I have started looking for another job because I don’t want any of this blowing back on Brogan. Kids hear the wildest things from grownups and tend to be cruel with their words, and that’s the last thing I want for Brogan.
But for tonight, I will be going to work.
Colin sits on our bed in just a pair of blue jeans and watches me finish getting dressed. He doesn’t say a word, but I can see the emotions flashing through his eyes. He’s pissed, but he knows if he pushes me on this it will just drive me to be more of a hardass. When everything is done perfectly the way I like it, I rise from my position in front of my vanity and go to him. He pulls me between his legs. Pressing his face into my stomach, he breathes me in while holding me tightly.
“I don’t like this, but I know I can’t stop you. I love you. You have to know that, but I made sure the guys know they can’t go to Dusk on nights that you’re working.”
“Colin, you can’t keep the guys away.” I pull back from him so I can look in his eyes.
“The fuck I can’t. If I could stop you, I would. If the club wouldn’t kill me for loss in revenue, I would have shut Dusk down before I let you back on that stage, but I can’t so this is the next best thing. No member of my club will see you naked again. It’s bad enough that they already have, but you weren’t mine then.”
The tone in his voice is final and although I want to argue, although everything he has just said has me bristling, I turn to walk away. Just as I reach the door, he cages me in, pushing my front up against the door, stopping me from leaving the room.
“Feeling pissed off, love?” he asks right beside my ear.
“Whatever, you do you and I’ll do me. I’m not going to fight you on this again.”
Before I have the chance to move, his hand cups my breast.
“How about I do you and then you go to work? We can both just try to be a little less pissed at each other?” He grinds his erection into me from behind and I can’t stop from moaning even if I wanted to.
Colin has tried this before, fucking me into submission, but it doesn’t work. I push back against him, trying to turn around, but he doesn’t allow it.
“You can’t fuck me into submission, Pope. I have a mind of my own and won’t simply fall in line because you want me to. I’m not some piece of club ass you can command to do whatever you want.”
The air in the room shifts, becoming thicker. Pope shoves me against the door again.
“You keep telling me you aren’t club ass.” His voice has an edge to it and suddenly, I don’t feel so confident anymore. “But I have never treated you like club ass. In the years you have been back with me, part of the Gypsy Bastard family, I haven’t even touched the club ass. But you always want to assume. Maybe I should show you how I treated the club ass before you came back into my life.”
There’s a threat behind his words, but I don’t have time to figure it out, no time to apologize for being a bitch or to stop him. His left-hand leaves the door then tangles in my hair, pulling hard. He tugs my head all the way back, suddenly biting down hard on the pulse point in my neck. I try to slip out of his grasp, but there is no escape as he holds me as he wants me, keeping me trapped against the door with his big body.
“Colin?” The word leaves my lips in a whisper, so soft I wonder if he heard me.
“No, love. You called me Pope. That is clearly what you wanted and that is what you’re going to get.”
Before I can comprehend his next move, he has me turned against the chest of drawers, sweeping everything off the top in one harsh move. Glass shatters on the floor and I’m thankful Brogan is visiting at Gage’s house until later. Colin, or should I say, Pope, pushes me down over the piece of furniture while still gripping my hair. My eyes tear up due to the sting and although I know I should be afraid, I have never been more excited.
He flips my skirt up, revealing my naked ass to his gaze, bared to him by the fact that I am only wearing a tiny red thong. I don’t have a chance to speak as his hand lands on my left cheek. God damn, does that hurt! I try to pull away but he simply uses the leverage on my hair to push me down again.
“You asshole,” I hiss at him. He only chuckles behind me, rubbing his hand lovingly over the spot he just smacked.
“You have no idea the kind of asshole I can be, but before you leave here to go and do the job we both know you no longer want, you will know.”
He punctuated the end of his sentence with another smack to my ass before soothing over it. A moan slips past my lips and I know he wasn’t expecting it because his whole body tenses. I don’t want to react this way to him, to what he’s doing to my body, but I can’t stop myself. No man has ever touched me this way or treated me this way, and I am so turned on I can’t help it. I didn’t know this side of Colin existed. I didn’t know I would like it, but it is driving me nuts.
He pauses for a moment, then continues to rub my ass. I can’t turn my head to see him, but by the tone of his voice, I know he’s smirking at me. “I love the way my handprint blooms on your ass. Showing my ownership. So pretty and pink. When you take your clothes off tonight, every asshole there will know that you belong to someone, that they can look but they will never have you.”
While he talks, he uses his feet to push my legs further apart. I’m probably in the most obscene position of my life. Bent over a chest of drawers, my skirt flipped up to put my ass on display, his red handprint on my ass, and my hair in a tangled mess between his strong fingers. And even though I know I should be pissed, I should feel shame or that what he’s doing is something I don’t want, but I just can’t find it in me. When his palm connects with my buttocks again, I can’t help the gasp that leaves my lips, and when he caresses the spot, a moan tumbles forth again.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I don’t answer, but he doesn’t need an answer as he runs his hand between my legs to feel my soaked underwear. The moment his fingers connect with my wetness, he hisses.
“Fuck, Storm.”
All coherent thought flees from my mind as another set of my underwear is snapped and two calloused fingers are shoved into me. An inhuman sound escapes me as I push back against his hand. He pumps into my pussy, using first two then three fingers, provoking my knees to feel like they might buckle beneath my weight. I can feel my orgasm approaching faster than I thought was possible. But Colin removes his fingers from me with such speed I’m left feeling dizzy and deprived.
Pulling back on my hair again, twisting my head to the side, he stares into my eyes. “I’m going to let go of your hair, but hear me, if you move a fucking inch, I will stop. Understood?”
I don’t speak because I can’t. I only nod in agreement. The Irish lilt he usually speaks with has become more pronounced. The color of his eyes has changed. Where they are usually bright green, they have gone so dark they are closer to forest green. His pupils have expanded to the point where they almost cover any color left.
His hand leaves my hair and I don’t move. I’m terrified of him stopping at this moment. I need to know what will happen next. He runs his hands over my ass, cupping the mounds then moving on. His hands skim down my inner thighs only an inch from my pussy and I have to force myself not to move to get them where I want them. He runs his hands down my leg to my calves and I realize he’s crouched behind me.
“You look like a fucking goddess. Legs spread wearing these fucking blue heels. My mark on your ass and your puffy, wet pussy on display for me. You have no idea what you fucking do to me.” His voice is hoarse and even if I wanted to say something, I couldn’t because he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks, leading me to shriek and my back to bow.
The smack to my other cheek is unexpected and I moan again.
“Stop moving,” he says with a growl before biting my inner thigh hard enough I know there will be a mark.
Throughout my life, I have never thought anything could be as hard as standing still is at this moment. But as soon as I stop movin
g, Colin returns his mouth to my core and starts to eat me out like it’s his damn job. I resist the urge to grind down on his face but the struggle is real. His tongue runs from my clit all the way back to my now sopping wet entrance, then going back to my clit. He sets a punishing tempo that drives me wild and pulls sounds from me that are foreign to my ears.
Again, he thrust two fingers into me. I go onto my toes as another smack lands on my ass. It’s a warning not to move and he knows he doesn’t have to say it, so he just continues to torture me with his mouth. My orgasm builds in my toes and moves through my body, and just when it starts to crash over me and I experience the best orgasm of my life, he removes his fingers from me. He doesn’t stop the suction he’s currently applying to my clit, only sucks harder. Just when I think I can’t handle any more, he slips one of the fingers covered in my juices into my ass. I scream. My body trembles and a second more powerful orgasm overtakes me as my knees actually give out.
But I don’t hit the floor. No, Colin has a hand around my waist, holding me up, pushing me into the fucking drawers again. His finger leaves my ass and I hear his belt and jeans hit the floor. With no preamble, he shoves all eight inches of his hard cock into me. I feel like I am losing my fucking mind and no longer care what he says as my body bows beneath his.
“If you stop, I will fucking kill you,” I say with a growl once I’ve regained my breath.
“If I stop, I will fucking die,” he answers.
His hands on my hips guide me as he takes two steps back. “Hold on to the edge, love. Hold on tight.”
The moment my fingers curve around the edge of the piece of wood, Colin starts moving. His thrusts are punishing, moving my entire body with every shove. His hands leave my hips, traveling upward to the collar of the shirt I’m wearing. He grips it tightly, and rips it down the middle. I want to be upset that he has ruined two items of clothing in the last ten minutes, but can’t find it in me as he unclasps my bra, freeing my breast. Not for one moment does he stop thrusting into me and I know every time I move, with every step I take, every shift of my hips when I dance later tonight, I will feel him.
“Fuck,” he growls in my ear as another, unexpected orgasm sweeps through me. My pussy clamps down on him and he grunts in my ear. His hand travels from the breast he’s fondling, over my stomach, and down to my overly sensitive clit, where he starts rubbing circles again.
“You are going to come for me again.”
I shake my head because it’s too much, but he just continues.
“You will come for me again.” He punctuates the demand by pinching my clit and setting off another orgasm I didn’t know I was possible of.
“Fuck yes.” He stills behind me and I feel the moment his cum shoots out of him and into me. Feel it coating me and marking me his even more than I was a half-hour ago.
“Fuck, woman.” His breathing is heavy as he rests his forehead on my back. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
A laugh bubbles from my chest and soon he joins in, holding me to his chest as we both laugh. Turning me to face him, he kisses me softly, almost reverently. “I have never done that to or with any other woman. I just want you to know that. But I do look forward to doing it again.”
Me too.
Chapter Fourteen
Pope
After fixing her hair and getting dressed in a different outfit, Storm leaves to go to work. I don’t let her shower before she leaves. I like the fact that she smells like me and hope that it will keep other men away from her. I’m not nearly as pissed as I was about her going to work, but that might have to do with the huge hickey on her neck she can’t hide. Or maybe it’s the smile on her face that she can’t disguise that proclaims her to be a woman who is well fucked by the man she loves.
After getting my jeans and shirt back on, I grab my cut and both Brogan’s and my helmets and head out the door. I’m going to pick up the little dude with the Harley, drive around for a little while, and then we can stop somewhere for burgers and ice cream. Brogan loves being on the bike with me and can’t wait to be old enough to have his own.
Driving to Sparrow’s house, I can’t help but replay everything that happened between me and Storm earlier. She may think that I try to fuck her into submission, and sometimes I might even try, but she isn’t the one submitting, I am.
I didn’t want her to go to work, but I let her, knowing that if I pushed, it would only cause a fight. I know she’s looking for other work even though she didn’t tell me herself. She doesn’t like to be told what to do and the harder I push this, the harder she will push back. I need to calm down and just let it be. She will be out of there sooner rather than later.
One thing that does help is the fact that Kaiya is now also working at Dusk. She took Hadley’s place as a waitress, giving her some money of her own and the freedom to do what she wants. I know Mad Dog wasn’t impressed but he couldn’t do anything about it either. I mean, he doesn’t have a claim on her as his woman, so he’s totally fucked. But with Kaiya there, she has promised to keep an eye on Storm and let me know if there are any problems. Kaiya has taken to Storm and tends to treat her like an older sister. But because of everything Kaiya has been through in her life, she is also completely overprotective of the people she has in her life. That serves to give me a little peace of mind.
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As I pull up outside of Sparrow’s house, the boys both come running out to greet me. They are laughing and falling all over themselves and each other to get to me. Seeing Brogan just be a kid and enjoying himself brings joy to my heart. When he first came to us, he was such a serious child, always trying to be perfect and apologizing for everything. But now, after getting to know us better and spending time with hurricane Gage, he seems to have relaxed and is enjoying his life more.
“Hey, Dad.” He waves at me as Gage crawls up my body in an attempt to hug me. Hearing him call me that always makes my heart skip a beat. He has never called me anything else. He says it’s because I was never a stranger to him and it breaks my heart that I sometimes feel like he’s still a stranger to me.
“Hey, bud.” I smile over at him, hug Gage, and set him down. “Where is Sparrow?”
“On the porch drinking a beer,” Gage answers while he pulls his face in distaste.
Laughing, I move past them into the house. Luna is standing with her cell phone pushed against her ear but smiles and waves when she sees me. Moving past her, I head toward their back yard where Sparrow is chilling on a blue garden chair. Crossing the deck, I grab a beer out of the cooler and take the seat beside him. For a moment, we both just watch the boys, who are now in the back yard running around playing. It’s a companionable silence that wraps around us and we are both just happy to be there.
The door to the kitchen opens and Luna walks over to us.
“I have to go into the hospital. Someone just quit mid-shift and now they are short-handed in the ER. I should be home by nine at the latest because then the next shift will be in.”
Sparrow’s shoulders tense but he doesn’t argue. He hates Luna working in the ER because it can be dangerous at times, but just like with Storm, the more he pushes Luna, the more she will push back.
“All right, mi amor. But if you’re not going to be here and Storm is working as well, I think us guys should have a boys’ night.”
Luna laughs as the boys pick up on the conversation and come running toward us. “I think that is a great idea. Just the four of you doing all kinds of manly things.”
The boys smile at each other and fist-bump as they excitedly start chatting with each other.
“Just going to get changed and I will come and say bye before I leave.” Luna ruffles Gage’s hair as she returns to the house.
“So, what would you guys like to do?” I look right at Brogan when I ask the question.
“Are we taking the bike?”
“Yes. I brought your helmet and there are jeans and a jacket in my saddlebag.”
“Ca
n we go to the lake?” He watches me closely to see my reaction, as though he’s still afraid he will ask the wrong thing.
“Sure. Don’t see why not. Maybe get a burger and eat out there for dinner?” My gaze drifts to Sparrow to ensure he agrees with my plan, but he simply smiles and nods.
“Yes!” both boys crow in unison, running off into the house to presumably get changed.
Before either Sparrow or I can speak, my phone rings and I fish it out of my pocket. Storm’s face flashes on the screen and I have a mini panic attack as I put the phone to my ear.
“What’s wrong?” The moment the question is out of my mouth, both Sparrow and I are up out of the chairs and moving through the house.
“Nothing.” The pout in her voice is clear.
Giving Sparrow our signal to show that everything is fine has him stopping in the kitchen and grabbing us each another beer.
“Then why are you sulking?” As I’m speaking on the phone, I see Luna head down the hall from their bedroom toward Sparrow.
“You have to come and get me. I drove with Kaiya and she needs her car to get home later.” She doesn’t say anything more but I know her well enough to know there is a story. I head outside toward my bike as I wait for her to continue. Sparrow and Luna are short on my heels.
“I can’t dance, okay? I feel dirty with all of these guys watching knowing what we did no less than two hours ago. Are you happy now?”
“Ecstatic. Just hold on a second.” I press the cell phone to my chest and wait for Sparrow to finish kissing Luna. Luna walks over and gets in the car, rolling her window down.
“Brother,” I call out to Sparrow. He turns toward me.
“I’m just gonna get Storm from work and then I will be back for boys’ night. You okay to watch the kids?”
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