Pipe Dreams: Royal Bastards MC Anchorage Chapter (Royal Bastards MC: Anchorage Book 2)

by CM Genovese

  “Pipe,” she whispered. “Thank you for touching me.”

  Her words were so sad, so innocent, and she was so needy. This woman who deserved to be worshipped every fucking night had gone so long without a man’s touch. I reached around behind her and unclasped her bra. With both hands, I felt her soft tits and savored the weight of them. My thumbs found the hardened nubs of her nipples, nothing but shadowy circles in the darkness.

  “Pipe,” she whined.

  It might have been meant to stop me or it might have been meant to give me permission. As my lips fell over one nipple, she sighed, and I knew I had the answer I wanted. I ran my tongue around her nipple and flicked at it. With her tit cupped in my hand, I opened my lips around her and inhaled, sucking as much of her into my mouth as possible. Her back arched and she moaned. It wasn’t because my mouth brought her so much pleasure. I knew better than that. But I think I comforted her. I made her feel like a woman again.

  We’d fucked in the past. We’d torn into each other like aggressive, hungry animals. I was enamored with her back then. She was infatuated with me.

  But right now, I fucking loved her. I’d learned to adore her. I’d felt what it was like to want her and not be able to have her.

  Now, I savored her.

  The feel of her soft skin, the warmth of her body, the sweetness I tasted in her mouth, and the sound of her begging me, “Make love to me, Pipe.”

  It was a request I’d waited six years to hear.

  “Please,” she said, “make me your woman.”

  She’d never been my woman. Not the way I’d hoped for. Was she giving herself to me now? Whether it was her intention to or not, she’d just crossed that line. She was mine now, and I wasn’t letting her get away this time. I yanked her sweatshirt over her head and tossed it to the side.

  Her hands went to my shirt and tugged. I pulled it over my head and threw it somewhere. We fell onto the bed, chest to chest, and the heat was incredible. There’s something about being with the woman you’re in love with. It’s different from any other woman you might invite to bed. When you’re in love, you cherish things like the feel, the total intimacy of flesh on flesh.

  Instead of rushing to fuck her the way I might with other women, I was content to kiss her and feel our bodies grind against each other. We were both still wearing our jeans when she turned her back to me and said, “Hold me, Pipe.”

  With her bare back to my chest, I wrapped a hand around her, and she yanked it up under her tit. The weight of it kept my hand in place and I’d never felt more at home. She moved to the music, grinding her ass against me to the beat of ‘Lost the Game’ by Two Feet. It was a straight-up fuck song and I thought I might tear through my jeans with the way her ass teased my cock. She knew what she was doing.

  “Do you want me, Pipe?” she asked.

  “Tayla…”

  “Tell me you want me. That you need me. That you’ll take care of us.”

  Us. She meant herself and the kids.

  “Tayla…”

  “Make love to me, Pipe. Please?”

  “If we do this, you’re mine, Tayla. It can’t be like the last time. I’m going to ask you a question, and if you say yes, you are one-hundred percent mine. My woman. My ol’ lady. I don’t give a fuck about Captain John. If you say yes to this question, you’re divorcing him and you’re mine.”

  She was quiet. Her ass kept grinding on me.

  “Do you want me to put my cock inside you and claim you?” I asked.

  Her hands went to the front of her pants. Her button came undone. Her zipper came down. She tugged her jeans off her hips and down her legs where she kicked them away. Her naked ass pressed against me again. “Yessss,” she sighed. “Claim me. I’m yours. Forever this time.”

  My pants couldn’t have come off quickly enough. I aggressively ripped them off my body. My cock throbbed so fucking hard. Her hand reached back and grabbed hold of me.

  “Oh, my—”

  She didn’t finish because I spooned her, opened her legs slightly, found her slick opening, and pressed the head of my cock between her wet lips.

  “Hmm,” she sighed and shoved her ass back against me, forcing me in deeper. I thrust into her as far as I could, but this wasn’t the best position for serious fucking. She knew it too because she pushed me away from her and rolled onto her stomach, lifting her ass up for me.

  Behind her, on my knees, I parted her lips and once again shoved my cock into her. Her hands clenched the bedsheet, squeezing it up in bunches at her fists.

  “I’m yours, Pipe,” she promised.

  “Fuck yeah, you are.”

  With my hands at her hips, I pumped my cock into her, feeling her pussy take every inch of me. Each time I pulled out I saw my coated cock glisten in the moonlight. She was drenched but still so fucking tight, squeezing me each time I entered.

  She threw her hair all over to one side of her head and looked back at me over the opposite shoulder. Her eyes were squinted, her smile was wide, and she bit her lip as I fucked her. She was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life, and she was finally mine. This was what I’d been missing all this time, and I found myself getting emotional.

  Heartache is a motherfucker.

  Depression is a bitch.

  Contentment, full elation, the total fucking rapture of having the woman you love give herself to you completely is beyond explanation.

  As Tayla coaxed me onto my back and sat down on my cock, I knew I was in love with her. Nothing else mattered but this moment. The future would come on its own. The past was gone already. There was nothing to worry about, nothing to think about, nothing to concern myself with except reaching up to her and pulling her mouth to mine as she rolled her hips and planted her pussy all the way down to my balls.

  “I love you, Pipe,” she forced out as our tongues collided.

  Without even a second’s hesitation, I replied, “I fucking love you, Tayla. I loved you six years ago. I fucking love you now.”

  She rode me until she began to whine that she was about to come. I’d been trying to hold off my orgasm for a while, so I finally let it go, and we came together that night.

  Afterward, she lay with her head on my chest and her leg draped over my midsection. I could still feel the heat radiating off her body. She was quiet, but I could tell she wasn’t asleep. Her mind was probably racing like mine was.

  Finally, she spoke. “Do you really love me?”

  “Tay, of course, I do.”

  “It’s just so easy for you guys. You know, to fall in and out of love. I saw my dad do it all my childhood.”

  “I’m not your dad, Tay. When I say I love you, I mean it. Want to know a secret?”

  She giggled. “Yes.”

  “I had a thing for you even before you approached me that first night at the bar.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, but I was trying to do what was right. You were married and you were Cubby’s daughter.”

  “Still am on both counts.”

  “Yeah, I suppose you are.”

  “I had a bit of a crush on you too,” she admitted.

  “Get outta here.”

  “Do you think it was a coincidence that I seduced you at your table that night?” she asked. “I mean come on. I wasn’t that fucking drunk.”

  I laughed. “I know you weren’t.”

  We were both silent for at least a full minute before she added, “I mean it when I say I love you, Pipe. You said you loved me six years ago. I’ve loved you since then too.”

  I smiled in the silent darkness.

  “I can’t believe six years have been wasted,” she said.

  “Yeah. But you know… they weren’t really wasted. We did get to see each other and learn more about each other.”

  “Like how much of a ho you are,” she replied with laughter.

  “Yeah, well, I was gaining experience,” I said, “and maybe I was hoping you’d get a little bit jealous.”


  “I was fucking jealous, Pipe. Every time you told me about fucking someone. Every time.”

  I laughed.

  “I’m serious,” she said. “It was harder to hear than you’d think. I secretly wanted it to be me.”

  “Well, it’s you now.”

  “It is, isn’t it?” she asked as her hand found its way to my sleeping cock, waking it up for another round.

  Only on Sundays Cracker would break out his old spatula and make the best damn fried eggs with potatoes, sausages, and biscuits with sausage gravy the Last Frontier had to offer. When we made it out of the bedroom, Rain and Cassie were already seated at the table along with Slitz and the Russian-like chick he’d fucked in my room that one night. It seemed he really had a thing for her.

  “Y’all finally rolled out of bed,” Rain said.

  “I didn’t get the chance to meet you last night,” Cassie said with a wave at Tayla.

  I pulled out Tayla’s seat as she responded with, “I’m sorry. I’m Tayla.”

  “Cassie,” Cassie replied.

  “Lena,” Slitz’s girl said with a smile.

  “Nice to meet you,” Tayla replied.

  “You know the guys,” I said. “Where’s everyone else?”

  “BP took Toni out for breakfast,” Slitz said. “You know they like to do their own thing when she’s in town. Everyone else is still in bed, I guess. It was a late night.”

  Lena slapped her fork at her breakfast and leaned a tired head against Slitz’s arm. “It was a really late night.”

  “Tell me about it,” I said. “Fuckin’ nightmares.”

  “Still having them fucked up dreams?” Rain asked.

  “Yeah,” I said as Pinky handed me a plate full of food. She looked at Tayla and rolled her eyes.

  I gave my plate to Tayla and went to get another one for myself.

  “I don’t have nightmares,” Slitz said.

  “That is good,” Lena replied. “I have them unless I say a prayer. Pipe, if you don’t mind me asking, what is your nightmare about?”

  I sat down next to Tayla and considered how much I should tell them. I didn’t need all my brothers thinking I was a lunatic.

  “A long time ago I saw this black car,” I began. “Like an old limousine. Kind of weird looking. I swear the headlights looked like horns. It was around when… when a friend of mine died. I had nightmares about it for a long time and then they stopped. Now, I’m having them again. But I keep seeing the car in real life too. On the street. Outside Tayla’s house.”

  “Outside my house?” Tayla asked. “You didn’t tell me—”

  “Because it vanishes out of the blue like it’s in my fucking head.”

  Everyone was silent.

  “Want to know the weirdest fucking part? I’ve seen nuns come out of the car.”

  “Bums?” Slitz asked. “Well, bums need to have rides too.”

  “Not fucking bums,” I barked. “Nuns.”

  “Like Catholic nuns?” Tayla asked.

  “Something like that,” I replied, “but I don’t think they’re from any church. They wear tan… I don’t know what you call their uniforms.”

  “Habits,” Tayla informed us.

  “Yeah, that,” I said.

  Rain slammed down his coffee mug. “That’s fucking creepy, man.”

  Lena, who’d been silent since I started talking about the car, finally stopped playing with her food and said, “It sounds like the Black Volga.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “It is an old legend where I am from,” she replied.

  “Russia,” I said.

  Lena gasped. “Fuck, no! I am Polish, not Russian. How dare you?”

  I hadn’t meant to offend her. “I’m sorry. Really. It’s just that…”

  When I didn’t finish my explanation, Slitz took over for me and said, “It’s just all you people look alike. That’s what he’s saying.”

  Lena gasped again and slapped his arm.

  “Just kidding, baby,” Slitz said and grabbed her chin roughly, bringing her in for a kiss.

  “Tell me more about this legend,” I said.

  “In my country, they say… and it is said in other countries,” Lena passed me a death glance and continued, “like Russia, that the Black Volga comes for children. It comes and takes them away. They say the car is driven by a demon priest and other people say it is filled with demon nuns. If the Black Volga takes your children, you must tell people the truth. If you deny it, you will die.”

  “Sounds like a bunch of bullshit,” Rain said.

  Lena shrugged her shoulders. “It is what they say.”

  “But what does that have to do with me?” I asked.

  She took a bite of her biscuit and said, “I don’t know. My aunt, she said she thinks it is a curse. Why else would it go after certain children and not others? She thinks the Black Volga is sent after you when you have wronged someone, and they seek a witch.” She took a big swig of orange juice and then asked, “Do you know a witch? Have you wronged one?”

  I laughed. “No.”

  Lena shrugged again. “Then I don’t know. That is just what they say. In my country. This is not my country. So, I don’t know.”

  After breakfast, I drove Tayla back to her house. Her husband’s car wasn’t there when we arrived. The kids were still with her sister-in-law.

  When she got off my bike, I grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her in for a kiss. She glanced around nervously, so I rubbed at her hand.

  “You’re nervous,” I said.

  “Of course, I am.”

  “Nervous of what? That you’ll be caught with me? Tay, I fought off Captain John and his two asshole buddies last night. I think the cat’s outta the bag.”

  “I guess.”

  “Besides, you’re mine now.”

  I reached up and touched her face, running my thumb over her bottom lip.

  She smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Then say it.”

  “I’m yours now.”

  “Like you mean it.”

  “I am yours now, Pipe. Don’t hurt me.”

  “I never will. Why don’t you come stay at the MC?”

  “And the kids?”

  “They can stay with your sister-in-law one more night. Or, hell, bring them to the MC. They can stay in my room. I’m sure everyone would love to have them around. Carousel brings his kids to the clubhouse sometimes.” I took both her hands in mine and gave them a squeeze. I was excited about it. “Come on. They’d have a blast.”

  “Calm down, baby,” she said.

  “Yeah, I know. I will. Okay.”

  She laughed. “Kids are a big responsibility. We can’t shake them up too much. Besides, what if they see Mommy kissing Uncle Pipe?”

  “Good point. So, no kissing around them.”

  “Pipe, it’s a sweet idea, but let me get the kids back from Jamie and figure out some things.”

  “Figure out some things,” I repeated. “What does that mean?”

  She must have seen the frustration on my face because she started to laugh and said, “No, not like that. I’m yours. You’re mine. But this isn’t easy. John might seem like an asshole, but he’s also a very serious and very proud man. I need to figure out how I’m going to tell him. And you have some thinking to do too, hun. You’re going to have me, Caleb, and Myra at some point. She’s part of the package.”

  “Yeah, of course. I want her too. We’ll figure all this shit out.”

  “We will, but I need to stay here in the meantime.”

  She was right. I knew she couldn’t just up and leave with all her belongings in that house and with no plan in place. But it drove me nuts thinking she was going to sleep in the same bed with him until everything got sorted out.

  “He doesn’t fucking touch you,” I said. “Not at all. No fucking kissing, no fucking stroking, no fucking fucking.”

  She laughed again. “As soon as I see him, I’m telling him that I�
��m leaving him. And that I will sleep with one of the kids until everything is figured out. And if he tries anything at all I will call you and I will call his installation commander, General Raymie. Trust me. His career means more to him than the kids and I ever will.”

  I pulled her close to me once more and put my forehead to hers. “I fucking love you.”

  She wrinkled up her nose and kissed my lips quickly. “You better mean it. I can’t live the life my dad gave me as a kid. I don’t want the kids living that life either.”

  “You won’t,” I said and kissed her hard.

  Life was finally shaping up to what I’d always hoped it would be someday. I was not going to fuck this up.

  14

  My phone rang as I was about to leave Tayla’s house. It was Carousel.

  “Yo, you busy?” he asked.

  “Not anymore.”

  “You mind stopping by your girlfriend’s apartment? Nugget was supposed to be watching her today, but he ate some bad chili or something and he’s been shittin’ himself all morning. Apparently, she ain’t happy about what he’s done to her bathroom.”

  “Yeah, I’ll swing by there. She’s gotta be at work in a few hours anyway. I’ll hang out with her ‘til then. And brother, do me a favor. Don’t call her my girlfriend. It’s not like that.”

  “Got it. Not your girlfriend.”

  Carla was something else I needed to sort out. In reality, there wasn’t much to handle when it came to her. It wasn’t like we had a relationship, but still, I needed to make sure Tayla was aware of Carla and that Carla was aware of Tayla. Even when there shouldn’t be any jealousy, I’d learned in the past that it often seeped into situations.

  She answered the door in a skirt and a T-shirt tied in a knot just below her tits. For an older woman, she sure dressed like she was forever twenty-one. Her hair was up in a bun with a pink bandana tied around her forehead. Her ensemble was highlighted by the yellow rubber cleaning gloves she wore. She stood with her fists balled up at her hips like she was Super Woman about to take flight.

  “Hey, lover,” she said with a wink.

  She was joking, but it still made me silently cringe. With Tayla in the picture, I was suddenly aware of all the things that could totally fuck up our relationship.