Forgotten & Found: A Dark & Dirty Sinners' MC Boxset

by Serena Akeroyd

  Sure, it wasn’t the same way Giulia might have responded, by breaking the bitch’s nose, but hell, for my woman? She used words, not violence.

  I liked that.

  Fuck, I might get her to talk dirty to me later just by being all fancy-like.

  I almost smiled at the thought, until she muttered, “What are you looking so cheerful about?”

  I grinned at her. “Nothing.”

  “Yeah, looks like it,” she retorted, but her lips were twitching, and in her eyes? Happiness. Fuck, that floored me every time I saw it.

  Once upon a time, I’d have thought nothing of dragging a bitch onto the table in front of Sin and fucking her, and while I really wanted her here and now, every bit of Lily was mine.

  No other fucker could see her, share her, hear her, or smell her.

  I didn’t share Lily.

  Her cheeks grew pink at my prolonged stare, but I was okay with that.

  She needed to know what I felt for her. What she did to me.

  I knew it strengthened her, made her feel more powerful. Hadn’t she come running over to me and leaped into my arms like that was her natural place yesterday?

  I mean, it was, but this was the chick who’d almost been as uptight as Laura Farquar.

  If I’d ever imagined a day where she could let loose to that extent, it hadn’t been outside the clubhouse, in front of my brothers, at the compound.

  I knew she was still nervous there, and I didn’t blame her. A lot of funky shit went down around it, and that wouldn’t change. The clubhouse never changed. Didn’t matter how many Old Ladies made an appearance, things always stayed the same.

  Well, maybe Giulia had the power to change things. It depended on if Nyx became VP and how long Rex took to claim Rachel.

  “At least she knows now,” Lily was saying, her voice soft as she tried to soothe Tiffany.

  She scowled at her though. “She’s going to be a pain in the ass. More so than usual.”

  Lily shrugged, but the gesture was more helpless. Like she knew Tiff was right and didn’t have a way of making shit better.

  Far as I could tell, how Richard Farquar hadn’t divorced the bitch years ago was a miracle.

  She’d yet to leave the house, and somehow, every day, even though she knew she was going fucking bankrupt, and even though it was my woman bankrolling her, boxes turned up. Big fuckers. She was spending a fortune that wasn’t even hers, so if this was her moderating herself?

  Christ, no wonder Farquar had dug himself into shady business deals just to get his neck out from under the flood.

  Grunting at the thought of how stupid the prick must have been to let her ride roughshod over him to the extent where he got into bed with a fucker like Donavan Lancaster, I muttered, “What’s she going to do? Order more stuff off QVC?”

  Yeah.

  The queen of snoot loved shopping TV.

  Sin chuckled. “She buys from the shopping channels?”

  Tiffany’s cheeks burned. “You’re kidding me. I told her to stop doing that last week.”

  Lily shrugged. “I think she asked Conchita to put the mail in the kitchen until you went out.”

  “Fuck’s sake,” Tiffany muttered, before she raised a hand and rubbed her eyes. “I’m not even sure what to do about her.”

  “Nothing you can do,” Sin replied softly, but his hand stroked over her shoulders, and he squeezed one of them hard enough to make her moan a little before he gave her a little massage, working his thumbs into the back of her neck.

  She arched upward like it felt good, and it amused me to think that the sight did nothing for me.

  Now, if Lily had done that, my cock would be hard as a pike.

  “I have to do something. It’s Lily’s money, not mine.”

  “I can afford to buy the shopping channel, Tiff. She isn’t going to bankrupt me.”

  Tiff reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Who’s the fucking mother here?”

  Lily snorted. “Not yours. I mean, Laura’s brilliant when it comes to needing to know what to do with your hair, or wondering what to wear to the governor’s ball, but for real life stuff? She isn’t exactly trained for it, is she?”

  I cocked a brow at her. “No? Do you have to be trained for real life?”

  Lily stuck her tongue in her cheek, making me laugh. “Yeah, you do. She’s like a legit Southern belle. Reared to flit around and stuff.”

  “You can’t hear the accent,” Sin pointed out, his tone curious.

  “No, she had elocution lessons when Daddy told her it was bad for business.”

  Sin’s eyes widened, and hell, I couldn’t blame him.

  “Your father made your mom go for speech therapy because it was bad for business?”

  “I never said he couldn’t be kind of an ass. I loved him, but which part of me telling you that I knew he’d throw me out for being with you didn’t you get?”

  Sin sighed. “That’s a shitty father. I’m not going to be like that. And even if that kid in your belly has a Romeo or Juliet pining for him, we’re going give that kid the benefit of the doubt.”

  “You say that now,” I remarked dryly, “but when they’re older, and they’re starting to want to fuck bikers like us, you’re going to change your fucking tune.”

  Sin winced. “Okay. Maybe. Shit. We need to have a son, angel. Can you arrange that?”

  I snickered, so did Lily and Tiff. “Unfortunately for you,” Tiff replied, “your little soldiers are the ones who make that decision.”

  “Christ. Then I’m fucked. My dick led me astray until it pointed at you.”

  Tiff snickered at that, but she smacked him on the shoulder, and somehow, I knew shit was going to be okay for them, even if Sin was going to have the most expensive mother-in-law from hell, one who literally thought he was trash.

  I felt bad for him, and I felt bad for the fact that I didn’t have any in-laws to worry about, but when I watched Tiffany climb onto the back of Sin’s bike, I snagged my arm around Lily’s waist and said, “You gonna put your money where your mouth is?”

  She peered up at me. “What money?”

  I mocked her earlier pose, where she stuck her tongue in her cheek and pulsed. “That.”

  She grinned. “That was the visual for tongue in cheek.”

  “Looked like a blowjob to me.” I shrugged. “Either way, you gonna do it?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Will you let me do something?”

  Her gaze got all intense, I’d have been a fucking fool not to. “Sure.”

  She gulped. “It might take me a while to build up to it.”

  “You got it.”

  “You might not like it.”

  I snorted. “Lily, sugar tits. I got it. You can have your wicked way with me.” I spread my arms wide open. “All this is for you to play with.”

  She giggled like I’d wanted her to, then she grabbed my hand and insisted, “Come on then. Let’s get started.”

  I’d have been insane if my dick didn’t get hard, so when I followed her upstairs to our suite, the rooms we were going to expand to take up more space—because this place wasn’t massive enough—I flopped onto the bed, arms wide once more, and waited for her to do as she wanted with me.

  I stared up at the ceiling, gazing at nothing as she moved around, but not because I didn’t want to see, because I did. I really wanted to see.

  Curiosity killed the fucking cat, and only the answer brought Link back and all that shit.

  But, truth was, I didn’t want her chickening out on me.

  Every step forward where she expanded her horizons was a step in the right direction.

  Something plopped onto the bed, and I rolled my head to see it.

  When I saw a bottle of lube, a string of anal beads, and a butt plug, my eyes widened and my heart accelerated.

  I knew, point blank, this shit was not for her.

  I caught her gaze with mine, and muttered, “You sure?”

  “You wanted it
before, and we haven’t done it yet.” Before I could say a word, she was starting to unfasten the zipper on the side of her body.

  I never thought I’d date a woman who’d eat a meal in a bodycon dress just for a regular midweek evening dinner, but yep, that was my life now.

  As was this fucking mansion with a bedroom which my grandmother’s old house could have fit into three times over.

  When the material slipped off her, revealing her tits and no panties, my nostrils flared.

  “Should have warned me, sugar tits.”

  She grinned at me. “There’d be no fun in that, would there?”

  Tongue cleaving to the roof of my mouth, I started to kick out of my boots, then I jumped up and dragged off my jeans and tee. I wasn’t wearing my cut, mostly because I was at home, and as it hung on the back of the door that meant I was naked and so was she.

  “Wow, you’re so hard,” she murmured, her hand coming to shape my cock.

  “Bet your ass I am,” I rumbled, my head falling back as she began to jack me off.

  I sighed as she picked up a rhythm that I’d taught her, one that was exactly what I needed. Just that pinch of pleasure with a bite of pain. She didn’t think anything of it when I’d taught her to dig her nails in around the base of my shaft, and she didn’t think it was weird when I asked her to pull hard on my balls.

  The joys of fucking a virgin.

  They were blank canvases, and they would do whatever you taught them.

  Perfection.

  I was leaking pre-cum by the time she finished, and when she asked, “How do you want to do this?”

  I could hear her nerves.

  Couldn’t blame her. She was weird where her ass was concerned—naturally—and this was the first step down a path I knew she registered was going to change things for us.

  Without saying a word, I rolled on the bed and stacked my hands under my shoulders, my knees under my hips.

  The sight had her breath hitching, and when she touched my ass, I got the feeling this wasn’t going how she imagined, but I liked to get to the good shit fast.

  Sure, I could kiss her, make her come, make her relax, but I knew my Lily.

  She didn’t want that.

  She wanted to pull the Band-Aid off.

  Next time, we could do stuff differently. Work up to the play, but now? She wanted to get it over with, and I wanted her to fuck me.

  Damn, I loved this shit.

  As I wondered if there was ever a day when she’d peg me, I felt her hand slip down the crack of my ass. When she did, it made the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end, and I shuddered, loving the tender touch.

  It was so different from mine that my body responded to it on a different level. Her nails scraped over the inner curve before she tugged them apart, digging both sets of her claws into my skin.

  She hissed at whatever she saw, then she rubbed over the pucker of my ass.

  My balls drew up, my cock leaked some more, and I went down onto my forearms, because the touch of my woman’s finger on my butt?

  Fucking paradise.

  I shuddered when she reached for the lube and poured it down my crack, and I shivered when she pushed the tip of her finger in.

  I could feel her nail, and it wasn’t the best sensation, but because I liked the bite of pain, and because it was her, I knew I could come so easily it was ridiculous.

  Groaning when she pushed her finger into me more, I felt her flex it inside me.

  I turned around, peering at her under my arm, and saw her face.

  She was white, blanched, her skin sheened in sweat like this was a trigger for her, but also, she licked her lips like she wanted to taste me.

  Of course, that made me want to fucking groan because had I known this was on the cards, I’d have gone and fucking showered first.

  Just the thought of her rimming me was enough to make my cock weep some more.

  Fuck.

  I groaned when she bit down on her bottom lip, and for all that I could see she was nervous, and a little out of it, I also sensed she liked it.

  I spread my legs wider, and she hissed out a breath when my dick swung back and forth between my thighs. The next second, she had my balls in her other hand before she slid her fingers down to my cock, tugging as she jacked me off in this new position.

  Fucking hell!

  I groaned when she removed her finger, but the pressure of the anal beads being inserted into me had me shuddering once more. She pushed some in, then would pull it out right to the smallest ball before making me take it all.

  I knew, right then and there, she’d googled this stuff, because she didn’t act with hesitation.

  None at all.

  If anything, she was in control, which surprised me. Especially since I was the opposite of in control. I was already covered in sweat, and my muscles were twitching like an electric current slalomed through it from time to time, and when she shoved her finger into my ass when the beads were in deep and started jerking it around, I knew she was trying to find my prostate. She wasn’t doing it right, but I wasn’t going to argue over technique when this felt fucking amazing.

  The notion she even wanted to try to find it made me bury my teeth into my forearm, because the truth was I didn’t want to make a whimper, didn’t want to utter a sound, because if I did, my pleasure sounds might be similar to her pained ones when her father had touched her, and that was the last thing I wanted.

  I groaned when she sped up her pace, and how I didn’t explode, I’d never know.

  She pulled it out, tossed the beads on the floor with a splat, and suddenly a plug was there.

  It wasn’t little, definitely not a starter, and I guessed we should have had a conversation about what I could take, because this was too small, but it still felt like heaven as she pushed it in.

  Then, it didn’t matter, because she was between my legs, lying on the bed, and her mouth was around my cock.

  “Fuck!” I groaned, and I began to sink into her lips like I was sinking into her cunt, except I knew I had to be careful when I was feeling anything but.

  I shuddered as I slowly thrust into her, but she only let me do that a handful of times before she started tugging on the little ring pull at the top of the plug.

  The intensity of the moment made fucking fire blaze along my retinas, and though I could hear her starting to gag slightly, I was lost to everything as she carried on fucking my ass, pushing the plug into me, harder, faster. Digging it into me as deep as it would go, all while I fucked her lips.

  When I exploded, I heard her gag for real, but even though I should have rolled off her, I couldn’t, didn’t. I was blind. Endlessly seeking the pleasure only she gave me as I sank between her lips, wanting all she had to give.

  When I sagged down, my upper body smashing into the mattress, only then did I realize what I’d done. I jerked onto my back, terrified that she’d be cowering, crying, but I saw her laying there, sputtering still, only her eyes were half closed and her hands were between her legs.

  The sight had my nostrils flaring as I watched her finger fuck herself.

  Miracles happened, because my cock hardened again, especially when my body reacted to the presence of the plug, and I grabbed a firm hold of it around the base as I moved toward her, rolled myself between her legs, and sought out my home.

  She didn’t tense up, didn’t even freeze, if anything, she sighed as the tip burrowed between her lips.

  And I knew, then and there, I could slide home.

  I could.

  It would be bliss.

  Heaven.

  What wouldn’t be? The hell that’d come after when I took from her when she wasn’t ready.

  So I backed off, even if it killed me, and instead of sliding into her, used my dick to get her off. Within seconds, she was creaming around me, tempting me again, but I evaded it.

  I had to.

  I wasn’t about to fuck this up. No way, no how. Respecting her boundaries, gaining
her trust, helping her to embrace change were three ways I’d made her fall in love with me. And Lily’s love? The only thing in my world that I couldn’t live without.

  Tiffany

  The pounding music didn’t bother me.

  I actually liked it.

  The chatter and hollers of a bunch of men who were way past drunk?

  It amused me.

  The sluts dancing on the pool tables? The ones with their mouths full of cocks I didn’t need to see? The ones with all their holes stuffed full?

  No such luck. Funny? I wasn’t feeling it.

  “You need to let it go,” Lily yelled in my ear, as she grabbed my hand and tugged me into the makeshift dance floor.

  I let her, only because she was smiling at me, and fuck, this was one of my favorite songs.

  I had no idea how Anna of the North had managed to make her way onto an MC’s playlist, but I wasn’t about to complain.

  We passed a crowd of men and women, some dancing, some I knew, some shooting the shit, some unknown to me. I spotted cuts and patches, people from West Orange who weren’t brothers here, and I saw the Prez, who caught my eye, stared at me contemplatively for a second, before he cut me dead—not that I minded. He wasn’t a man to be messed with, and I knew my attitude could sometimes piss people off, which told me someone had been telling tales about me.

  As Lily raised my hands, I forgot about them all as we started dancing like we used to back in college before I’d fucked things up by doing the right thing. Knowing I wasn’t the only one feeling nostalgic, we grinned at each other, the heavy, pulsing synth-beat sinking into my bones, as we let our hands drift down the other’s arm as we twirled around.

  The music cut off, switching onto something more hardcore, then I heard Sin and Link snarl simultaneously, “Switch back to the other fucking song.”

  I laughed, and Lily’s giggle made my heart warm.

  When “Lovers” started up again, the gentle tinkling sounds that morphed into a dance beat which made the tension in my neck and shoulders disperse as I lost myself to the music, I didn’t even care that our men had caused the focus to shift onto us, I just fell into the song, dancing to it like we were twenty again, not ever so ancient at twenty-two and twenty-three.