When I was finally spent for the last time, and she was three orgasms past spent, I wiped her down with a damp cloth and curled in behind her to sleep. She was already mostly gone, but she was alert enough to snuggle her ass into me when I spooned behind her.
Chapter Nine
Cheyenne
I awoke with a yelp and started to throw an elbow at whoever was messing with me from behind, but Frost’s voice made me freeze.
“Open up and let me in, Cheyenne.”
It was an order, and he had a slick finger in my ass, with a second about to join it. My lower body clenched tight, and I had to focus on relaxing for him. My clit throbbed painfully, reminding me he’d pinched and twisted and mauled the fuck out of it, and I’d loved every second.
Several of the bikers had wanted my hands over my head when they fucked me. I mean, not when I was standing, but if I was on my back, or side, or they were taking me from behind, they wanted my arms up and out of the way. So now, my hands automatically went to the headboard. I was on my left side, with my right leg up, so my knee nearly touched my boobs.
My asshole relaxed, and he sank another finger in.
“You aren’t going to get many choices.” He twisted his fingers inside me. “Decide fast. Do you want a third finger before I fuck you, or do you want my dick now?”
I had no idea how to answer. I considered both options, and while I wanted him to get my ass ready for his dick, I was also looking forward to that initial pain of entry.
“Too late. My decision. Looks like you get my dick next.”
His fingers left my ass, his dick touched the outside, and then he was inside me, and I was screaming, because he thrust hard, and didn’t let up.
I’d felt him doing something with his hands in the two or three seconds between his fingers leaving me and his cock invading, and he must’ve wiped them clean on something, because when he reached across my front and looped his fingers over the top of my shoulder to hold me in place, they weren’t slick.
“I have you. That’s it. Scream for me, Cheyenne. You need this as much as I do. Gonna tear that little ass up, and you don’t get to come until I give you permission.”
Most bird shifters have what looks like a deformed dick — with a normal sized head but a super-fat base. Frost’s is fatter at the base than anyone I’ve ever seen. It isn’t terribly long, maybe six or seven inches, but so damned fat near the root it rips you to pieces. At the base, Frost was fatter than a Pringles tube. When he finally thrust all the way in, spreading me impossibly wide, opening me beyond what I thought possible, my screams were so loud they hurt my ears, but I couldn’t stop, and I didn’t want him to back off.
Because this was Frost, he fucked me hard and fast. I had no idea why he’d wanted to be gentle the night before, but that was clearly a distant memory. The morning’s fuck-session wasn’t anywhere near as long as the evening’s had been, and he only ordered me to orgasm three times, but it was so much more fulfilling. I’d needed him to take my back entrance.
When he at last came deep inside my ass, he ordered me to my stomach when he pulled out, so he could make sure my colon absorbed it all and none came out.
“When you’re officially mine, you’ll wear a plug for four hours after I come in your ass. Every damned time.”
Frost
My balls were so empty, they were numb. I rested my face on her shoulder blade for two or three minutes, and then it was time to take care of her. The sweetbutts usually leave when we’re finished with them, but Cheyenne needed to get used to me taking care of her. While she was on her stomach, I rubbed and massaged her back, shoulders, and ass cheeks. It wouldn’t take much to get her horny again, but we needed to leave in less than thirty minutes.
Ten minutes on her belly while I took care of her and loved on her, and I finally gave her permission to get up.
“No shower. I like the way you smell. There are two toothbrushes, toothpaste, and a hairbrush on the vanity. I came prepared. Brush your teeth and hair while I get dressed, and then you can get dressed while I do my teeth. Breakfast is about a twenty-minute ride back towards Birmingham. I can scent your hunger.”
I dressed, went to the bathroom, and met her gaze in the mirror. I needed to see her face when I asked this question.
“You haven’t had an orgasm since you walked out of the clubhouse?”
She didn’t have to answer. I saw it written all over her face.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind and held her to me. Hugging her. “I’m so sorry. We taught you to enjoy pain, and then no one followed up with you when you left. You didn’t understand it yet.”
Her eyes didn’t water, but there was enough emotion showing, it’s a wonder they didn’t. She finally managed to speak.
“I thought I was broken. I thought it was because ya’ll used me, and I thought that was what I needed. People who were nice didn’t do anything for me.”
“I’m betting I can be nice while I hurt you, and still get you to orgasm. It shouldn’t be about being used. If it is, I can work with it, but it didn’t feel like that was it. You just need pain alongside your pleasure.” I smirked. “And maybe a little dirty-talking.”
“Ya’ll never told me when I could orgasm before.”
“No, but it worked last night, and this morning — I’m a big fan. If we were a thing, I’d forbid you from orgasming unless I gave permission.”
The sweet scent of her arousal bloomed in the spacious bathroom, and every visual cue I could see in the mirror told me I’d hit a great big lust-button. The kitty cat was going to love orgasm control.
“You like that idea.” I didn’t phrase it as a question. We both knew it was true.
“I don’t think we’re a thing.”
I turned her and kissed her forehead. “Not yet. Soon, I hope.”
She pulled out of my arms and finished brushing her hair, and then she left so I could brush my teeth. When I came out of the bathroom, she was working the laces on her hiking boots.
While I laced my boots, I asked her about a discrepancy I’d come across when I looked through the painting firm’s records. “You told me you and your ex are partners in the painting firm.”
“We are.”
I shook my head. “It’s listed as a woman-owned business.”
“Oh. Yeah. I own fifty-one percent, just so we qualified for that. It’s given us a leg up on government contracts a few times. Legally, I could take advantage if I wanted, but I don’t want to. I paint and keep track of the money, and he’s the public face so I don’t have to argue and negotiate. Also, he runs the jobsites and manages the employees. We each have our specialties. We make a good team.”
We had a nice breakfast, though the waitress clearly thought we’d been doing drugs all night, since we ordered three meals each. While we ate, her phone buzzed and she checked her messages. She was troubled by whatever she read, so I asked, “Everything okay?”
“Nora’s a mostly good kid, but she’s pushing back against the rules right now. Gil let her boyfriend come over last night, but made him leave at ten. She got pissed at him, and after her boyfriend was gone, she shifted and attacked her dad. He’s fine, of course, but she’s grounded. He says the three can still come to my house for dinner, but he wants them all home by eight-thirty.”
“That was a long text.”
“Yeah. We handle personal shit through text when possible, and business stuff in person or on the phone. He isn’t a big fan of boundaries, but he doesn’t like it when I’m pissed off, so he’s been following them. Mostly.”
“I have a line in the sand I need to tell you about. Let me start by telling you how happy I am that you’d never ridden with someone else — that I got to teach you how to ride on the back of a bike. This also means that I don’t want you riding with someone else. If your ex were to get a bike, and I found out you’d ridden on it behind him? I’d be more upset than if I found out the two of you had down and dirty sex for most of the day.”
The muscles around her eyes and mouth tensed and then relaxed. The blood flow smoothed out. She liked the idea of me being possessive.
Well, that was a good sign.
“To balance that out, I’ll make you a promise.” I took a breath. This was important. “While I will probably find reasons to bitch about your ex, I will never do anything to come between you and those kids. They lost one mom, and I won’t make them feel as if they’re losing their second mom. Whether they accept me or not, I’ll accept them.”
Now, her eyes actually watered, and I wished she wasn’t sitting across the table from me. I needed to hold her.
“I’m not here to complicate your life,” I told her. “I’m probably going to, but I’ll try my best to keep it to a minimum.”
She nodded and took a bite of her hash browns.
The ride back to her house was amazing. No traffic, lots of wide, sweeping turns, and a passenger who leaned exactly with me, every time.
Even on the tighter, banked turns, she leaned with me, in and out, fluid.
I turned my bike off when I pulled up to her house. We’d made good time, so I wasn’t in a hurry.
We took our helmets off, and I strapped hers to the back of my bike before I leaned her backwards and kissed her breathless. Again. God, how I loved turning her world inside out with a kiss.
I stood her up, brushed some stray hair away from her face that’d come out of the braid, and told her, “I’ll be at your house at nine tonight to fuck your ass again, and you will not have changed. Want to make sure you feel it. I’ll bring clothes in case I’m invited to stay the night, but if you want to kick me out after I’ve fucked you into oblivion, I’ll leave without arguing.”
I put my helmet on, started the bike, and rode in a sharp arc around her before gunning it and moving quickly down her driveway.
And then I started preparing for what I’d say at church. My original plan had been to run by the spa compound, change, run a little, and then go to church. However, we’d spent longer at the cabin than I’d planned, so I was going to walk in smelling as if I’d fucked Banshee for the past two days.
And I was good with that.
Church happens in four steps. Old business pertaining to the membership but not our businesses. New business in the same category. Then old business pertaining to one of our enterprises, and then new business in that category.
As we all deposited our cellphones in the outermost room and filed through the tunnel into the heavily secured chamber, I told Mad Dog, “I have new personal business I’d like to bring up, when it’s time.”
He nodded, and I saw my brothers exchanging looks with each other. Everyone seemed relieved I was going to bring it up so they wouldn’t have to.
Twenty minutes in, when Mad Dog asked if there was any more old business, and no one spoke up, he looked at me before telling the table, “Frost came to me a few days ago and let me know Banshee owns one of the subcontracting firms working on the retirement home. He was upfront that he didn’t know where it was going. He pulled me and Squatch in. He didn’t try to hide it.” Our president smirked at me. “From the scents you’re wearing this morning, it seems to have gone somewhere.”
I nodded. “The woman formerly known as Banshee will now be known as Cheyenne. Her friends call her Shy, but so does her ex-husband, so I’m sticking with the full name. Ya’ll are welcome to call her either Cheyenne or Shy, but never, ever call her Banshee again. She was reeling from her divorce, trying to get some separation from her ex, and she used us to help her make the break from being someone’s wife to being single and on her own. She isn’t the same woman she was when she was here.”
“You had a thing for her back then,” Dementor said.
“Yeah, but I was too stupid to see it. I’m not asking for her to come back to the clubhouse yet. I know we’ll have to do something to address the way she walked out, but I’m hoping we can find a balance so it’s enough without being too much. That’ll be up to ya’ll, and I’m not ready to argue it or bring it to a vote yet. I would, however, like to be able to take her to our restaurant when some of ya’ll are around. She needs to start feeling comfortable with the idea of coming back as my ol’lady. And no, she isn’t yet, but that’s where I’m hoping to end up. She’s mine. She doesn’t know it yet, but there it is.”
Squatch leaned forward and met my gaze. “I’d like a semi-private apology from her for dissing me — in front of the membership and sweetbutts, including any ol’ladies that need to hear it. As long as that happens, I’ll be good with you delivering whatever sentence the club votes on.”
“It’s supposed to be three times whatever the punishment was going to be when they walked out the door,” Mad Dog said.
“Nothing had been decided,” I pointed out.
Mad Dog tilted his head. “I’d proposed thirty to sixty with a belt.”
“I was considering forty or fifty,” said Squatch.
I shook my head and looked down. I wasn’t sure she’d voluntarily walk in, knowing she was going to get one hundred and twenty with a belt. I didn’t even think ninety would fly — not as hard as they’d have to be to pass muster with my brothers.
“Frost and I will talk about it,” Squatch told the room. “We can’t let the other sweetbutts think she got away with that, but if she’s Frost’s now, we have to figure out how to handle it so we can welcome her to the family once it’s done.”
I looked up and met Squatch’s gaze, and he shrugged. “I can say I was thinking twenty-five, but not all with a belt. Maybe you can start her out OTK or something? I don’t know. Be thinking of what you think she’ll be able to handle. We’ll talk.”
Mad Dog looked around the room. “Anyone take issue with that plan?”
“Works for me,” said Dementor. “We’ll have to vote on whatever ya’ll decide, and it will have to be enough to make a statement.”
“Agreed,” said Clean. “The two of you come to an agreement, and we’ll vote on it, but it’ll have to be enough to address the way she walked out.” He looked at me. “And if you don’t deliver them hard enough, Squatch or Mad Dog will have to take over.”
No one else spoke, so Mad Dog brought up the next issue.
We hold Church in the subbasement of the clubhouse, so we had to go up a few flights of steps and down a long hallway to get back to the clubhouse’s main room. I was cutting up with my brothers, but one of the new prospects caught my eye. Again. Something about him bugged me. I hadn’t been able to put a finger on it, but I decided it was time I figured it out.
Owls have excellent eyesight and hearing. However, unlike most other shifters, we don’t have an excellent sense of smell. We can smell more than a human, but nowhere near what a wolf or cat can pick up. Thankfully, however, we can pick up micro-expressions and other physiological signs that most people have no idea exist. I can tell so much about a person by the way their facial muscles flex, the way the blood flow shifts and moves, and tiny changes in the way their eyes focus.
And something was off about this prospect. He’d come in as a mechanic. No certification, but he knew what he was doing.
“Yo. Prospect. I’m gonna hit the range. Come with — let’s see how you can shoot.”
You can’t always tell a cop by the way they shoot, but sometimes it’s obvious. If they were in the military, or spent a lot of time shooting as a kid, it’s easier for them to hide it. LEO hadn’t tried to infiltrate us in a long damned time, but we’d lost our head Brainiac in the fighting, so now would be the time to try again.
I didn’t get anything out of him while we shot, other than a deeper feeling that something wasn’t right. Dude was a lone wolf, not part of a pack. Originally from Texas, complete with the accent.
“So, what brought you to Birmingham?” I asked as we were sweeping our brass and preparing to go.
“My sister joined the Pack. Tried to convince me things are different here. I came to check it out. Don’t want to oath myself to any
one, no matter how nice or honorable or whatever. Our mom died in the fighting. Dad’s in Europe, so I figure I may as well stay in town close to her.”
And if that was his official backstory, it would all show up when we looked at his history. The government is good at that. I needed something off-the-wall to ask him, but nothing came to mind. I’m told he never smells of a lie, even by our best sniffers. Nothing he said showed as a lie to me either, but...
“You a cop?”
Three heartbeats. Blood infusing tiny capillaries all over his face. His pupils contracted. Major stress.
“Why would you even ask that? Of course I’m not.”
Ah. There it was. Surprise. Fear. Anger. He was good at hiding his nervousness, but I could see it. The asshole was LEO, but not a cop. Perhaps an FBI agent. Something that meant cop but was a different word.
“Have you seen us do anything illegal since you’ve been with us?”
Disappointment, and still anger. “No. Did I do something to anger you?”
“So, it’s all been a waste of time? Two months with us, and nothing to show for it?”
His muscles smoothed, but the blood flow stayed the same. He was good at managing his stress, but his blood pressure wasn’t cooperating.
“I feel like we had a misstep somewhere. Maybe we should get Mad Dog involved in the conversation?”
“Not yet. You can feel free to talk to him, though. Let him know I’m pretty sure you’re a cop, or maybe an agent.”
He shook his head. “I can’t prove a negative. I enjoyed shooting with you. Let me know if you need anything.”
Chapter Ten
Cheyenne
Nora let herself in the front door, walked into my kitchen, and took a deep breath. “You had sex with him. A lot.”
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