Lucie grunted and I wasn’t sure why, but the squelchy sound a second later was clue enough. When I peered around her tit, I saw that Wolfe was there with a bottle of lube that I wasn’t even sure I wanted to know where he’d gotten it from. He was pouring it liberally between Lucie’s ass crack and Axe was pretty much salivating at the sight.
“Go get her, tiger,” I joked, laughing when Axe grinned back at me, totally stoked to be on the brink of shoving his cock into Lucie’s ass.
“Fuck her too, Flame. You know you want in her pussy as much as he wants her ass,” Wolfe growled, and fuck if he wasn’t wrong.
Shoving down and back, I angled myself so I was leaning on the sofa cushions rather than the back cushions, and though she was glassy-eyed, Lucie was as into this as us, and proved it when she reached for my cock and without even a second’s hesitation, was sliding down my shaft and showing me the way to heaven—and let’s face it, this was the only heaven I’d ever get to see in this life or the next.
She took a few seconds to adjust to the fullness, and I let her, taking those seconds to just savor the sight of her above me when it was something I hadn’t expected to see ever again.
I felt like a lucky fucker when she began to ride me, slowly dragging up and down my shaft with that silken wet cunt that clung to me like it never wanted to let me go, and hell, I’d probably have paid it not to if you could have a currency exchange with a pussy.
When Axe pushed his hands between her shoulder blades, it wasn’t a shock. He pressed her down until she was hovering above me, her forearms coming down to rest on either side of my head. Her hair fell forward, cascading into a curtain around us, and I smirked at her when, with her eyes on fire, she pressed her mouth to mine.
I felt Axe’s passage through her ass, not only through the tightness of her sex, but also because Lucie’s tongue would thrust faster into my mouth whenever he was pushing deep. By the time he was home, she was panting against me, and I was swallowing almost all of her breath—and I fucking loved it.
Surrounded by her in this way, her cunt clamping down on me, my brother getting as much out of this as me?
Hell, yeah, there was nowhere else I wanted to be right now.
Reaching up, I cupped her face and directed the kiss better. I wanted her focus on me as much as she could before Axe would set off—I knew it was coming. His groans told me he was just enjoying the moment, but the fucking would soon commence.
When he began to ride her, thrusting into her with enough force to make her body heat with friction as it came into contact with mine, I had no choice but to go along for the ride. She was fully stuffed and if I tried to move, there was no way I wasn’t just going to pop out. But fuck, I was okay with Axe doing all the work.
Heaven really couldn’t be better than this.
The only thing I could do was pulse my hips up, trying to get my cock as high as I could. When I began doing that, I knew shit had just gotten real. Lucie tore her lips from mine, her hands clawed at the cushions on either side of my head, and she screamed as she climaxed.
It was spontaneous and unexpected, and I wasn’t about to complain as her cunt sucked my seed from me better than a vacuum ever could.
Within moments, Axe and I were exploding inside her. Our shouts and cries were tied together as we came in our woman for the first time in far too long. I swear to fuck, lights flashed before my eyes and, deep in my ears, it felt like a goddamn death metal band had just surged into song because nothing, I repeat, nothing, could beat this moment.
Lucie was ours again.
Now it was just Wolfe’s turn to ram that home.
5
Dagger
When my brother slumped on Lucie, I had to hide a grin. Rocking back in the chair I’d taken possession of again, I watched as Axe settled on top of her for a few seconds to catch his breath before she released a gasp that spoke of someone being squished by her lover.
Within seconds, Axe was rolling off her and… onto the floor. Before I could do much more than snicker, Wolfe was there and shit got intense again.
With Flame’s help, he rolled her so that she was using Flame as a mattress, and spread her legs wide once more.
He’d never been bothered about sloppy seconds. Hell, neither had I. But he proved that when he dropped to his knees, his mouth way too close to Flame’s cock for most people’s comfort, and began to suck on her clit like he had a nasty taste in his mouth and she was his Lifesaver.
That was probably more fitting than I’d even intended.
Lucie was going to change our lives again, and I couldn’t complain about that.
Losing Lucie, his marriage to Kim, Bomber’s death and his subsequent promotion to Prez, had changed Wolfe. I couldn’t say that it was for the better either.
Lucie might soften him, might ease him up. I hoped so, because at the moment Wolfe was anything but happy, and because I loved the fucker, that mattered to me.
But shit, it wasn’t like any of us had been happy for a long time anyway. The day she’d walked out of those gates with Ryan at her side, I knew it was the beginning of the end for all of us. Our days of happiness had been numbered because, to us, Lucie was our bright spark. Without her to illuminate the darkness, there was nothing but pitch-black day or night.
Lucie was obviously sensitive, and her face was contorted with pleasure pain that I couldn’t stop myself from photographing. Fuck, I’d have that as my screensaver if I thought no other bastard could catch a glimpse of this. She was mine. Ours. And I wasn’t about to share her with anyone outside of this room.
Take good care of her this time. I’m not here to wipe up your messes, dumbasses.
The voice, deep in my head, had my eyes flaring wide.
That had sounded like…
No.
Impossible.
I whipped my head around, turning to look around the office, but there was no one in here. Of course there wasn’t. But…
When Axe cocked his brow at me, I clenched my teeth and tried to ignore the fact that Ryan, my dead brother, had just spoken to me.
Christ, I really needed to get some more sleep.
Blowing out a breath, I focused on what Wolfe was doing to our woman. My lips curved in a grin as I saw her face crumple and the sinews in her throat grow pronounced, as she rocked her head back and hollered out another orgasm.
Even as she was crying out from that, Flame was pulling out of her pussy and Wolfe was on her in less time than it took to blink. His cock slamming home in a way that had her knees coming up to clasp him, and her head swerving from side to side as his thrusts kept her orgasm rolling.
The moment was too intense for Wolfe to last long. I knew the bastard could go for hours, but where Lucie was concerned? All of us had blown our wads shamefully quickly. Still, there was time for that tantric shit later. This had been about claiming her as ours, and us making sure she fucking knew it.
When he roared out his own climax, I watched as she curved her arms around his waist and hugged him close.
The sight made me wish we’d done this in a bed, and even as I thought of that, I wondered which bed we’d even fucking use. We all had doubles, but that wasn’t enough and I wasn’t about to—
My lip curved in a sneer as I thought about the ramifications of sharing Lucie within the MC.
There was no way we were going to be able to hide this, but Wolfe, even though Lucie’s revelations had softened him, wasn’t going to let up—no matter what promises Axe made her. I just knew it. The fucker was stubborn sometimes, and it would probably end with Flame, Axe, and me beating the shit out of him to make him see that none of us were about to back the hell down.
She was ours.
Not just his.
And I wanted the fucking world to know that.
A few hours later, that desire was rammed home.
I was seated at the bar, with my phone in one hand and a bottle of Patrón in the other. As I took a swig, I looked at the two pictures I�
��d taken of Lucie. The one that had shown her face crumpled with her orgasm, and the one that showed her huddled between Wolfe and Flame in the aftermath.
I wanted that for us all.
I didn’t want to have to hide. Hiding had never sat well with me anyway. It was why I refused to lie. I was honest to the core with everyone except for the pigs.
When a lull came over the bar, it took a few seconds to reach my attention. When it finally did, though, I peered over my shoulder and saw Lucie had walked into the common room, her trajectory was me, but the lull? That came from my brothers who were gaping at her, muttering about her.
Because this was Lucifer Steeler, she tilted her chin up and ignored the rest. It was almost amusing to note that, in all this time, being away from the clubhouse hadn’t softened her. Not only did she not even blink at the fuck fest that was going down on the pool table—they hadn’t noticed the sudden heavy quiet that had accompanied her arrival—nor did she even blush at the two strippers on the bar beside me. They were dancing for everyone and not just me, but she didn’t even bat an eyelid as she made her approach.
Of course, that didn’t stop her from grunting at the bitches. “Fuck off.”
I caught their eyes and tipped my chin, backing up her order. With a huff, they carefully climbed down. They were naked except for a pair of six-inch heels that I was grateful to God for having come up with the idea, but how they walked in those motherfuckers I didn’t know. I was almost tempted to watch them walk away, but knew Lucie would have my balls in a fist if I made that move.
It surprised me that I wasn’t angry about that. Surprised that I didn’t mind her having my dick in a vise once more. If anything, it felt good. I’d had those sweetbutts too many times to miss random hook-ups, and nearly every clubwhore in the place had gagged on my cock.
In this life, sex was normal, natural. We weren’t prudes. We fucked where, when, and who we wanted…. Until it came to our old ladies.
We didn’t fuck them just anywhere.
If another brother caught even a glimpse of Lucie’s tits or pussy, I’d stick my fucking dagger in his eye.
Lucie broke into my bloodthirsty thoughts by grabbing the Patrón from my hand and taking a swig.
“Your dad got to them,” I told her softly, jerking my chin at the rest of the MC, most of whom had known Lucie from way back. “Things will change now that you’re back for good.”
That prompted another swig. “They’ll hate me until I can prove myself. That’s okay.” She cocked a brow at me. “I’m a big girl, Dagger. I can fight this battle.”
“Just…” I grimaced. “Tell me if they give you too much shit?”
“I can handle myself.”
“Don’t care if you can. You want to be mine, and I’m not about to let you be hurt. Be it with words or any fucker’s fists.”
Her scowl deepened for a second, then out of the blue, it lightened. “I don’t want to be yours. I am yours.”
“Semantics,” I grumbled, but I was amused at her dodge.
“Semantics are important for a reason,” she informed me piously. “Neither of us have a say in whether you’re mine or I’m yours. It’s just how it was always meant to be.”
“Why, Lucifer, have you gotten romantic in your old age?” I teased, dipping down so I could whisper the words in her ear. I was very satisfied when she shivered, then angled her head to let me get access to her throat.
I ignored the move for a second, content to brush my lips over the shell of her ear. Then, I dropped down and licked along the line of her throat. She shuddered, and I reached down, pressed my hand to her thigh, and let my fingers cup her slim leg.
“You tell me, Lucie, or I’ll make you regret it.”
“Regret it how?” she taunted, her eyes flashing wide at my threat.
“You know how I roll,” I retorted.
“I think I’ll survive. You didn’t scare me the first time you did it, why would it scare me now?”
“Because you turned civilian. You’re softer now—”
She snorted. “What makes you think we turned civilian, Dag? We lived on a compound of our own, sure, but we made goddamn ghost guns. You think we didn’t have to protect our patch?”
“You were in danger?” I growled, my hackles rising at the thought.
“No. But we had to prepare for any threat. Shit only changed with Ryan’s diagnosis. We moved to make sure that we were safe again, but the lengths we went to, to prepare ourselves for shit hitting the fan, didn’t die with it.”
I blinked at her, and though it was crazy, whispered, “I could have sworn I heard Ryan’s voice in my head today.”
My words didn’t prompt any snark or trigger a laugh as I’d thought they would. Instead, silence fell. Of course, silence was relative in the bar. Around us, the chaos had recommenced, and there were all kinds of hollering and shit as the two strippers who’d been moved off the bar by my woman, were now on the pool table with their asses sticking out as my brothers shoved pool balls in their cunts.
I added a mental reminder to Lysol the entirety of the pool table. I hadn’t given a fuck before. Shit, before I’d probably have watched the show—Vicky would shove anything up her pussy. I’d even seen her do shit with a cherry stem down there that defied belief.
“I hear him most days.”
My eyes flared wide at Lucie’s confession. All thoughts of the past, what I’d have done before, disappearing in the blink of an eye. “You do? What does he say?”
“You don’t think I’m crazy?” she whispered, taking another swig of the hard liquor. The level of tequila dropped substantially, but I knew she could handle her drink.
“I probably might have if I hadn’t heard it myself.” I shook my head. “I thought I was going insane, but I just—what he said, I couldn’t have made that up.”
She blew out a breath. “I wonder why he talks to us. I’d hate to think—”
When she broke off, I reached over and cupped her jaw. “What, baby? What do you hate to think?”
“I don’t know, not really. I don’t believe in ghosts, but I want Ryan to find his peace. Not be stuck in limbo or something because he wants to protect me.”
“Ryan was born to protect you.”
Her bottom lip was sucked in between her teeth. “That’s a strange thing to say.”
“No, it isn’t,” I rasped, staring deep into her amazing eyes. “He protected you when we let you down.”
Her eyelids lowered. “He did.”
“You don’t have to worry, Lucie.” I licked my lips. “We won’t let you down again.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“Can’t I?” I laughed. “Maybe not, but I can promise to do my best, right?”
She gave me a half-smile. “Right.” With her thumb, she motioned over her shoulder. “They’ll get used to me being back here.”
“Of course they will. We just need Wolfe to decide what he’s doing.”
That had her pulling a face. “It’s not his decision.”
“It’s our decision, but he’s Prez.” I shrugged. “He has to come around to the idea, but he will.”
“Jackass. If he thinks I’m about to let him—”
I hushed her. “Don’t even worry about it. Wolfe knows we love you just as much as he does. He just needs some time.”
“Maybe. I’ll give him some, but I’m taking my rightful place soon. I can handle their talk and their bitching. I know my dad turned them against me, and I get it, I do. But I’m not going to put up with it for long. Every time I walk into a damn room, the brothers either start whispering like old hens or catcalling. I’m not going to let Amaryllis see that.”
“Of course you ain’t,” I growled. “Who the fuck was catcalling you?”
“Some new brothers.” She winced. “So much has changed since I was here last and yet, it’s all pretty much the same.”
“At least drugs aren’t clouding things now.”
She jerked in surpr
ise at Flame’s abrupt entry into the conversation. I’d seen him coming, of course, but she hadn’t. Her back was to the rest of the room, by design or accident, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. As used to the clubhouse as she was, there were few women who weren’t sweetbutts who got off on the orgy going down behind us, so I took her positioning to mean two things.
One, she didn’t particularly mind the orgy happening behind her, but she didn’t want to see it.
Two, she trusted me to keep her safe from anyone who might attack from behind.
I hadn’t exactly let her down on that score, but I still felt guilty with the way she jumped.
“That’s true. This room used to look like an opium den and whorehouse combined.” She bared her teeth. “Now it’s just a whorehouse.”
I snickered, but my eyes flickered with heat when Flame dropped a kiss on top of her head. Flame was so self-contained, so fucking alien sometimes, that it was a downright pleasure to watch him interact with Lucie. Only she seemed to bring out the human in him, and I was gradually getting used to this softer side of my brother.
It helped that it had been a while since he’d gone on a job, and if he meant what he’d said the day Lucie had arrived, he wouldn’t be killing anyone for a long while if it meant he could potentially be locked up for it.
Shit like that mattered when you had a woman and a child.
She cuddled into him, letting him prop her up as he slipped one hand around her waist, then reached for the bottle of Patrón that was doing the rounds. As he took a sip, I cocked a brow when I realized his trusty lighter wasn’t anywhere in the vicinity.
“What is it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at me.
“Nothing,” I replied, not wanting to raise the subject when it wasn’t necessary. I just hadn’t seen him without that damn thing for… fuck. Years. I wasn’t even sure how often he filled the damn thing, but it was constantly being flicked on and off.
“You okay, baby doll?” Flame inquired, pressing his mouth to her ear. He had to speak over the music, so that was the only reason I heard him.
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