by Bella Jewel
Maybe, just maybe, I might get my biker for Christmas after all.
15
CIARA
WE ARRIVE AT THE MASSIVE beach house a little after lunch time the next day. The squeals of excitement from all the girls as we run through the house, finding rooms and discovering the rustic beach beauty the house holds, is out of this world. When we finally calm down, pick a room and gather in the living area, we’re practically bouncing.
I’m so ready for this.
So damned ready.
Spike falls in beside me and puts an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him and murmuring, “Slow down there, baby.”
“My excitement is so real,” I say, my voice breathy from the pure joy I feel right about now.
“I know it is, but there are better ways for you to take out that excitement. Maybe on me, and my dick.”
I look up at him and he shoots me a feral grin. “You’re terrible,” I laugh.
“What are we doing first?” Jaylah asks, stepping closer to Mack who looks a whole lot better than he did when we got off that ship.
I’m glad for her.
I hope they work things out.
“We’re sunbaking,” Addi says, clapping her hands together. “That’s all I wanted to do. Sunbathe on a beach.”
“Sounds good to me!” Ash nods.
“Women in bikinis?” Cade murmurs. “I don’t think we’ll have an issue with that.”
The men all chuckle and we girls go and find out swim suits before heading down to the beach loaded with towels in our hands and hats on our heads. It’s exactly what we all need.
The day is beautiful, sunny and perfect. The beach is private and quiet. We paid a lot to get this house, a freaking lot, but everyone agreed to chip in and so it wasn’t so bad with all of us here. We find the sun lounges and spread out towels out, and then we lay back, the sun bronzing our skin, the fresh salty air washing all our problems away. God yes, this is exactly what we needed.
“It’s not tropical island,” Serenity sighs, “but damn is it good.”
“It’ll be a whole lot more tropical with cocktails,” Addi throws in.
“Did someone say cocktails?” Jaylah says, and we all turn to see her walking down the beach with a tray of yellow cocktails with little umbrellas poking out.
“Oh, hell yes!” I laugh. “I knew we brought you for a reason.”
She passes them around and the men all join us, finding a chair each and taking off their shirts. Talk about buff central. I’m glad this beach isn’t packed, it would be like a row of eye candy for everyone. I glance at them all and resist the urge to fan myself, because damn they’re gorgeous. They all crack open a beer and we just lay there, sipping our cold drinks, and wondering how the hell we managed to get here.
God only knows we’re not exactly the kind of people to hang out, yet here we are.
Maybe the cruise was made for something in particular. Maybe we were all meant to end up on the same ship, with the same people, and run into the trouble we did. If those things didn’t happen, we wouldn’t be here right now and we’d still be acting like talking to the other club was the worst thing in the world. When really, it isn’t.
“So,” Ash asks when the guys walk off down the to the water for a swim. “How are you and Mack, honey?”
Jaylah glances down at her man, and then says, “He went and got some help. We’re still sketchy, and things are tense, but at the very least he’s finally talking to me and making an effort. We haven’t had sex yet, and let me tell you, that’s nearly killing me.”
“God, I can imagine,” I exhale, wondering what I’d be doing if Spike wouldn’t fuck me. Probably going crazy, because fuck that.
“Maybe you should just take it. Do a strip tease for him. Don’t give him a choice,” Serenity offers.
“Ohhh, yes. That’s a great idea. Wear something sexy, tie him to the bed and fuck him until he forgets all his problems,” Santana claps. “I like it.”
Jaylah grins, “It’s not a bad idea. I mean, I wouldn’t mind just taking the plunge. I’m just scared he’ll reject me and it’ll put us back and square one.”
“Let me tell you something,” Addi throws in, “men think they’re okay without sex, but they’re simply not. He might not be seeking it, but I think he’d be going just as crazy as you. I can bet he wants to fuck you, honey. He’s just all messed up in the head. So you have to do it for him. Just dive in there and take the risk. Break the ice.”
Jaylah purses her lips and contemplates this, and then says, “You know, it’s probably not such a bad idea. I mean, we both clearly need it and I’m sure he’s not going to hate the idea.”
“I have some sexy things I brought along to use on Spike,” I tell her. “I’ll lend you a set.”
“Ew,” Jaylah says, and then we all laugh.
“I haven’t used them, they’re brand new. I bought them yesterday afternoon. So don’t panic.”
“How did your love sessions go on the cruise?” Serenity asks, looking over to me.
“Oh, honey, you know how it is with Spike and I. We did watch someone fucking, though. It’s been a long time since we’ve done that. It was kind of sexy. Even more so when they figured out we were watching and offered to let us watch again.”
“Holy shit,” Santana says, her eyes widening. “You watch people fuck?”
“We’ve been known to yeah,” I shrug. “It sounds worse than it is. You should try it sometime, it’s actually incredibly erotic.”
“Oh, I’m not judging,” Santana gasps. “Woman, I’d love to do something like that.”
“We know a few places, if you want to try it out sometime. Trust me, it’ll bring life back into the bedroom like you’d never believe.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Gosh,” Pippa says. “I’m not sure I could do it. I would feel weird. I’m way too soft for that.”
I wave a hand. “You’re not soft honey. Everyone has different things they like. If it isn’t for you, it isn’t for you. Nothing wrong with that.”
“Muff and I tried it,” Janine throws in, leaning forward on her chair so we can hear her as she’s sitting at the end. “Once, but damn, it was awesome. Even better if you throw a few in the mix and let them join in.”
“You mean a threesome?” Jaylah says. “I don’t know if I could share.”
“Trust me,” Serenity says. “If you’re squashed between two men, it’s a whole different world. I’ll never forget mine.”
“You had a threesome?” Ash gasps.
“Yeah, I did. A long time ago.”
She looks to Janine and Janine smiles. Oh boy. They sure do know how to share.
“I’ve always wanted to give it a try,” I say, grinning. “But I’m not sure I want any other man touching me except Spike. I also don’t know if I could handle another woman putting her paws all over him. I’d probably scratch her eyes out.”
We all laugh and I take another sip of my cocktail.
Ah yes.
This is going to be great.
“WAIT, SO YOU ACTUALLY saw the bodies?” Janine asks, sipping another beer as we all sit around the fire later that night.
I nod. “Yep, we found them. We actually thought it could be spaghetti sauce when we saw the blood in the hallway. Clearly we drank way too much.”
Jaylah giggles, and shakes her head. “Man, that was an insane trip.”
“When you all played detective things got extra interesting,” Cade throws in.
I snort. “Well, you know, someone had to fix things for you guys.”
Maddox rolls his eyes and Jackson snorts. “We would have had it covered. You ladies just don’t know how to stay out of it.”
“You love it,” I laugh. “Besides, we’re here now and we’re not getting done by the cops so that’s something.”
“I wonder if they let Vincent go, or if he’s still locked up?” Ash wonders, tucking herself further into Krypt’s lap.
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�Doubtful,” Krypt answers her. “He had a lot of bad shit goin’ on. They’ll no doubt keep hold of him for a long time.”
“Do you think when he gets out he’ll come after us for getting him locked up?” Santana asks.
Jackson shakes his head, “He wouldn’t bother, but if he does, it’s not worry for us. We’ll sort him out.”
“Oh, our big tough bikers,” I say, fake fanning myself.
They all grunt and mutter.
“Gosh, it’s been such a long time since it has just been us. What about you guys?” I ask the others.
Jaylah nods, grabbing Mack’s hand and placing it on her lap. He lets her. Which is nice. “Gosh, yes. We’re always so wrapped up in the kids business. It seems like it never ends sometimes.”
“I know what you’re saying,” Serenity nods. “It doesn’t matter how old they get.”
“I’ll grab another round of drinks,” I say, standing. “We can continue this conversation when I return.”
I stand and walk towards the house, a huge smile on my face. It’s not the Christmas I wanted, not in the beginning, but I’m starting to think it’s the Christmas we needed. Sometimes what you want, and what you need, are two very different things.
I reach the house and walk into the kitchen, preparing some cocktails for the ladies, and some beers for the men. I’m busy slicing some lime when a warm, hard body comes up behind me and big hands wrap around my waist, pulling me close. My smile gets bigger and my body gets all tingly.
Spike.
My man.
“Ho, ho, ho,” he murmurs into my ear. “What do you want for Christmas, pretty girl?”
“Hmmm,” I say, tipping my head to the side so he can run kisses down my neck. “I’d like something big, really big. Hard, super hard. Long, soo long. What have you got for me, Santa?”
“My arm should do the trick.”
I giggle and he pulls me closer, grinding his pelvis against me. His hard cock pressing against my back. “This?” he growls.
“That will suffice,” I whisper, my body shivering as he reaches down for my panties.
I’m still wearing a bikini, so it really doesn’t take much for him to pull my panties to the side and find my bare bottom. He strokes his fingers over the skin there, and then I hear him shuffle his shorts down and free his cock.
“Quick and fast work for you?” he murmurs.
“Oh, honey, yes.”
I grip the counter, knowing he’s going to plunge into me and everything, oh everything, is going to feel so much fucking better. One hand wraps around my front, over my belly button, pulling me back closer to him. The other hand grips his cock, and he shoves my legs apart with his knee before sliding that hard length of perfection between my legs and plunging home.
I gasp.
His hand goes out to grip the counter top as well.
Then we’re fucking.
Hard and rough.
We don’t have time for slow and sweet, and I wouldn’t want it anyway.
He fucks me over and over, harder and harder, until I’m moaning and everything in my body sparks to life.
I want to scream, but I can’t.
I throw my head back as an incredible orgasm rips through my body, tearing shudders from the deepest parts of me.
Spike’s thrusts get harder until he’s roaring my name and finding his release deep inside me.
We both pant as we come down from a pretty incredible quickie, if I do say so myself. Spike pulls out, and fixes himself up, then he slips my panties back over and says low in my ear, “Let my cum drip out of you. I want to know you’re wet with me. I want to know every time you move, you can feel me.”
I shiver.
God I love his filthy mouth.
“Okay, boss,” I whisper.
He steps back and slaps me on the bottom. “How do you rate your Christmas experience, Ma’am?”
I look at him over my shoulder and grin, “Ten out of ten. Merry Christmas, honey.”
“Merry Christmas baby.”
Yep.
Merry indeed.
Life just couldn’t get any better.
16
JAYLAH
GOD.
Is he going to hate this?
What if he rejects me and I make things worse.
I shake my head.
Get it together, Jaylah. You’re a fucking warrior, nobody brings you down. You’ve got this.
I snort.
I’m talking to myself.
Attractive.
I pull my coat over my sexy lingerie, which is a pair of knee high stockings, a lacy pair of black panties that leaves little to the imagination, and those panties come up with a thin, sexy bit of material to connect to a bra that makes my ladies look huge. I’ve also thrown on a pair of heels, Ciara told me I can’t leave out the heels.
Ash and Santana messed my hair up, making it look sexy and unkempt. I have to admit, they did a good job. It does look pretty good.
Then they all walked me through exactly what I’m going to do when Mack walks through the door. Now I wait, I wait for him to walk through the door and either accept or reject. I hope he accepts, I need this. So badly. Everything in the last week has been crazy, things have gone from good, to bad, and back to good again. It’s like emotional whip lash and I’m ready for normal to come on back through the door.
Speaking of doors, ours opens and Mack steps in.
For a moment, I doubt every single thing I’m doing here, but then I take a deep breath, remind myself who the fuck I am, and say, “You’re late.”
My voice is sexy and sultry, and for a moment, Mack looks confused.
Then he looks at me, really looks at me, and I take that moment to drop my coat and stand before him. He takes me in, his eyes dragging down my body before returning back to my face.
The moment of truth.
This is everything.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” he murmurs, his voice low and sexy. “I got caught up.”
He’s playing along.
Oh thank the lord.
Thank the sweet lord.
“I’m going to have to punish you for that,” I say, stepping forward. “How should we proceed?”
He shrugs, ever so slightly, but the look in his eyes is one full of wicked. I take his hand and spin him around, pulling the other hand around to join the first one behind his back. Then I lean in close, pressing my breasts to his back and saying, “You’re a very bad boy. I’m going to have to show you what happens to bad boys.”
I tug him towards the bed and then release him and step around in front of him, pushing him down. He lands on his back and I order, “Remove your clothes. Now.”
He starts doing as I ask, his eyes never leaving me. Slowly, he unbuttons his shirt and slides it off. My mouth waters as I take in his gorgeous chest, one I haven’t run my lips over in so long. Then I drag my gaze over his hands as they unbutton his jeans and he slides them down, tossing them off.
He’s hard. Gloriously hard, and I can’t help it. I stare. I stare and my pussy aches knowing that he’ll be inside me again soon, after such a long time.
I crawl over him until I’m positioned correctly, then I lean down until our lips are nearly touching and say, “Your hands don’t get to be part of this.”
I reach over to the bed side table and grab a long, soft ribbon. I order him to put his hands above his head, which he does, and then I tie them very gently. I don’t want him to freak out, and if he pulls, I’ve made sure they’ll come undone.
With his hands up over his head, and his biceps flexing, I take him in. I stare down at him, and relish in how utterly beautiful he is.
Then I lean down, brushing my lips across his cheeks, across his chin and then finally I meet his lips. For a second I just let my body feel how amazing it feels to kiss him again. Then I take the kiss deeper. He responds beautifully, kissing me until we’re both frantic and panting and our tongues are so intertwined they might as well be one.
I want him, but I need to slow it the hell down.
I lean down and run my lips down his neck, over his shoulders, past his chest and abs until I reach his cock. I part my lips and take it into my mouth, loving the way he hisses as my tongue swirls and my lips slide down the hard length. I grab his balls as I move my head up and down, and he growls, low and fierce, before hissing, “Fuck, if you do that too long I’ll cum, honey.”
Honey.
He hasn’t called me honey in such a long time.
I lift my head and lick my lips, holding his eyes, and then I climb on top of him and position myself over his cock. I don’t bother taking my panties off. These little babies have a split right up the middle, so when you part your legs, your pussy is exposed. I am friends with some nasty ladies, and I love it.
I slide down slowly over his cock, and we both moan in pleasure, or relief, or both. It’s been so long since I’ve felt him stretch me open, his cock filling my depths until I can’t take it anymore. I whimper and my hands fall to his chest as I take him fully inside me. Then I start riding him. Slow at first, swirling my hips around until we’re both panting and gasping, and then I fuck him.
I fuck him like it’s our last fuck on earth.
I ride him until my legs hurt.
I take every inch of him and I bounce until he’s barking my name.
I’ll make sure he never forgets me again.
Ever.
I scream out my orgasm, and I know everyone in the house can hear. I also know I don’t give a crap. I need this more than I care about them hearing me. Pleasure, built up pleasure, erupts and I tremble, shaking and shuddering. Mack follows moments later, roaring his release, his hands jerking and busting out of the ribbon and finding my breasts. He squeezes as his cock pulses inside me, and for a moment, nothing else in the world matters.
When we both come down from our high, Mack grabs my hips and hauls me off him, pulling me into his side when I hit the soft bed. He wraps me in his arms, something he hasn’t done for a long time. I roll so my face is buried in his chest, and I breathe him in. All his masculine scent and sweat. I want it all. Because it’s all the things I love about him.