in his room," she explained regretfully.
"No worries. I should probably go home tonight anyway." I'd originally planned to stay the night for the adult party and then return home in the morning, but now that Sax was here I had no desire to stay.
"Oh, no you won't." She pulled the receiving blanket Ava was bundled up in over her bare legs. "Demon and I won't be using the apartment tonight, so it's yours. And you know you can still come to our house."
That had been the original plan, but once I'd been talked into staying for the party I'd had to change it. If I was going to stay up late it just made sense to remain at the club. I smiled at her invitation. "Thanks, but once Ava goes down for the night I don't like to wake her. I appreciate the use of the apartment, though."
"Anytime, honey. I'll be back."
I watched Bobbie for a minute as she carefully walked up the stairs with my most precious cargo. But no sooner had she disappeared around the corner than Sax appeared. His gaze automatically came to me, and I caught my breath and stood up. His expression was still raw and angry, his eyes hard, glittering orbs of burnt sienna that scorched me where I stood. He looked like he wanted to hit something or hurt someone.
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