I wish that I could be glad to be home. I wish that I could say that I wanted to stay, but I don’t. No, that’s not true, I would if Taz wanted me the way that I want him, but since he doesn’t, I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.
Lifting my hand in a small wave, I turn and head toward the girls. Sinking down next to Della, I smile at both her and Pinkie. I don’t know either of them well, but they are smiling and they’ve always been super nice.
“I wish he wouldn’t do so much,” Della snaps.
Pinkie giggles. “Girl, you’re not stopping any of these men from doing anything, ask Trista. She’s been around them since she was born. Are you going to get any one of these men to rest and relax, especially if there’s a hint of possible danger?”
“Never,” I say immediately.
Della lets out a frustrated sounding exhale. “He was almost killed. I want him home. Plus, waddling my ass around sucks and I want to be home, too,” she practically whines.
Seeing as Della used to be a clubwhore, I want to ask her whose baby it is, but I don’t. Instead, I ask a much more tasteful question. “When are you due?”
“Any minute. I know I should be scared, but I’m just excited and so very ready,” she says, placing her hand on her belly.
“So you and Taz?” Pinkie asks, interrupting.
I press my lips together, not sure if I really want to talk about Taz with either of them, since I’m more than positive they’ve slept with him. I know that it didn’t mean anything to them, they aren’t that way, they aren’t vindictive or mean, but I love Taz and to think about him sharing his body with anyone else kind of makes me feel ragey and ill all at the same time.
I shrug a shoulder. “I guess, for now, anyway,” I mumble.
“Says the girl that I know is deeply in love with him,” Della whispers. Lifting my eyes to her, I blink. Her lips turn up into a smile. “I knew you were in love with him before you left and I knew he would find a way to bring you back home. Even if he doesn’t show it, I think he feels deeply for you, too.”
“So you and Eagle?” I ask.
She throws back her head in laughter. “Nice subject change, and yes. I’m his wife and his Old Lady. It’s a really long story, but the outcome is exactly what I thought I never wanted and what I’ve always craved deep down. Needless to say, it’s perfect.”
“Needless to say, you’re both disgustingly in love and adorable,” Pinkie snaps with a grin.
“We are,” Della says with a shrug.
Taz walks up as we’re laughing and silently holds out his palm for me. Lifting my hand, I slip my palm in his and allow him to pull me up to standing.
“Talk to you later, girls? Della, fuck, lookin’ good.” Taz grins.
I frown, looking down at my feet as they banter back and forth. I don’t listen to their words. I just wait for it to be over. Taz tugs on my hand, and I lift my head, giving a small wave to Pinkie and Della, who are both staring at me as if they want to say something. Shaking my head once, I follow behind Taz and let him lead me toward his room.
TAZ
Fuck.
Jaguar hasn’t been found. Neither has Angel Junior. Two men possibly out to come after our club, after our families. Walking into my room, I drop Trista’s bag at the side of the door and let out a groan.
I feel dirty, sweaty, and achy. I need a shower and to blow my load, in that order. Turning my head, I look over at Trista who is standing at the end of my bed and just staring.
Lifting my eyes to the direction she’s looking, I let my gaze roam over my bed, the overflowing trashcan, and I grimace.
The sheets are dirty, and not just a little. It’s obvious I’ve had quite a bit of sex in them. There are stains everywhere. I’d hate to see what that shit would look like under a blacklight. The trashcan is overflowing with used condoms, beer bottles, stubbed out cigarettes, and roaches from my joints.
Taking a step toward her, I wrap my hand around her stomach and touch my mouth to the side of her neck, the way I know she likes.
“I’ll get some sheets. You can change them while I take the trash out. You can clean the rest of the place tomorrow.”
“Wow, what a thrill. Is there anything else that I can do for you? Maybe cook you a four-course dinner and while I’m at it, mix you a martini?”
Taking a step back, I turn her around and look down into her eyes. “You’re serious with that smartass shit?”
She shrugs a shoulder. “You brought me here, you knew I was coming and you couldn’t change your cum stained sheets or throw out your used condoms? Seriously?”
Grinning, I shrug a shoulder. “Not a big goddamn surprise the kind of man I am, babe. I’m not suddenly a different person, never claimed to be. What I am is the man who will keep you safe.”
She shakes her head then inhales a deep breath. “Yeah, whatever. It doesn’t matter,” she sighs, sounding defeated as fuck.
“What’s that mean?”
Trista looks down at her feet, then slowly lifts her blue eyes to meet mine. “It means, whatever. It doesn’t matter because this isn’t anything permanent. If you bring me the sheets, I’ll change them.”
Defeated. It took all of five minutes for her to look completely defeated in my presence. Closing the distance between us, I cup her cheeks with my palms. I shake my head, lowering my face, before I slide my nose alongside her own.
“Beautiful, this is the most permanent thing I’ve ever done. I meant it when I said you were mine. We are not fleeting and I am not letting you go,” I rasp.
“You’re not mine, Taz. That’s what makes this absolutely not permanent.”
I can’t wait to be inside of her, to remind her of just how much she’s mine. I need her to feel me, to feel me move inside of her. She needs to fucking feel how much she means to me and words don’t describe what this girl means to me.
Slanting my head to the side, I touch my mouth to hers, sliding my tongue inside of her. She lets out a moan at the same time I hum as my fingers slide along the waistband of her jeans.
Popping the button with my fingers, I tug them down just enough to slip my fingers between her legs and feel her damp center. She rips her lips from me and her head falls back with a sigh.
Lowering my face, I wrap my lips around her tit from the outside of her shirt. This morning she didn’t put on a bra, I have felt her fucking tits against my back all goddamn day. Sucking the fabric and her nipple into my mouth, I flatted my tongue against her shirt, soaking it.
Trista’s hands immediately dive in my hair, she pulls me against her and her thighs shake. I continue to play with her sweet clit, my fingers sliding through her folds as her hips roll and search for more.
“You come on my cock, beautiful. Get on your hands and knees for me. Later, I’ll make sure I give those gorgeous tits the attention they need, but fuck, I need to be inside of you right now.”
She takes a step away from me, I think she’s going to throw some sass, maybe get pissed, but she doesn’t. Instead, she strips down completely naked. My lips twitch in a small smile before I do the same.
Trista sinks down to the floor on her hands and knees, tipping her beautiful ass for me and without a single word spoken, I drop down to my knees, wrapping my hands around her hips before I surge forward and fill her with my cock in one swift move.
“Yes,” she hisses, throwing her head back.
Reaching forward, I wrap my hand around the front of her throat, holding her right where I want her. My other hand slides around her hip, I find her clit, and as I lean over her. I look into her eyes, fuck her, play with her clit and watch her come before I find my own release.
The words are on the tip of my tongue as I watch her. She’s fucking gorgeous like this. She’s everything—just fucking everything. She’s enough for me, I know that she is. If only I could actually say the words, give her the brand, and commit. Seems so fucking easy—why is it so goddamn hard?
Chapter Ten
TRIST
A
Hugging the pillow to my chest and cheek, I let out a long purr. I don’t want to open my eyes. I know that when I do, Taz will continue being a dick and I’ll continue to spread my legs for him. It’s the vicious cycle that I was hoping to break when I left, though I’ve been sucked back in and nothing has changed.
Lips skim down my back, stopping just above my ass. A hand slides up my side, the backs of his fingers brush the side of my breast, then move up to shift my hair out of my face.
“Know you’re awake,” Taz mutters against my back as his lips work their way up to my neck.
Smiling, I slowly open my eyes. The closet comes into view and I wrinkle my nose at the giant mess spilling out. It’s so massive that he can’t even close the doors. I feel his knee between my thighs, spreading me apart before his hips fit between my legs.
Taz wraps his hands around my hips and gently pulls me backward, my chest and cheek still on the mattress and pillow. I expect to feel him slam inside of me, but I don’t. Instead, his warm tongue slides through my folds.
I let out a whimpered sigh as I push my hips back, meeting his mouth. He chuckles, his tongue flicking my clit before he swirls it. Biting the corner of my bottom lip, I allow my entire body to relax as I continue to shift backward.
Taz’s hands grab ahold of the cheeks of my ass and spread me wide. His tongue works me faster, my hips continue to roll as I climb closer and closer toward my release.
I’m on the edge, just about to fall over, my body moving on sensations alone, I’m no longer in control. Taz groans behind me, the vibration moving throughout my body.
His hand slaps down against the cheek of my ass. I let out a cry as I come. I hear him chuckle behind me, then I feel him shift and his length slowly drives inside of me. His hand cracks against my ass again, then his other fists in the back of my hair and he gently tugs me up, my back arching at an almost uncomfortable angle.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he begins to move.
His thrusts are hard, his rhythm broken, his control—gone. Closing my eyes, I widen my legs, tip my hips more and welcome the feel of him. Taz’s panting fills the otherwise quiet room, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass does as well.
Without a word, his hand slips between my legs and I feel his touch against my clit. I melt. The moment is raw, nothing more than two bodies feeling and searching for their release. His fingers work between my legs. It doesn’t take long for a second wave of release to wash over me.
My entire body stills as he continues to drive himself inside of me, pounding over and over until he stills too. Burying his length deep, with a roar, his release fills me. I shudder as he falls over me, his chest pressing against my back. My arms are unable to hold both of us up and slowly I fall against the mattress with a moan.
One of Taz’s hands is still buried in my hair, the other is still pressing against my clit between my legs. I feel his mouth against my neck, his tongue tasting me, his lips moving up and down as he attempts to catch his breath.
“Not letting you go, Trista,” he breathes.
“You will, eventually,” I mutter.
He snorts, his teeth nipping the side of my neck before he rolls off of me. I think that he’s going to slide off of the bed and go to the bathroom, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gathers me in his arms and pulls me up against his side.
He’s leaning his back against the wall since he doesn’t have a headboard, his fingers comb through my hair and the room suddenly becomes too quiet. My heart slams against my chest, waiting for him to reply to my words.
“You think you have me all figured out. I said some shit, thought some other shit. I’m old. I’m set in my ways, but fuck me if I don’t want more when it comes to you,” he softly murmurs.
Lifting my head, I look up at him and am unable to hide my surprise. “Taz,” I whisper unsure of how to respond to him.
He continues to sift his fingers through my hair, his gaze pointed straight ahead. He lets out a sigh before he shifts his eyes down to look at me. His lips twitch in a smirk then he shakes his head once.
“Something about you, Trista. Maybe it’s the fact that I never thought I’d have the opportunity to keep you. Maybe it’s that you left, it felt wrong, now you’re back and this feels so fucking right. I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t have you walk out that door again. I can’t imagine you with anyone else. You’re mine, you’ve been mine and you’re staying mine.”
I want to demand that he prove that I’m his, but I can’t. If I do, I know that we’ll once again be at a stalemate. Instead, I give him a small smile, knowing that in the end, this will never work.
He will eventually let me go, because if I know anything about Taz, he will push me away. Like he always has. I just have to try not to get my heart shattered in the process, something that I already know I will completely fail at.
Taz dips his chin, his lips brush mine before he looks me in the eyes. “Be mine, beautiful?”
“Are you finally asking me instead of telling me?” I ask, arching a brow.
His lips curl into a small smile. “Not really. But if it makes you feel better, sure, I’m asking.”
Shaking my head from side to side, his hand tangles in my hair again as he cups the back of my head. “Trista,” he rasps. “It’s you, babe.”
“And how many others?” I ask, licking my bottom lip.
“Just you,” he lies.
I want to believe his words. I want to believe everything. This is my absolute dream come true. Since I was a teenager and discovered boys, I never wanted any of them, I wanted this man and this man only.
I hid that little crush until I was old enough to act on it. I tried living a normal teenage life, but there was never, and never will be, anything normal about me, about the way that I was raised. Taz fits me, no matter how hard I try to fight it, I need a man like him—I need a beast.
“I want to brand you,” he announces.
My entire body freezes at his words. They are words that if he’d said them a year ago, I would have done it. They aren’t even the first time he’s said it in the last twenty-four hours, but this is far more sincere than the last time he announced it.
Lifting my gaze to meet his, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. I tilt my head to the side, shifting my hand between us, to cup his smooth cheek. Using my thumb, I slide the pad along his stubble and sigh, knowing how that stubble felt between my legs and how much I loved it.
“No,” I breathe, hating myself for saying the word. Such a simple word, yet nothing about this is easy or simple.
Taz shakes his head once, his lips twitching as if he finds me funny, maybe even cute. Dipping his chin, he touches his mouth to mine again, his tongue snaking out to taste me before he lifts his head, breaking the short kiss.
“You know that’s not how it works, beautiful,” he murmurs. “But, I’ll give you a little time. The minute it becomes necessary, your choice gets taken away.”
I open my mouth, snapping it closed, then narrow my eyes on him. “When and why would it ever be necessary?” I demand.
“I could think of five scenarios just off the top of my head. One of them being Jag or our friend Angel making a sudden appearance. I need them to know that you are not unclaimed. If the Donkey Punchers decide to start a war, they need to know without a doubt that fucking with you is fucking with an Old Lady. Need me to go on?” he asks, keeping his voice low and soft.
“No,” I breathe.
He shakes his head once, then touches his mouth to mine, again. It’s as if he can’t stay away from my lips and I don’t think that is something I could ever complain about.
“I have to meet with Dragon and the rest of the brothers. You gonna be okay alone? Should be food of some kind in the kitchen, and coffee.”
“I’ll be okay,” I sigh.
He rolls us over so that I’m on my back and his hips fit between my thighs. Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his back, crossing my ankles just above hi
s ass. His lips touch mine as he grinds his warm cock against my center.
“You’ll be good, yeah?” he asks.
I snort. “I’m always good.”
Taz hums, his lips kiss my cheek, moving to my ear. “You’ll be good down there, bad for me in here?” he asks on an exhale.
“Aren’t I always?”
He grinds his hips again, causing my breath to hitch, my center swollen and sensitive from the nonstop sex. He chuckles, his teeth nipping my earlobe, then tugging gently.
“Yeah, beautiful. I’ll see you after my meeting.”
Without another word, he pushes up on his arms, jumps off of the bed and strolls away from me. I watch his ass with each step, wondering how a man inching toward fifty has a better body than most twenty-one-year-olds. Then I decide that it no doubt has something to do with sex and I want to stop thinking about it completely.
TAZ
Walking into church, I try to ignore the looks that I receive. Most are curious, Hawk is annoyed as fuck, and Dragon is smirking. Sinking down in my designated chair, I lean back, trying to look as unbothered as possible.
“Want to inform us on what’s going on with you and Trista?” Wolfe asks, breaking the silence.
I shrug a shoulder. “She’s back for protection, while she’s here, she’s mine,” I state.
“While she’s here, she’s yours?” Silver asks. “Just like she’s officially yours, for now?” he asks, crossing his arms over his wide chest.
Silver is only a couple years older than me, but the fucker is built like a goddamn tank. He’s who you want on your side in a fight, absolutely not who you want to go to blows with.
I could tell him that I want to keep Trista, but she’s butt hurt from our years of going back and forth with one another. I could tell him a hell of a lot of things, but I don’t. It’s not his business, or anyone else’s for that matter.
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