by E. C. Land
“Honey, I’m giving you forever. I go where you go. Told you we were made for each other and I’m not about to lose you to some motherfucker who thinks he controls whether or not you live.” Releasing her, I go back to finish getting dressed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slip my boots over my feet.
“Can I wear one of your hoodies?” Jordan asks shyly.
Glancing up at her, I lift a brow, “You wanna wear my clothes?”
“I kinda like the idea of feeling as if you’re surrounding me.” A blush creeps up on her cheeks.
“You can have the shirt off my back if that’s what you want, but you never have to ask to wear one of my hoodies. They’re yours for the taking,” I tell her as I stand. Drawing her into my body, I give her an earth-shattering kiss. “Now, hurry up, I wanna grab something to eat before heading into church.” Swatting her ass, I push her toward the closest to pick out a hoodie.
“I’m ready,” she says a minute later as she pulls my black Harley Davidson hoodie over her head.
Figures she’d go for that one. It’s the one I wear the most.
Shaking my head, I grab her hand as I lead us out of my room, locking the door behind us.
Soon as we make it into the kitchen, I’m glad to find it empty of everyone else, though I’m sure I’ll be hearing about it when I get into church. I’m running behind but before I can head in there, I need to feed my woman. I realized when she came home from the hospital weeks ago that unless I push food on her, she won’t eat.
Burner may have been joking about me already being whipped, but I for one, couldn’t care less what he or anyone else thinks. Being whipped by Jordan’s pussy is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jordan
The moment Badger left the kitchen, I instantly missed his presence as I start eating the sandwich he made for me. I have to admit I’m starving. Going two rounds with him was quite the workout.
Badger calls it mind-blowing, earth-shattering but I think of it as more fate aligning our hearts. I suppose some people would think of it as dumb to believe in fate. However, deep down, I’ve always believed everything happens for a reason. Fate is something that will never be held down.
Maybe that’s why I had to go through everything I have. To be able to understand all of Badger. My belief is, you don’t really know the pain someone holds onto unless you’ve experienced some form of it yourself. Not everyone would agree but to each their own.
As I put the last bite of sandwich in my mouth, I stand to throw my trash away. I don’t know what I should do now that I’m done in here. I still feel awkward about being around everyone, even if I think they're all nice. Even in their own crazy ways.
Walking into the main room, I scan the area and spot Izzy sitting at a table feeding her daughter, Leanna. Cleo is sitting near her patting her own daughter’s back. As I move in their direction, Izzy glances up, giving me a smile, and then focuses back on getting Leanna to eat.
“About time you come out of hiding in the kitchen,” Izzy jokes.
“I wasn’t hiding, just thinking,” I murmur.
“Well, don’t just stand there have a seat,” Cleo says, pointing at the chair across from her.
Sitting, I begin to twine my fingers nervously, unsure of what to say.
“You know you don’t need to be nervous around us, right?” Cleo says quietly.
Instead of answering her, I nod my head.
“Jordan, I know you’re leery of us, but I promise you we all completely understand. I’m sure you’ve heard what happened to Connors and even Emerson, but we all have been through hell. If not for each other, we’d still be dealing with shit. Hell, Emerson still deals with the demons in her nightmares. And I don’t say that lightly, Emerson wanted me to tell you that much if I saw you before she got back from the shop,” Izzy informs me as she goes about giving Leanna the rest of her baby food.
“Thank you. I’m just not used to talking to anyone. Besides Connors and my friend from Sinners Cove, I haven’t really been great with talking to others,” I murmur.
“I get that,” Cleo mutters.
Glancing at her, I find her focused on her daughter's sleeping face. I hadn’t even realized she’d switched the baby’s position.
“You know, before we had Rosaline, I didn’t think I could have other children, not after what I went through and suffering through the miscarriage. I went completely numb, lying in my hospital bed. I was ready to end it all, though Stoney being the awesome man he is, stopped me. Gave me the option of giving up by taking my life or live not just for me but for Rage. He’d already lost so much, and losing me would have been his sinking point.” When Cleo looks up, tears shimmer in her eyes.
“What I’m trying to say, Jordan, is we all have demons, so whenever you’re ready, we’re here for you. Whether it be to scream, yell, vent or just sitting quietly and listening to music. Or better yet, sitting with the three ‘J’s’ between us,” she says.
“Three ‘J’s’?” I ask, confused.
“Oh, you know who, Jack, Jim, and Jameson,” Izzy answers.
“I’ve never drank before,” I admit my cheeks burning in embarrassment.
“No way, you worked in a club, yet you never drank anything?” Cleo asked in amazement.
“Nope, it’s not why I worked there.” Shrugging I glance over to the bar then back to Cleo and Izzy.
“Well, I’m gonna need to get you to show me some of your moves,” Izzy giggles.
“Shoot, I’m not worried about those moves. I want her to show me how the hell she beat all those guys in pool at Outlaw’s,” Cleo states.
“Now that is something I need to see as well,” Lynsdey says from behind me as she joins our group.
“How about I go put Leanna down in her crib, grab the baby monitor, and we all gather around the pool tables with the three ‘J’s’. Jordan can proceed in teaching us how to become pool sharks as we get shit faced. I honestly don’t remember the last time I did that,” Izzy suggests.
“Sounds like a great idea, though I’ll be DD and keep an ear out for the babies,” Lynsdey offers.
Guess we’re playing pool. Okay then.
“I cannot believe you made that shot without the cue ball bouncing off the table,” Cleo says in astonishment.
“It’s not that hard, honestly. It’s all in how you angle your pool stick with the cue ball,” I giggle as I line up another shot.
I lost count of how many games we’ve played as the girls continue to pour shots of liquor. The first couple shots burned my throat, causing me to cough as it went down, though, the more we drank, the easier it got.
“I still don’t see how you can make these shots,” Izzy asks, thrusting a shot in my face as I straighten back up.
Taking the little glass, I quickly downed the brown liquid. “All the ones I’ve shown you all so far have been simple mathematical shots if you think about it. Here, watch this one and you’ll see the difference,” I say, picking which ball I want to go for and lean my back against the edge of the table, turning to watch my aim as I balance the stick between my boobs and take the shot.
“Oh, fuck me.” Startled at the voice, I whip my head around as the girls cheer.
Can the Earth just swallow me whole? I did not want to have so many eyes on me.
“Jordan, I need you to teach me that shot,” Izzy giggles.
“No wonder her stage name was Vixen,” Cleo slurs.
“Have you all had a good time?” Twister asks with a knowing grin as he moves toward Izzy.
“Definitely,” she says, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“My eyes are scarred for life. Jordan, please don’t do that again,” Gadget grumbles as he rubs his eyes.
Badger steps toward me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “I have to say, babe, trick shots like that might be best to keep saved for the house. I don’t need my brothers seeing just how good you are.”
“Sure, but we don’
t have a pool table at home,” I say, dumbfounded.
“Honey, I’ll fuckin’ buy one if it means I see you doing trick shots like that one. Got any other ones I should know about?” he asks.
Giving him a shy smile, I say, “Maybe.”
“You ready to go?” he asks, pulling me into him. I instantly get the abruptness in his question.
“More than ready,” I murmur.
“Get a fuckin’ room, you two,” Burner grumbles as he walks past us.
“You sober enough to hold on?” Badger asks.
“I’m buzzed, but I think I can hold on,” I tell him.
Without another word, Badger lifts me up into his arms. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I let him carry me out of the clubhouse toward his bike.
Anticipation of what’s to come fills my stomach with butterflies.
Setting me down next to his bike, Badger climbs on and holds his hand out to help me on, but I wave it away. “I can do this easily,” I say.
“Whatever you say, Honey,” he chuckles, dropping his hand.
As I place a hand on his shoulder, I start to lift a leg only to stumble backward and fall on my ass. “Ouch,” I mutter.
“You sure you’re not too drunk to ride,” Badger asks, doing his best to hold back his sly grin.
“Shut up and help me up. All I did was lose my footing,” I say defensively.
“If that’s what you wanna call it,” he says, amused by my ass hitting the ground. Holding his hand out, Badger helps me up off the ground before planting me on the bike. “Slide forward, babe.” Climbing on behind me, he adjusts me in front of him as he starts the bike up.
“At least now I won’t fall off,” I giggle.
Sure, we have things to talk about which we’ll get to eventually, but like he said, we have all the time in the world to talk.
And honestly, I believe the best way to express emotions is through touch. Words can’t always do what a basic touch can do.
Like the saying goes, words only go so far, though to touch someone with words, you must touch them gently physically. A stroke of the hand against the cheek speaks volumes more than a mere breath of vows.
Or that’s the way I like to look at it. I’ve come to learn a hand can’t hide deceit the way a voice can.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Badger
I’d been furious when we’d finished up church at the information Dean gave us. He’d been able to explain the whole contract thing to us. The way his eyes flared and his fists clenched, I’d say he didn’t agree with it.
Coming out of church, I’d been ready to grab Jordan and go home to sleep. After the day I’ve had, I’m exhausted. However, walking into the main room, I felt all the blood draining from my head and go straight to my dick at the sight of Jordan leaning her back against the edge of the pool table as she makes a trick shot.
It took everything I had not to sink into her right then and there.
Didn’t take long to realize the girls had been drinking and my woman was drunk.
At least she wasn’t completely smashed, and we were able to get to the house without her falling off the bike.
I probably shouldn’t have ridden home with her on my bike drunk, but I wanted to be alone with her for what I had planned. At first, I merely wanted to hold her as we fell asleep. Which I still plan on, but it will be after I have my way with her. Drunk or not I need to show her how I’ve always needed sex with others. Though with her, I know it’ll be different. Jordan’s the only one I’ll ever have this connection with where I can do more than what I’m used to.
Soon as we pull up to the house, I shut the bike off, slide back enough to help Jordan climb off first. Once she’s standing, I hold her hand to keep her steady as I climb off. Pulling her into my body, I lean forward to kiss her but stop myself.
“You trust me, Honey?” I ask, our mouths a breath apart.
“Yes,” she says quietly as she meets my gaze and I believe her.
“Good.” Stepping back, I grab hold of her hand, all but dragging her along behind me as I walk toward the house.
I don’t bother turning the lights on as we enter the house. Instead, I make sure the door’s locked then head to our bedroom.
“I want you to take all your clothes off, climb into the center of the bed, and put your hands above your head,” I order the moment we step into the bedroom.
“Okay,” she says apprehensively.
“Gotta trust me, Jordan,” I tell her as I move to the other side of the room.
“I do.” Nodding her head profusely, Jordan begins to do as I told her to.
From where I’m standing on the opposite side of the room, my dick hardens in anticipation, watching as Jordan removes her closes.
As she slides out of her jeans, I turn away from her to grab everything I need out of the back of my closet. Each time I’ve used my stuff, I discard and get new, never using the same thing twice.
Turning back to face the bed, I spot Jordan in the exact position I told her to get into.
Good.
“Close your eyes, Honey,” I say as I move toward her. Placing the bag on the floor next to her, I decide to grab one of my bandanas instead of the scrap of material I’d normally have used. Using my bandana makes what I’m about to do more personal.
“Lift your head up,” I demand as I place a knee onto the bed next to her waist.
Placing the material around her eyes, I explain to her, “I’m taking your sight from you. I’ll also be taking your ability to touch away as well. The only senses you will have are to feel, smell, hear, and speak, which you will only do when asked to. Am I understood?”
“Y-Yes,” she says, and I can detect arousal in her voice. She’s turned on already.
Fuck yeah, can she be any more perfect? Now how far will she let me push her body?
“Good,” I rasp as I move back toward the bag and grab the rope, tying it around her wrist. I secure the other end to the top of the headboard. As much as I want to kiss her, I move back, grabbing more rope and securing both ankles to opposite ends of the footboard. “Fuck, Honey, you are gorgeous like this.”
Jordan’s mouth moved like she was gonna say something though she stopped herself. Smiling, I move back to my bag, grabbing the rest of my supplies, ripping the packages I toss them to the floor before placing the items on the nightstand. Once I’m satisfied, I stand to strip out of my clothes.
Naked, I grip my dick stroking it a couple times as I step toward the bed. Releasing my dick as I climb on the bed next to Jordan. “Now the fun begins. If at any point you aren’t comfortable, just say ‘no’, and I’ll stop what I’m doing.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
Leaning forward, I run the tips of my fingers along the top of her breast, moving along her neck, trailing them up to her wrist, where I grip the rope— lifting until Jordan is left hanging a couple inches off the bed.
Jordan’s gasps are like music to my ears as I tighten the rope back into place to keep her in this position.
Next, I grab items off the nightstand and place them between Jordan’s legs, then I move to settle there as well.
“You know when I saw you at Sinners Cove on that stage, all I could envision was seeing you like this. Tied up and at my mercy. Unable to know what to expect,” I tell her as I run my fingers along the inside of her thighs without touching her pussy as I circle it. I’m sure just this right here could drive her insane.
My touch is so close, yet I never actually touch her where she needs me to.
Her whimpers let me know just how right I am.
Smirking, I lean forward lick where I’d let my fingers trail before taking her clit in my mouth. Flicking it with my tongue, I listen to her cues as I sink a finger inside her pussy.
I’m not about to let her come, not yet anyway. But I can’t not taste her. I’ve had Jordan several times already, yet I haven't done this.
Soon as I feel Jordan’s walls pulse against my fingers, I p
ull them out. Time for the next step. Sitting up, I pop open the bottle of lube and put some on my fingers so that I can massage her tight little hole. I know once I’ve had her ass, she’ll completely be mine. At that thought, I realize she won’t just be mine, Jordan will become part of me, as I’ll be her first and last in all we do.
Once I feel she’s ready, I pull my finger back and grab the expandable plug. As I slide it in I’ll expand the size to ease her into the fact that I'll be taking her there soon.
My breathing becomes heavier as I hold myself back from saying fuck it and sink into her pussy. Seeing her like this pushes my restraint to a level I’ve never felt before as her moans of pleasure filled my ears and seeing her spread out for me . . . it’s almost too much to bear.
Seeing the plug slide the rest of the way in and fully expanded to match my width, I pull back from her to grab the last thing I need, clipping them to both her nipples. I lean forward, flicking her clit once, then latching the last clamp to her there.
Her moans grow louder as I turn my focus to devouring her pussy, though I keep her from going over the edge. In between licks, I rotate from tapping against the plug’s base and tugging on the chain connecting the clamps.
By the time I can’t contain my need to be inside her any longer, her pussy is sopping wet.
Deflating the plug, I gently pull it out of her. She whimpers in protest as I remove the clamps from her body. Reaching over her, I grab the condom I left sitting there. Ripping it open, I slide it on as I center myself with her ass.
Pressing into her, I slowly slide all the way in without stopping.
“You okay, Honey?” I ask through clenched teeth as I hold myself back from doing what I would have done with any other women I’d been with— fuck them relentlessly without a worry of if I’d hurt them or not.
“Oh, God, Brett,” she pants.