“Damn, baby.” I grind my cock into the bed, to get some sweet fiction for my aching cock. Burying my face in her pussy again, I lick and suck at her clit and the perfect fucking hole I plan and burying my hard cock into in a matter of seconds. Her moans fill my bedroom, she is lucky my kids sleep like the fucking dead, plus they are on the other side of the landing.
“I need you in me, Scott. I wanna feel you, baby.” Her words make my cock screaming for more action, and who am I to not listen. I kiss my way up her body, nipping at her hip bones, making her cry out. My lips touch her ribs and she giggles, but in a breathy way.
Reaching her tits, I suck each of her nipples into my mouth in turn, her back arches off the bed, letting me know she loves having her nipples sucked and bitten. I add more pressure with my teeth and she cries out again.
“You want the cock, baby?” knowing she does. I rest on one of my elbows, using my other hand to guide my cock into his new home. A place where he knows he will fucking love living in for the rest of his days. The heat from her pussy seeps into the head of my cock as I rub it against her clit, using my pre-come as lube.
“Now,” Pepper pants out. Her voice is the sexiest thing I have ever heard when she is turned on this much. I need to make sure I do this more often so I can hear the sound.
“Now?” I say, as I push inside her body, one inch at a time. “Fuck.” I growl, as her pussy encases around my shaft, making it welcome inside her body. Holy fucking shit, I have never felt this before.
“Fuck, baby you feel so good. So fucking tight and warm.”
“Move, Scott, don't be gentle.” Fuck she doesn't need to ask me twice. I slide out and slam back in. God she feels like fucking satin. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, urging me to repeat the motion and I do. Over and over again, I slam into the only pussy I will be fucking from here on out. Pepper’s pussy is all fucking mine.
If I wasn’t buried deep inside my love, I would laugh at how funny that sounds ‘Pepper’s pussy’ fuck I need to out that on a t-shit. Her luscious tits bounce with every thrust. She meets me thrust for thrust, loving the hardness of our fucking, like I knew she would. Pepper is a girly girl with a sexy dark edge.
“Yes, fuck I am going to come. Come with me, Scott.” Her breathy words fill the air and spur me on, I reach down and rub her clit, making sure she comes in time with me because I am fucking there. Her pussy muscles contract around me, strangling my shaft.
My spine tingles and my balls tighten just as my cum shoots out of my cock, filling her up, coating her pussy, marking her on the inside also. Fuck rubbers, I want her to carry my baby, as soon as fucking possible.
I roll to the side, pulling her with me, ticking her against my side, resting her head on my chest. We both lay there panting, catching our breaths. While laying here I know that I wasted time, pushing her away but that shits not gonna fly anymore. She is mine and I plan of keeping for the rest of our lives.
I kiss the top of head, letting her scent seep into my senses.
“I love you, darlin’.”
“I love you too, handsome.” She sighs in contentment, her body completely relaxing against mine. This is what I have been missing and I don't plan on missing anymore of this. No fucking way. We fall asleep, wrapped around each other, the perfect fucking way to end the day.
11
Pepper
“Pepper,” my name is whispers, by a sweet voice. I crack open one eye and see Tovi crouching down by the side of the bed, smiling at me. I reach out and touch her nose, making her giggle.
“Morning, Miss Tovi.” Now I am seeing why after Scott took me a second time during the night, that me made me get dressed after. This is why.
“Morning. I’m hungry.” I nod.
“Okay, meet me downstairs and I’ll make you pancakes. Is Ash awake yet?”
“No. He sleeps like daddy.” Is her reply, before she leaves the room. I carefull turn over, trying not to wake Scott up. He is laying his stomach, with his head facing me and one arm over my belly. He looks so fucking handsome while he sleeps, carefree and younger. He looks damned good for thirty-seven. I smile and push a strand of hair off his forehead, I love his hair. Tovi has the same hair colour, Ash followed their mother. It is a fucking shame that she walked away from them, her loss is my gain.
“Good morning, baby.” I squeal, when he speaks. Scaring the crap out of me. He chuckles and turns so he is facing me. His face is soft and sleepy and it turns me on but I can't act on it now, I have a very hungry eight-year-old waiting for me.
“You scared me you ass. I thought you were sleeping.”
“Baby, that girl has been coming into my room every morning since she was two years old, I am used to the sounds now.” He explains in a sleepy voice, making my pussy weep with even more need.
I pull away from him because I know if either one of us start something, Tovi won’t be getting her breakfast anytime soon. I walk into his ensuite bathroom, do my morning routine, before walking back into his bedroom. He is sitting up against the headboard, smiling at me.
“God, you are beautiful in the mornings.”
“Just the mornings.” I tease.
“Not just the mornings. When you are wearing those tiny fucking shorts around the garage. The green dress that crosses across your back. And when you are completely fucking naked and in my bed, baby. You are sexy, stunning and beautiful all the fucking time. I am surprised anyone gets any work done at the garage with you around.” He winks at me.
“You say the sweetest things, Mr. Payne, but you already got to fuck me, so you can cool it with the compliments.” I say sweetly.
“Never.” He says, with such conviction. I blush, as I lean onto the bed, giving him a swift kiss before walking to the door.
“Your daughter needs feeding, so I will go start that. You handle that,” I move my finger in a circular motion at his cock, that is tending under the sheet. “Before you come down stairs.” I blow him a kiss and walk out of the room, my heart racing a mile a minutes with everything that is happening. This thing is new, but I know we both want it, so we will make it work. If there is one thing both Scott and I have in common, is that we are stubborn and determined. So we will make this work.
*****
We arrive at the club and Scott send the kids over to the play area the club had build for the kids, it has every kind of playground structure you can think off. They are spoilt but they are worth it. It is also very well concealed from the outside, for protection from any attacks on the club.
Scott takes my hand and leads me into the club, pushing through the door. My eyes adjust to the dim lighting they have in here, screams and cheers make my heart leap up into my throat and Scotts hand tighten in mine. My palms get clammy, from seeing every take in Scott holding my hand.
These people are my family, so I shouldn’t be worried but I am, they all know the history between Scott and me. My eyes take in everyone watching us, most are smiling but the club whores are throwing daggers at me through their eyes. I wink in their direction, it completely says the opposite to what I am feeling in the inside.
“Baby, you okay?” Scott lifts my chin with his fingers, so he can see my eyes. I nod, forcing a smile.
“Yeah.” I lie. He moves so that he is standing in front of me, blocking the club out.
“Don’t lie to me, ever. Tell me.”
“What is my family don't want this to happen? They know how much you have hurt me before. Can they forget that like I have?” I shrug. He cracks up laughing, full on belly laugh. “Hey.” I poke his stomach.
“Baby, they will accept this, they don't have a choice. But they know how much I love you. So we are cool.”
“Okay, I⎯.”
“ZERO.” A voice bellows into the room. I stiffen because that voice belongs to my father, Grit. Scott winks at me, then turns to face the room again. Grit storms over to where we stand, Trace hit on his heels. I can’t stop it happening as it happens to fucking fast. Grit throws
a punch straight into Scott’s stomach.
“DAD.” I scream in horror, as Scott doubles over. Trace, steps up and slams his fist into Scott’s jaw. I cry out, not believing what my family is doing right now. Tears stream down my face, my eyes wide with shock and fear. My gaze bounces between my father and my brother, my anger building inside of me.
“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU.” I scream at the top of my lungs. “Why would you do that?” I angrily wipe the tears away.
“Baby,” Scott coughs, then speaks again. “Baby, I knew it was coming. It was expected and needed to be done if I wanted to be with you.”
“Baby girl, I need to get a hit in, for all the pain he has caused you. What kind of father would I be if I didn’t defend you?” I shrug and he smiles at me, knowing I get what he is saying. My gaze meets Trace’s, waiting for his reason.
He shrugs. “I have wanted to hit the pretty fucker for years now. Now was my chance. But no warning, Z, you hurt her and I will rip your fucking throat out.” I see Scott nod, smiling at my family. My heart pumping like a freight train in my chest.
“You are all fucking crazy.” I throw my hands up in the air and walk over to the bar for a big ass strong drink. I hear them laughing behind me but I ignore them.
Fuckers.
12
Zero
Pepper storms over to the bar, demanding a drink from the prospect that is serving. Everyone around me laughs at her temper, and the way she doesn't give a fuck what people think of her. It is fucking amazing to see her like this again, the past twenty-four-hours she has been anything but her normal self, she has been quiet and unsure of things.
Seeing her bitch us out, my Pepper is back. My cock stiffens in my jeans, as my eyes zooms in on her ass on the the stool, her skirt has ridden up her creamy thighs, thighs I was between just a few hours ago.
“Hey fuckface, that’s my sister, you are eye-fucking.” Trace says, slapping me in the back of the head. I smirk a him, then look back to my girl.
“Man have you seen your sister? She is one sexy piece of ass.”
“I fucking heard that, Zero,” Shy, bitches from her seat at the bar.
“What? You love that I love that ass, that you have almost on full display for my brothers. You are fucking lucky I trust you all.” I wink at he, when she rolls her eyes at me.
“Whatever,” she says and goes back to talking to Cherry who has joined her.
Rip walks into the room, and I am shocked as shit to see him. He has been away for the past few months on a job for Wolf.
“Hey, motherfucker. When did you get back into town?”
“Last night.” We hug it out, Rip is like a brother to me, we have known each other for fucking years. He was even at my wedding to Kristine. He looks around the room, taking in the new changes. He does a double take at my woman at the bar.
“Is that Shy?” I nod. “Damn, brother. Shy, get that sexy ass over here and give me a hug.”
“RIP.” She squeals, running, and throwing herself at him. He hugs her to him, before setting her on her feet. My jealousy would be rife right if it was an one else, but I trust Pepper, just as much as I trust Rip. as soon as her feet touch the floor, I pull back against my chest, wrapping my arm around her waist, making her giggle.
“When the fuck did this happen?” he asks, looking at us before him.
“Just yesterday. The stubborn old mule, worked it out that he is better with me in his life.” Rip shakes his head, laughing at us.
“And in my bed.” I add, kissing her neck. Her scent invades my nose, making my dick twitch again, he is going to be like a tarrents sufferer if he keeps reacting like around her.
“Fucking hell, not now.”
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” Pepper’s friend Indie yells when she comes into the main room. Rip has gone stiff as a board, I can't stop the smirk that appears on my face.
“Fuck off, brother.” He growls at me. The three of us, watch as Indie comes towards us, in jeans and t-shirt, not her normal dressed up self. Something has happened. I straighten, as Pepper steps up to her. Tears are running down her cheeks, her eyes are red and puffy.
“What happened?” Shy asks. Indie doesn't answer but she looks over towards us. Her eyes connect with Rip, they stare at each other for a few minutes before someone speaks.
“Hey, Rip. We need to⎯.” Indie greets him, in a soft voice. Again not like the Indie we all know.
“Don’t.” Rip growls a feral sound, before storming out of the room. Everyone is watching and is shocked by the way he just reacted. What’s his problem? Did something happen between them?
“Oh God,” Indie breaks down in sobs again. Pepper catches her before she hits the floor. Both me and Trace dart to them and help get her to the couch in the room. Her body racks with sobs, and I can see that is it hurting my girl to see her friend in so much pain.
“Indie, sweetheart, what’s happened?”
“I’m,” sob. “Pregnant.” sob. “His, baby.” she cries out.
Holy fucking shit.
Rip going to be a father again.
Well the shit is about to hit the fan.
THE END
About Amy
Acknowledgements
Again I need to thank my husband, my Bossman, Darryl, you have gone above and beyond to love and support me. I love you, Baby
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Styx and Stones
by
Kristine Allen
Editing: Olivia Ventura and Barbara Hoover, Hot Tree Editing
Chapter One
Styx
Music blared from the speaker set up on the bar as our prospect cooked burgers and sausages on the grill. There were brothers from at least seven chapters here for the weekend and we were having a fucking blast already.
The racking of pipes rattled out front and I heard a chorus of “hey,” “what’s up my brothers,” and vari-ous other greetings being shouted. Knowing more brothers had arrived, I hauled my ass up from the chair I’d been slouched in.
“Hey Styx! What the fuck? I haven’t seen you in like four months. Where the fuck you been?” Too $hort shouted as he wrapped me in a hug and slapped my back.
“I been around. Had to make a run up to Iowa to deliver a bike to the brothers. I stayed up there to chill with them for a while. You know….” I shrugged. What I didn’t want to tell him was that I’d needed to get away. Time to clear my head. They say the best way to get over someone is to get under another.
Fuck I tried, but getting burned is hard to get past.
“Aw hell, how’re they all doing? Did you convince Joker to come back down with you?” Joker was origi-nally from San Antonio. After the Marine Corp, he moved to Iowa to join the chapter up there with one of the guys he’d served with, Hacker.
Laughing, I shook my head. “Hell naw, he ain’t coming back here, except to visit. He’s got his ol’ lady and his kids up there now.”
“Shit, he’s a badass dude.” Lifting his sleeve, he showed me his ink. “Last time he was down, he did this. Pretty fucking sick, huh?”
“Hell, yeah it is.” We talked for a few more minutes before he moved on to greet the next group of brothers.
Grabbing another beer, I sat and shot the shit with several of the brothers from Corpus.
“Hey Styx, where’s Grace?” Radar had walked up in the middle of our conversation. Everyone went silent. Even the music seemed to fade away. Taking a swig of my beer, I clenched my other fist and tried not to lose my shit.
There were covert mutterings and as I closed my eyes, I gritted my teeth. “Fuck, I didn’t know.” Radar sounded contrite as he faded to the back of the crowd.
&
nbsp; “I’ll be back.” When I stood, the alcohol shot straight to my head and I realized I’d had a little more than I thought. Truth be told, I didn’t give a fuck. Swallowing the last swig from the bottle, I tossed it into the trash with a clink.
“I’ll go with you, bro.” Quiet, my buddy and brother Asphalt stepped up beside me.
“No. Thanks, but I need a few minutes alone. I’ll be fine.” The place we were renting for the weekend had a “sister” home next door, with a shared walk that led to the shore. Ignoring the lights that glowed from all the windows, I walked out to the deserted beach.
I pulled out a blunt, lit it, and dropped to the cold sand. Drawing the smoke into my lungs, I listened to the crash of the waves. Laughter and music carried through the air from the two houses.
Just as I exhaled out into the dark sky, I heard a shuffling sound and then a woman sprawled on the ground next to me. All I could see was a mass of blonde hair as she spread facedown on the sand.
“Fuck! Are you okay?” She wasn’t moving and I was worried she’d passed the fuck out.
“Mmm-hmm.” Still, she lay facedown. I was on the verge of helping her up when she began to struggle to her hands and knees. A perfect rounded ass hugged by black spandex was nearly in my face. I was drunk and high enough that I thought about jerking the spandex down and sticking my dick in her, but sanity—you know, the barest thread I was still hanging onto—prevailed.
Shoving herself to sit on her heels with her knees on the ground, she pushed her hair out of her face. When she turned to me, her blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Laughter bubbled up and burst from her full ruby lips.
“Hi! Who are you?” She literally crawled over to me until she was damn near sitting in my lap.
“Uh… hey. Do your friends know you’re down here?” She was either drunk or high as fuck, and I was too far gone to be able to figure out which. My cock, on the other hand, didn’t care what the fuck she was, it just wanted to be buried in her wet pussy or between her thick, beautiful, made for dick-sucking lips.
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