Drake
I was happy knowing that Ashlyn was right where she was meant to be, here with me at my patched party.
“Is it all sorted?” Prez asked me as he slapped me on the back.
“Yep, I’m taking her there now.” I downed a shot of whiskey for courage just praying that she liked the place I picked out for us to live.
“Don’t forget this,” he handed me a leather jacket before he strolled away. I gazed around the room looking for Ashlyn and she was on the dance floor with Cammie, she looked sexy as fuck and happy. I sauntered up behind her and placed the leather jacket over her shoulder. She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled.
“What’s this?” she asked as she slipped her arms into it.
“Properties, darlin’. You’re all mine and everyone needs to know about it.”
“It’s too hot in here to be wearing this,” she complained as she went to remove it. I grabbed the sides of the jacket and pulled her close towards me.
“Good job we’re headed out then, isn’t it?”
“Where we going?” She asked as she waved to Cammie.
“It’s a surprise, but you have to drive.”
“If it’s surprise how will I know where to go?” She asked as we began walking out towards the clubhouse door.
“I’ll direct you, smartass,” I slapped her on the bum and she yelped.
“Yo, Iron. Where you going man? The main show is about to start,” Toes called out.
“I got something to show Ashlyn.” Just as I said that the music started and two women strutted onto the stage.
“Come on man, it’s a girl on girl show.”
“Enjoy,” I chuckled as I placed my hand on the bottom of Ashlyn’s back and guided her out of the clubhouse.
“You don’t want to stay and watch some girl on girl? It is your party,” Ashlyn asked as she stopped walking.
“Nope. I got everything I need right in front of me,” I smiled.
“Oh.” Her face fell and I didn’t know what I had said wrong.
“Darlin’, what is it?” I asked as I tipped her chin up to look at me. Her eyes were red and it looked like she was about to cry.
“The thing is, it’s not just me, Drake…” I cut her off.
“All I need in my life is you and Lacey, darlin’.”
“Really? Both of us?”
“Of course, you’re my girls. Come on.” I slipped my hand into hers and we ambled towards her car. “I can’t wait to get this bloody cast off,” I grumbled as I opened the driver’s door for Ashlyn to climb in.
“When does it come off?”
“Got a doctor’s appointment next week.” She settled into the driver’s seat and I rounded the car to climb in beside her. “Ok, darlin’, head out of the compound and turn left.”
We pulled up outside of the cottage in Saint Germans and Ashlyn had a confused look on her face.
“Welcome home, darlin’.” I kept an eye on her, I wanted to see all the expressions on her face.
“Home?” she whispered as she turned off the engine to face me.
“Yeah, if you and Lacey like it, that is. It’s only ten minutes away from the club, in case I’m needed for an emergency and thirty minutes away from your mum and dad. Do you wanna look inside?” She nodded enthusiastically and I dug the keys out of my pocket.
She fell in love with the place, she gushed over the beams that were still visible and the fact that it had an en-suite off the master bedroom. The cottage was already furnished with sofas, a kitchen table and bedroom furniture. I had already told her we would buy new beds.
“There are four bedrooms, a bathroom and en-suite. Kitchen/ dining room and large living room. What do you think? Can you see us three living here?”
“Yes, Drake I love it. It’s perfect. But how?”
“It’s one of the properties that the club owns. So, cheap as chips. You won’t want for anything darlin’, neither of you. I promise.”
“Do we need somewhere this big?”
“Yes, it won’t be long until all the bedrooms are full,” I winked at her.
“I like the sound of that,” she sauntered over to me, throwing a little extra sway in her hips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I held onto her hip with my good hand. “We need to talk about what happened while we were separated.”
“Yes, we do. But not tonight. Tomorrow,” she nodded, smiling, right before she planted her lips onto mine. She kept stretching up on her toes to get closer to me, usually I would have lifted her up in my arms but it was a bit more difficult with my arm in a cast so I moved us over to the sofa. I sat down and she didn’t hesitate to climb onto my lap, straddling me. We kissed until we struggled for breath and then I started trailing kisses up and down her neck, she squirmed in my lap, rubbing her heat against the bulge in my jeans. She threw her leather cut off, she would soon get used to the weight and heat it brung.
“Dray,” she moaned and I knew exactly how she was feeling, I couldn’t get close enough to her either. I ripped a whole in the tights between her legs and pushed her underwear to the side, as soon as my fingers trailed over her, she threw her head back and pushed her pelvis into my hand. She was soaking wet, my fingers slid inside of her easily, she braced her hands onto the sofa behind me which caused her tits to be right in my face, the corset she was wearing had them bulging at the top and I couldn’t resist licking and biting into them.
“More,” she pleaded as she moved back so my fingers fell from her, she quickly worked on my jeans and freeing my cock. She didn’t waste no time and I was soon feeling her warmth surrounding me. There was nothing better than being buried deep inside of her, the woman I loved, the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with, the woman who would carry our children. Those thoughts alone had me pumping faster and harder into her.
“Drake,” she panted as she placed her forehead against mine, her eyes were closed and I knew she was trying to hold on, waiting for me. I was about to blow any second and needed her to release first. I loved the feeling of her warmth strangling my cock, forcing the release out of me. I used my thumb and pressed against her clit, her hips bucked into mine before she screamed out, throwing her head back, I popped open the top of her corset, her tits fell free, bouncing in front of me, that was all it took and I was shooting inside of her.
“Fuck, darlin’, you are amazing.”
“Did you just lose your load by looking at my tits? Like some fourteen year old boy?” she giggled.
“Fuck yeah, I did. Those are some amazing tits,” I admitted.
Once we had both calmed our breathing and Ashlyn climbed off on top of me we decided to head back to the party.
“When are we moving in?” she asked as she kept her eyes on the road, getting us back safely in one piece.
“Whenever you want, darlin’. I just don’t want to be apart from you any longer.”
“It had better be tomorrow then, I don’t want to spend a night without you. I’m staying at the clubhouse tonight.”
“You bet your fine ass you are. I need to enjoy all of you.”
The prospect on the gate let us straight in and Ashlyn parked her car outside the clubhouse doors.
“Come on, let’s get to bed.” I said as I held my hand out to help her out of the car.
“Look, lady, I can’t let you in,” I heard the prospect say. I looked over to the gate and a woman with dark hair was standing in front of him.
“Hold on, darlin’, let me just see what’s going on,” she nodded her head and I ambled down towards the gate.
“Steve, what’s the problem?”
“Oh, please, can you help me. I need to see Blade or Heather,” she pleaded as she stood in front of me.
“Sorry, you’ve got the wrong club. They are in Devon.” I looked around and couldn’t see a car. “How did you get here?”
“Taxi,” Steve added. “He dropped her off and drove away.”
“What about Solar?” she asked with hope i
n her voice.
“You know, Solar?” I asked.
“Yes, well, no, well kinda.” She couldn’t stand still and it made me question whether she was a junkie or not. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot and her clothes were wrinkled and dirty.
“Darlin’,” I called out to my shoulder at Ashlyn. “Can you get Solar, please?” she nodded and hurried off into the clubhouse.
“What’s your name?” I asked as I grabbed hold of her arm and pushed her sleeve up, no marks. I did the same on her other arm.
“What are you doing? I’m not a junkie,” she sounded hurt.
“I’m not expecting no company,” Solar complained as he walked towards us with Ashlyn.
“Oh thank God, Solar.” The woman threw herself at him and he had to catch her.
“Listen lady, I don’t know what you want or who you are, but…”
“Please, you have to help me. The police aren’t doing a good enough job, I don’t know what else to do,” she cried.
“Do I know you?” he asked her.
“Not really, you helped me a little while back. You saved my son from being run over in the road.”
“Jasmine?” he frowned. She nodded. “Where is your son?”
“That’s what I need help with, he was kidnapped over a week ago and the police can’t find him.” Ashlyn gasped beside me and I pulled her into my arms. “Please,” she begged, holding on to the front of Solar’s leather cut. “Please, help me find my son.”
Drake
Ten Years Later
“Dad,” Lacey was calling for me as soon as I stepped in the front door. It hadn’t been a tiring day, just local club stuff to deal with. But I needed a fucking beer and a kiss from my gorgeous wife.
“Yes, princess,” I called back, not knowing where in the house she was. I sauntered into the living room to find it empty, I carried on to the kitchen and that’s where she was standing, my beautiful wife, with her large round tummy and my daughter on her hip.
“Hey, darlin’,” she turned around to face me and she looked tired. “Here, give me Poppy.” I reached my arms out for our two year old daughter and she happily came to me. She was another spitting image of Ashlyn with her blonde hair and blue eyes.
“Daddy!” she squealed. I kissed her cheek and looked back at Ashlyn.
“You ok, darlin’?” I kissed her lips and she melted into me.
“Yeah, just tired,” she yawned.
“Come and sit down.” I led her through to the living room and placed Poppy onto the rug and surrounded her with toys to hopefully keep her busy for two minutes. “Where’s Katie?” I had heard Lacey as soon as I stepped in the door but not our middle daughter. She was eight and fiercely independent.
“She’s still at art class. She should be home any minute.” Just as she said that we heard a car horn beep outside, that would be Katie’s best friend Jessica’s mum dropping her off.
“I’m home,” she called out, we heard the sound of her school bag hitting the floor before she ran upstairs.
“Nice to see you too,” I called out after her. “How’s my boy?” I asked as I rubbed my hand over Ashlyn’s tummy. This one was never planned, Ashlyn had always said she didn’t want to have a baby once she was over thirty five and in two months she was going to be thirty six, but our boy was due to make an appearance in just six weeks.
“I swear he doesn’t have a lot of room left in there,” she smiled.
“Dad,” Lacey called out again, followed by what sounded like a heard of elephants running down the stairs.
“Yes, Lacey?” I asked as she walked into the living room.
“Dad, stop touching mum. We have enough babies around here,” she huffed.
“Last one, princess, I promise,” I told her.
“Yeah, I know. I heard mum telling auntie Cammie about you getting the snip or something,” she waved her hand in the air like it was old news. “Anyway…”
“Really, is that right, darlin’?” I asked Ashlyn. She screwed her face up and nodded.
“Dad?” Lacey shouted, trying to get my attention.
“Yes, princess.”
“Daddy, up,” Poppy shouted. Lacey rolled her eyes, picked Poppy off the floor and placed her on my lap.
“Can I please talk now?” Lacey placed her hands on her hips and she looked just like Ashlyn.
“Dad?” Katie called out from the kitchen.
“Why do they all want me?” I groaned at Ashlyn.
“Because you’re the softest with them,” she giggled.
“Well, that’s going to have to change. What’s up sweetheart?” I asked Katie. She strolled into the living room munching on an apple, she was more like me with my dark hair, but she had Ashlyn’s eyes.
“Hey, I was waiting here first,” Lacey complained.
“Ok, Lacey, you’re up. What did you want?” I waited for her to start talking when Ashlyn whispered in my ear.
“Just stay calm.” Calm? What the hell was she on about?
“Dad, can I go to the cinema with Luke?”
“Sure,” I answered, was that all?
“She means with just Luke.” Ashlyn spelt it out for me. She wanted to go out on a date? She was only thirteen.
“No.” I looked at Katie. “If you want to go out on a date too, then I’ll save you the breath in asking. Nope.”
“Eeewww, no dad. Can I stay up to watch the Whale show on the discovery channel?”
“Sure,” she was into everything marine, from fish, dolphins and whales to mermaids. Her bedroom was painted in an under the sea theme.
“Dad, please?” Lacey pleaded.
“Pwease,” Poppy joined in, laughing.
“Don’t you start,” I said to Poppy, tickling her tummy. She screamed out in joy and then was begging to go to mummy.
“How old is he?”
“Fifteen.”
“Hell no.” I remember what I was like at fifteen. My little girl would not be going. “Dad, please?” she pleaded. I really hated saying no to her.
“Fine, if you can get him to come here, to meet me and he doesn’t run away you can go to the cinema with him.”
“Really?” she asked, jumping up and down.
“Really,” I nodded.
“I’m going to go call him,” she ran out of the room and back upstairs.
“Drake, what are you doing? She can’t go out on a date at thirteen.”
“Calm down, darlin’. I’ll get a few of the guys around here and we’ll scare him off.”
“Dray, he’s only fifteen.”
“Relax, darlin’. After this she won’t want to date until she is at least twenty,” I smiled.
“Yeah right, you wish,” she laughed.
It was difficult being in a house full of girls and I dreaded to think what it would be like when they were all above sixteen. I don’t think my nerves would cope, but by then I’ll have my son to help me too.
What once was a forbidden love turned into my most treasured love.
Fighting Love
(South Coast Brothers #4.5)
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Kacey Hamford
Beauty
“B, you’re on.” My boss shouted as he stuck his head around the door into the changing rooms.
“I’m not dancing tonight. I danced last night.” I told him as I looked at him through the mirror of the dressing table I was sitting at.
“Cici went sick, you’re covering her. Just for one song. No arguing, get out there.” He slammed the door behind him and I exhaled the breath I had been holding.
I had worked at the strip club ‘Skins’ for nearly a month. It wasn’t the ideal job, but it paid for the poxy bedsit that I lived in.
I quickly added some pale lipgloss and ran the brush through my long, dark, straight hair.
I made my way onto the stage and stood behind the curtain, I shook out the nerves from my hands and cracked my neck.
“You ready?” Tim the sound guy asked.
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p; “Yeah. What am I dancing too?”
“Pillow Talk by Zane.” He hit play and the music started just as the curtains started to open. I always requested that the lights were on bright and aimed at me. It made my job easier. I didn’t have to see the faces of the creepy guys that came here to oogle us girls.
I started off slow, swaying my body to the music and when the tempo increased, so did my moves. I used the pole to help my dancing look sexier. I had no idea if I looked sexy, I just did what felt right.
As soon as the music stopped I grabbed my discarded dress and stepped down off the stage. This was always the best way to finish after a dance as the guys always handed over extra tips.
I was counting the notes in my hand as I headed back to the changing rooms. At least with dancing an extra night I’d be able to eat well this week.
“Hey, sweetness.” A raspy voice sounded. I looked up and saw Riz standing in front of me.
“Hi, Riz.” I smiled. When he didn’t speak I went to step around him, but he blocked my path.
“When are you going to come to the club with me?” His hands gripped my bare waist and I couldn’t stop the goosebumps that erupted over my skin.
“You know what will happen if I come to the club with you. Your brothers will think I’m a club whore. I don’t sleep around.”
“You’re a stripper!” He laughed, tightening his hands on me.
“Exactly, a stripper, not a whore.”
Riz was a tall, skinny guy with some muscles. His dark hair was short and he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days giving him a nice amount of stubble.
“You go to the back room.” He stated.
We had several back rooms here where some of the girls took the clients to give them extra special treatment and earned themselves a lot more money.
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