Zipper

by Harley Wylde

  The officer nodded. “You two be careful. I have officers patrolling the area around the compound in case Tia Lee comes back to finish the job. Wouldn’t hurt to be extra vigilant until she’s brought in.”

  “We have it covered, Officer Daniels,” Mason said. “Some other clubs are even going to help with security until this is over.”

  The officer’s jaw firmed, but he nodded then went back to his cruiser.

  “Are you going to pay that?” I asked, as I looked at the ticket on the seat between us.

  “Nope. I’ll have Wire make it disappear.”

  I rolled my eyes. Of course he would.

  “Was it smart to tell him other clubs were coming here? Or are already here?” I asked.

  “If he thinks they’re only here to help protect you, then he won’t look too closely when he sees them around town. This time anyway.”

  I worried at my lower lip as Mason pulled back into traffic and headed for home. “Mason, I know the club isn’t completely legal, but you aren’t doing anything that will get you taken away from me, are you? I just found you and…”

  He pulled over again, then wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his as he kissed me long and hard. “I’m fine. The club is fine. Some of the guys are ex-military, including Torch, and those skills come in handy. Plus, we have Wire. I don’t want you to worry, okay? We’re not in a war with other clubs, and we’re not dealing in women or kids.”

  “All right,” I said softly.

  “I’m not going to do something stupid, Del. I want to be there for you and our kid. But I’m not going to turn my back on my club either. If Torch needs me to handle a job, I’m going to do it. I’m always careful, and I’ll be more so now that I have a family to come home to.”

  “I just love you so much. It would kill me if you were taken from me,” I said.

  “Not going anywhere, baby. They’d have to put me six feet under, and even then I’d still watch over you.”

  I smiled faintly, even though that wasn’t exactly encouraging. When we got to the compound, I saw that not only was a Prospect at the gate, but someone wearing a Devil’s Boneyard cut was standing there too. It was the guy with the black eye, and I wondered how he’d beaten us back to the compound. We pulled through, and Mason went straight to our house. Three more men were outside when he came to a stop in the driveway. One was another Prospect and the other two were Dixie Reapers I hadn’t met yet.

  Mason helped me out of the truck, then stopped long enough for introductions.

  “You’ve met Ivan before,” he said, motioning to the Prospect. “These are two of my other brothers. Rocky and Tempest.”

  “Tempest?” I asked.

  Tempest winked. “When I get finished with someone, it looks like they’ve been tossed by a fierce storm.”

  Mason snorted. “He has anger issues. Rocky got his name because he’s as big as a fucking mountain.”

  Rocky just grinned at the description, and Tempest gave Mason the finger.

  “How many others have I not met yet?” I asked.

  “A few. You’ll likely meet Wraith at some point. He tends to be ghost-like and is only seen when he wants to be. Keeps to himself, but he’s a badass you want on your side. Then there’s Gears, Bats, and Sarge.”

  “And Devil’s Boneyard is related to all of this how? I know Ryker’s club is Hades Abyss, even though I’m still a little confused about how he’s living here and not a Reaper,” I said.

  “Darian’s daddy is the VP for the Devil’s Boneyard, but Scratch also helped Ridley get here when she was in trouble. They’ve helped us out from time to time. Kind of like an extension of our family,” Mason said. “You’ll see them here off and on… mostly Scratch because he likes to come visit his daughter and grandkid.”

  “Jackal,” Rocky said behind a cough.

  Mason frowned. “Yeah, I’m not sure how that’s going to play out yet.”

  “Who’s Jackal?” I asked.

  “A member of Devil’s Boneyard, but he kind of hooked up with Tank’s sister a while back. Needless to say, Tank isn’t happy with the way things turned out,” Mason said.

  I wondered if that was the guy with the black eye.

  “I haven’t met Tank’s sister, have I?” I asked.

  “Not yet.”

  They shared a look, and I knew there was a lot more to that tale, but for whatever reason, they weren’t sharing. I’d have to ask Ridley or Isabella about it later. I sometimes felt so lost. If I was going to make the Dixie Reapers my family and make my home here at the compound, I needed to get to know everyone better, and find out the secrets that didn’t pertain to jobs they were doing. It felt a little like being dropped into a soap opera. Or maybe more like high school, but with motorcycles and illegal dealings. Then again, that sounded a lot like the high school I’d attended.

  “Any other clubs I need to know about?” I asked.

  “There are others around, but we don’t really deal with them much. We sometimes deal with the Reckless Barbarians, but it’s not often. They’re pretty decent guys, just a little wild,” Mason said. “They live in Louisiana in the New Orleans area, so they don’t make the trip more than once or twice a year. I think they have a chapter in Texas too, and one somewhere in the northwest.”

  “I sometimes feel like I’ve been dropped down a rabbit hole,” I muttered.

  Mason smiled and led me up to the front door. “Come on, baby. Time to celebrate our wedding. These guys will make sure no one bothers us, right?”

  All three nodded and began to spread out, probably to cover the perimeter of the house. Part of me was glad that we had extra security, especially after what happened with my stepmom, and the other part… well, things were about to get very loud inside the house, and I had no doubt they’d be able to hear everything. My cheeks warmed at the thought. I also knew for certain Mason would avoid the sun porch while they were out there. While I’d enjoyed the thrill of possibly being seen that day, I didn’t really have a desire for anyone to watch Mason punish me or fuck me. I wasn’t quite that adventurous. But I’d enjoyed that day so much I’d hoped we could do it again. Looked like that would have to wait until my step-monster was brought to justice.

  He swept me up into his arms and carried me over the threshold, which I thought was sweet. Then he kicked the door shut and went straight back to the bedroom. My heart was racing when I realized that while we’d been sleeping together for about a week or more, this was our first time as husband and wife. I knew it wasn’t really different, but for me it was a big moment. A memory I knew I would cherish all my life, and that made me both excited and nervous. I wanted today to be perfect in every way.

  Mason let me slide down his body; then he slowly began to undress me. He set the tiara on the dresser, then knelt to remove my shoes, carefully setting them aside. Moving around behind me, he slid down the zipper on my dress and I stepped out of it as it pooled around my feet. He picked it up and draped it across a chair in the corner. My eyes misted with tears, knowing he was trying his best to move slow and not ruin my wedding finery. I’d see about having the dress preserved later, and I was grateful that he was being so thoughtful.

  I stood before him in nothing more than my bra and panties, but the way he looked at me made me feel like I was wearing the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen. But then, Mason always made me feel beautiful and cherished. I could probably wear a burlap bag and he’d like what he saw. Being with him was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be, and so much more.

  “I love you,” I said softly.

  “Love you too.” He smiled, then kissed me.

  My toes curled as I gripped his biceps and held on. It amazed me that something as simple as his lips against mine could make the room spin. No matter how many times we kissed, it just seemed to get better every time.

  Chapter Eight

  Zipper

  I’d stripped off my clothes as quick as I could, letting them fall to t
he floor and tossing my cut across the top of the dresser. It still seemed a little surreal that I was holding my wife as her curves pressed against me. I’d never thought I’d get married, hadn’t been interested in keeping a woman. Except for Delphine. Even when she’d been too damn young, I’d wanted her. I’d known it was wrong, and I’d been disgusted with myself, but I couldn’t deny that I’d felt a pull to her. Not that she’d been a typical sixteen-year-old. She’d been wise beyond her years, could hold a conversation with an adult without any problem, and didn’t seem to care for hanging out with kids her age. If I hadn’t been worried I’d give in to temptation, I’d have stayed and maybe we’d have been together a lot sooner.

  But she was here now, in my arms, and she was mine in every way possible. I had a property cut for her in the closet, and I’d give it to her in the morning. After the baby got here, and I knew she was one hundred percent healthy again, then I’d ink her. For now, the gold band on her finger was enough for me. The way she looked up at me, her eyes soft, with a sweet smile curving her lips, made me feel like I was the most important person in the world. At least, in her world, and that’s the one that mattered most to me.

  “Are you going to fuck your wife, Mason?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

  My cock got even harder, but no, I wasn’t going to fuck my wife. Today was special, a day that we would hopefully remember forever. A new beginning for both of us. When I looked back on this day in twenty years, I wanted to remember loving my new wife slowly, wringing every drop of pleasure from her that I could, making her toes curl, and hearing her scream my name. I wanted her claw marks down my back, and I wanted to make sure she knew that she was it for me.

  “No. I’m going to make love to my wife,” I said softly.

  I kissed her slowly, deeply, letting my hands roam over her curves, then settling on her hips and pulling her tighter against me. I took my time, tasting her and exploring her soft skin. Dragging down the straps of her bra, I pulled the cups down, then lowered my head to tease first one nipple, then the other. I sucked on them hard, drawing them to a point, before stroking them with my thumbs. She shivered as she gripped my shoulders tight. I wanted to give her the night she deserved, the kind of loving that I’d never had with another woman. Something that was just ours.

  “So beautiful,” I murmured before taking a nipple into my mouth again. I grazed it with my teeth, then bit lightly before smoothing the ache with my tongue.

  “Mason, I appreciate that you want tonight to be special, but… what makes it special is that I’m with you. I’m yours, and you’re mine. And I love how things are between us in the bedroom, and every other room in the house. You don’t have to change for so much as one night because I love it when you’re all rough and demanding.”

  “What are you saying, Del?”

  “This softer side of you is nice, and maybe when I’m the size of a whale I’ll appreciate it more, but right now? Right now, I want my husband to make me his. I want your mark on my body. When I get up tomorrow, I want your handprint on my ass, I want whisker burn on every inch of me, I want the marks of your fingers on my hips from where you held me tight and pounded into me.”

  “In other words…”

  “I want you off this leash you’ve put yourself on. I want you wild and reckless. I want the Mason I fell in love with, the Mason I married. Not some watered-down version because you think that’s what I want or need tonight.”

  I smiled, then walked her toward the bed and pushed her down onto the mattress. “Stay right there.”

  I walked over to the closet and pulled the bag off the top shelf, where I’d stored it after my little trip to Sensual Delights. I’d been waiting for the right moment to pull out the things I’d purchased for Del, and it seemed that today was it. Setting the bag on the floor beside the bed, I reached inside and pulled out some bejeweled nipple clamps, giving her a wicked smile as I showed them to her.

  She caught her lower lip between her teeth and leaned back on her arms, giving me room to work. I attached first one clamp, then the other, giving them a little tug that made her moan and squirm. Her legs parted enough for me to see that her panties were soaked. I rubbed against the wet material and couldn’t wait to be inside her. I tugged on the nipple clamps again and she shivered.

  “Lie in the middle of the bed and put your hands up by the headboard,” I said.

  She reached for her bra, but I stopped her. “No, that stays exactly as it is.”

  Her eyes darkened as she hurried to obey. When she was in position, I reached into the bag and pulled out some fuzzy handcuffs, then locked her hands to the headboard. After the last time I’d used cuffs on her, I’d wanted something that wouldn’t leave a mark on her wrists. I trailed my hands down her body, toying with the clamps again before moving my palms down her sides to her hips. I gripped her panties and peeled them down her legs, tossing them aside.

  “Open for me,” I said.

  She bent her legs and spread them wide, giving me a nice view of that pretty pussy of hers. Before I did anything else, there was one more thing I needed. I pulled out a blindfold. Her eyes went wide when she saw it, and I paused.

  “Trust me?” I asked. If the thought of being blindfolded freaked her out, then I wouldn’t do it.

  “I trust you,” she said.

  I moved closer and slipped it over her eyes, making sure the elastic band didn’t get caught in her hair. Waving my hands in front of her face, I made sure she couldn’t see anything. It was my hope that by making her rely on her other senses she’d have an even bigger orgasm than usual.

  I rummaged in the bag again and pulled out a vibrator that was maybe half the size of my cock, and some warming lube. With a smirk, I reached back inside and grabbed the ribbed anal vibe I’d picked out. Now that I knew how much she liked having my cock in her ass, I could think of other ways to have fun with her. I’d already put batteries in everything, so I’d be prepared when the time came to use it.

  Her pussy was wet enough she didn’t need lube for the first part. I clicked the vibrator on, putting it on a low setting, then slid it up and down the lips of her pussy. She gasped and her thighs trembled. I touched the tip of the vibrator to the nipple clamps and she cried out, the bedding growing damp as she got even wetter. I traced her slit again, all the way down as far as I could go. She whimpered and lifted her hips, and I smiled, knowing what she wanted, what she needed.

  I teased her some more before parting her lips and rubbing the vibe against her clit. Delphine cried out, her back arching as I circled the hard little nub. It only took a few seconds before she was coming, but I refused to back down. I kept tormenting her until she’d come a second time, then I plunged the vibrator into her pussy. I thrust it in and out several times before rubbing her clit with it again.

  Her body was straining, and I knew she would come again with little effort. I set the vibrator aside and lubed the anal vibe, then lubed her ass too. I worked my fingers into her until she was nice and slick, then I eased the toy into her tight little ass. When it was fully seated, I turned on the vibration and Delphine went wild, pulling at the cuffs, screaming out her pleasure as her body bucked and twisted.

  I gripped her hips and held her still as I plunged into her pussy, shivering as I felt the vibrations from the anal plug along my shaft. I reached for the other toy again and held it against her clit, turning up the vibrations to the highest setting. Delphine detonated, coming loud and hard. I took her hard, fast, and deep, letting the toys work their magic. Her orgasm seemed never-ending as one rolled into another. She twisted in my grasp as if she were trying to get away and get closer all at the same time.

  I pounded into her, her cream coating my cock with every stroke, until I came inside her. I didn’t slow down, not even after every last drop of cum had been wrung from me. Delphine was nearly sobbing as she came again and I fucked her through it. When I knew she couldn’t handle any more, at least not at the moment, I pulled the vibrator a
way from her clit and shut it off. But the one in her ass felt too fucking good. I ground against her, my dick still rock hard.

  “Fuck, Del. I want you again, but I don’t think you can handle it.”

  “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please. I want more.”

  I drove into her again, riding her hard as my hands gripped her hips. With every stroke, I felt the plug in her ass, and it amplified my arousal by ten. I’d never share her with another guy, but I liked feeling her stuffed full of me and the toy. I barely touched her clit with my fingers and she was coming again, taking me with her. When I pulled out, I reached down and eased the anal vibe from her ass, then shut it off and tossed it aside.

  I collapsed onto the bed next to her, and slipped the blindfold off so she could see again. She gave me a soft smile, her eyes still glazed.

  “That was amazing,” she said.

  “Let me catch my breath and I’ll uncuff you. Then I’ll get one of the Prospects at the clubhouse to go pick up something for us to eat. Do you want to try that Mexican place near the hospital? I’ve heard they have good quesadillas.”

  “Sounds good. Make sure to order salsa and sour cream with mine. Chicken.”

  I kissed her, then released her from the cuffs. I stood and stretched before I got my phone out and called the clubhouse. Gabe answered and took the order down and promised to leave it at the front door.

  While Delphine rested, I cleaned the toys before placing them on the bedside table. As much as she’d enjoyed that, and as much as I’d enjoyed the vibe in her ass while I fucked her, I knew we’d be using them again today. I pulled on some boxer briefs so I wouldn’t have to retrieve our food naked, and lounged in the bed with my wife while we waited.

  “I wasn’t too rough?” I asked. “I probably should have gone easy on you since you’ve been in the hospital. Hell, you nearly died.”

  “Honestly?” she asked.

  It made me tense, but I nodded. If it had been too much, I needed to know so I could reel myself back in. When it came to Delphine, I had a tendency to lose control.