by Jani Kay
“What is this? Wow, I’ve never seen anything like it.” She sucked in a shuddering breath. “It’s absolutely amazing. So beautiful.”
A shit eating grin split my face. Not much took Lexi by surprise but this had to be the best reaction and more than I could’ve wished for.
“It’s a rooftop garden. It’s my secret place.”
“Are you kidding me? How is it possible that nobody knows about it?”
“That’s why it’s called a secret, babe.”
She reached out to gently touch the fat pink rose closest to her. “I can’t believe this is real.”
She went from rose to rose, her nose against the soft petals, sniffing the fragrance that hung in the balmy air.
“I don’t understand. Why is it a secret? Surely you’d want to share this with everyone in the compound.”
I shook my head. “Maybe its selfish of me, but this is my piece of heaven when life becomes too much to bare.” I gestured around me. “I started this garden when I was just a kid and it’s become this over the years.”
“How did you manage to keep it a secret?”
I shrugged. “Whenever Chopper missed my mother, he had a sad look in his eyes, and because I wanted to say something to make him feel better, I once followed him. He didn’t go back to his room like I expected, instead he came up the stairs to this rooftop. There was a small garden with a few roses and other plants that my mother had grown and it was the place he felt closest to her.”
“What happened?” she whispered, spellbound by my story.
“At first I just sat on the stairs and stayed hidden. I was sure he’d give me a whopping smack that I’d discovered his secret. I listened to him talk to my mother as if she were right there with him.”
“Did he catch you out?”
“Not for a while. At first I watched him like a hawk and followed him every time he came up here, which was just about every night after my bedtime. It lasted for about three weeks, until one night a storm brewed up and large hailstones belted the roses so that they were all destroyed. Chopper was distraught and made a fist at the heavens, asking why it was so cruel to take everything he loved away from him. I couldn’t stand listening to him cry—I’d never seen a rough man like him break down and on his knees. Before I knew it, I was standing beside him, my hand on his shoulder, telling him the roses would bloom again.”
Lexi sucked in a breath. “Oh shit,” she murmured.
“Oh shit, alright. At first Chopper wanted to bite my head off, but I managed to soothe him. A man on his knees isn’t as frightening and I don’t know where it came from, but I courageously begged him to let me help him take care of the garden because I could feel my mother’s presence.”
“How did he react?”
“He swore me to secrecy. Told me that if anyone else ever discovered the garden, he’d know it was me who told them. I promised and shook his hand, kinda pissing my pants. If any of my brothers found out, I’d be dead meat.”
“Really?”
“Chopper wasn’t a man anyone fucked with. I understood that even then at the age of five. He believed that if he kept her garden going, that she might come back to him some day. And then when she died before that happened it became a shrine to her. In his own way, Chopper loved her till the day he died. She was the only woman for him and he couldn’t understand that she didn’t want to be with him any longer.”
10 — Lexi
To say that Razor swept me off my feet might have been a little dramatic, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect to see a softer side to the badass biker. A side with roses and a beautiful garden he nurtured because he felt close to his mother sounded like pure fiction and I wouldn’t have believed it if I weren’t standing in the middle of his labor of love. I kinda wanted to pinch myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“What are you thinking?”
Razor had snuck up behind me and although he didn’t touch me, I could feel his body heat radiate off him in waves. He sniffed the air and then leaned closer to take a deep sniff of my skin.
“What are you thinking?” I repeated, turning his question back on him.
“I’m thinking that this is my favorite smell. You, mixed with the scent of roses. It’s fucking intoxicating.”
His hands moved to my hips. A bolt of electricity hit me, sending ripples of pleasure to my core. I clenched my thighs together. Why the hell was my head spinning?
Lips brushed over my naked shoulder where Razor had pushed my top down my arm. Goosebumps formed on my skin and a soft rumble escaped Razor’s chest. He knew what he was doing to me and he wouldn’t stop until I melted in his arms.
Part of me wanted to resist. To tell him no. But a far bigger part of me loved the prickle of his beard against my skin.
There’s no harm in a little flirting, Lexi. After all the man just shared his biggest secret with you. He deserves a little reward.
As long as I kept telling myself that story, I closed off my mind and just allowed the pleasure of the moment to sweep over me. I hadn’t been with a man for quite a while and quite frankly I was in desperate need of a mind-blowing orgasm. The human body wasn’t made for abstinence and I craved Razor’s hands and mouth on me.
And more. So much more. I wanted his cock—the piercings included—to drive me to ecstasy. Some of the best sex I’d had, was with this man. When we first started fucking I couldn’t get enough of him, but I’d been warned that Razor wasn’t a man who kept one woman in his bed for long, so I’d made up my mind that before he had a chance to ditch me like all the other chicks before me and before I became too addicted to him, I’d rather give up having sex with him. That was over a year ago, yet I still remembered the days and nights of wild passion when our bodies had first discovered one another.
“I’ve missed you, Lexi. I miss fucking that tight little cunt of yours. Tasting you on my lips.” His voice was low and hoarse, caressing over my skin. “I want you, baby.”
Sweet baby Jesus. I couldn’t resist any longer. My whole body ached for him and for one night I wanted to go back to that sensation of being owned by a man.
Maybe it was the heady aroma of the roses. Maybe it was the stars twinkling in a cloudless sky. Maybe it was an ancient call of lust and longing. I didn’t know what the hell it was, but I wanted it. All of it.
I spun around in his arms and melted into him, my knees weak.
“I want you, too.”
Fuck, I couldn’t believe I just said that to him. Where was my damn pride? Obviously I’d left it behind the minute we stepped into his magic garden. Because that was exactly what it was. Magic. A spell binding us together so that nothing else existed.
Razor tore at my shirt, taking the ends into his hands and ripping it off my body. My fat tits fell out, the nipples hard as pebbles. His eyes glimmered, putting the stars in the sky to shame.
“Christ, you’re even more beautiful than I remember.”
Heat rose to my chest and radiated through my whole body. I wanted to be beautiful for Razor.
Taking a breast into each hand, he leaned down and kissed both. “Fuck, I missed these tits. I dreamed of them, you know.”
What?
He dreamed of my tits the same way I dreamed of his cock?
I licked my dry lips, savouring the way he softly bit my nipples just hard enough to cause some pain, then soothing them with his tongue.
“I bet your pussy is fucking dripping for me.”
I swallowed hard and nodded. This was a bet I would lose hands down.
Razor chuckled, the little joke between us making it so fucking intimate that it almost felt as if we were a couple.
I took a long deep breath to steady myself. I couldn’t keep up with my body’s demands, almost wanting to scream for him to just hurry the fuck up and get his dick inside me. With trembling fingers, I undid the top button of my shorts, until he moved my hand away.
“Eager tonight, aren’t you, my little Spitfire? You want my
cock inside you, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I moaned. “Fuck me hard.”
“Say please, baby.” My eyes rolled back in my head as he tweaked a nipple between his thumb and index finger, twisting just enough to drive me fucking wild.
“Please, baby.”
“Good girl,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
“These happen to be my favorite shorts, so I’m going to take them off gently.”
He fell to his knees and pulled down the zipper, then slid the shorts down my legs while I shimmied my ass to get out of them faster. I stood with my hands on his shoulders and stepped out of the pants, kicking the clothing away from us.
Razor pulled my panties to the side and slid a finger through my wetness, brushing lightly over my starved clit. I let my head fall backward as I released a deep moan into the night.
“Oh, God.”
Two hands at my hips ripped the underwear off my body. He bunched them in his fist, then held them up to his nose and sniffed. “Your cunt and roses. My favorite things in the world.”
Without him even asking, I spread my legs wide, wearing only fuck me heals, the torn shirt and a grin on my lips.
“Eat me,” I groaned, spearing my fingers through the long hair on one side of his head and pushing his face toward my pussy. I’d explode if I waited a fucking second longer.
Razor pushed me back against a worn leather couch and I dug my nails into the yielding cowhide for purchase as he assaulted my pussy with all the enthusiasm of a starving man. He licked and sucked and kissed until I couldn’t stand it any longer. He had me on the edge of coming already and he hadn’t even removed an item of his own clothing.
Two eyes looked up and burned into mine.
“Come in my mouth, baby, I want to taste your cum on my tongue.”
His head disappeared between my thighs again.
He stroked the inside of my cunt with two hooked fingers, hitting the exact spot that made me crazy. As my whole body shuddered, he fucked me with his tongue, his whole hot mouth over my pussy sucking up every drop I gave him.
My knees were incapable of holding me up any longer. I slid down the back of the couch and onto the ground next to Razor. He scooped me into his arms and kissed the shit out of me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
11 — Razor
This is insane.
The moment I tasted her on my tongue I knew I could never let her go again.
Alexis Clarke was born to be mine. Nothing she said or did could negate the fact.
I could keep eating her pussy out all night, so sweet and inviting was her cunt.
Who the fuck am I kidding—my balls are fucking busting.
Primal instinct took over and my cock begged to bury itself deep inside my Spitfire.
I hadn’t fucked a woman for a long while. Since I kinda worked out that it just didn’t satisfy me the way I needed, I’d stopped wetting my dick in any willing pussy. But this little cunt, fuck, I wanted it more than my next breath.
Panting and breathing heavily, I got rid of my clothes faster than you could say fuck me.
Lexi’s eyes were like diamonds when she saw my thick heavy cock, the veins standing proud and the length of it throbbing for her pussy. Pre-cum glistened on the tip and I wanted her sweet mouth to lick it off.
“Jesus, those piercings are fucking hot.” Her eyes were wide and her lust reflected back at me.
“It’s all yours, baby,” I said, tugging my tool a few times. “And my balls need attention too.”
She licked her index finger before reaching out and running it over every single piercing along the length of my cock as if she was committing it to memory.
“Take your time,” I said. “I knew you’d love it.”
“I do. It’s fucking blowing my mind.”
Next came her tongue. She swirled and licked and kissed each one, and I wasn’t sure I could wait that long because there were eight of those suckers between my cock and my balls, but I gritted my teeth and tried not to explode before I got into her tight pussy. The longer she took, the harder I was going to pound into her.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I grunted, “Turn around, baby. I gotta get inside you.”
“Ahhh, yes!” she hissed and without hesitation presented her gorgeous ass to me. I could have tugged twice and come all over it, but she wanted me inside as much as I wanted to be there.
“I’m not going to last. Be ready, baby.”
My cock slid into her as if it was coming home. I stilled for a few seconds, just holding both tits in my hands and pulsing inside her.
“Feel that?”
“Oh yeah,” she moaned, pushing her ass against my groin so I’d go deeper. I loved that she was greedy for more of me.
I took a deep breath and moved slowly back and forth until I could hold back no longer.
“Please,” Lexi whimpered. Fuck, she hadn’t asked me for anything in a long time. It pushed me over the fucking edge.
“This is going to be brutal,” I warned in a croaky voice.
“I’m ready. Give it to me hard and fast. The way I like it.”
My head exploded. Not one night passed where I didn’t remember the explosive sex we used to have, wanking until my arm wanted to fall off. Did she even know what her words did to me?
I fucked her pussy like a crazy person, my hips crashing against her ass, my balls slapping against her cunt as I drove my cock as hard and fast as I could. Good thing I worked out every day and was as strong as Ox, because I used every atom of energy in my body to fuck my woman into oblivion.
The way she liked it.
Had she ever had a cock like mine after me? I pushed the angry thought out of my mind and punished her pussy harder. She wouldn’t walk properly tomorrow and I wanted her to remember where I’d been and what I’d done to her.
“Oh, God, yessss!”
Her body spasmed beneath mine. “Razor,” she cried out and I clamped a hand over her mouth to quieten her. I didn’t need the whole fucking club to come racing toward her screams and finding us on all fours, fucking like animals.
With her pussy milking my cock with such force I had no choice. My cum filled her in thick hot spurts as I rammed into her with every stroke.
I wrapped my arms around her and curled us into a ball, holding her tightly to my chest, our legs and arms twisted together so that it was impossible to tell were one limb started and the other ended.
“Fuck, that was the best,” I groaned, kissing her shoulder.
If I never fucked another woman in my life, I’d still die a happy man.
“It was,” Lexi said, placing a kiss on my bicep. “The best.”
Moments later I smiled to myself as the sound of her soft snore reached my ears. Neither of us had slept much in that bed together. Ironic that we’re going to sleep like babies on the floor.
I drifted into the best sleep of my life. Happy. Sated.
At peace with the world.
*****
Becoming aware of how hard the floor was, I shifted my arm out from underneath Lexi, and rose to my feet. My dick was ready for more action and stood half-mast as I stared down at my sleeping beauty.
Why couldn’t it always be like this between us? Why did she push me away so damn hard? We were made for each other and I wished there was a way I could convince her, prove to her that I was the man for her.
Lifting her gently into my arms, I held her close to my chest for a moment and just savoured the experience. She was soft, warm, inviting.
I placed her on the sofa and covered her luscious body with my discarded shirt. She was so fucking beautiful. I leaned over and kissed her forehead, smiling as her lips curled up in her sleep.
Grabbing the pack of smokes I left in the garden for the times I needed to get away on my own, I shoved a cigarette between my lips and stood staring over the low wall hiding my garden and out onto the compound. Most of the lights were off, meaning that it was close to dawn. Most Scorp
io Stinger bikers were night owls and rarely got to bed before the early hours of the morning.
Raking a hand through the untamed side of my hair—the cigarette still unlit and just hanging from my lips—the old feelings I’d had swirling in my gut since I was a kid came rushing back to me.
I wasn’t worth loving.
Chopper had told me in this very garden that my mother couldn’t handle three boys and our constant fighting and that’s why she’d left. I also got from his tone that if he had a do-over he would’ve wanted her more than having a family. It had fucked with my mind ever since. To know I wasn’t wanted cause an ache so devastating that I’d be crushed if I didn’t hide it deep in some dark corner of my soul.
I wasn’t that little boy any longer.
I’d grown into a man more feared than my own hard-assed father. I wanted to believe I was tougher, meaner; indestructible. That the dark emotions were buried. Unreachable.
I’m only fooling myself. It had taken one smart mouthed obstinate woman to show me that I had feelings like any other human being. Feelings I couldn’t deny. Or hide.
I want to be deserving of Lexi.
I’d never wanted anything more. Not even Chopper’s praise that I’d worked so hard for as a kid meant as much to me as this.
There was something I could do to show everyone I was a worthy man. If I tracked down Cobra’s attackers and ended the bullshit going on at the club, I could finally gain the approval I so desperately needed to be whole. To be deserving of Lexi’s love and my brother’s approval.
I craved it in every goddamn cell in my large body.
12 — Lexi
I had no idea how long we slept, but the sun cracked through a few overhead clouds and shone directly into my eyes, waking me.
Where the hell am I?
It took a few seconds before I realized that I was on a couch outdoors. Naked.
Razor. Oh God!
I cracked an eyelid open and searched the rooftop garden. If he’d left me there all alone I was going to be mad as living hell. My gaze fell on his broad back and his fine tight ass as he stood by the low wall.