by Kay Marie
“Then fuck me like you do her.”
I pull out of him until only the tip of my dick is in his ass then slam back into him. I tighten my grip around his throat, reminding him who’s in charge as I pound into him. My balls tingle, letting me know I’m about to come. I thrust a few more times, each one harder than the last.
“Uhhh, Jared,” I groan out as I come, hard and fast. I pull out of, sliding down the bed and taking his cock in my mouth while I cup his balls in my hand. I let his dick hit the back of my throat and suck, massaging his balls. He delves his hands into my hair and grabs it. He meets the bobbing of my head with a thrust, making his cock go deeper in my throat and leaving it dripping with my spit.
“Fuck, Dex! I’m gonna come!”
I grab his ass, letting him know not to pull out of my mouth. I want to swallow every last drop. Two more thrusts and his hot cum is shooting down my throat. Once I’m sure I swallowed it all, I swirl my tongue around the tip, making sure I get every last drop.
“Holy shit,” Diesel says on a breath. “Who knew sex with another man could be so fuckin’ hot?”
I chuckle. “Don’t go gettin’ any ideas about any other guys.”
He rolls over so he’s straddling me. “You are the only guy I want. You and Tinsley are it for me.”
He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head, and crashes his mouth on mine. We fight for dominance with our tongues, making my dick bounce, ready to go again.
“Mmm, is someone a little insatiable today,” Diesel asks as his cock hardens against mine.
“Seems like I’m not the only one.” I nip at his lip.
“Round two?”
“As many rounds as you want.” I kiss him again
Another hour later, we’re both starving. We order pizza and search Netflix for a movie to watch.
“Tink sent us a text. Wren went into labor but Sketch told them to hold off on goin’ to the hospital,” Diesel tells me. “And the pizza is here.”
“I’ll go grab it.” I hop off the bed and slip on a pair of sweats. I walk out to the main room and Kicks walks in the front door with my pizza.
“Party in your room?” Kicks smirks.
“Yeah, and you’re not invited.”
He grabs his chest, feigning hurt. “That cut deep, bro.”
“You’ll heal quickly.” I laugh, turning and walking back to my room.
“Thank fuck. I’m starvin’,” Diesel says when I walk back in.
“Did I make you work up an appetite?” I wink at him.
“Hell yeah, but I could go for another round.” He smiles.
“And I’m the insatiable one?” I chuckle.
He shrugs a shoulder. “What can I say? You’re delectable.”
“Eat.” I kiss him on the lips. “Then we’ll talk about a round three.”
“I never thought I’d enjoy bein’ told what to do.” He smirks.
“I seem to have that effect on people,” I tease.
“Don’t get too cocky.” He shoots back.
I climb on the bed, sitting next to him with my back against the headboard.
“I’m glad the three of us figured things out,” he says after a couple of minutes.
“So am I. Everything feels right,” I agree.
We eat our pizza and fall into a comfortable silence while watching Bad Boys Two on Netflix.
32
Tink
When the girls and I walk out of the clubhouse, Marley sets Belle on the ground. She runs around her feet, never straying more than a yard away from me.
“She’s such a good puppy,” Marley says.
“Best birthday present I’ve ever gotten.” I smile so wide my cheeks hurt.
“The guys did good,” Minx adds.
“Y’all did good, too. Surprising me with all the banners. It was sweet,” I tell them.
“With how shitty things have been lately, we wanted to do something to cheer you up,” Marley admits.
“I appreciate it. Y’all are the best friends a girl could ask for.”
When we get to Minx’s house, Belle runs in front of me, jumping on my legs. I pick her up and carry her inside. There are even more birthday decorations covering the foyer. The living room has blankets and pillows covering the floor. All the girls are here except for Lo and Wren. Even Raven and Aria are here.
“Happy birthday,” everyone shouts at once.
“Thank you! Everything looks great.” Belle barks in my hands as if she’s saying thank you, too.
“Has anyone heard from Wren, yet? She should be here by now,” Minx says.
There’s a round of no’s. Minx walks out of the room to call her. I walk to the playpen by the window where Caden is playing with some of his toys.
“Aw, Cali, he’s so handsome,” I tell her.
“Thank you. It’s been an adventure with him and I love every second of it.”
Caden reaches his arms up, cooing and smiling.
“I think he wants the puppy.” Cali laughs. She bends over, picking him up. She brings him next to me and Belle. Caden starts giggling, reaching for her, and Belle is wagging her tail and trying to lick him.
“Looks like you need to talk Buster into getting Caden a puppy,” I tell her. We set them both on the floor in the middle of all the blankets and pillows, both with a couple of toys. Belle runs around Caden is laughing a full belly laugh at her.
“I talked to Sketch.” Minx walks back into the living room. Marley is sitting with Caden and Belle, taking pictures on her phone. “Wren went into labor and they’re on their way to the hospital. He told us to sit tight and he’ll call when it’s a good time for us to go visit.”
“Eek!” Cali squeals. “Another Savage baby! I can’t wait to meet her!”
“Did they ever tell anyone what they’re naming her,” Sienna asks.
“No, not yet. They were waiting until she’s born in case they change their minds,” Minx explains.
“So now we know where Wren is. Where’s Lo? How come she hasn’t been around,” Marley asks.
“I haven’t talked to her in a week and a half,” I admit. “She left a note saying she had to leave and would call me soon, but hasn’t.”
“I’m sure she’ll reach out when she’s ready,” Minx says. We fall into easy conversation, catching up on all the little things some of us may have missed in each other’s lives. We hang out and see each other all the time, but we don’t always get to sit and really talk.
“Marley, have you gotten everything planned for your wedding next month,” I ask her.
“Yes! Let me show you my dress.” She pulls out her phone, flipping through the pictures. She stops on one of her wearing the most gorgeous wedding dress I’ve ever seen. It’s an off white, lace applique, long sleeve dress. Peaking through the lace is a sweetheart neckline, silk spaghetti strap, knee-length dress. The lace applique covers her from collarbone to wrists, cascading down into a four-foot-long train. The lace pieces accent every line and curve of her body. It looks like it was made specifically for her. All eyes will definitely be on her in that dress.
“Marley, you look stunning in that dress! It’s one hundred percent you,” I tell her.
“Thank you.” She blushes.
I turn to check on Caden and Belle only to find them sleeping. Belle has her resting on his butt as if she’s protecting him even in her sleep.
“Look at these two.” I grab my phone and snap a picture, wanting to remember this moment forever.
“I ordered Chinese food. It should be here in fifteen minutes or so,” Rivet says. “Can’t have a girls’ night without the food.”
“Hey, Minx, what happened to Kara after Hollywood took me outside,” I ask.
“Kicks gave her the boot and called his aunt to come get her,” she explains. “We won’t be seeing her ever again.”
“Good,” I state.
“Why was she blaming Hollywood for Andy’s death?” Minx says.
“My guess is because she was so strung out. She
was looking for anyone to pin the blame on so she had somewhere she could channel her anger,” I tell her.
She nods her head. “That makes sense.”
“What movie should we watch first, birthday girl?” Marley asks.
“How about Made of Honor?” I suggest.
“Perfect!” Marley grabs the remote, turning Netflix on and searching for the movie. I shoot Hollywood and Diesel a text letting them know about Wren, then toss my phone on the coffee table. I prop some pillows up and get comfy. Caden and Belle are asleep next to me and Marley is laying on the other side of them.
After the food gets here and we all eat, we start with the pampering. There are some face cleaning wipes, five different peel-off face masks, some moisturizers, and nail polishes. I grab a cleaning wipe, swiping it over my face.
“Which mask are you going to try,” Marley asks.
“I’m deciding between the charcoal one or the vitamin C one.”
“Those are both good ones,” she says.
I grab the vitamin C one. “Yes to Grapefruit Vitamin C glow-boosting unicorn face mask.”
“It smells amazing and doesn’t rip your skin off when you peel it off.” Marley giggles.
I grab a headband to keep my hair off my face and apply the mask with the mask applicator. “It does smell good!”
Once my face is covered, I lay back on the pillows and watch the movie while it dries. Tonight has been the perfect ending to such a wonderful day.
33
Diesel
The next morning, I wake up to Hollywood’s arm draped across my abs. The only way this could be any better is if Tink was here with us. She needed the girls’ night though. Hollywood and I needed a night alone together, too. Everything about last night was better than I ever could have imagined it being. Hollywood stretches his arms out.
“Good mornin’,” I say to him.
“Yes, it is a good mornin’.” He glances up at me. “Have you heard from Tink?”
“I haven’t even looked at my phone yet,” I say. I grab my phone off the side table. One new text. I unlock the screen and open my messages.
From Sketch: Yo! Baby is here! Come visit anytime today.
“Wren had the baby,” I tell him.
“Better let Tink know. You know she’ll want to go see them as soon as possible.” Hollywood chuckles. I shoot Tink a text.
To Pixie: Good mornin’, Pixie. You awake?
“I’m gonna go shower and change.” Hollywood climbs out of bed. His sweats sit low on his hips, showing off his defined abs and the sexy v that leads to . . . “If you keep eyein’ me like that, we won’t be goin’ anywhere today.”
My eyes snap to his. “Tink wouldn’t be too happy with us.”
“Oh, she’d be more than happy because I’d make her stay in with us, too.” He gives me a devilish smirk.
“Go. Shower. Before I change my mind.”
“I’ll see you in a few.” He laughs, walking into the bathroom.
I shake my head, smiling. Checking my phone, I have a new message.
From Pixie: Yup! The girls and I are making breakfast if you and any of the guys want to come eat.
To Pixie: Be there soon.
I head to my room and hop in the shower, going through my routine as quick as I can. The whole time, I replay last night’s festivities. Living in the clubhouse, I’ve seen many men in various states of undress. I have the same parts as Hollywood, but I’ve never looked at another man the way I do him. I may have a cock, too, but now knowing what’s he’s packing and how well he uses it, I can’t get him out of my head.
When I’m done, I step out, dry off,and wrap the towel around my waist. I brush my teeth before walking back into my room to get dressed.
I walk outside to head up to Minx’s house, but I’m stopped by Clutch sitting at the picnic table.
“Diesel, my man. I feel like we haven’t talked in a while.”
I sit on the bench across from him. “It has been a while, huh?”
He nods his head. “I noticed you, Tink, and Hollywood are all finally talkin’ again.”
“Oh, it’s been more than talkin’.” I chuckle.
“Diesel, are you kissin’ and tellin’?” he teases.
I shake my head with another chuckle. “Nah, but things are good. Really good.”
“I’m happy for you. I’ve seen a change in Hollywood’s attitude as well.”
“I’ve never been so happy before. The three of us fit together perfectly,” I admit. “Hey, are you goin’ up to the house to get some breakfast?”
“I was thinkin’ about it, but no one else has gone up there yet.”
“Well, let’s go. I’m starvin’.” I stand from the table and nudge his shoulder.
“Alright, alright.” He gets up and we head for Minx’s house.
We get to the house and Tink is walking out the front door with Belle.
“Hey, guys!” She sets Belle down, who comes running full speed for me. I kneel, catching her in my arms as she barrels into me. Tink laughs, walking down the steps. “Looks like I’m not the only one happy to see you.”
“Hey, Tink,” Clutch says to her.
“Hey, Clutch. Your girl is inside waiting for you.”
“I better get my ass in there then.” He laughs and walks inside. I stand back up with Belle in my hands and take a few steps until I’m right in front of Tink.
“Hi, Pixie.” I kiss her on her soft, plump lips.
“You have a little more pep in your step than usual.” She pauses and gasps. “Did you and . . . “
I can’t fight back the grin.
“That’s fucking hot.” She smiles a mile wide.
“Has your mom called you yet,” I ask.
Her face falls and I instantly regret asking. “No, not yet. Today is the last day the hospital will hold his body. Tomorrow, they’ll send him to a funeral home and I’ll have a week to decide what to do.”
“We don’t have to talk about that right now,” I tell her. “How about after breakfast, we go visit Wren and Sketch?”
“Did she have the baby?” she shouts.
I nod. “I woke up to a text from Sketch saying to come visit whenever.”
“Oh my God, yes! We have to go!”
“Breakfast first, then we’ll go,” I tell her.
“Put Belle down so she can go potty, then we can go eat,” she sasses at me.
“Watch that tone,” I warn with a grin. I set Belle down and she sniffs around the yard, looking for a place to potty.
“I figured you two would be eating already.” Hollywood walks up behind us.
“H! You’re . . . “ Tink pauses, “glowing.” She laughs.
“What’s so funny?” He looks from her to me.
“She knows,” I tell him.
“Knows?” He mulls it over. His eyes widen when it clicks. “You told her?”
“No, I could just tell.” Tink smirks.
“You’re trouble.” Hollywood laughs and wraps his arms around her shoulders. “Let’s go eat.”
Belle lets out a single bark, runs up the stairs, and waits for us by the front door. Today is going to be a good day.
34
Diesel
After breakfast, we leave to go visit Wren and Sketch. Tink and Belle in my car with me while Hollywood follows us on his motorcycle. At the hospital, Tink manages to sneak Belle in with her and we go straight for Wren’s room. Luckily, Sketch texted me Wren’s room number so we didn’t have to ask a nurse.
“Knock, knock,” I say as we walk in.
“Hey! Y’all made it,” Sketch greets us. “Come on in. Come meet our daughter, Fallon.”
“Oh my God! Is that a puppy?” Wren whisper shouts at Tink.
Tink giggles. “It is. Hollywood and Diesel surprised me with her for my birthday.”
“I’m a terrible friend. I’m so sorry I missed your birthday.” Wren pouts.
“You are not a terrible friend and don’t you dare apolog
ize. You were busy bringing this beautiful angel baby into the world.”
“Do you want to hold her?” Wren smiles.
“Is that a serious question?” Tink sets Belle by Wren’s feet, then steps into the bathroom to wash her hands. She carefully takes Fallon out of Wren’s arms and her face softens. “Oh, Wren. She’s perfect. How did labor go?”
“It went well. The nurses were great! I was in labor for around nine hours and she was born at three-twenty-two this morning,” Wren tells her.
“A few hours sooner and we would be sharing a birthday,” Tink coos at Fallon.
Hollywood moves to her side. “Hi, Fallon. I’m your uncle H.”
“Do you want to hold her,” Tink asks Hollywood.
“Oh, no. She’s too small.” He takes a step back.
“Don’t be such a chicken shit, Hollywood,” Wren says to him. Sketch and I laugh. Hollywood looks from Wren to Fallon.
“Alright, I’ll hold her.” Tink hands Fallon to Hollywood. She coos at him and that’s when his heart melts for her. By the look on his face, this little girl has her uncle H wrapped around her tiny little finger. Tink gushes over Fallon, talking to her as she coos.
It’s in this moment, I see my forever with these two. I can see Tink with a round, swollen belly, carrying mine or Hollywood’s baby. It won’t matter who the biological dad is, because we’ll both be the baby’s dad. I take a moment to snap a picture of the three of them with my phone.
“You don’t look like a big, scary biker when you’re holding such a tiny pink bundle.” Tink laughs.
“My little, innocent Savage nieces and nephews will never see my scary side unless it’s toward someone who fucks with them,” Hollywood tells her.
Wren scoots over in her bed and pats the spot next to her. “Tink, come sit and talk to me.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, seeing Mila’s name flash across the screen.
“I gotta take this. I’ll be right back.” I step out of the room and answer my phone. “What’s up?”
“Are you in a bad mood,” Mila asks.
“No, why? What do you want?”