Fuckin aye.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Thomas
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep
because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
- Dr. Seuss
The memory of going down on Lex, tasting her sweet yet musky juices as she came all over my face assault me. Remembering the way she screamed my name when I final slipped inside her. The way she tightened her pussy around me, her quivering thighs, the way she pulled my hair and demanded I fuck her harder, followed by the powerful climax I pulled from her as I reached my own peak has my mind in overdrive. Flashes of her bent over the side of the bed as I pounded inside her, my hand coming down on her gorgeous ass when she tried to take over the pace makes my heart speed up. And even though I’m asleep I know my cock’s going to be hard enough to mine diamonds when I wake up.
Images of Lex in between my knees, her hair a golden curtain around us caging us in, protecting us from the world as she sucks my cock into her hot, wet mouth causes my eyes to flick open, and a groan to leave the back of my throat. Because that last bit wasn’t part of my fucking phenomenal dream, it is actually happening.
I can’t help looking down at the beautiful woman working my cock. Her naked body curled between my legs. The sight of her small hand working the base of my cock has me growing harder if that’s possible. With every downward pass she makes with her mouth, her tongue laves the crown of my cock, flicking, worshiping, exerting the perfect amount of pressure to have my balls tightening against my body, and my orgasm threatening to come before I want it to. This is just too good, I don’t want it to end, but I’m not in control, Lex is.
Reaching down, I gather her hair to the side so I can watch exactly what she’s doing to me. I want, no, I need to see everything. Lex’s head moves seamlessly with the stroke and twist of her hand. It’s like she’s reached expert level, and this is only the second time she’s sucked me off. I can only imagine, and then grin stupidly at how much more amazing she’ll be when we’ve been together a while.
Lex smiles up at me when she realizes I’m awake. Pulling my cock out of her mouth slowly with a pop, she cups my balls with her free hand rolling them gently between her fingers. Did I mention I fucking love Lex’s hands? Because I do. They’re smooth, soft, and tipped with perfectly tipped pink nails. Long enough to scratch the sensitive skin of my scrotum making me surge further into her tight fist, but not too long that they could do any real damage.
“Good morning, handsome. Did you sleep well?”
Up, down. Up, down. I’m mesmerized by the motion of her hand, what did she ask? Oh right, did I sleep well?
“Yeah Princess, I slept well. Oh fuck. Yeah, like that babe.” My words die on a long growl as Lex flicks her tongue rapidly over the slit of my cockhead collecting the pre-cum gathered there.
I never thought using my own cum as lube would be hot, but watching Lex paint her lips with it, then dropping her mouth back over me, and swallowing me whole like a champ is one of the hottest things I’ve ever fucking seen.
Deep throating isn’t something I’ve experienced before. Whether it’s because the women I’ve been with haven’t been able to, or because they don’t like sucking cock I don’t know, but now I’ve had it, it’s just another thing I’m not missing out on again by being with Lex. Moreover I don’t have a small dick either, so women don’t tend to offer blow jobs, I more often than not have to tell them to get on their knees and suck me off.
I might not be hung like Reaper, but not far from it. And before you ask, no, I haven’t checked his dick out, but Ade is vocal. And by vocal I don’t only mean she is the definition of a screaming orgasm, which can be heard in stereo echoing around the clubhouse at least three nights a week, I’m not that lucky. I mean every damn person man, and woman has been privy to the dimensions of one of my good friends’ dick, on more than one occasion.
Grunting now, I fist her hair a little tighter.
“Princess, if you don’t want me to cum down the back of your throat pull back now.”
Instead of taking heed of my warning she redoubles her efforts until I can literally see the expansion of her throat as she swallows me whole again. I can’t make sense of anything, and I sure as shit can’t form a cohesive sentence. Grunting, groaning with the occasional ‘fuck’, ‘yeah’, and ‘deeper’ thrown in there is about all I can manage before I do just as I promised. Hot, thick jet of cum pulse from the head of my cock, and my woman drinks down every drop like its liquid gold.
I throw my free arm over my eyes when I’ve finished blowing my brains out the head of my cock, and work hard to try and regain control over my breathing. No simple feat I’ll have you know.
“Jesus Christ, Princess. I’ll repay the favor in a sec, just let me get my breath back, yeah?”
Giggling Lex settles herself into the crook of my arm still gloriously naked. Absorbing the warmth of her body by pulling her closer, I also absorb the little sigh she releases as it fans over my bare chest.
“No need, that was just for you.”
I’m not used to not repaying the women I’m with, they all but demand it.
“No sweetheart, gimme a minute and I’ll be good.”
“You’re good now. Seriously I don’t want any payback. I’m perfect just laying here with you holding me,” she says patting my hip to emphasize it.
“Yeah, you are aren’t you?” It’s a rhetorical question, but she answers with a series of kisses across my pec, finishing with a quick flick of her tongue on my nipple. Who knew that shit would turn me on? I didn’t but good to know for future reference.
Lex blows out a breath wiggling to get comfortable and asking,
“So what do we do now? I mean it’s going to take what, two point one seconds for people to clue on to us, or do you want me to keep my distance until we figure it out? It’s alright if you…”
I cut her off more harshly than I wanted it to come out.
“Fuck no we’re not hiding this. When I said I don’t give a shit what people think, or say last night I meant it. They can keep their opinions to themselves or they can taste my fist, either way we aren’t hiding like we’re doing something wrong. You’re carrying my baby, you’re my woman, and they can just fucking deal with it.”
“Does that make you my old man then,” Lex enquires through another cute as hell giggle.
Smacking her on the ass I reply,
“Sure as hell does, Princess, but for now less of the old. How about we leave it at I’m your man?”
“Mmhmm,” she mutters while still trying to contain a straight out laugh. Glad I could provide her mornings entertainment, because she sure as hell provided mine. “That doesn’t answer my question about what we do now though.” Sitting up the sheet covering us falls away from her body revealing the gorgeous swells of her tits topped with tight beaded nipples.
I swear they’re begging me to lick, suck, and tease them with my teeth. But before I get a chance to do just that, Lex pushes my head, which until now was getting closer to its goal, away saying,
“You know I’ve got to go in to Chasers today, the showcase starts at twelve, and I’ve still got a ton of setting up to do.”
Cocking a brow at her I ask,
“And? Doesn’t make a difference where you’ve gotta go, I’ll be there, and if I wasn’t due to be there I’d be coming with you anyway.” Raking my fingers through my hair I go on, more demanding now. “I don’t want you lifting shit, Lex. You might think you’re Superwoman, but you’re carrying our baby in there and regardless other people don’t know yet, I don’t want you doing anything that’ll put that in jeopardy.”
Standing now she yells,
“Oh my God, are you serious right now? I wouldn’t do anything that wasn’t safe, Glock. Jesus, I’m not a complete imbecile.”
Standing, she stalks off in the direction of her bathroom. With a slam of the door the snick of the lock tell me we’re finished discussing this for the minute.
Good talk. What my sweet, fiery little vixen doesn’t know is I’m fully capable of picking a lock, and I’ll have that bad boy open in five seconds flat if she doesn’t open up.
I knock softly leaning against the door frame,
“Come on, Lex. Open the door babe, I’ll behave.” I have no intention of behaving when she opens the door, but she doesn’t need to know that. In fact, I have every intention of misbehaving to the best of my ability.
Disengaging the lock, Lex fills the doorway still in her birthday sight. Damn that’s pretty. I could get used to seeing this every morning.
“Fine. If you come in here you’re washing my back.” Like that’d be a hardship. Following her into the already steamy bathroom I go about showing my woman how much better it is to save water and shower with a friend.
An hour later, hot water long since disappeared, Lex looks a lot calmer than when we first got in here. I suppose having your pussy eaten until you cum twice, and being fucked hard and fast will do that to a woman though. Not to mention the brat got what she wanted and I washed her back too. Demanding little thing she is.
We decided to drive to Chasers separately, and as much as I love Lex, which I do a hell of a lot, I can’t say I’m not glad for the short ride to clear my head. Before I left I still hadn’t answered her question regarding what we’re going to do from here on out. I didn’t do it to piss her off, although I’m sure I did that too, I didn’t answer because I don’t fucking know. I’m going to wing it, gauge the reactions of people that see us together and take it from there.
If this was happening two and a half months ago I’d have done the honorable thing and talked to her dad first, but with things being how they are, and the simple knowledge that Cage’s response will be far from positive, I think my new approach to it is the only way to go.
Honestly, if I thought it’d help going to Priest and Pipe first, I would. But at the end of the day they aren’t Lex’s dad, and there’s not a lot they could do even if they wanted to. They definitely couldn’t calm Cage’s ass down if their own lives depended on it, so I don’t see the point in involving them unnecessarily. Cage isn’t known for his rationality, so I can only hope Kendall’s there, or he’s surrounded by his kids or strangers most of the day, with any luck that’ll take the edge of his temper. But who knows, the big bastard might flip his shit regardless of who’s around to witness it. As long as it’s not the cops I don’t think he’d care if a room full of potential clients watched as he kicked my ass. Que Sera, whatever will be, will be.
The first thing I notice when I pull up in the employee lot at Chasers is Lex yelling at Pike. My woman is flushed bright red, and she’s seconds off kicking him in the balls by the looks of it. Good, the kid has it coming if you ask me, and Lex is fully capable of taking care of herself. That’s the one good thing about her having been part of the club since birth, she knows how to handle herself, and no matter how worked up she gets not one single man would lay a hand on her in anger. Of that I’m damn sure, which is why I walk off in the opposite direction completely comfortable that she’ll be fine. As for the man in being yelled at, Pike better hope he’s wearing a cup or he’ll be feeling it for the rest of the day.
When it comes to prospecting for Devil’s Spawn, actually any club, you’ve got to have a fully patched member sponsor you. Pretty much that means, a brother sees something in you that’d be a good fit for the club, or that you can help add value in some way. Some prospects bring military experience, fighting, shooting, or covert skills to the table. Others are more in Cage’s category; although they’ve got all of the above, sans military expertize, they are technology geniuses with tracking abilities, and the skills to be able to see into places human eyes can’t with the level hacking they can achieve.
One of those men, sponsored in by Cage himself, is Liam. At twenty-three he’s the youngest of the seven Patricks’ brothers, all of whom are part owners and operators of the U.S’ biggest, most successful private security agencies, EyeSee. Ranging from thirty-four to Liam’s twenty-three, the brothers Brookes, Brandt, Finn, Landen, Macon, and Adrian have built their empire from the ground up using nothing, but determination, their combined eighteen-years’ worth of military experience, and a hefty cash injection as start-up capital from their grandparents that recently passed away.
More than once Devil’s Spawn has asked Liam to call in a favor from his brothers, asking them to utilize their skills or databases to locate someone or something for us. Liam has skills in his own right, but his center around hardware and components, not hacking and programming. So while he’s got skills valuable to us, after he built and set up EyeSee’s network and equipment from scratch he no longer had much to do.
Rather than sit around with his thumb up his ass, and reap the rewards he by blood was entitled to but didn’t feel he’d earned, Liam took off on a road trip for some time out. I don’t know exactly how he and Cage ended up meeting, but fortunately for us they did, and now Devil’s Spawn MC has their own IT team. Okay, so two guys mightn’t make up a team, but they do enough work for four people so the name works for now.
Thirteen months into his term as prospect, Liam’s showed more promise than some of the guys that’ve earned their patch years ago. The kids’ smart, driven, and willing to take instructions. The Patricks’ brothers loss is our gain, and Priest and Pipe are already talking about calling an early vote for his full membership, which if decided on I’ll be voting ‘aye’ in a heartbeat. I like the kid, and I’d trust him to have my back if the shit hit the fan, so in the end he’s a go in my book.
On the other hand, Pike is my sponsored prospect. The asshole gives me more shit than anyone else, doesn’t follow orders well, barely gets what I’ve told him to do done, and most days I’d prefer to kick his ass than look at him, but there was something about him that had me putting his sponsorship to a vote.
The kid reminded me of myself; no respect for authority, a kid with a trouble past, and cocky to boot. I only fucking hope he can rein that shit in, because if he doesn’t he’s in for a world of pain. Priest, Pipe, and especially Reaper won’t tolerate his bullshit for long, and it’ll be Tank dolling out punishment if he can’t keep himself in check. Not that Tank would mind, he’s itching to hand out a beating at the moment. A heavily pregnant wife, and young kids at home will do that to a man. Secretly he loves it, so don’t let him convince you any differently.
Pausing at the entry of the showroom, I can only look around, mouth hanging open like a fish. The place looks spectacular, Lex has out done herself this time.
Every window, the front of the shop is made up of them entirely, floor to ceiling, sparkles. All the chrome accents are polished within an inch of their lives. The black tiled floor is clean enough to eat off, and all the workstations, where the guys sign bills of sale, pink slips, and contracts are spotless, and their cheap plastic chairs have been replaced with leather upholstered ones.
The chest height reception desk made out of solid oak has been re-varnished and polished, and a glass top’s been secured on top to make it more user friendly. Scattered amongst the gleaming behemoth machines, that take up most of the free floor space not occupied otherwise, are matte black truck rims being used as weights to hold down big bunches of silver and red helium balloons. Good idea using them, and with the color. They won’t detract from the bikes, or their finishes.
I can’t help at the pride that fills my chest knowing my woman did all this. And if she didn’t do it all herself, which I’m pretty sure she did, it was obviously her ideas that made this happen, so I hope the three guy who own the joint appreciate her efforts.
The door opens behind me, by now I’m almost at the reception desk a good twenty feet away, and the air fills with two angry but very distinct voices.
“And I told you, I don’t fucking care who the fuck you are, I’m not listening to anything else you have to say. I’m done with this shit and your orders, so you can go shove them up your ass you bitch.”
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br /> Oh hell no he didn’t. I can feel the heat in my blood rising at every disrespectful word the asshole says. No one, and I mean no one speaks to Lex like that, let alone a piece of shit, piss-ant prospect. Just like me the rest of the room has gone silent. There’d be a good thirty, if not more people in here and not one of them is uttering a sound. You could hear a pin drop it’s that quiet.
Oblivious to the crowd of onlookers they’ve gathered Lex says,
“Is that right? How about I offer an alternative suggestion to your charming, yet highly impractical one?” If the kid is smart he won’t answer. Lex is gearing up to take him down, and I for one wouldn’t want to be in her firing line if I could help it. Lex has a habit of using proper English and bigger words than she already normally does when she get fired up. It’s one of her only tells that she’s ready to blow, and everyone, bar Pike, in the room knows it.
But wouldn’t you know it, the stupid bastard doesn’t know when to quit while he’s ahead.
“Fuck you.”
“Albeit a lovely offer, I’ll have to decline. However, I’m sure if you’re in need of a release there’s a hole in a wall somewhere that will serve as hours of entertainment for you,” she says with a perfect poker face.
Beside me I hear the soft, yet recognizable giggle of Kendall, Lex’s mom.
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