She stirred in his arms, setting his body off as blood rushed south as if on a mission. “Morning.”
“Good morning,” she purred, nuzzling along his neck. “Thank you for showing me how you got your name.”
“Don’t think I did.” He smirked as his fingertips trailed along her shoulder.
“Says the man with a blindfold in his drawer.”
Turning a bit, he reached for strip of fabric he’d used to cover her eyes. “This?”
“Yes.” She pushed up on his chest, the curve of her breasts tempting him as her nipples perked from the cool room. She snatched the strip of satin from his hand.
He brought his hands behind his head and rested on his pillow.
“This isn’t a blindfold.” Drawing the black satin strip through her delicate fingers, Dreamer tried to determine what its intended purpose was.
“It was wrapped around a blanket I picked up at the store. Seemed a shame to waste it, just hadn’t found a good use for it.” His fingers ran through her hair as he cradled her head and brought her lips to his kissing her thoroughly. Her body slid over his, settling on his hips.
When they separated he said, “Love, I have to get up.”
“No, don’t leave me just yet,” she begged.
“Hack may be off the clock, but I’m not. I have to get to work,” he tried to explain. “No nine to five for me, faster I get the house done the sooner we can get it on the market.” He tried to unwrap his body from hers. Though his effort was half-hearted as he got caught up in the feel of her thigh against his palm. When he sat on the edge of the bed her hand slid down his chest, her body pressed to his back.
Locking on to him, Meadow pulled him back into the bed. “Don’t leave me just yet.”
“Convince me,” he challenged and passed her the bit of satin.
Meadow covered her eyes with the fabric and began to tie it.
“Nope, not gonna do it,” he said as the strip of black fell between her breasts and he hooked it with his finger. “Now, how can I explain being late when I’m free to leave my room?”
“You want me to tie you up?”
“Only if you can do it and not get distracted.”
“How would I—”
Freaky grasped her neck and kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling as his cock hardened in remembrance of her warm channel. The smell of sex still clinging to their skin was sending his body down a deep dream with only one way to be sated. “Me. Just me. Tie me up. Lay me out. Ride me any way you want, but if you catch a perfect angle enjoy it, keep it tucked away in that special place and do not reach for a camera. The only capturing you have in this moment… is of me.”
“And you say you didn’t get your name Freaky from sex.”
“Nope, not even close.”
“I’m going to bind you as tight as you did me last night.”
“So, not at all.” Tossing the fabric aside, he locked his arms around her body, rolling them both in the bed. Beneath him, she arched into his body and their hands locked. Fingers intertwined, he pinned them above her head then dipped his mouth to capture hers.
Their kiss was hot and heavy, deepening their connection. A shift happening between them as their hands uncurled and her fingers ran through his hair. Fisting it as he trailed his lips down to the notch of her neck. Licking her flesh and wanting to taste every inch. The overriding thought crashing around him was he didn’t want to leave her without making her his.
His cock throbbed in pain and he hooked her thigh, spreading her wide before pushing inside her hot wetness. The first thrust coating his shaft in her arousal as he stroked in and out until both were panting. It was the best morning sex he’d ever had and he wouldn’t stop until he came hard enough so he wouldn’t be able to walk straight. Her thigh on his chest and knee wrapped around his shoulder created a channel where he could press deep into her.
The walls of her pussy massaging him with each thrust, holding tighter until he barely moved from the sheathing of her core. Instead, he grinded against her hips, their lips coming together as they shared the same breath. Meadow’s nails scratched along his back and he hissed in pure pleasure. His rhythm increasing, stroking her harder until he felt her body convulse. The walls of her core grasping his cock and he buried himself deep inside her. His seed coating her womb and staking their claim. At this point in time, he didn’t care if he knocked her up. They used protection most of last night, but at this point he didn’t worry. She was his dream come true and he wanted her to know she was his everything.
Rolling to the side, he continued to kiss her. His tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth touching every part of her. Until he came up for air, finally letting go of her.
They lay there, her leg draped over his as her fingers stroked his abs. He listened to her breathing as it slowed. Freaky’s fingers played with the long coppery strands of her hair, brushing them behind her ear. Her eyes closed and he knew lea-way would be given for work. If he wanted to, he could sleep in, but in his arms at that moment was the reason he needed to work.
His future. His hope. Meadow had buried herself into every possible scenario to break him from the life he was trying to avoid.
This time, when he tried to leave the bed, she let him. Asleep, she was adorable laying tucked inside the covers, a pillow taking his place in her arms.
Making sure to not pull on the blanket, he maneuvered to the shower.
Quietly, he dressed then left her in bed sleeping. He had to get to work. This relationship had come at a time he wanted to succeed in something. Making money was important to him all of a sudden. The future was bright with Meadow at his side.
A few people were milling around when he hit the main floor. He cut into the kitchen. Leftovers from the reception had him snagging cake for breakfast. When he stepped back into the main room, he nearly ran over Porsche. “Sorry about that, guess I should have signaled.”
“You think he’s gone?” Porsche asked. Her face pale. “I tried last night. Sting and I shacked up for the night. I haven’t seen Clive since—since—”
Freaky guided Porsche to a chair and sat across from her.
“I want Meadow gone,” she stated plainly. “I know it was an accident her and me together here, but he’s—you have no idea how far he can go.”
Euphoria of morning sex gone, he stared at a woman he’d never seen so much as flinch at a noise, but she was now nearly paralyzed in fear.
“Last night I woke up screaming and he didn’t touch me. He didn’t say my name or try to take me and still I was screaming because I saw him.” Porsche’s eyes pleaded with Freaky. “I get that you like her, but another girl will come along. As long as she’s here—wasn’t she scared last night?”
“Um.” Freaky swallowed back the truth of it all. “She was upset and all, but I distracted her.”
“Six years, and I’m scared to step out that door.” Porsche’s finger pointed. “When does it end? When am I free?”
“I don’t know,” he replied honestly. “You weren’t with him as long as Dreamer was, were you?”
“She seems more accommodating than I am. Maybe that’s why he—” She wiped away a tear. “This is so fucked up.”
“You’re safe,” he said holding both her hands between his.
“You’re not going to make her leave are you?”
“We’ve never forced a woman to leave because some limp dick threatened more than one person.”
“I’ve been here. I’ve proved myself loyal,” she said holding her hand to her chest. “It’s not enough is it? I’m replaceable and you’re seconds from claiming her.”
“Porsche—”
“Don’t!” She pushed him away and headed to the stairs.
Freaky sat, torn in so many ways. Porsche was a good woman. Cared for everyone here and she was loyal, but the thought of Dreamer leaving made his chest burn. Claimed or not, any man that could bring Porsche to such a state needed to be put down. Only he couldn’t do it with
out Dreamer’s approval or there would be a secret hanging over them that could destroy everything he wanted to build. Turning his perfect dream into a nightmare that he knew would haunt him forever.
Meadow woke and stretched. She was sore in places she couldn’t imagine. Back, legs, arms she expected from shooting all day. The sex brought about a few other choice locations. Freaky was something she had never experienced before. She felt seen for the first time and special. Hugging the pillow that smelled of his cologne, she didn’t want to get up.
She wanted to imagine what it would be like having him all to herself. Would they live in this room? At least, one couple did. The woman named Cream with the man Bounty. It was small, but enough for the moment. Then again, a tight place with a man whose touch set your whole body on fire made proximity a bonus not a deterrent. The other ladies, the claimed ones in this MC were all so happy. There was an equality too, that she didn’t know could exist in a relationship. They had claimed their man. She wanted to know what that would feel like.
Twisting her hand around her wrist, she remembered how tight they’d been tied the night before. Only, Freaky was right. He hadn’t bound her. She wanted to give herself completely to him and so she had. Given herself over to him with her wrists bound by her mind. The bowtie he’d used and wrapped twice around her wrists, was never knotted.
Had he felt her giving herself to him? Allowing him access to every part of her. She shifted in the sheets. Tightening them around her body, her core still thrumming. Part of her wanted to let her hand wander. It wouldn’t take more than a light brush of her finger to her clit to set her off. The orgasms were still trying to settle in her body.
Only she knew she shouldn’t. The quiet of the room had Clive on her mind. Until she truly got rid of that man, she now knew he wasn’t going to let her go. What was she going to do if he returned and tried something more? Although she wanted to tell herself she was paranoid, her fear was real. Telling him to go meant nothing. She’d left him. And still, he’d tracked her down.
The walk of shame in last night’s clothes would be less embarrassing with a fresh rinse. Droplets were still on the glass door of the shower and she imagined Freaky scrubbing himself down. The bubbles in his dark hair from his belly button to his—heat erupted through her body as she turned on the spray and stepped into the cold water. It warmed quick enough, but as she pressed her hand to the glass she imagined his fingers there. Or him behind her, covering her hand with his.
Popping the top of the shampoo-body wash combo men were fond of, she found the light scent of spring he always sported. Jesus, she was falling in love with him. Every part of her tingled as she showered. Staying in longer than she should, because he’d been there. Her day dreams slipping into the erotic and her want to share them with Freaky had her embarrassed and aroused.
With a long exhale, she toweled off and went in search of the clothes he’d so skillfully stripped off her the night before. Getting dressed, she didn’t want to think about Clive and ruin her morning, but the light ache in her arm from her latest bruise made it hard. It didn’t sit well with her to even think about her ex when she had such a special night with Freaky
At some point, she was meeting up with Porsche today, though nothing had been finalized. A dog greeted her at the bottom of the stairs. His little curled tail wagged as he growled and barked. She’d seen him a few times over the week and still the mutt acted as if he’d never seen her before.
“Oh, big talker,” she said.
The man named Bounty came from the kitchen. “Bailey, knock it off. You know good from bad.” He passed Meadow a piece of luncheon meat. “Some attack dog, he can be bought off with a treat.”
Meadow took the hint. “Sit,” she commanded.
The dog obeyed, dark brown eyes begging for the scrap of meat as if he wasn’t showing weight around his sides from being well fed.
“Told you,” Bounty said.
“Awe, he’s a good boy,” she cooed giving the dog his treat.
“He’d be better if he could hold his water, but he’s just a kid.” Bounty dropped to a knee and ruffled the dog’s ears. “Don’t you worry, soon we’ll have a nice fenced yard for you.”
“You’re leaving?” Meadow asked.
“My Ol’ Lady’s wild but not clubhouse living wild. Besides,” he said patting Bailey’s side. “We gotta get mommy when she’s all gushy from the wedding to marry me. Can’t have a wife here.”
“Jesus, Bounty, I swear you have a two tracked mind,” Cream said as she came down and was instantly greeted by a happy puppy.
“Yeah, well both tracks end with you so, sue me.”
“You know I will.”
“Never marry a lawyer,” he groaned.
“We’re not married,” Cream said crossing her arms. “And if you keep it up—”
“You’ll just use me for sex until I die.” Bounty clipped a collar and leash to Bailey. “I feel like a cheap whore.”
“Come on, take me in town, and show me this house.” Cream shook her head and took the leash from him then slapped his butt. “Something tells me this house is gonna have your ass on overtime.”
“Keep it up and I’m going to knock your ass up,” Bounty said.
It took a moment for Meadow to get her mind right. For a second, she thought he said knock her ass out, but that was a Clive comment to her. Damn it, she did have some sort of PTSD.
“Then you’ll have to marry me,” Bounty continued. “It’s bad enough you have us living in sin, Bailey living day to day, never knowing if mommy really loves daddy.”
“I swear to God—” Bounty kissed Cream deeply, her laugh breaking through the embrace. “You’re lucky you have a cute ass.”
Rose, the maid of honor from the wedding met the couple at the door. “Am I late?” she asked taking the leash from Cream.
“A little, but it’s all good.” Cream smiled back. “Thanks for watching him.”
“No problem,” she replied. “Beno and I will have fun with him.”
Baldy popped in with Beno, doing flips while holding onto his hands. The pull, flip, flop had the little boy laughing as his curls flew through the air.
Meadow had heard the child was adopted, if so he was taking on his father’s hair. Thick curls and shoulder length.
“Hey Beno, check it out Rose has Bailey here.”
The little boy bounded to the puppy.
Baldy came over to Meadow. “Whatcha up to today?” he asked.
“Recovering,” she replied.
“I get that. Luckily, Lil’ Bit took the first shift at the garage.”
“You guys really don’t get breaks,” she stated wishing she were still in bed with Freaky.
“We make time,” he replied.
Rose was now taking out books from her backpack. “Baldy, any chance you’re good with history?” Rose asked.
“I’m okay,” he replied.
“Then I’m saving that till last,” she said.
“How about child development, as in watch the child who’s developing in front of you right now?” he said.
She sighed. “Beno, we need to raid the fridge. I heard there was cake.”
The little boy jumped up and took off with Rose to the kitchen.
“If you need help with Rose’s homework, I could do it,” Meadow offered. “I majored in elementary education with an art emphasis, but I substituted enough in high schools.”
“You’re a teacher?”
“Substitute, I couldn’t find myself locking into a school.”
“Why not?”
“The less bureaucratic schools had teachers that never left,” she replied honestly.
“No wonder Freaky wants you to stay, you’d fit in perfectly.”
“You think so,” she scoffed.
“We need a teacher,” he said.
Her ears perked up. Part of her draw to going back to New Mexico was not having a true place in Montana. Having a purpose, even through her flighty natu
re, was important to her. To think they needed a teacher, that could be a way to contribute because the last thing a compound needed was a resident artist.
“Especially elementary, but we get lots of women through here that don’t have that foundation. We’re able to get some their GEDs before they move on,” Baldy explained. “But now that I have Beno, I understand why people don’t move here. Young families that is. It’s a great town, except we closed the school and kids get shipped to Berrington. The bus takes hours with all the stops along the way. Otherwise, we gotta drive a good thirty, forty minutes for a kindergarten. This town will never survive if we can’t get an elementary school going.”
“Well, you could do a homeschool collective,” Meadow said. “Beno and the twins are close in age. Get a few people from in town. It would be a start until you had enough kids for a real school. At least a lower elementary.”
“That could help with housing sales,” he said. “People want to move out of Berrington, especially those with little kids.”
“If I stay, I’d be happy to help and we’d have the whole summer to plan it out and file papers.” Meadow held up her hands. “What am I doing? I’m getting ahead of myself. I don’t even know what I’m doing next week.”
“No, but you know who you want to do it with,” Baldy said and rocked back on his heels. “Speaking of loves of one’s life. I have a wife I need to bring lunch to and give a break at work. If you want to be a teacher here, we could use it. Little House on the Prairie style to start with. One classroom, all ages, free of normal rules.”
“It appears the population is booming in town.”
“In the MC it seems.” Baldy gave her a smile.
Meadow decided she had to clear her head.
Getting lost in wedding pictures would keep her mind on the wrong thing. She hadn’t been trying to take Freaky’s picture all the time. He was a guest, not a big part of the wedding. But he looked so damn hot and she knew more than a handful were on her disc. Slipping into her car she settled on going to the park to paint for a little while as the afternoon came on. In the back, she had a couple of canvases, some watercolors and a brush set.
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