Shaker (Blackwings MC Book 5)

by Teagan Brooks

  I pulled into my driveway and walked to my front door, not paying any attention to my surroundings. I stopped short when I finally noticed the man standing on my front porch. “What are you doing here?” I squeaked.

  He moved toward me and extended his arm as if he was going to grab me when I was close enough. I stumbled backward in shock almost tripping over my own feet. I squealed when a hand landed on my shoulder, steadying me, and then my vision was filled with leather.

  “Please refrain from touching Mrs. Marks,” Kellan said, using his body to shield me from Lawrence.

  “Excuse me? Who are you to stop me from hugging my stepdaughter?” Lawrence asked haughtily.

  “I’m her bodyguard, sir. Per her husband’s orders, no one is to put their hands on Mrs. Marks unless it is to directly prevent her from harm,” Kellan replied without missing a beat.

  Lawrence craned his neck around Kellan and asked, “Why does your husband feel the need for you to have a bodyguard? Are you in some sort of danger?”

  His fake concern made me want to vomit all over his expensive shoes. I tried to mask my disgust and feigned indifference. “Not that I know of. His mother has a whole security team. I have one bodyguard. I didn’t find that to be alarming. I guess it’s a Marks thing. Now, back to my question, what are you doing here?”

  “Would it be possible to speak with you without your guard dog between us?” Lawrence snidely asked.

  “I’ll be happy to step out of the way, if you don’t mind having my gun trained on your forehead while you speak with her,” Kellan said, not sounding the least bit concerned that he was openly threatening a senator.

  Lawrence scoffed, “That won’t be necessary. I had some business to tend to and was passing through the area. I thought I would stop by and visit with Keegan. I apologize if I frightened you, my child. I will be on my way.”

  Kellan escorted me to my front door where we watched Lawrence get into his car and drive away. “Thank you, Kellan. I have no doubt in my mind he had no intention of hugging me.”

  “Not a problem. If you could, next time, give me a heads up when you’re leaving, I’d appreciate it. I was coming out of the restroom when you stormed out and almost missed you. Shaker would have had my ass, especially since Lawrence was here waiting for you,” Kellan said.

  I gasped, “I’m so sorry. It didn’t even occur to me that someone would be tailing me. Here, put your number in my phone. I’ll text you whenever I’m heading out if I don’t see you.” He handed my phone back to me as Shaker pulled into the driveway.

  “Looks like my shift is over. I think I might try to catch up with Lawrence and see where he goes,” Kellan grinned and leaped off my porch.

  When Kellan reached his bike, he called out, “Keegan, don’t forget to tell Shaker about Lawrence showing up tonight.” Then, he fired up his bike and disappeared into the night.

  “The fuck he just say?” Shaker barked.

  “When I got home tonight, Lawrence was waiting for me on the porch,” I said and turned to go inside.

  “What else?”

  I sighed and decided to go ahead and tell him everything that happened so I could go to bed.

  Shaker narrowed his eyes, “I bet that business he had to tend to had something to do with Preston.”

  “I hadn’t thought of that, but, yeah, you’re probably right.” I didn’t say as much, but it still didn’t explain why he was at my house. He had never once dropped by to visit me since I moved out of his house years ago. But it was the move to grab me that had me unnerved. That and the fact that Lawrence was driving himself, something he never did. Was he going to try to force me to go somewhere with him?

  Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I continued on to my bedroom. “I’m going to bed. Night.”

  Shaker cleared his throat, “Keegan, I’m—”

  “Don’t. Just don’t,” I said and closed my bedroom door. I was too tired to deal with his shit. I barely managed to wash my face and brush my teeth before I flopped onto my bed and promptly fell asleep.

  “Keegan,” Shaker whispered, interrupting my thankfully dreamless slumber.

  I dramatically crossed my arms over my eyes and groaned. “What?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “For waking you. For being an asshole at the clubhouse. For what happened in the kitchen, and the way I treated you after.”

  “Okay. Um, thank you. Goodnight,” I mumbled and turned onto my side.

  Shaker gripped my hip and rolled me back to him. “I didn’t like finding you in Byte’s room. Again. And when I heard the gunshots, my only concern was for your safety.”

  I sighed, “Thank you for protecting me. That, I appreciate. As for Byte, we are nothing more than fellow computer geeks who share a weird fondness for playing pranks.”

  “I do know that, and I’ll try harder to respect your friendship with him.”

  “Good. Go to bed.”

  “Not yet. About the other thing. I, uh, I need you to under—”

  “Shaker, you do not owe me any kind of explanation. I don’t know what happened to you, and I don’t need to know. If you want to talk about whatever it is, I’ll be happy to listen, but don’t share your secrets with me out of guilt.”

  He gently squeezed my hip with the hand he had yet to remove. “I’m not doing it out of guilt. I’ve needed to talk to someone about it for a long time, but I never felt like I could.”

  “And you do now?”

  With his eyes locked on mine, he answered, “Yeah, I do. The look on your face after what I did.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t ever want to see that look again. I want to explain, or at least try to.”

  “Whatever you tell me will not leave this room,” I promised.

  The corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile. “I know. It’s one of the reasons I feel like I can talk to you about this.”

  He let go of my hip and settled against the headboard. “I started dating Beth during my senior year of high school. I joined the Marines right after graduation, and she was there waiting for me each time I came home. During my last deployment, she told me she had gotten pregnant when I was home during my leave. I made it home a couple of months before the birth. Long story short, I found out the baby wasn’t mine in the delivery room.”

  When my brows furrowed in confusion, he cleared his throat and added, “Uh, racial features.”

  “Shaker, that’s—”

  “Let me get the rest out. If I don’t do it now, I likely won’t.” At my nod, he continued, “I called Carbon, moved in with him, and joined the club. A year or so later, one of the club whores told me she was pregnant. Then, she told me she had an abortion a few days later. Turns out, she was lying about the abortion and the pregnancy. She was just trying to get money out of me.”

  I remained silent, unsure if there was more he wanted to share. He blew out a slow breath. “This is the part no one knows, and that’s because I’ve never said it out loud.”

  Clearing his throat and clenching his fists, he blew me away with his next words. “After what those two bitches did to me, I promised myself I would never be in that position again. Because I wanted those babies, and it hurt like hell when they were taken from me. There’s only one surefire way to prevent pregnancy, and that’s abstinence of penetrative vaginal intercourse. So, for the last five years, I haven’t had sex with a woman in the traditional sense.”

  My brows furrowed in confusion. “That doesn’t sound so bad, Shaker. Honestly, it’s pretty fucking smart.”

  “Yeah, I thought it was, too, until I developed a problem of sorts because of it. Um, fuck, this is embarrassing. Okay, so, it got to where my body didn’t respond to the typical things a heterosexual male’s body should respond to. And when that bitch kidnapped me, she found out about my problem when she tried to rape me and couldn’t.”

  “But Harper said you and Hilarie were fucking,” I blurted. Of all the things I could h
ave said, that was what came out of my mouth.

  Shaker laughed sardonically. “We were. I just wasn’t fucking her cunt.”

  Aaannnnd, that’s when it clicked. Or part of it did. I couldn’t help my reaction. I was shocked, and there was no way I could hide it. “You mean you only have anal sex with women?!”

  “And oral, but I’m a taker not a giver,” he added with a shrug.

  “Okay, okay, um, that is a surprising revelation, but I’m obviously missing something. What’s the problem?” So what if he liked anal sex. A lot of men did, or so I’d heard, and I was fairly certain all men enjoyed receiving oral sex.

  He sighed in exasperation and turned away from me when he said, “I don’t get hard for pussy like I used to. Or, I didn’t, until you came along. And that pissed me off. So, the thing in the kitchen, yeah, I face fucked you like a whore because I was pissed at you. Or I thought I was. Guess I was really pissed off at myself and took it out on you.”

  Holy shit! I needed to say something, anything, but I was at a total loss for words. I got to my knees and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders from behind. The man clearly needed a hug, and it was all I could think to do. And then I knew what to say. “Thank you for telling me. I wasn’t upset with you for what happened, per se; I was upset about you leaving as soon as you, um, finished. I wasn’t scared of you, but I knew something was wrong, and I wanted you to talk to me about it.”

  He reached up and curled his fingers around my clasped hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. “You’re kind of awesome.”

  I honestly don’t know what possessed me to say it, but before I could stop myself, I blurted, “Of course, I am. That’s why I make your dick hard.”

  An animalistic sound came from his throat as he yanked me around to straddle his lap. “Yeah, you fucking do,” he said and captured my lips in an all-consuming kiss. With one hand fisted tightly in my hair, he held me in place as he devoured my mouth.

  “Shaker,” I groaned against his lips.

  He landed a sharp slap on my ass. “You call me Jacob when any part of me is inside of you,” he growled.

  I slid my hands into his hair and tugged, “Yes, Mr. Marks.”

  Another slap.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Slap.

  “Yes, Jacob,” I breathed.

  “Good girl. Now, let me apologize,” he ordered.

  “You don’t have—”

  “I fucking want to.”

  In one quick move, he tipped forward, so I fell back onto the bed while he yanked my sleep shorts and panties down my legs. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious or wonder if he liked what he uncovered because he was back on me before my clothes hit the floor.

  I gasped when he buried his face between my thighs. There was nothing tentative or unsure about his movements. The man was on a mission.

  “Fuck, Keegan, your pussy tastes good,” he groaned against my sex while he slipped one, then two fingers inside of me.

  My fingers itched to thread through his hair and pull, but I didn’t want to do anything to scare him off. The way he so effortlessly and efficiently tied my hands behind my back in the kitchen coupled with the history he just shared, I knew he had an issue with hands without him having to explicitly say it. So, I raised my hands above my head and grabbed onto the headboard.

  My thoughts on hand placement were interrupted when Shaker lightly nipped at my clit with his teeth before he went back to licking and sucking. He slipped a third finger into my channel for a brief moment before I felt an extremely foreign yet not unpleasant sensation.

  I tried to sit up so I could see what he was doing, but he let go of my clit with a pop and barked, “Don’t move.”

  And I no longer cared what he was doing, because whatever it was felt fucking phenomenal. I could feel the tension building and knew I was going to come in a matter of seconds.

  I felt him grin against the inside of my thigh as he removed his fingers while my body desperately tried to keep them inside. Panting and groaning, I sat up and scowled. “Why’d you stop?”

  His grin grew even wider. The way his lips glistened from my arousal made him look downright sinful. He pinned me with his dark eyes. “Because you were about to come.”

  “Yes, isn’t that—”

  “Clothes off,” he ordered.

  “You first, big boy.”

  His grin went from sinful to feral. In a flash, he ripped his t-shirt over his head and pushed his pants to the floor. Apparently, Shaker wasn’t a fan of underwear.

  I was so wrapped up in staring at him in his full naked glory that I didn’t realize he’d moved until he had the hem of my tank top fisted in his hands. Before I could utter a word, the sound of tearing fabric filled the room as the flimsy material parted to bare my chest to his hungry gaze.

  He sucked in a breath and ran his teeth over his bottom lip. “Fuck, yes,” he breathed, and then he was on me. My nipple was in his mouth, and his fingers were filling me once again.

  “Oh, fuck, Jacob,” I moaned. “I, I, I, shit. Want to touch you,” I finally managed to say.

  “Then fucking touch me,” he said as he switched to my other breast.

  At his words, my hands were everywhere. Tugging on his hair. Pressing against his chest. Clawing up his back. Squeezing his firm ass.

  My mouth found his earlobe, and I nipped at it with my teeth. “Please. Fuck. Me.”

  His mouth never left my breasts, but one arm shot out to the side before he moved it between our bodies. His head came up, my nipple still deep inside his mouth, and his eyes found mine as he bucked his hips and filled me with his cock.

  My eyes slammed shut, and my back arched from the bed. Holy. Shit. He was big. I’d seen him up close and personal, so I had a good idea of what to expect, or I thought I did.

  When he didn’t move, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. Any other time, I would have appreciated his concern, but I was on the verge of something huge, and I was going to kill him if he didn’t start fucking me properly in the next second. “Fucking move, Jacob,” I panted, surely sounding like a crazed lunatic.

  “Gladly,” he growled and began ferociously pumping his hips.

  I clung to his shoulders and he moved above me, watching the muscles of his powerful arms flex as he thrust himself inside of me. My eyes followed my thoughts, and when the sight of our connection filled my vision, I was hit with an orgasm that damn well could have registered on the Richter scale.

  The moment it subsided, I was hit with another, thankfully much smaller, orgasm. As my core started pulsing again, Shaker cursed and increased his pace. Half a dozen hard thrusts later, he buried his face in my neck and let out a groan that almost sounded pained.

  “Fucking hell, woman,” he breathed and softly kissed my sweat slicked neck.

  ***

  What had we done? I knew exactly what we had done. Maybe, why had we done it was the thing to ask. No, the reason didn’t matter. Our actions were what counted.

  Damn it all to fucking hell.

  Shit.

  Piss.

  Son of a motherfucking titty bitch!

  “It’s too early for the freak out you’re having over there,” Shaker rumbled from behind me.

  Behind me in my bed.

  My bed we spent all night fucking in.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was a designated freak out time!” I shrieked as I sat up and frantically glance around the room.

  He sat up and grabbed my shoulders, “Calm down, Keegan. This is about last night, right?”

  My eyes almost bugged out of my head. Was he serious? “Yes!!” I yelled.

  He laughed, and I wanted to hit him. Hard. “We can still get the marriage annulled. We’ll just have to lie and say we didn’t consummate. Besides, what we did wasn’t consummating a marriage. That was down and dirty fucking, and you know it,” he grinned and moved to press his lips against my neck.

  “You want me to lie to the court to get our
fake marriage annulled?” I shrieked and shoved against his chest.

  “Bring it down a few octaves, please. Yes, I want you to lie to the court. As long as there are no witnesses and you aren’t pregnant with my baby, no one will know. Unless you would prefer to get divorced,” he offered as he started pressing soft kisses under my jaw and down my neck.

  Ugh. Were a handful of orgasms worth having a divorce on my record? Did it matter? He was right; it was too early to think about any of it, especially without coffee. I flopped back onto the bed and covered my eyes with my arm. “I’m going back to sleep,” I mumbled.

  “I don’t think so,” he said and rolled on top of me. There was no point in resisting. The deed had already been done, multiple times.

  When I woke several hours later, I was alone and had been for some time as the sheets where Shaker had been were cold. It shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did. I shouldn’t have felt cheap and used, but I did. I shouldn’t have shed any tears, but I did.

  I let myself have a pity party for 15 minutes. Then, I got my ass out of bed and got dressed for the day. I needed to take the supplies Ember and I purchased the day before to the farm, and I thought a nice long ride would do me a world of good.

  Kellan was in my driveway on his bike when I opened the front door. I let him know my plans for the day. I knew I would ride for hours, and I didn’t want him to follow me around or wait on me. “I promise to call and wait for you before I leave the farm property. It would be just like the days I go to work, right?” I offered. Reluctantly, he agreed and left after helping me unload the supplies from my car.

  Once I had everything put away, I saddled up my horse, Mystic, and let her run away with me. The property Ember and her father owned was huge. Most of the buildings were grouped together, leaving much of the land open and undeveloped. The open fields and wooded trails were perfect for pleasure riding.