“Explain Pixie.”
“Long story short, because it is a long story and very sad. Basically, Vegas had cancer and never told Darth, she took it upon herself to protect him from the ugliness of it, to save him the pain of seeing her get worse. Then your mum explained things about her brothers and what they did to her, which made me understand your father’s reaction to my situation, which brought up some tough memories for him and your mum.”
“Hmm, that was a hard time for him,” I agreed. I knew the tale of mum and her stepfamily, and the brutality they inflicted on her. As well as the hell dad experienced when he found out she took the violence to protect him and the club.
The kind of man my dad is, I could understand the torment he must have suffered knowing his woman was beaten and he didn’t even know. I knew because I felt the same way about the woman sitting in my lap. Our relationship was still new, still in the discovery stage… obviously because I just learned something pretty monumental about her. But I knew already that I would go to war for her against her family. If they weren’t treating her as they should, then I was going to wade in, whether they wanted me to or not.
“Deck explained some things, the Flock really explained everything and I finally understood why things exploded a bit in the war room. Your dad calmed down considerably when I assured him, even though there are a few similarities in my situation and the others, I am not dying, and my brothers are not violent towards me.”
My attention was distracted by Devon’s fingers making slow circles at the back of my waistband. The whole time we had been talking it didn’t escape my attention they worked on untucking my shirt so my bare skin was exposed to her touch. Even after having one night together she was showing me that she craved to touch me, and that made me fucking happy as fuck.
“And how does Jason fit in?” I asked while I sat up to let her have better access to my back. Fingers were fine, but I wanted her hands pressed to my skin, searing her touch there forever. So, I could find comfort knowing when I am away from her for longer periods of time, she could be with me.
“His struggle with taking on guilt with the loss of his wife and then again when Kelsey had trouble with her mother. I guess your dad thinks that you will do the same if something happens to me,” Devon said with a sad expression.
Grunting in answer because honestly, I would take on guilt if something happened to Devon and I wasn’t there to protect her. My job takes me away, out of the country most of the time and for long periods depending on the mission. Knowing Devon was going to be safe and not in harms way was more important to me than anything else.
“You know what baby?” I asked, brushing my lips across the soft skin just below her ear, pulling a moan from her that went straight to my dick.
“I think,” I continued while exploring her skin with my lips, “we should stop talking about everything else except how I am going to familiarise myself with this luscious body. One night was just enough to whet my appetite,” I murmured, licking her neck just behind her ear, feeling the goosebumps my kisses left in their wake.
“Um… I am on board with… Ohhh yeah, that.” Devon shivered on my lap, her legs falling apart, which was just as well because I wanted to explore what was in between those beautiful sexy thighs.
“Ah baby, while I agree with your plan, and it is a very good plan. I was thinking of something else first,” Devon said, slipping off my knees to kneel in front of me. Immediately, I reached for her to put her back but she surprised me by placing her hand right on my bulging crotch. “Our first night together was amazing, but I was kinda wondering if I could maybe, you know…” A bright red blush covered her lightly tanned cheeks, and I had to smile at her cute embarrassment. Well I was smiling until her fingers found the button fasteners of my utility fatigues and deftly pulled at them.
“No, I don’t know what,” I rasped, then groaned when she made contact with my hard dick through my boxers.
“Blow job Ninja, I want to give you a blow job. I haven’t given one before although I wanted to, but you know how disastrous my first and second time were and the guys—”
I shut Devon up with a hard kiss, feral thoughts entering my mind at the thought she considered having a man’s dick in her mouth that wasn’t mine.
“Devon,” I growled against her soft lips.
“Hmm, I do love the way you shut down my rambling Gabriel,” Devon whispered excitedly.
Blood pumped from all parts of my body and down to my throbbing dick, mostly because Devon had managed to free it from the confines of my boxers through the handy opening.
“But let’s see if we can find another way to keep my mouth busy,” she purred, totally in temptress mode, pumping her hand up and down the length of my shaft, her thumb and forefinger gathering the pre-cum at the tip and rubbing it over the ruddy head.
“Who am I to argue with good logic baby. Giddy up,” I groaned.
“Oh, that will come later Ninja, I will definitely be riding my Ninja Man count on that.”
Her head lowered to my lap, but not before I saw the sexy sight of her tongue lick a wet path across her bottom lip, then the top. My dick twitched when her mouth opened over the head, cautiously at first, then blew my mind as she took the whole length on my dick all the way to the base, not gagging once.
Holy fucking shit, this woman was all mine.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DEVON
Gabriel and I settled into life at the compound together. Four weeks since the night he came back from his mission and I’d finally told him everything. Our relationship was blossoming, our connection stronger and our sexual chemistry was off the charts. My period turned up a couple of weeks ago, and honestly both of us sighed with relief when it did.
Family was in my future for sure, kids and a house– all of it, just not right now. Gabriel and I wanted time to be a couple before we brought a baby into the world, plus I was yet to experience a long deployment or a really dangerous mission. So far, his beeper had remained silent, his phone went off a lot with calls from the base. Nothing life-altering, or dangerous, thank god. Every morning after we showered together, because it was one of my favourite morning routines, he clipped the small black device to his belt. The presence of it taunted me, never letting me forget that one day it was going to go off and I was going to have to learn how to live without him around.
Living at the compound I knew was going to be a good start.
Gabriel agreed that I needed time away from my other life, and so he decided to move back to Ballarat with me, but his presence was still required at the base in Queenscliff two days a week. On those days and nights, he went back to the apartments with his team and I remained with the Souls. Gabriel had argued the point that I should go back with him and stay in his place on the dunes so we could still be together. He told me sleeping without me was not his ideal, and while that sweet fact made my heart swell, and I, of course, sank to my knees and worshipped a part of him I was incredibly fond of, I was not ready to go back. The almost certainty that my brothers would be told from one of the locals meant I won the argument and, Gabriel, grudgingly, admitted my debating technique was his personal favourite.
The nights he was away were hard but tolerable for me. Number one, he was still in the country. Two, his ninja skills were not needed and neither were bullets, rocket launchers or the possibility of a hand to hand knife fight. And three, the skype sex was brilliant because the internet connection actually worked. Now, I wasn’t privy to how annoying skyping Gabriel in a foreign country was yet, I was taking his word for it.
“Hey baby, where is your mind taking you off to?” Gabriel suddenly asked, bringing my focus back to what I was doing.
Looking up at him, I smiled shyly. “Skype sex,” I answered truthfully. There was no point in telling him something other than the truth. My ‘head rambling’, as Gabriel called it, once was something he was getting used to now. My verbal rambling still took him off guard from time to time, however
, like now.
Gabriel’s eyes darkened to a shade of dark coal, the same look he got every time I gave him one of my blow jobs, which was awesome for me to give him, by the way. His dick truly was a work of art– long, thick, and ever so smooth. Perfectly shaped, no weird bend at the end, it wasn’t overly veiny and he kept his hair there very well maintained.
“Pixie we are meant to be enjoying a walk along the main street, holding hands and enjoying being in love. Having a hard dick does not give me a good look for the local shop owners, many of which are my family,” Gabriel mockingly lectured me, but my mind was stuck.
Stuck on one particular word. And my brain was running away with it.
No, he didn’t.
Yes, he did.
Nah, he did not say he loved me.
Well, he didn’t actually say he loved me, I didn’t hear… Devon I love you.
He said, enjoying being in love.
I heard him right, right?
I stopped right there on the footpath in front of… I looked around and saw we were standing in front of a fire station, two rather large looking guys, maybe in their fifties were out the front, their blue shirts covered in lots of emblems and insignias that I surmised indicated their ranks. Judging by how many there were, they must be pretty high up there in the service. Although, the one with a faux hawk and the seriously massive muscled body was not your typical firefighter.
“Devon, are you okay baby?” Gabriel asked me, this time, he sounded less amused and more worried. His hand let go of mine and instead grabbed onto my shoulders.
“Darlin’ was it something I said?”
Speak Devon, for Christ sake speak! I yelled inwardly at myself, now was not to time to run off inside my head. My boyfriend just basically told me he loved me and all I could do was stand dumbstruck while staring at two hot firemen.
I actually shook my head to clear the fog, shook it hard, so it was just as well Gabriel had hold of me; otherwise, my ferocious shaking might have had me toppling over.
“You said the L word,” I spluttered rather stupidly.
Gabriel smirked at me, understanding dawning on him, as to where my mind did, in fact, go.
“Yes,” he replied simply. Annoyingly.
“As in love?” I prompted.
“Yes.”
“Gabriel, this is very important. Do not mess with me,” I warned him, narrowing my eyes, doing my best impersonation of all the Souls’ men when they are in war room mode.
Gabriel laughed, literally throwing his head back and laughed at me.
I quickly perused his pants and looked to see if he had his knife strapped to his belt, thinking I might just need to use it on him.
“You love me?” I asked in a whisper, reaching up and laying my hands on his on my shoulders, gripping them in a white-knuckle hold.
“I do. More than I can tell you Pixie,” he said adoringly, his grey eyes holding mine, captivating me like always.
“Try,” I demanded, again stupidly.
Hunkering down, he put his face so close to mine I could see the flecks of black and silver in his beautiful orbs.
“All my life, I wanted what my parents have. I looked for that same kind of love, the same connection. I wanted someone that would make my heart beat faster with just one look. For my skin to tingle and burn with just one touch. To fall in love so deep with that one person, breathing without her would be impossible.” Moving forward ,just a few millimetres his lips touched mine, his breath mingling with mine, he continued to rock my world.
“I found all those things and so much more when I found you Devon. I am so deep in love with you, I can’t remember what my life was like before you. I don’t want to, because nothing is worth thinking about if you aren’t part of me,” Gabriel rasped roughly, almost desperately. It was as if he was begging me to believe him. He didn’t need to, because everything he just said I felt it to my bones.
“I fucking love you Devon Maree Mercy. Never doubt it, never forget it and please never let me go.”
It took me point three of a second after he declared all that, with such perfection, to throw my arms around his neck and open my mouth over his, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and kiss the ever-loving hell out of him. Gabriel took even less time, to wrap me against him, pulling me off the ground and take control of our scorching kiss.
Big powerful arms held me off the ground while clever strong hands roamed over my back under my tank. I wasn’t wearing a bra today; the tank had a built-in shelf bra thanks to the ladies of the Flock. It was one of their own designs, I loved the bright pink I just Got Flocked writing across my chest, the black material made it harder for people to tell I was swinging free and easy. Gabriel’s growl of appreciation and his hands sweeping over the edge of my bare breasts had my blood pumping and my core throbbing.
I heard a low wolf whistle behind me, and a deep voice calling out something about getting a room. Gabriel dragged his lips away, panting heavily, his eyes still bright.
“I love you too Gabriel. You are the best person I know, you care deeply for your family and your team. You believe in yourself, you believe in me,” I said softy, still in his arms, my feet still swinging off the ground. “And you let me ramble and get stuck inside my head without a complaint,” I added with a wink.
“I will always believe in you, baby, in us. I will fight for us every day for the rest of our lives. I will always do everything in my power to come home to you, and I will never ever stop your rambling. That shit is too fucking funny, Pix.”
“So, your family owns all of the business in this street?” I asked, in between bites of the best chicken, cheese and mayo wholemeal sandwich ever made. Gabriel had brought me to a quaint café with shabby chic décor for lunch after our declarations of love and our heated public display of affection witnessed by firemen and passers-by.
“Not every business, no,” Gabriel chuckled. “This place is owned by Lake Hogan, her husband was one of the fire guys watching us kiss, whistling like teenagers. He is also my mum’s cousin… which makes him—”
“Family,” I finished, laughing along with him.
“Yeah, I suppose so, but seriously the Souls have done great things for not only the local economy but the community too. Dad and the guys donate money, time and resources to many charities. Us kids grew up volunteering at school fetes, at hospitals, bloody all over the place.”
“You didn’t enjoy it?” I asked always interested in hearing anything about Gabriel’s childhood.
“Not at the age of ten I didn’t, none of us did really. It wasn’t until we were older that the lot of us understood what our parents’ lesson was and its value,” he said, taking a sip of his mug of black coffee. Gabriel was a no-frills kind of guy, black coffee- no sugar; he didn’t drown his food in sauces or condiments. And he was happy with savoury biscuits without cheese for dinner. He said it came from being in the army and spending time in deserts and jungles, adapting to the limitations thrust upon him. Personally, I believed he was just a super ninja with superpowers and could survive on dirty puddle water and a stale piece of bread crust.
“What was the lesson?” I asked.
“I guess it was proving that the Wounded Souls wasn’t a stereotypical motorcycle club. We aren’t scary, we aren’t criminals and we care about this town. Arriving at school on the back of a Harley tended to attract a lot of unwanted attention, lots of kids wanted to be our friends in the hopes of being invited to the compound. Our parents couldn’t and wouldn’t change that, but they could change the way the community saw us.”
I thought for a moment on what Gabriel said about his upbringing and couldn’t help comparing it to my own. His family saw the challenges and worked out a way to ensure their children didn’t suffer any unfairness because of it. My father saw nothing in me except as a reminder of what he’d lost. He held onto the unfairness of having a child with cancer and took the easy road, and left it to a bunch of teenagers and a few kind-hearted old ladies.
I liked the way Gabriel grew up a lot better. Our children were going to have the same warmth, support and love he’d had as a child. That much I was bloody sure.
Then, as if the universe decided I was having too much fun, too happy, my phone started to ring and even before I looked at the screen I knew who it was calling.
“Oh crap,” I mumbled when I glanced a look at the screen seeing ‘Dad Calling’.
“Baby?” Gabriel asked looking at my shrilling phone. I was kind of old school by nature, hanging around old women most of my younger years when I wasn’t in hospital, my tastes naturally were encouraged by theirs. I liked to go into the bank to withdraw money, I loved percolated coffee and I drank my tea with the teabag dangling in the cup. I also set my phone to a ring-tone like an old-fashioned rotary telephone.
Some would call me weird, I preferred quirky, unique, feisty.
I watched his handsome face go from causal and relaxed to tense and angry.
“What do you want to do Pixie?” he asked me, and I liked that. Liked that he wasn’t insisting that I answer it or let it go to voicemail. Gabriel was not about controlling, he didn’t lecture, and he never wanted me to be anything than what I was. The best example of that was just the other day when we had an amazing love making session, our third for the day. No beeper went off, so I had no less than thirty minutes of him between my legs, his mouth and tongue paid extra attention to my throbbing pussy. His attention to detail was nothing short of masterful, stupendous, just downright clit tingling marvellous really.
Anyhoo…
As I laid in his arms, he asked me what I wanted to do.
“Dev, do you miss the dog walking?” Gabriel asked, his hand gently skimming down my ribs then back up to my breasts.
“Hmm, sort of, yeah,” I hummed, thoroughly enjoying the afterglow of specular sex with my man.
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