by Amy Davies
“No pun intended, huh?” Opal says. I jump, completely forgetting they were in the room with us. Looking over, I see Edge sitting in the floor, leaning against the bar with a cloth, dabbing the cut above his eyebrow.
“You okay?” I ask him. He gives me a smile and takes the glass of amber liquid off Opal.
“Never better, baby girl. I should have made sure he’d told you before opening my mouth.”
“Yeah, you should have, fucker,” Magnum says, but there’s no more anger in his tone.
Bringing my gaze back to Magnum, I remove the ice pack from my face and press it against his jaw, which I can see is also swelling. With locked gazes, we stare for a few seconds before I speak.
“Shut it, Joey Masters.”
Magnum stands and hold his hands out to help me up off the floor. Not wanting to miss an open opportunity, I bring my arm back and punch Magnum in the balls. He lets out a loud puff of air and falls to his knees, cupping his junk.
The boys bellow out laughter as I climb to my feet and look down at my man. A man I thought I would never get to have. But look at us now.
Over the years, I had a fantasy of a boy, but now I have the reality of a man.
Bringing his watery eyes to mine, I smirk at him then offer my hand.
“You okay down there?” I ask, grinning like a fool.
Expecting him to be pissed, I’m surprised when he takes my hand and climbs gingerly to his feet. Keeping my hand in his, he yanks me forward so I fall against him. With no hesitation, he brings his mouth down onto mine; the kiss letting me know that we’re okay, but at the same time showing everyone who sees that I’m his.
“You are so fucking kissing that better later, babe.” Nodding, I smile at him, then give him a stern look.
“Now, tell me everything.”
Eleven
Magnum
I take Kara to my room and shut the door behind us. We wait for Lash to arrive. Thanks to Click and her men, we were able to get the information we needed to get Lash out of jail. He’s the club’s doc, as he used to be an army medic with us crazy lot.
“Sit, baby,” I tell her. I frown when I see the swelling on her eye has gotten worse. The blood has stopped some, but it’s still leaking.
“I’m not a dog, Mag.” I chuckle hearing her shorten my name. It’s only ever been Click who did that. Hell, not even my parents shortened my road-name. Jacob calls me Magnum, but my sister only calls me Joey.
“I know that, babe. Please sit,” I tell her, walking into my bathroom to get a damn cloth to clean the blood off her beautiful skin. I take a look in the mirror and see the damage Edge did to my face. Shaking my head, I quickly clean myself up before leaving the room and seeing Risky laying down, curled into a ball, sleeping like a baby.
I guess the antics at the cabin and being hit in the face takes a toll on a person. Fuck. She is damned beautiful and has no right being with a prick like me. She is way too fucking good for me, but luckily for my dick, my heart is a selfish bastard.
“Baby, turn over, I need to clean you up.” She stirs and moves to sit up. Just as I touch her face with the cloth, there’s a knock at the door.
“Come in.” Moving Risky into my lap, her head rests on my chest. The feel of her against me feels like home, as corny as that sounds.
My dad always used to say that when he first met my mom; being around her felt like home. That’s how he knew she was the one for him. And my father was a bigger whore than me and most of the boys here; but one look at Lilly Simpson, and he was a goner. She played hard to get, but my father ate that shit up and they finally got together. Not long after, my brother was born.
The door opens, breaking my thoughts, and Lash steps into the room, his old lady, Sonia, aka Sweets, right on his heels.
“Hey, man. Hey, Sweets,” I greet. Kara sits up, sensing that we aren’t alone anymore. Looking down, I see her eyes assessing them both. Being here for such a short amount of time, I know that she hasn’t met everyone, and Lash and Sweets were on a mini vacation after the shit that went down.
“Hey, Pres. So, this is the chick that has you in knots and fighting with brothers?” Lash says. He isn’t one to beat around the bush. Man has no fucking filter at all.
“Be nice, Leon,” Sweets speaks, slapping her old man in the stomach. “Hey, Magnum. Hi, Kara. We’ve heard a lot about you.”
Moving closer, Kara sits up to greet her. My girl is not a rude bitch at all. Offering her hand to Sweets, she smiles at her.
“Nice to meet you, too. I’m glad everything got sorted out for you guys,” Risky says to Sweets, then turns to Lash. I smirk up at him, and he waits to see what she has to say.
“I am the girl that has him in knots, and who has his dick in my hand—well, hands, because let’s face it, one hand is nowhere near enough to hold that thing. But as for causing the fights with the brothers, not me. Wires got crossed and I was left in the dark. Now your brother knows not to keep shit from me.”
With that, she curls back into my body, her hand flat on my chest. Laying a kiss on her head, I look between Lash and Sweets and see them smiling at me. I bounce my eyebrows at them and grin.
“I like her,” Sweets says.
“Of course you do, I’m awesome,” comes a muffled reply from Kara against my chest. We laugh, and I adjust her on my lap so Lash can see her.
“Okay, the swelling should have stopped now. The ice was a good move. Let me see if this cut needs stitches or not.” Lash prods at her eye, making her wince.
“Careful, brother,” I warn him. He cocks a brow at me, making sure he heard right. We have a short stare off before he nods and checks her more carefully. I know she can handle it, but I don’t want her to have any unnecessary pain.
“I think butterfly stitches will do; it isn’t that deep. You took it like a champ from what Opal said out there, and got one in on the Pres, too,” Lash comments, making Risky laugh.
“Yeah, well, it was my fault I got hit.” Risky shrugs, bringing her gaze to meet mine. “I should never have tried to stop you guys. A pair of brutes like you two can do some serious damage to anyone who messes with you.” Kissing the tip of her nose, I smile at her.
“You can do the stitches here?” I ask Lash. His eyes are wide as he takes in the scene before him. My boys have never seen me this caring with a woman that isn’t family before. Yeah, I respect the Regs, but I don’t care or have feelings for them, not like I do for Kara.
“Yeah, brother.” We sit in silence as Lash sorts out Kara’s wound.
It doesn’t take him long; I sit with her in my lap while she chats to Sweets. She shifts her ass and it rubs against my jeans, effectively pushing the zipper down on my dick, which is getting harder by the second. The hand on her thigh tightens, and the other slides up the back of her t-shirt. Her breath hitches.
“You okay?” Lash asks her. With pink-tinted cheeks, Risky nods. He brings his gaze to mine, and I grin at him. He shakes his head at me and stands, pulling his latex gloves off and throwing them in the trashcan. Sweets packs his bag up and they both stand to look at us.
Me, their Rugged President who had no intention of ever getting an old lady, now sitting in front of them with my old lady in my lap. Fuck, how can things change so fucking quickly? How can one woman make me change my way of thinking with only a beautiful smile and a sexy, smartass mouth?
“Right, we’ll get out of your way and leave you horny fuckers alone. Come on, babe.” Taking his medical bag from Sweets, they say their goodbyes and close the door behind them.
Thank fuck. I need to have my girl. Her rubbing her ass over my cock has me on edge, and the need to fuck her is beyond words.
Cupping Risky’s jaw to turn her to face me, my gaze slides over the injury, and I wince. The swelling has stopped, and the three butterfly stitches stand out against her tanned skin.
“I’m fucking sorry, baby. I know you say that it was your fault, but fuck me, I should never be fighting like that in front of y
ou. Before you throw some macho, hard-ass chick shit at me, I know you can handle it, but I didn’t want you to see that from me. Fuck what everyone else thinks of me, but not you. I need you to see the good in me, baby, because you are so fucking far out of my league,” I tell her, leaning in to kiss her lips gently.
Me saying this shit to her may seem soft as fuck to some people, but behind a hard-ass man there is a harder lady with a heart of gold, who accepts her man’s softer side.
“You need to let this shit go, Mag. I’m fine, and you are fine. Edge is fine.”
“Edge is a fucking asshole,” I bite out. Sighing, she continues.
“It’s done, and you will move on. Now, I need you to make me feel good.” She smiles at me, moving so she’s straddling my lap. My cock between us pulses, the heat from her pussy seeping into my body, even through the denim. It’s making me leak like a broken tap.
“You want me to make you feel good, babe?”
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs, kissing my neck. The feel of her lips against my skin sends my body crazy. Sliding my arms up her back, I drag her deep purple camisole along her body, then lift it over her head and drop it on the floor, leaving her in a black lace bra and black shorts. Moving my hands down her body, I run my palms over her calves, down to her ankles, pushing her Converse off her feet.
“You sure you want this?” I pull back and ask her.
She doesn’t reply but reaches around and unclips her bra, throwing it over her shoulder. Nodding, I lift her to her feet, then tug her shorts and panties down her legs, kissing her stomach, loving the feeling of her soft skin under my lips.
One thing I will never get tired of is how her skin feels beneath my touch. Moving my lips over her stomach, I kiss each hip. I eye the small elephant tattoo on her hip. Looking up at her, she shrugs.
“I thought it looked cute,” she explains. Shaking my head, I move over to run my tongue around her navel. She shivers, and I smile against her body.
With my hands on her hips, I spin us, so she’s lying flat on the bed. Her eyes scan over me as I slowly strip out of my clothes. My cut is draped over the chair carefully while the rest of my clothes are flung off in quick succession.
Standing naked in front her, I take my cock in hand and pump slowly, using the pre-cum to lube the fucker up. Kara licks her lips and gets on her knees, crawling over to me.
She slaps my hand away and wraps her tiny hand around my shaft. The anticipation of her taking me whole into her mouth is enough to bring me to my knees. No one has ever taken me fully, so I pray to the cock gods that my girl can.
“Get that delectable mouth around my cock, baby. Take him all the way down. I want to feel the back of your throat,” I grind out.
With big eyes on me, Risky leans forward, licking the head of my cock. My pre-cum sticks to her tongue as she pulls away, leaving a thread between us. Fuck me, that’s sexy.
“Damn, baby, that is some sexy shit. Open for me,” I tell her, cupping her jaw under her chin, holding her in place so I can slide my cock into her throat.
My gaze is locked on my shaft as it slides across her pink tongue; the warmth and wetness coating me. Inch by inch I slide deeper, my gaze flicking between her eyes and her mouth. Her eyes are firmly locked on me. I swear she even smiles a little, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
“You like the feel of my cock in your mouth, Risk?”
She gives me a nod and swallows. I feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat and freeze, waiting for her to gag. But she doesn’t. My eyes widen when the realization hits me.
“You have no gag reflex,” I state, my voice dropping a few octaves, making it deeper. Pulling back, she licks her lips before swallowing again. She slowly pumps my shaft before she replies to me.
“Nope. I thought you’d like that.” She winks at me and runs her mouth over the side of my cock, then the other side, before engulfing my cock with her warm, wet mouth.
“Holy fucking shit. Yeah, baby.” I grip her head; her hair is knotted between my fingers as I tighten my hold.
Up and down her mouth moves over my cock, using the saliva as lube. The heat from her mouth is beyond words. My balls start to tighten, and my spine tingles, but I don’t want to come in her mouth.
“Enough, baby. That mouth will bring any man to his knees, and by any man, I mean me; only I get to have those lips wrapped around my cock. But I need to come in your pussy,” I tell her, gently pushing her shoulders so she falls back.
Moving in, I stare at the most exquisite woman I have ever seen. Her cheeks, and chest are flushed, and she’s only sucked my cock. Clearly that turns her on to no end. Luckily for her, I love having my cock sucked, so she will have free rein of it.
Picking up a condom, I roll it over my shaft and climb between her thighs. Again, the heat from her pussy is felt through the latex makes my cock twitch with need.
“After that mouth, I don’t think I can go slow, babe,” I tell her, breathing harshly through my nose. The need to drill into her is driving my cock, my balls and my head crazy.
“I don’t want gentle, Joey. Fuck me, Magnum style,” she says to me with a grin that tells me everything I need to know.
My girl won’t break.
We stare at each other, trying to reach each other’s souls. I slam into her waiting cunt. Her cries fill the room, my grunts mixing with them. I fuck her, hard. In and out like a jackhammer, my cock finds its home; in Kara Lornes’ P-Town. And the fucker is taking up permanent residency.
“Yes, like that. Oh shit,” she pants out.
With one hand on her hip, I slide the other up her body until it reaches her throat. Half expecting her to pat my hand away, I tighten my grip. Her eyes widen a fraction, but the desire shining through makes my grip flex.
“Harder,” she whimpers. So, I do. Thrust after thrust I bring us both to a climax I’m sure the boys will hear. My spine tingles and my balls draw up, and I know I’m close, but so is Kara. Her pussy is spasming around my dick, pulling him in.
“Fuck, come, baby. I’m so fucking close to blowing my load inside of you.”
Sliding my hand from her hip to her pussy, I thumb her clit. Her back arches off the bed as she comes in a flurry of screams and muscle spasms. I stare at her as her eyes squeeze shut, as her mouth parts with pleasurable cries. After three more thrusts, I’m coming. My hips falter, so I slow down, dragging out my orgasm.
Damn, that was intense! It’s left my body shaking. Only Kara has ever done this to me.
My body gives in and I lay on top of Kara. Her arms instinctively wrap around me, holding me to her. Turning my head, I breathe her in, catching my breath. This is exactly where I want to be.
“Baby, you need to go see a doctor. I want you bare as soon as.”
“Okay,” is all she says, before her breathing evens out. Lifting myself off, I clean us both up before climbing into the bed next to her and drifting off into a blissful sleep wrapped around my girl.
Twelve
Kara
It’s been four days since I took an elbow to the face. The swelling has gone down, and it seems to be healing okay. Lash told me to leave the strips on for a week and we will see how it is looking to decide if they need replacing or taking off.
Magnum has been great; still fussing over me at times, but I tell him every fucking day that I’m fine, and we need to move on. This bad-ass biker is like a marshmallow at times, but no way in hell I would I say that shit to his face.
The feelings I have for him are scary. I was here less than an hour and he was calling ‘dibs’ on me, and less than a week later he was claiming me as his old lady. I see a future with him, but I just hope that he sees it with me, or he will ruin my heart beyond repair.
“Hey, Risk. You look deep in thought.”
I blink and look up to see Edge sitting next to me on the sofa. I smile at him, my eyes scanning his face. His lip is healing from where it split, thanks to Magnum’s fist.
Tucking my legs under m
y butt, I turn my body a little to face him, locking my Kindle. Edge really is a handsome man, with dirty blond hair that hangs past his shoulders, though it’s mostly up in a man-bun. He has that stubble that looks like he paid a ton of money to make it look that good, but I know Edge, and everything about him is as natural and true as they come.
“Yeah, just thinking. I thought a good book would help clear my head, but not so much,” I explain. He smiles at me, taking the Kindle out of my hands and turning it back on.
“Oh, so you like all these porno books, I see.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me. Laughing, I snatch my Kindle back and close it down. I’m in the middle of reading ‘Cash’ by Victoria Ashley. Who doesn’t love sexy strippers with hearts of gold and a dirty mouth?
“Not porn. Yeah, they have loads of sex in them, but I like the story they have. A bit of angst and heartbreak never hurt anyone, right?” I say, shrugging.
“Very true. So, have you been heartbroken, Risky?” Edge asks, moving his body so his arm is resting on the back of the sofa.
“Not in the typical sense. I was heartbroken when my parents died.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. It happens sometimes when I’m overthinking, and my parents come to mind. I don’t shy away from memories of them, though. I love thinking about them and talking about the good times we had.
“Fair enough. No child should have to go through losing their parents so young.” He looks down at the rip in his jeans, picking at the thread, before he clears his throat and brings his gaze back up to me.
“You and the Pres doing okay?” he asks, his voice thicker than it was just a second before. Clearly his previous words have sparked emotional thoughts. Did he lose his parents young also?
“We’re good,” is all I say. I bite my lip, moving my gaze from his, not wanting him to see the uncertainty in my eyes.
The thing is, I’m scared shitless of what the future holds for us. Magnum has been a slut for all of the time I’ve known him, but now I’m back on the scene after years of not seeing him and he wants to become a one-woman man. I’m still struggling with that.
