by LeAnn Ashers
Oh he is asking for his ass to get kicked. I lift his head and slam it back down on the table, and I hear a crunching sound, much to my satisfaction.
Brittany bursts out laughing beside me, and I let go of his head in shock. What the fuck did I just do?
I hear clapping behind me, and I turn around to see everyone standing behind me with shit-eating grins on their faces.
“Doll, what did he do?” Lane asks, his voice ice cold, and steps closer.
I wipe my hands on my jeans. “He was calling Brittany a fat ass.”
“Big mistake.” Darla rubs her hands together. Wilder and a man who looks a lot like Wilder step forward. Derek beats them all to the punch, though, and pulls the guy from the table.
“I think we need a talk.” The guy is carried away, followed by Wilder and a man I am assuming is their dad.
My guess is that he is getting his ass beat again.
“Well, girl, you got to him before I did, but I can still have my fun.” Brittany winks and follows her brother and dad.
Oh fuck, this girl is a badass and I had no clue.
Lane presses his lips to my ear. “Do you know how hot that was?” He grinds his hard-on into my backside.
Oh boy.
I shrug. “I don’t like assholes, and I will not allow someone to get bullied. She is beautiful and should be treated as such.”
“You just earned the respect of everyone here when you stood up for her, that’s what a president’s ole lady does, and you just proved you’re no one to be fucked with.”
I don’t just attack someone for no reason at all, but I will not let someone be degraded right in front of me. I wasn’t mean to put on a show, but I have a huge temper and when it’s unleashed it’s unleashed. You better watch out.
“Well, you can give me some head later since you’re so proud.” I feel his body shaking with laughter, and I smile at everyone in the room. They are looking at me with new eyes, especially Darla.
“I hope they didn’t hear that,” I whisper to Lane.
“We did!” someone in the back yells and I turn around, hiding my face in Lane’s chest.
8
Amelia
“God, Lane, when I said head I didn’t mean for you to torture me for two hours.” I just came for the fifth time, and I don’t even think I am up for sex at this point. I don’t have anything left in me.
He kisses my inner thighs, and I stiffen waiting for the next round of torture Lane is going to give out. Much to my surprise, he sits up and reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a condom.
He slides the condom on his dick, and his face comes up over mine, staring into my eyes. I stare at him in wonder. Can you believe he is all mine? I still don’t believe it. I run my hand down his scar and raise my head to kiss him softly.
I’ve always wondered what it would feel like if someone made love to me. The connection with Lane is intense no matter what we do. With other people, it never felt like this and I wish I had saved my virginity for Lane.
He slowly raises his hips and glides inside me. I shudder and he immediately starts kissing my neck. My hands are free this time, so I run my nails down his back as he slowly moves inside me, drawing out my orgasm. I clench my inner muscles and he hisses. He grips my jaw and looks down at me. “I want it slow, I want to feel you.” He kisses my cheek before whispering in my ear, “All of you. I am falling in love with you, Doll.”
I turn my head to hide my tears, but he notices. He brings my face back to his.
“I am falling in love with you too, Lane.”
He smiles and gently touches my face. He is so affectionate and gentle with me. He lifts my right leg higher so he can go deeper.
“Lane.” I moan and tilt my hips, trying to get everything I possibly can from him.
For the next thirty minutes, he strokes my every nerve ending, teasing me, giving me what I need, his hands stroking everything he can touch, his lips never leaving my skin. He is worshiping me, and if I ever doubted how he felt about me, this shows the truth.
I can feel it down to my soul.
I am so fucked, but I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
Amelia
The next morning
Untitled
The next morning, I wake up and the first thing I notice is the body heat. I turn my head slightly and look around. Lane has me pinned to the bed; his head and arm are on my back and his leg is over mine.
My stomach growls, and I lift his arm from my back and lay it down at his side. I slowly turn my body, lifting his heavy leg off of mine, and gently lay his head on his pillow.
He immediately pulls me toward him. I couldn’t hide the smile if I wanted to; he is reaching for me even in his sleep. I look at the clock on the nightstand, and I see it’s twelve o’clock.
I gently loosen his fingers and slide out of bed butt-ass naked, heading straight for the shower. Then I am going to make Lane a kick-ass breakfast.
Lane
I wake to the smell of bacon, and I roll over and touch the side of the bed that’s gone cold. Noises from the kitchen have me smiling. I slide out of bed and slip on a pair of boxers.
Amelia is standing in front of the stove in just my shirt, her hair slightly wet and hanging down her back. I brace my hip against the corner and just watch her.
A man could get used to this. I care about Amelia more than I could have expected. She came into my life, and her beauty alone almost knocked me on my ass.
The way she carries herself with confidence is sexy as hell, and the way she smiles at everyone with that beautiful smile makes me want to fall to my knees.
I am so gone for this girl—the only test is her meeting Tiffany. Tiffany is my baby girl and the most important thing in my life, and that will not change.
Not able to resist any longer, I split the distance between me and Amelia. I come up behind her, my arms going around her middle, and I kiss her neck. She turns her head and smiles at me with that smile.
“Good morning, Doll.” I let her go and smack her on the ass. She has the best fucking ass I have ever seen on a woman.
“Good morning, Baby, go sit on the couch and relax. I will bring you a plate.”
“You don’t have to do that. I can fix my own shit.”
She rolls her eyes and makes a shooing gesture. “I want to, it makes me happy to do things for you. Now get.” She turns around, dismissing me.
Sassy as fuck, too. She has to be that way to be able to handle being an ole lady to the president of the Grim Sinners. She showed what she was capable of yesterday, when someone fucked with Wilder’s sister.
Shaylin is the original princess, but Brittany was adopted at sixteen and has been with them ever since. Darla visited her family for the first time in ten years and noticed how Brittany was being treated, so she took her out of there just like that.
My club is family; we take care of each other and would kill for each other. Grim Sinners is a fucking badass club who doesn’t shy away from violence. We don’t do illegal shit for money—too many risks with that—but we don’t allow other clubs to fuck with us and we don’t allow anyone to fuck with people in the club. That ends up being the worst mistake of their life, a mistake that usually ends up ending their life.
Amelia pops around the corner with a tray holding two plates and a bottle of orange juice, along with two glasses. She sets the tray on the coffee table, plopping down on the couch next to me, and hands me a plate filled to the brim with French toast, eggs, toast, and bacon.
“You trying to make me fat?” I wink and she laughs.
“Why of course not, Baby.”
She takes a large bite of her French toast, syrup dripping down her lip. Not able to help myself, I lean over and lick her chin. “Delicious.”
Her eyes darken. “Lane, keep doing that and I won’t be finishing my food. I need my food or I will lose my ass. Do you want that?”
“Fuck no, Baby. Here, have my plate.”
She leans her h
ead on the back of the couch, holding her stomach, as she laughs loudly. “You are too much, Lane,” she says once she contains herself. She kisses my cheek and goes back to her food.
Amelia
From the corner of my eye, I watch Lane eat. I love to see people enjoy my food, and I love taking care of people that I care about. I also need to have a talk with Lane before I meet Tiffany.
He sets his plate on the coffee table, and I set mine beside it. I turn in my seat to face him. “Lane, I need to talk to you about something.”
He looks at me with his eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”
“Before I meet Tiffany, I want you to promise something. If we don’t work out for some unknown reason, and I hope that won’t ever happen, I want to always be a part of her life even if we aren’t a couple.”
He smiles at me and I am taken aback. “Doll, I would never take her from your life, but you aren’t fucking going anywhere. You try and I will kidnap your ass. So get comfy because you aren’t leaving.”
“That’s all I had to say. Now I don’t know about you, but I think dessert is upstairs in your bedroom.”
He gives me a shit-eating smile. “Oh yeah?”
I slide off the couch and walk toward the staircase. Did I mention his house is huge? Like mansion huge.
“Oh yeah? If you want it, come and get it.” I run out of the room laughing with him running up behind me.
I squeal when I am thrown over his shoulder, and he smacks my bare ass. I retaliate and smack his butt. Lane has the best butt I have ever seen on a man; it’s the perfect bubble butt.
“Brace yourself, Baby; it’s time for the fucking of your lifetime.”
My stomach flips with excitement. I cannot wait for what he has in store for me.
Later That Day
“God, why did I agree to this?” I ask Lane when he turns off his bike outside my parents’ house. He climbs off the bike and I sit still, not wanting to go.
My parents are hard to handle, because they have a habit of thinking they are better than everyone else. My biggest fear is my parents running Lane off.
“Doll, don’t look so worried.” He grips my chin gently.
I sigh and close my eyes. “I can’t help it, I worry they will run you off.”
He bursts out laughing. I stare in shock at his reaction.
“What is it?” I ask.
He gives me a soft look. “Nothing could take you away from me. Who gives a fuck about your parents’ opinion?”
I arch an eyebrow at his bluntness. I guess that settles that then. Can you blame me for being worried? Lane has become a huge part of my life, and I don’t want him to leave—not when I’ve finally had a taste of happiness.
Lane lifts his hand for me to take, I settle my hand in his, and we walk to the front door. I lift my hand to knock, but the door is pulled open and I am greeted by my mother.
“Hi, Mom.”
She looks me up and down; then she scrutinizes Lane. Her eyes widen when she sees his president patch.
Did I mention my mom has a thing for bad boys too? I got that from her, and she never could get the right kind of bad boy. She got douche bags and settled for my father, who does whatever he is asked.
She smiles at Lane widely, and I roll my eyes at her eagerness.
“Nice to see you, Lane.”
Lane nods. “Ma’am.”
Mom steps farther into the house and holds the door open for us. “Come on in! I just set the food on the table. Your sister is already here.”
I cringe at the mention of my sister. I love her because she is my sister, but we are not close. Lane stands closer to me when he notices my anxiety. Have I also mentioned I loathe her husband? Pretty boy to the core and has a habit of staring at my ass and tits too much.
We step inside the dining room, and all eyes turn to us. My sister purses her lips and looks at me almost in disgust, and then her eyes light up when she sees Lane.
Sister or not I will scratch her eyes out.
I am feeling gleeful. “Everyone, this is my man, Lane. Lane, meet my sister, Jackie, her husband, Kenneth, and my dad, Charles.”
“Hi Lane! I can’t believe my sister ended up with a catch like you. Sit down and tell us about yourself.” She pats the chair next to her, and my eye twitches. Bitch.
Lane pulls out the chair she was patting. “Here, Doll.”
I smother my smile and sit down beside my sister. I can almost feel the anger rolling off of her. Lane pulls out the seat next to me, and I can already feel Kenneth’s eyes on my tits, even though I’m not even showing any cleavage.
My mother comes back into the room and sits down beside my dad, leaving a seat open between my mom and Lane.
“Dig in!” My mom places a steak on a plate and hands it to my dad. The room is silent, and it’s eerie because I am used to constant chatter with them.
Once everyone has their plate filled, the silence is broken by my sister, of course. She smiles at Lane. “So, again how did my sister find a catch like you? She lives in a whole other town.”
Lane swoops my hair over my shoulder sweetly. “She didn’t catch me. I caught her. She had me sold the second I saw her.”
Swoon! I lean over and kiss his jaw. He is so getting some head tonight—not that I wouldn’t do it anyway, but I will make it worth his while.
“Aw how cute!” Jackie says.
“So, how is the practice doing?” my dad asks, and I set my water down on the table.
“It’s doing extremely well. I am looking to expand and add another vet.”
Dad smiles proudly. He is a doctor himself. He may not have any balls, but he has always been very kind to me.
“Yeah, a practice is good, but when are you going to settle down and have kids? You’re hitting thirty—don’t you think it’s time?” My sister says this in her sweet-as-sugar voice.
“I will have kids when it’s time for me to have kids. My practice is always going to be a part of my life. I can hire on more help and be more of a stay-at-home mom.”
My sister nods. “Well, of course! I just couldn’t bear the thought of being away from my babies.”
I smile at the mention of my niece and nephew. “Of course not! Every person has a different way of going about things.”
I barely have time to take a bite of my food. “Oh, I like your hair today, Amelia! Having it pulled back halfway makes your face look slimmer,” my mom pipes in.
There it goes with the complimenting and insulting at the same time thing. Lane stiffens beside me, and I know he noticed it too. He squeezes my leg under the table.
“Thanks, Mom.”
She waves her hand around. “No problem!”
I reach forward and grab a roll.
“Oh Amelia, should you be eating any more carbs?”
Now this irks me. “Mom.” I stop and smile sweetly. Lane strokes my arm, soothing my anger. “I can eat whatever I want. I have curves, yes, but don’t forget I get that from Aunt Ellen and your mom.”
She squints at the mention of Aunt Ellen. She is an older me—we’re practically identical. She is a lawyer and settled down with her very own bad boy a couple of towns over.
“Ellen Fitzpatrick?” Lane asks.
“Yeah, that’s my aunt.”
My mom narrows her eyes. “Why? Do you know her?”
“She is one of the lawyers for our club’s businesses. She’s damn good at her job and very driven. I guess that’s a family trait.”
My mom’s mouth pops open slightly, and she shuts it quickly. I press my lips together to contain my laughter. Lane just made my life.
We stay in silence for the rest of the dinner, because I can see my mother fuming. She hates my aunt, but it’s my guess she is jealous. I so need to call Ellen later and talk to her about what happened today. She will get a kick out of it.
“Let’s all head to the family room, shall we?” my dad asks and we follow him out of the room. I look at the clock and see I’ve only been here for fo
rty minutes. Why is it going by so slowly?
My sister’s husband plops down beside me, and I move closer to Lane. “You’re looking really good, Amelia,” Kenneth whispers.
“She does look nice, but she needs to start watching her weight. A man like Lane won’t stick around for a slob,” Jackie says.
Oh my god.
Lane jumps up off the couch and pulls me with him. “I am so fucking done with you worthless pieces of shit. I will not allow you to insult her anymore.”
My sister and mother gape at him.
“She is fucking beautiful, and so beautiful ya’ll are so fucked up in the head with jealousy.”
Kenneth raises his hand. “Man, don’t talk to my wife like that.”
Lane laughs darkly. “Oh shall I tell your wife how you’ve stared at Amelia’s ass and tits the whole time tonight?”
My sister gasps and smacks Kenneth. “You would look at that slob?”
“I don’t blame him one bit for looking at her. If I had to fuck such an uptight bitch every night…”
Oh my godddd! I snort with laughter because this is epic. I don’t care what is being said to my family at this point, because tonight was the last straw and they went too far. It’s time to cut the negativity out of my life.
“I will not have you speak like that in my house to my family,” Dad says.
Lane whips his head around and glares at him. “Speak to your family that way? Did you forget that Amelia is your family? You allowed her to be spoken down to, and you sat there with your thumb up your ass.”
“Amelia, you’re not welcome here anymore,” Mom says. “It’s time for you to go. I hope you have a happy life—but I doubt you will, because look at you. You know how embarrassing it is to have a daughter who’s fat and isn’t married?”
Now that fucking hurt. “That’s okay, Mom, I know you haven’t liked me for a very long time, and that’s okay. I am extremely happy with my life. I can support myself and I have a family, but it’s not you. Blood isn’t family. Lane is my family, and you will regret treating me this way one day. You continue living your life with your shiny things. I will be enjoying my life.”