by Lila Rose
“Suffer,” Rich added, causing everyone to laugh.
“You have a family who will be here for you any time you need us. We wish you well and a safe journey in your next step in life—”
“Goddamn woman, stop droning on,” Rich said, Nancy punched him, but laughed, and then she turned and sobbed into Rich’s chest. “Shit,” Rich said and wiped his own eyes. “Josie, all you need to know, girl, is we love you. We’re very proud, and call on us any time when you’re away. We know it isn’t far, even if Nancy is making out it’s like a world away. But, we’re here for you, yeah? Oh, and don’t forget us when you’re bringing in the money.” He laughed to cover his real feelings.
Everyone watched as Josie, with tears falling down her face, got up and walked over to embrace her parents.
I wasn’t sure if anyone else noticed. But I sure did, and what I noticed had me wondering what the fuck was going on.
Over near the side gate entrance stood a fuming Pick. He looked pissed, but he also looked sad. The plastic cup he had in his hand crinkled under his grip. He looked down at it glaring, and then he threw it to his side and stormed out the gate.
Did Pick have a thing for Josie?
It made sense to his reaction about her leaving.
It was also known Billy had a thing for Josie and she had one for him ever since he carried her from her Hell into the hospital.
Fuck it.
I was confused and it was none of my business.
Unless one of them came to me.
“What the hell is up with Pick and Billy?” Griz asked. He gave a chin lift toward the side gate and I saw Billy was walking out it.
“I think it best we stay outta that one,” Blue said.
“Apparently, they both have a thing for Josie, but she can’t choose between the two of them, so she’s not picking either one. Another reason she’s moving away. However, the boys are also keeping their distance because she’s only eighteen and inexperienced. She’s shy as shit and skittish still. Not so much around them, but still she has her moments,” Talon said and we all stared at him with shock.
“Jesus,” he snarled. “The women fuckin’ talk. It’s not like I look to know this shit and then there’s also the fact my wife is her sister and I’m stuck with Nancy as a mother-in-law.”
“Boss, it’s kinda scary with how much you do know,” Griz said. We all busted out laughing.
“Motherfuckers,” Talon growled. How in the hell did my woman find Talon and Griz two of the most scary bastards she knew I wouldn’t know.
Then again. When they both went through their own shit with their women, anyone could see the demon they fought inside of themselves to get their women back safe.
They were badarses when it came to their families. Even Blue and Killer had showed their own demons when it came to Clary and Ivy.
It was something I finally understood.
Chapter Twenty
Stoke
Two Days Later
Malinda was sitting next to me in my pick-up, her hands in her laps ringing them against each other. She was nervous; shit, anyone could see it from just one look at her. Her eyes were wide and she was biting that sweet bottom lip while constantly fidgeting.
I reached over and took her hand in mine. She glanced at me and gave me a small smile. “I can’t help it,” she said.
“If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t, no need to stress about it, love,” I reassured her. She nodded and went back to staring out the front window. We were on our way over to Ivy and Killer’s. The kids were staying at Mrs Cliff’s and we were in for a night of drinking and foolin’ around. I didn’t care if we didn’t get to the foolin’ around part. I was happy to just go there, shoot the shit and drink Killer under the table. It had been Ivy and Malinda’s idea. Killer and I just went along with it. Our women got off from porno shit. I was happy and fuckin’ horny just to do anything with Malinda. Her gorgeous body still drove me crazy every day and she was a maniac in bed. Couldn’t get enough. It was only last night she admitted she’d never been this adventures in bed, that I brought out the bad in her, and fuck I was glad for it.
“Love, seriously, stop fuckin’ stressin’. You know Killer and I don’t care either way. We get off on our partners no matter. Hell, I could come in my jeans now from just lookin’ at your boobs in that goddamn sexy dress.”
She giggled. “Thanks and I know. Ivy and I know, but we do want to do this. I can’t help but get nervous. They’ll see my body for the first time.”
“What the fuck, babe. You’re worried about that? Shit, woman, if you didn’t see it the first time, the only person that will really be seein’ it is Ivy. I only have eyes for you and Killer only has eyes for his woman. We don’t share. He doesn’t touch you because he knows if he tried, I’d kill him, fuck, visa versa. So don’t worry, yeah?”
“Really?”
“Really what, Malinda?”
“You only have eyes for me?”
“Fuck, yes. Don’t get me wrong, Ivy is hot, but since you came along, my dick only grows hard for you…every-fuckin’-time you walk into a room for God’s sake.”
She laughed again, leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Thanks, handsome. I feel a heap better now.”
“Good, ‘cause we’re here.” I smiled.
We climbed outta the car and my woman loaded my arms up with grocery bags. The women had organised that Ivy would get the booze and we had to bring all the munchies. But ten fuckin’ bags of munchies was goin’ overboard.
That thought I kept to myself. I didn’t want to start shit before we walked in. See, I was learning.
Killer opened the door after I kicked it. Hey, my fuckin’ hands were full. He took one look and said, “What the fuck? Are you feedin’ an army?”
Malinda growled a cute growl and pushed past Killer who was smirking down at her. “Shut-it, killjoy,” Malinda snapped. She’d taken to callin’ my brother Killjoy when he wouldn’t let Ivy out to watch Fifty Shades of Grey, some porn movie, because she’d be too busy fuckin’ him. Malinda sputtered over the phone and yelled, ‘Killjoy,’ and hung up.
Two days later, our women, with Zara, Dee, Julian and Clary went and saw the movie, and for some reason, my woman came home with a blush on her face and a huge smile.
“Yo, brother.” Killer smirked.
“S’up?” I asked.
“Ready to have a drink. You?”
“Shit, yeah.” I grinned and headed down the hall to the kitchen.
“Look out,” Ivy yelled just as her dog Trixie came running around the corner and jumped on me. With my hands full, I went off balance and fell on my arse. Killer busted his arse laughing as Trixie then continued to lick my face.
We were in the living room. I was on one couch with my woman and across from us was Killer and Ivy. We were talking about random shit. For Killer and me, it was regarding work. Ivy was dribbling on about some book she was reading and suggesting it to Malinda. We’d had a few drink, as in Malinda and Ivy we’re looking way too happy, and Killer and I were just in a relaxed state.
Out the corner of my eyes, I saw Ivy wink at my woman. She then leaned into Killer and whispered somethin’ in his ear.
“Woman,” Killer growled deeply. He turned to her. She laughed and tried to make an escape. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her down onto the couch where he lay on top of her and took her mouth. She moaned around his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Looking to my woman, she glanced at me with big eyes and then started giggling.
It wasn’t a giggling matter. I took her upper arm and tugged her over to me. She landed facing me on my lap, her legs on each side of my hips. “What you laughing about, love?” I smirked up at her. Already my dick was growing hard. The only thing separating us were her panties and my jeans. Her dress was billowed out around my legs.
She licked her lips. All humour died from her face. “Deck.”
“Yeah, love?” I asked, running my hands up and down her sides
.
She placed her hands on my shoulders, leaned in so her gorgeous breasts pressed against my chest and uttered, “Kiss me.”
I did. I claimed her mouth with mine. Her hands left my shoulders and wound around my neck. With my hands on her hips, I ground her down onto my cock, and both of us broke from the kiss to moan.
It was then my woman took over. She pushed down hard against my erection and rubbed her pussy over me, back and forth, back and forth.
My dick was still wanting more. It was begging for freedom. Not yet, I commanded it. While my woman was grinding down on me, I slid one hand under her dress. She looked over her shoulder to see Killer was already workin’ at pleasuring his woman. He was still on top of her with a hand between her legs. Ivy’s heated stare met my woman’s and they shared a smile.
But when my fingers moved Malinda’s panties aside and touched her clit, her head swivelled back to me and I smiled. She gave me a sultry smile and continued driving my cock crazy as she dry humped me.
Though, I wouldn’t be dry for long. My woman was soaking.
Malinda
My man was the centre of my attention, what Ivy and Killer were doing was like background music to me. The noises, moans and cries were like an extra hit of adrenalin to the thrill I was already feeling for Declan.
I was riding his fingers now as we kissed roughly and eagerly. Then all of a sudden, he stopped. His hands went back to my waist and next, I was standing in front of him.
Looking up at with wild hooded eyes, he licked his lips and reached up under my dress and slowly, oh so bloody slowly, he pulled my soaked panties down my thighs, over my knees, my calves and then he let them go at my feet.
“Fox, God,” With a quick glance over my shoulder I saw Ivy and Killer had advanced from their last position. Ivy had her back to the couch laying on her side. Killer was laying in front of his on his side as well, only their heads were at opposite ends. Ivy’s skirt was bunched up; she had one leg bent, her foot to the couch and Killer was between her legs. Down the other end, Ivy, with half-mast eyes, full with desire, was bobbing her head up and down. She was sucking on Killer’s cock fast, and she was loving it.
My gaze went back to my man as he glided his finger up the sides of my legs. When his hands came to my hips, they stopped. I leaned over. I knew what I wanted. I only hoped Declan wouldn’t mind. As I kissed him, I undid his jeans, tugged them open and pulled his cock free from its confinements.
He hissed as I ran my hand up and down his length. He broke the kiss to throw his head back against the couch, closed his eyes and grunted out a groan. Then, “Jesus, love,” he uttered.
Suddenly, his eyes opened, he leaned forward, tagged my hips and pulled. My knees landed on each side of his waist, he pushed my arse up, lined his cock up with my pussy hole and then pushed me down, embedding myself fully onto his thick dick.
Moaning, he ran his hands up my back then he pulled me forward and our mouths touched, opened and fought. All the while, I lifted myself off and on my man’s hardness.
Forcing us apart so I could breathe, my head still went back further. I looked to the ceiling and gasped.
God, it felt so good.
“Christ.” I heard Killer groan. I looked around. They were kneeling on the couch, Ivy in front of Killer, her stomach against the back of the couch and Killer was right behind her, his hips thrusting forward and back. He was fucking his woman.
I looked back down to my man. His head was back against the couch, his eyes closed tightly; he was close.
Touching my mouth to his, his eyes opened. He smiled up at me as I slid up and down faster on him.
“You feel so good in me,” I uttered.
“It’s where I’m supposed to be…fuck, always.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “God, I’m close, handsome.”
“Let me bring you there, love,” he growled.
Behind us, Ivy’s cry of release and Killer’s grunted one filled the room. They had finished, their breathing erratic. Just hearing it, knowing they had both reached their end was something erotic and caused me to bite my lower lip.
Declan’s hand slid under my dress. He knew my weakness when I had him inside me. It never took me long once he was inside and he touch my clit.
“God, yes!” Just like that. His thumb ran up and down over my swollen nub. My head fell back and I closed my eyes tightly as a climax ripped through me.
As my inner walls tightened around my man’s cock, I felt him swell within me, and next, he clutched my hair in his fist, forced my mouth down to his and he kissed me as he pumped his seed inside of me.
The whole scene was wild, hot and fun. Experiencing the bliss with other people in the room made it intense. It was a secret worth keeping…and worth doing again.
Chapter Twenty-One
Malinda
Waking up the next day smiling told me how much I enjoyed the previous night, especially when we got home and had a bath together. I’d never had water sex before, but it was definitely something I wanted to do again.
Declan was still sound asleep next to me with his arm slung over my waist. He looked amazing in the morning light that managed to seep in through the curtains. His fohawk haircut was ruffled, making him look younger than usual. I was reluctant to move, but I had to. Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside, which read ten am, we were getting a delivery soon from the grocery store.
Crawling quietly out of bed, I put on my robe. The morning must have been cold because as soon as my feet touched the hard wood floor, they cringed at the freshness. Donning a pair of fluffy slippers, I walked to the adjoining bathroom and did my morning ritual.
As I made my way into the kitchen dressed in jeans and a jumper, I thought and hoped that Mrs Cliff was able to get the children off to school on time. Though, they were getting a lift with Saxon, so I knew the possibility was high because he wouldn’t put up with them delaying him.
I went and placed water in the kettle and switched in on. As I waited for it to boil, I looked out the kitchen window and thought of last night. What we’d done at Ivy’s was hot, sexy and so goddamn thrilling. It was something that could only happen every now and then, because of our hectic lives. But I also knew what we were doing wasn’t going to last forever, and I was happy with that. It was as though it was a stage we were going through together, a stage we all enjoyed and thought was fun while it lasted.
Nothing lasted forever.
Except…my love for my man.
After our bath escapade, Declan had taken me to bed and had me again. However, the way he moved over me felt different from all times before. It was as though he was cherishing my body in a new way. The sweet, soft ways he touched me and slid his cock into me was wonderful. Just thinking of it made me giddy with excitement and love.
The whistle to the kettle made me jump and then the knock at the front door caused me to squeal. Walking quickly out into the living room, I spotted Declan coming down the hall wearing only jeans. I was never one to stop and admire the scenery, but that time, I did. My feet screeched to a stop and I eyed my man as he strutted his large, amazing form my way with a smirk upon his face.
“Love, you can devour me later. Right now, I need to get the door.” He chuckled as he strode past me and slapped me on the butt. He flung the door open, and standing on the other side was a teenage boy with a pimply face, holding a box of groceries. “Thanks,” Declan said.
The boy’s eyes widened. Oh, he must be new to the job. He looked scared of Declan and I could understand why. He was a huge man with scars on his chest and stomach.
“I-I-I’ll just g-get the other box,” the poor boy stuttered, and then turned and bolted down the path to his running van.
Walking up behind Declan as he placed the first box on the floor inside the house and straightened, I slid my arms around his waist. My fingers barely touched because of his wide frame. “You know,” I started, “Maybe you should let me answer the door next time. I think you scared the poo
r boy.”
He snorted. “It’d do him good to be scared.”
Rolling my eyes, I kissed his back and picked up the box from the floor, taking it to the kitchen.
After placing it on the bench, I went to the kettle once again and turned it on. I grabbed two mugs down and filled Declan’s with coffee, while I was in the mood for my favourite cup of tea. I took the tea box from the shelf, but it was empty.
I turned and smiled, thank God, we’d just received a delivery. I couldn’t last without a cup of tea. Unstacking the items, I finally found a new box at the bottom just as Stoke came walking into the kitchen with the other box and some grocery bags.
“You’re right. I think that kid just peed himself.” He smiled and put the stuff down on the bench. He came around the counter and swung me into his arms.
“Well, you are big and scary,” I mentioned.
“And maybe it didn’t help when Blue and Dive rode up on their rides. He took one look at their vests and then back to me to see me wave, and in the next second, there was a wet patch on the front of his jeans.”
My hand went to my mouth to cover my laugh. I really shouldn’t find that amusing.
“That’s mean.” I grinned.
“Can’t help your man’s big and scary. You like it anyway.” He scowled down at me and barked, “Get my fuckin’ coffee, bitch.”
“Pfft, don’t you dare try that on me,” I snapped half-heartily, kissed his cheek and pushed him back. I went back to finish our drinks. Turning around with my cup in my hand, I watched as my man made his was around the kitchen and put our groceries away.