“You planning on breaking up with me to have that experience too?” I ask. My chest tightens awaiting her answer.
“What? No! Why would you say something like that? I mean, we’re, well, what are we, anyhow?” I can hear the anxiety in her voice, and know I need to be as soothing as possible when it comes to the subject at hand.
“We’re friends moving toward something more,” I reply, kissing her forehead.
“Friends don’t normally kiss though,” she states.
“We do,” I tell her. “As often as we want.” And as long as my poor dick doesn’t fall off, that is. “Don’t give a fuck what others do.”
“We’ll make our own path then?”
“Yes, fuck the normal, we’re not normal and never will be. We’ll do this at our pace and however we want to. I don’t care what others think, there doesn't have to be a label on us, or what we are. For now, we’re just Bridget and Capone...okay?”
“I like that, it feels like there isn’t as much pressure.”
“I’d never pressure you into anything, haven’t I made myself clear on that yet?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, I know you feel like a broken record sometimes, and I’m probably more needy than you’re used to being with women. I’m working hard, and I’ll get there.”
“I’ll repeat things as many times as you need to get it. And you are working your ass off. I’m so fucking proud of how you have taken the bull by the horns and are fighting through everything from your past. You have no idea how much of a turn-on that is to me, seeing you growing stronger every day.”
“I just don’t want you to get tired of always having to say the same things over and over again, to the point of becoming frustrated with me and our relationship.”
“I told you in the beginning, I’m a patient man. I’ll wait however long you need me to. It may not always be easy, but we’ll get through it...together.”
“You’re one of the sweetest men I’ve ever met.”
“Sweet? Baby, I’m anything but sweet, and one day I’ll show you how rough and gruff I truly am.” I watch as she clenches her thighs together. She may be ready sooner than I thought she would be. Thankfully, before I have a chance to open my mouth and say something stupid, the doorbell rings, and we both jump like someone lit us on fire.
“I got it,” I tell her adjusting myself in my pants. I grab my wallet off the table by the front door, where I always put it when I come in, and pull out my cash.
I open the door and nearly groan when I see it’s a woman I used to have a thing with.
“Capone!” she screams out, making me need to place my hands over my ears...she knows I hate that shit. I pull out my phone to call the prospect to find out what the fuck is going on and notice a missed text from him stating that Axe sent him out on a job, so he placed the food order, but had it set up for delivery. I groan in despair when I realize I missed that message because the woman standing in front of me is one I wish I had never gotten involved with in the first place.
“Andrea, nice to see you again.” I swat away her grabby hands.
“Why are you being like this?” she asks, with a frown on her face.
“Open your eyes, I’m here with my girl, and you’re being disrespectful to her, and yourself, by throwing yourself at a taken man.” Okay, I probably could’ve been a little nicer about it, but she’s a grade A clinger and I’d like to nip that in the bud as soon as motherfucking possible.
She glances over at Bridget and I see a sneer cross her face before she quickly erases it and looks back at me. “I didn’t think you did serious?” she asks.
“When the right woman comes along, that changes,” I reply. I really didn’t like the look she gave Bridget and file it away in case she decides to cause us problems.
“I...see,” she says. Clearly she doesn’t because she’s still trying to flirt with me, standing a bit closer than is appropriate or necessary.
I’m about to say something when I feel Bridget come up next to me, sliding her arms around my waist. “Is that dinner, honey? I’m starved and need to build up my strength for later.” Well, that statement nearly knocked me on my ass! My woman’s got some brass ones hidden away, apparently.
“Yeah, babe,” I reply, kissing her on the head. I hold out the cash to Andrea who has no choice but to hand me the bag of food. “Thanks. Good seeing you,” I tell her, making no apologies for the tone in my voice. I want her gone and as I’m closing the door, in her face mind you, she screams out something about do I want my change. Fuck no I don’t, what I want is for her to disappear and get back to the night I was having before she showed up.
“So, was that an ex of yours?”
“Of sorts,” I say, hoping we can end it at that.
“You can’t brush off the question, Capone. Am I going to be having to watch my back now? How many women are going to come up to me and try to start problems between us?”
“Not a fucking one! And if anyone gives you any shit, I want a phone call immediately. And Andrea was, well...she was.” Just spit it out Capone, I say to myself. “She was a fuck buddy for a time there, nothing was ever serious, but we’d get together from time to time.” There, I nod my head, satisfied at the answer I gave.
“Fuck buddy, that’s a gross analogy to use for a person, Capone.” Dammit, I did not want to have this type of discussion with her tonight.
“You know I wasn’t a monk, Bridget. I wasn’t looking for a happily ever after until the day came that my eyes landed on you for the first time. I wasn’t ever looking for a future...with anyone, but that all changed when you smiled at me. You stole my heart that day, and you haven’t let it go since.”
“Good save, buddy,” she says, grinning at me. “Although I still think you could do much better than having to deal with my baggage. I’m content to build something with you and know that shit like this is bound to show up from time to time.” Damn, I’m so happy that I’m not going to have to deal with a jealous streak when it comes to her.
We sit and eat before I convince her to take a bubble bath. Once she’s out, we’re back to binge-watching a crazy comedy we found on Netflix and I take advantage of the fact she’s in my arms to kiss on her at every opportunity. My last thought before drifting off with her curled up against me is that I’m a lucky motherfucker.
Seven
Bridget
Three weeks later…
I’m sitting in my therapist’s office and we’re discussing the weird things happening around me. The salon had a rock thrown through the window, on said rock was a frowny face painted in red. Cassarah, Lulu and DJ have had punctured tires, from sitting in front of the salon, and the thing that is strange about that is that whoever did it was smart enough to not get caught by the cameras that are surrounding the building. My car ended up with more damage however, I had all four tires slashed, two windows shattered and a note that had been stabbed...yes, stabbed to the steering wheel. I have no clue what it said, because the guys won’t show me. Instead, Chief took it in as evidence...shouldn’t I know what was on it? I mean, it was my car after all.
“How does this make you feel?” she asks me, isn’t that the stupidest question you’ve ever heard? How does she think it makes me feel?
“Angry, livid, appalled, ready to commit murder!” I huff out.
“Angry and livid are the same emotion, how else does it make you feel?” Blasted woman! I hate talking feelings and shit.
“Scared! Alright, I’m fucking petrified, is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Yes, because it’s real. So, you're angry and scared, what can we do about that?”
“That’s the question of the day, isn’t it, Doc?” I saucily reply, because today, she’s getting on my last nerve, and my reserve is already thin.
“Talk to Capone about that tonight. That’s your homework, plus, write in your journal...write about all of this, and come up to some conclusions on your own.”
“If I knew what to do, I wouldn
’t have talked to you about it,” I snap.
“I’ll see you in two days, Bridget. We’ll pick up our discussion then.”
“Lovely, looking forward to it,” I say and she snickers.
“You’re finding yourself, Bridget. It’s a glorious thing to be a part of.” Glorious, hmph, who says those kinds of things. I shake my head and walk out the door, right into Capone’s chest.
“Let’s go! I’ve got shit to do,” I tell him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he states with a smirk on his face. Why is he always smirking at me? It irks me, especially when I’m in a foul mood.
“Don’t be coy!” I say, marching out the door and towards his truck. He didn’t bring the bike claiming I’d be too ‘exposed’ out in the open. So instead, I don’t get to feel that freedom of the open road the way I’ve been craving for a few days now. I honestly don’t know why I’m so out of sorts. I mean, I’ve got the job of my dreams and while I know whatever the fuck is going on is scaring me half to death, I realize the guys have it under control.
Once in the salon, I’m grumbling around and when DJ says something, I snap, “What?!”
“Thinking someone’s a little hot and bothered,” she states, grinning at me.
Wait, what? Hot and bothered? What does that even mean? Stomping back over to where she’s sitting, chatting to Trinity, I ask, “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
“Honey, did you ever...that is, I know you weren’t a willing participant in things before, but haven’t you ever experienced desire?” Trinity asks.
“Someone’s horny!” DJ pops out, and I look at her with my eyes wide open. Could that be it, is my body messing with my mind because it’s in need of something that it’s never needed before?
“No...wait, are you saying that my mood is because I want sex? I’ve never wanted it before!”
“That’s because you were never a willing participant before, you never felt safe and valued. Treasured and adored by someone like Capone does with you,” Cara states.
“Thinking it’d be more than sex with Capone,” Cassarah says.
“Ugh, so now what? I mean, he’s said over and over it’s at my pace. How do I hasten that pace up? I’m clueless here, ladies, so give a girl some hints, wouldja?”
“Seduce him, easy as that,” DJ tells me.
“But...but, I’ve never seduced anyone before, what do I do? How do I do that and not make myself look foolish?” I ask them, because I can picture it now, I’d light candles and catch the drapes on fire, I’d give him sexy eyes, only they’d come out crossed with my luck. Geesh, I’m at a loss here of what to do. I’ve never been a seductress before!
“Why not just talk to him?” Trinity suggests. Yeah...no. Not happening. Seeing the look on my face, she continues, saying, “Honey, he’s not a mind-reader. He may have said you would set the pace because of your past, but he’s gotta know when you’re ready to go further.”
“How about I send him a text instead, that way I can hide my face and he won’t see how embarrassed I am?” Sounds like a good idea to me.
“Uh, sexting? No, you can’t sext until you have actually done the deed,” DJ informs me.
“Just saying, I won’t be sexting anyone...even him. Thank you very much!” I pull out my phone and shoot off a text.
Me: I’m ready
Capone: ready for what?
Me: for you to fuck me
Capone: be right there
“There that’s done, he’ll be right here.” Then, I have a massive freak out! He’ll be right here! What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
“Oh shit, she’s gonna blow,” DJ says, panicked.
“Breathe, Bridget,” Cara says. Her calm voice has me taking in deep breaths. Of course, the minute he strides through the front door and heads my way, those go out the window. He nods at the other ladies and without another word, scoops me up bridal style and heads out the back door. I can hear their hoots and hollers even as I bury my face in his chest. Oh lord, why is it that the second he picked me up my panties got wet? It’s so hot that he can pick me up without any effort whatsoever.
Capone
When I received Bridget’s text message my dick became instantly hard. I shifted myself in my jeans and left the clubhouse and jumped on my bike without a backwards glance or a farewell to any of my brothers. I did however hear a bunch of chuckles and I swear I heard Smokey call out ‘bowchickawowow’ but I paid him no mind. My train of thought was on one thing and one thing only, making it to Bridget and finally giving my dick the reprieve it desires. Walking into the salon, I hone in on her, and before she can say anything, I scoop her up and head out the back door, giving her no chance to change her mind. I don’t care if it takes the rest of the day, this is happening! Once upstairs, I lock the door behind me before going into her bedroom. Our room? It feels like ours since I haven’t left her side, but she may not realize yet that I’m not going anywhere. I deposit her gently onto the bed and follow her down, pulling her so we’re face-to-face. “You sure about this, Bridget? Because once we start, I can’t guarantee that I can stop. I’ve wanted you forfuckingever.” One word though keeps running through my mind, mine. I can’t wait to claim her, mark her, let the entire world know who she belongs to.
Wide eyes look at me and she nods, not saying a word. “I know I want you, Capone.”
“Kade. Since we’re about to get as close as two people can be, call me Kade, please.”
“Kade,” she says. My dick likes my name on her lips if the throbbing against my jeans is any indication. “I’m nervous as hell, though.” My eyes twitch at her statement, I believe I know why she’s nervous, but I’d like for her to voice that to me.
“Why, baby? It’s me. Us. Not gonna do anything to you that will hurt you.” Ever, I think to myself, yeah, I can be stupid, and will probably say and do some shit to piss her off, but I’ll never intentionally hurt her.
“I know, but this is the first time that this,” she waves her finger between us, “means a damn thing to me.” My heart rate picks up at her words because I feel the same way. It’s like everyone before her was a practice run, getting me ready for the day a woman would enter my life and I’d think of nothing else than making things explosive for her and our lovemaking. I just hope I can keep from losing it like a first-time teenager in the backseat of his father’s car.
“It’s a first for me too, y’know,” I reply. At her scoff, I add, “I mean it, Bridget. Before you, it’s been about a release. No feelings, no real attachment. Just two people getting off.”
She starts giggling at my statement before she says, “So, what you’re saying is that the two of us, despite having...pasts...are kinda like virgins right now!” Her giggles are infectious, especially given the current topic, and I join in, pulling her closer and kissing her head.
“If it makes you feel better, then yes, we’re both virgins right now. Wanna make out?” I ask, wagging my eyebrows at her.
“Hell yes,” she replies, her hands cupping my face.
Leaning closer, I capture her lips in mine, allowing her to set the tone and pace. When her tongue comes out and she swipes it across my lower lip, I groan deep in my throat and deepen the kiss. All thoughts about letting her lead are gone. I’m enraptured by the feel of her hands against my skin. Her mouth is taking me places no other woman before her has ever been able to take me and I nearly throw her down and ravish her without taking the time I would like to explore every single inch of her exposed skin.
She removes her hands from my face, and I feel her sliding them under my shirt and I pull back to remove it before pulling her close once again. “Hang on,” she murmurs, leaning back and taking her own shirt off. I look at the lacy bra covering her gorgeous breasts and sigh. I hit the fucking jackpot with her and will spend from now until my last breath making sure she knows how beautiful she is to me. I’ve noticed some small, silver-like scars lining her body, they don’t bother me, but I’m worried they may bother her t
o some extent. I don’t say anything about them, I pretend I don’t notice them, and continue admiring the vision before me. Cupping one breast in my hand, I stroke across the tip until I feel the nipple pebbling underneath. Her soft sighs let me know I’m on the right path, so I reach behind her and unclasp her bra before pulling it down her arms so I can see what I’ve been feeling.
“These would look so beautiful pierced,” I mutter out. She looks at me and blushes.
“I’ve thought about getting them done, but I’m too chicken to go alone.”
“If you seriously want to get them done, I’d be honored to go with you,” I say right before I latch my lips onto her pebbled nipple. It’s like a beacon calling to me. I hear her moan and it’s like a siren’s call, causing me to double my efforts. She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into her. “Fucking hell,” I mumble around her nipple, “I could do this every minute, of every day, for the rest of my life,” I give my attention to her other nipple. It’s just as enticing as the first and I don't want to let my mouth let go of its purchase. But knowing there’s a treat waiting for me between her legs, I let my hand glide down her exposed stomach and unbutton and unzip her jeans. She leans back and lets me slide them down her legs, leaving her in a matching pair of panties. Fuck, she’s gorgeous in lace. I let my gaze wander, appreciating the light blush that stains her chest, the nipples that are now red from my lips, and the obvious wet patch between her legs. “You’re so wet already, sweetheart,” I whisper, my fingers lightly stroking between her legs.
“It’s you, you have this effect on me, Kade.” The sound of my name on her lips causes me to lose all train of thought. No woman I’ve ever fucked before has used anything other than Capone. I didn’t want them to know me, the real me, like I do with her. I want her to know everything -- well, almost everything outside of what I do with the Nelson brothers when I’m needed. That’s something I hope never gets exposed to her, but I want her to know my heart, soul and thoughts...especially when they’re concerning her and our family. Her intoxicating smell hits me, and I lean down and inhale. I want to memorize her scent, something no man from here on out will ever have the opportunity to get to know. Mine...my woman, my brain reiterates. As if there was ever a doubt from my first glimpse of her.
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