Beauty and the Biker

by Riley, Alexa

  I start thrusting slowly at first, and then build to long strokes, holding her hips so I can rub her clit as I move in and out. After just a few thrusts, she throws her head back and moans my name, becoming every inch the sexy vixen she once was with me. The Julie I knew took her pleasure from my body and demanded the orgasm I was going to give her. Seeing her like this again, feeling her under me, it’s like we never missed a day.

  I try to go slow, but I can’t. It’s too much. Having her again, and knowing that she’s with me, I can’t stand it. I thrust hard a few more times, and when I know she’s on the edge, I send us both over. I push inside her, getting as far inside her pussy as I can, and I shout my release as she shouts hers. We cum together, and it’s a sweaty sexy mess. I’ve filled her so full of cum, it runs down between us, and it makes me smile.

  As Julie catches her breath, I kiss her and turn us onto our sides so we can face one another but still be connected. I know this time it needs to be different, because we’re different. I want this to be for forever, so I’m going to do whatever it takes, starting with being honest.

  “I’m scared I might have a nightmare again now that you’re here.”

  “I’m scared you might too.”

  She rubs the side of my scarred face. I don’t really pay them much attention anymore. For so long they were nothing but a reminder of everything I had lost, and I stopped looking at them. Now, as she touches my face, they are a reminder of what we’ve survived. Together.

  “I haven’t had one in years, but I keep going to therapy. My doctor tells me I’ll have setbacks, but it should get better as time goes on.”

  “I’m worried that the second you do, you’ll be out the door.”

  Her confession hits me in my heart, because I know I gave her that fear.

  “Look at me, shortcake.” Our eyes lock, and I hold her chin, so she knows I mean what I say. “If it happens, I won’t leave you. If I get like that again, I’ll get help, and I may have Lucias come sleep on the couch to make sure everything is okay, but I swear, this time we’ll work through it together. I’m not a monster like I thought I was, and seeing you tonight showed me that. I made a choice to leave the way I did, and I chose not to handle my issues with my wife. I won’t ever make that choice again. You hear me?”

  “I hear you, Abe.”

  I roll us over so I’m on top of her again, and I thrust inside. “Now tell me you love me, and let’s seal the deal again.”

  “You know I do,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck, giving me a cocky grin.

  “How much?”

  “More than bacon.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  JULIE

  I try to jerk my hands from his but he won’t let go. He just locks his fingers tighter with mine.

  “Abe, I can’t!” I beg him, but he only growls into my pussy. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve cum. I don’t know if he’s been at this for minutes, hours, or maybe even days. The pleasure has just blended together into one night of heaven.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chant, and I’m surprised I haven’t lost my voice. After I told him I couldn’t take another round of sex until my body had a little time to recover, he decided that gave him the all clear to just go after my clit.

  “One more, shortcake. Please, just one more, I need it,” he pleads before diving back in, making my back bow off the bed.

  He eats me like a man starved. And maybe he is. His mouth locks around my clit, sucking it, his tongue teasing it. His facial hair rubs up against my thighs, the hard whiskers almost painful, but somehow it only adds to the pleasure.

  My knees clamp tightly together, trying to close, but Abe is so big and broad, I can’t do anything to stop him. I’m completely open to him with no escape. Every time I try to squirm away, it’s like he buries himself deeper into me, afraid I’ll disappear.

  Abe isn't a tease. He gets pleasure from every orgasm he pulls from my body. Looking down at him sends me over the edge. The sheer size of him and the ferocity of how much he needs me send another orgasm rippling through my body.

  I lie limp on the bed, but he still doesn’t let me go. He moves up a little, laying his head on the top of my mound. I look down at him, and he stares at me with a half-smile on his face. It’s a smile I haven’t seen since before he left me to go back to the desert.

  “I can’t lose you,” he says, making my heart clench. I hate all the years we’ve spent apart, all the time lost, but I can’t lie and say it doesn’t make me happy that he’s missed me just as much as I’ve missed him. At least I had our son, and I had a piece of Abe with me. He’s been all alone this whole time.

  Pulling my hand from his, I run my fingers through his hair, down to the scar that runs from his temple to his jaw. He normally hides this side of his face.

  “I forgot about them for a moment. You never comment on them,” he says, and I can hear the insecurity in his voice.

  “I don’t notice them.” This is the truth. Are they there? Yes, of course. But I still remember the day he opened his eyes in the hospital, and all I saw was him. His blue eyes took my breath away. “They’re just a part of our journey.”

  “We're going to be on this path together now, you and me,” he tells me, climbing up my body like a panther after its prey, taking my mouth with his. I can taste myself all over him, taste the pleasure he’s given my body.

  I feel his cock against me, and I wiggle, knowing I couldn’t take him right now even though I want nothing more. I want to stay locked up in him for days, to make up for lost time.

  Pulling back, he trails kisses along my neck, making me breathless.

  “Abe, honey, I need a shower,” I tell him, but part of it comes out as a moan, and I feel him smile against my neck.

  A knock sounds at the door. “Savage, we need to talk,” Lucias says through the door.

  “We're going to have to get our own place,” he growls, dragging himself from the bed. He’s probably right. I have my own apartment, but there’s definitely not room for Savage in it, and I don’t like the idea of raising our kid inside a motorcycle club. I don’t even think Abe could fit on my king-size bed.

  Rolling onto my side, I watch him pull on a pair of jeans, and then dig through a drawer before he throws a shirt at me. Snatching it up, I jump off the bed and slip past him before he can grab me. “Door,” I say, reminding him Lucias is on the other side.

  He lets out a grunt, watching me retreat into the bathroom.

  “Jesus, this room smells like sex,” I hear Lucias say, making me blush even though I know he can’t see me.

  “Then don’t fucking breathe,” Abe shoots back, sounding agitated.

  Lucias lets out a laugh. “She’s still here, I take it?”

  I don’t hear Abe’s response, so he must have said what he needed to say with just a look.

  “You going to let me in or you want to go down to my office?”

  For some reason I hope he lets him in. I want to hear what they’re going to say. I should turn on the shower and give them their privacy, but if Abe lets him in the room, he has to know I might hear what they say.

  “Yeah, man, come in.”

  Leaning against the door, I wait to hear what Lucias has to say. We’ve never had a problem before, but he’s the one who told me I should leave Abe alone, that I was only making things worse. Would he tell him he should kick me out? That I’m better left in the past? Part of me wants to storm in there and get in the face of anyone who tries to rip us apart, but another part wants to hear what Abe has to say to him.

  “Five Aces are pissed you were in one of their bars last night. Not only that, but they also said you knocked out their Road Captain.”

  “I warned him. I told him he was messing with my property,” Abe growls back. Last night when Burnout suggested I belonged to him, it pissed me off and terrified me, but when Abe says it I get a warm feeling in my stomach, and my heart flutters.

  “You married her? Fuck
. I thought you just went and saw her that night in Vegas, I had no idea. You never said you guys got married.”

  “I did more than that. Apparently, I knocked her up that night too. Fuck, Pres, she’s been raising our child all alone, and I’ve been spending the last few years of my life beating the shit out of people. I was half-wishing I was dead, and she was over there raising our child while working in a fucking strip club!” He nearly yells the last part, his words filled with regret.

  “Stop that shit right fucking now. You hear me? This isn’t all on you, Savage. She showed up here a few times, and I told her to leave. God, I was so stupid.”

  “I told you I didn’t want to see her. I remember that much, even though I was drowning in a bottle most of the time. ”

  “She tried so many times, but the last time she showed up and you knew about it, you fucking lost it. Hell, I thought you were dead, you drank yourself so deep. So the next time she came by and asked to see you, I let her have it. I didn’t want her coming around anymore. You weren’t getting any better, and I thought one of those times she showed up, you wouldn’t make it out alive. Then, after a while, you got better. Putting you in the ring did more good than I could have hoped for. You still seem to fight it, but I haven’t been woken up with you screaming from nightmares in a long time. I thought about telling you how she came by that last time, and how I turned her away, but I was scared what that might do to you. All that progress, just to have it flushed away. Figured it was best to leave it alone.”

  “I just feel like if I would’ve known, maybe I could—”

  “Stop,” Lucias says, cutting him off. “You’ve been living in the past too damn long, and look where it’s got you. Right now, you can choose to step out of it and into your future with her. Or you can drag both of you back through the pain of ‘what if’ and ‘might have been.’”

  My eyes start to water at Lucias’s words. He couldn’t be more right. We can keep bringing up who did what and rake over what was lost, or we can let it go. All of it. Move on from here.

  I pull the shirt over my head and open the bathroom door, making both men turn to look at me. I just run towards Abe, and he catches me in the air while I wrap myself around him.

  “We have to, Abe. We have to let it all go.” He holds me tightly as I whisper in his ear.

  “It’s gone, baby. I can let anything go if you’ll stay with me.”

  “Forever.”

  I look over and see Lucias smiling at us.

  “Hey, Julie. Nice to see you again, and even nicer to see your ass.”

  It’s then I remember I have nothing on under my shirt, which has risen up with me wrapped around Abe. Instantly he lets me loose, but grabs me into his lap as he sits down on the bed.

  “President or not, you look at her ass again we’ll have problems.”

  Lucias sighs, ignoring Abe’s threat, and leans back against the wall.

  “And that brings us back to the Five Aces. They say she’s theirs.”

  Abe’s arms tighten around me at his words.

  “Are we really having this conversation?” he asks, placing a kiss on my neck.

  “Normally I wouldn’t, but they offered me such an easy deal that I thought you might like to hear it.”

  “Which is?”

  “Apparently, Burnout has it bad for her, and he wants to fight for her next week in the Bottoms. They want to make a whole event out of it.”

  “What?” I shout, trying to pull myself from Abe to stand up, but he holds me tightly, and I can feel his body shaking with laughter. I look over and see Lucias laughing too. How can he think this is funny? What is this, the Middle Ages? They want to fight for me? “Why are you laughing about this?”

  “Because it’s fucking ridiculous, that’s why. That little piss ant couldn’t take Savage out if we tied his arms behind his back. Which makes me think they might be up to something.”

  “Like what?” Abe asks, getting serious.

  “They still have a hard-on for Casper after she popped the VP, so maybe they have something planned. We just need to make sure we do this nice and clean, and make sure the prospects are checking everyone at the door. No guns or weapons. Period.”

  “Sounds good to me. Good luck letting Casper know she can’t carry.”

  “Yeah, I’ll have Vincent tell her,” Lucias says, half-smiling. “I’ll leave you two alone now. Oh, and Julie, it’s great to have you back.”

  “It’s great to be back.”

  “You give her the rundown of how this place works. Things are a little different than they were before,” he says, making his way to the door.

  “To be honest, I don’t know how long I’m staying,” Abe says, making us both turn to look at him, but his eyes are just on me. “I have a family now. They’ll always come first.”

  “Abe, no,” I say, not wanting him to leave his club. These are his brothers. He’s been with them before there was even an ‘us’. They may not have been in a motorcycle club together, but they were a team. Before they just wore their fatigues, now they wear their cuts.

  I start to protest, but Lucias beats me to it. “We’re all family, Savage. She’s yours, which makes her one of ours. We don’t have to choose one over another. We’re all one big family. We’d never do that to each other.” Lucias takes a second to look him in the eyes, and Abe nods, acknowledging what he’s said. Lucias continues. “Also, don’t worry about anyone coming for Julie or her family. Vincent gave me some good old-fashioned blackmail to use against the Five Aces. Never thought I’d say it’s nice to know a fed.”

  “But the fight’s still on?” Abe asks.

  “Fuck yeah. That fight is going to pull in some serious bank. Even got a few outside clubs wanting to come in and watch. It’s gonna be packed.”

  “Sounds good. Now get the fuck out. I need to give my old lady a shower.”

  My nose scrunches up at his words.

  “What? You’re not my old lady?’

  “It just sounds so…old.”

  I hear Lucias shut the door, leaving us alone. Abe lets out a roar of laughter that shakes his whole body, shaking mine in turn. It’s a sound I intend to get from him as often as I can.

  “Come on,” he says, picking me up and carrying me into the bathroom. “I’m going to clean you up, and then we're going to introduce me to my son.”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  SAVAGE

  I’ve never been so nervous in my entire life. I asked Julie about our son last night, wanting to know everything about him. Every time I asked something specific, she just told me to wait. It was driving me crazy, but she said seeing him would answer everything. I feel like I have this space in my heart just waiting to be filled by him. Coming to Julie’s parents’ house with her is so nerve-wracking, but I’d do anything for her and for our son.

  Julie’s parents were welcoming, though not as warm as I’d hoped. She made me promise not to tell them about her working at the strip club. They thought she was just working at some random bar, pouring drinks on the weekend to make ends meet. Ends I should have been meeting for her. I can’t help but feel it’s partly my fault she worked there to begin with.

  I know my relationship with her parents will have to mend over time. They saw what I did to her, and they’re the ones who have been taking care of her since I left the picture, but I’m going to work hard at fixing it. I’ll work to give our son a full family, something I never had.

  “I’ll go check on him and see if he’s up from his nap,” Julie says, leaving me alone with her parents in the kitchen.

  I look over at her mom and dad, knowing they deserve an apology. “I wish I had the right words to explain everything, but I don’t. I’m sorry I left Julie the way I did, and put you both in the position to take care of her when I should have been there for her. Thank you for taking care of her and my son, and if there’s ever anything I can do to repay that, I will.”

  Her dad look
s at me with those dark brown eyes, just like Julie’s, and nods his head. “You can start by being in their lives again, and being the husband and father they deserve.”

  “You’re right. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to both of them.”

  “Here he is,” I hear Julie behind me, and I turn around to see her carrying a giant of a kid.

  “Oh my God, he’s only two? He’s huge.” I look at him in disbelief and wonder, with the biggest smile on my face. I can feel it stretching from ear to ear. “He’s so beautiful.” I instantly feel tears in my eyes. I can see my dark shaggy hair and Julie’s big brown eyes.

  He looks at me with just as much wonder as I’m looking at him.

  “This is AJ. As in Abraham Junior.”

  “Julie,” I whisper, getting choked up. Jesus, she named my son after me, even though I was a piece of shit and ran out on her. “Hey, AJ,” I say around the lump in my throat. I can feel the tears slide down my cheeks, but I don’t want him to think I’m sad.

  AJ reaches his little chubby hand out and touches my cheek where the tears are.

  “Dada, no cry.”

  I look over to Julie in complete shock. “Did he just—”

  “You be tough, Dada. No cry.” He’s got this stern look on his face like he’s telling me to pull it together, and I cry more. My heart is bursting with so many emotions, I can’t help it.

  With a heavy sigh, AJ holds his arms out to me, indicating I should hold him. I look at Julie and she’s crying too, but she nods her head and lets me know it’s okay. I open my arms, and he practically jumps into mine.

  “Dada need hug,” he says, squeezing me tightly.

  “How?” It’s the only thing I can choke out as I look to Julie and wonder how he knows me.