I grunted, pushing my forehead into hers again, loving that she was confident, loving that she knew what she wanted from me.
She took her pleasure, her breath hitching as she nudged her clit, massaging it every time she passed by, and when I felt her hips rock from side to side and not just from back to front, I rumbled, “You ready for me to fill you up, baby doll?”
She gulped. “God, Steel, so fucking ready.”
“Do it then,” I ordered, letting her own this moment.
I maneuvered us a little, helping her, and when she pressed the tip to her gate, I wanted to roar out my relief as the head of my dick finally started to slide home.
Skin to skin.
Fuck, it was phenomenal.
Epic.
Heaven.
Bliss.
Paradise.
Every fucking magical word in existence as, slowly, my dick tunneled its way inside the place it had been craving for a lifetime.
I was panting, out of breath by the time I was all the way in, but she stunned me by clamping down on me, her pussy pulsing and her breathing hitching—the panicked throb to her heart told me she was close to coming, and while I felt the same way, that she was ready to explode stunned the shit out of me.
“Christ, Stone, you’re gonna fucking kill me,” I muttered, taken aback that she didn’t need a fuck ton of foreplay.
“Been waiting on this a long time,” she moaned, and I felt her hand between us, working on her clit, getting herself off.
Was there anything more fucking powerful than a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it?
I peered down in the meager light, watching her touch her clit, seeing the evidence of my cock deep inside her pussy, and I let out a rumble. My growl made her moan, and slowly, I began to pull back.
It was a little awkward, I wouldn’t lie.
Fuck, I’d give my left nut to roll her over onto her front, and plow into her from behind, but the moment was a thousand times more intimate for all that I couldn’t move away from her, for all that my eyes were on her at all times. Knowing I wasn’t causing her any pain was orgasm worthy in and of itself, but seeing her joy, her fucking pleasure, owning it, and being so close to her while I gave it to her, as she took it, I knew there’d never be anything as special to me as this ever again.
Our first time together should be memorable, and it was.
It would be seared into my memory, along with the weight of her tits on my chest, the way her nipples dragged against my pecs. How her skin cleaved to mine, the silk of the cami brushing up against me, making the hairs at the back of my neck stand on edge. How her lips were plump and pouty, gliding against my neck, my throat, sucking down here and there as her slick juices flooded from her, slipping onto my dick as I carefully made love to her.
I felt her hand working frantically, and the gentle noises of her fingers as they moved in her juices were a music of their own. I loved how her breath hitched, how, when I grabbed her hair, tugging on her ponytail, she let me tip her head back and plunder her mouth.
I fucked her there like I couldn’t fuck her body, but that was enough. Jesus, it was more than enough.
It was everything I’d never known I needed, and it took Stone to another level in my mind.
She wasn’t a hole to fuck.
She was my woman. My Old Lady. Branded as mine.
The thoughts were like electric shocks to the back of my eyes, and I sped up some, trying to stay careful, but needing everything she had to give. When her cunt clenched down around my dick, when she shrieked out her joy, I moved faster, my tongue thrusting against her harder, hotter, needing her to fuck me back.
Her moans and squeaks came around my invading tongue, and when her fingers, ever frantic, tried to get her to another level again, I let her, making sure I held back long enough for her to get off twice before I exploded inside her.
When she pulled back, her face burrowing into my throat, biting down hard enough to hurt, I roared my own pleasure as my cum slalomed into her.
She groaned, long and low as her orgasm overwhelmed her, and that was nothing compared to how I felt as her pussy swallowed every fucking drop I had to give.
We lay there, panting, wrecked, destroyed, and reborn in each other’s arms, and even though I’d spent the night in her bed for weeks, never once had it felt righter than it did now.
At this moment, the world we lived in was up in the air. Families were at war, we had a captive a few miles down the road who was going insane, an even more insane hacker who was going homicidal on wife beaters in the club, and that was nothing compared to what was happening to women the Famiglia captured and sold.
But none of that mattered at that moment. Sure, it would later, but now?
She was my entire universe, and I was hers.
And my life, everything in it, had never been sweeter for her simply being there.
For the breath she took that was mingled with mine, for the heart that beat hard enough for me to feel it against my chest.
She was mine, but more importantly, I was hers.
And tonight was a night neither of us would forget. Which, in the coming days, was exactly what both of us needed.
Twenty-Six
Stone
“Always did know how to show you a good time.”
His whispered joke had my nose crinkling, and I slapped him on the gut. “Hush,” I chided, biting my lip as the reverend moved from one rectangular hole in the ground to another.
This was not a good day, but it wasn’t a bad one either. We were in the Sinners’ cemetery, a private graveyard on the east of the property. It was only now I realized how, with my mom buried in the cemetery in West Orange, that she’d been disrespected.
And I couldn’t find it in myself to be unhappy about that. Not after what she’d done to Steel.
But today wasn’t about her. It was about two other people who’d died ahead of their time. I’d never liked Dog. I’d always thought he was a prick. Especially when I’d accidentally learned how he got his road name—because he was a dawg.
Bleugh.
Still, though I’d always disliked him, I didn’t like that he was dead either. Such a fucking waste.
I knew Giulia had problems with him, and there was definitely something shady going on as one of his sons and his Old Lady weren’t attending the funeral—
In Steel’s ear, I asked, “Think something was going on between North and Katy?”
He caught my eye. “Wouldn’t put it past either of them.”
I hummed at that, my suspicions confirmed, and thought about whether or not I found that icky.
I reckoned the MC life had corrupted me because I actually didn’t.
Stepmom and stepson…definitely a porn movie in the making, but I didn’t find it all that taboo.
What actually saddened me today was the other burial.
Sarah.
I’d tended to Amara, Tatána, and Ghost, all while their friend had been left to rot in the prison they’d been kept in, and as much as I knew that it hurt them to be here, to watch her be buried now that the authorities had relinquished her body, I figured it would give them some closure.
Closure—what we all needed.
Sometimes, people were luckier than others though. I’d pay to have closure after my mom’s death, but I wouldn’t like what I got either. So what was the point?
Regrets in these instances were so fucking pointless that I wasn’t even sure why I was thinking that shit.
Mostly, a little like with Annie Young, I just wished I’d hurt them more before they died.
I included my mom in that too.
Did that make me horrible?
That I’d have done something to make her suffer for the decades of misery she put me and Steel through?
There were a thousand ways to tell someone who their father was, and Lana Jane Walker was not the best person to be imparting such news.
Not on a good day, and cer
tainly not on a day where she was dying of cancer.
Her bitterness skewed everything, and the truth was, I hoped she rotted in hell for what she’d put Steel through.
The mental anguish—it was a wonder he hadn’t tried to kill himself.
The thought froze me up inside, and I rasped, “Steel?”
“Yeah, baby doll?”
“Did you try something stupid after Mom—”
He tensed, and that tension in the face of how relaxed we were together said it all.
I gripped his arm, tightened my fingers around it until I knew I had to be hurting him, and I whispered, “If you ever keep any shit like that from me in the future, I will—”
“What?” he replied, but his tone was light, his eyes amused at my anger at his past self. “What will you do?”
“Spank you.”
That was as much of a threat as I could come up with right now, and whether or not it actually constituted as a threat, period, was another matter entirely.
I prodded him in the chest, making sure I didn’t aim for the still tender spots on his shoulder, then muttered, “Promise me.”
“Ain’t going nowhere now, baby doll. You’re stuck with me.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“Good. Nowhere else I wanna be stuck,” I admitted, hearing him sigh and smiling because he was a softie sometimes.
The irony, right?
Steel the softy?
I’d never tease him about that, because I loved it too fucking much when he revealed that gooey side to his nature, and I’d hoard it zealously as my own. But I loved that he melted when I told him how I felt. I loved that it mattered to him.
It was what gave me hope, what made me believe we had a strong chance of surviving together for a long time to come.
And I said surviving because he was still steel-headed, and I was still as stubborn as a rock…we’d butt heads, but I was pretty sure we’d fuck to make things right.
Bliss.
When we finally made it to the other side of the private cemetery which was on Sinner land, a place where Ghost had requested Sarah be buried, and I quote, “Because here, she can lie near the wildflowers, and she can see the city, have the sky overhead, and the sun on her, and the rain and the wind. She needs that after where she died.”
Even Giulia, who was hard as fucking nails sometimes, had started weeping at that request.
Steel, as Secretary, had come to us to ask about the funeral proceedings, which I’d figured was unusual at the time, until I’d learned about the release of Sarah’s body too.
Bitches weren’t involved in the ceremony of a brother’s funeral, so this time, it was different.
Ghost had helped him pick Sarah’s coffin and some flowers, and I’d watched on, touched that he could be so gentle with her.
Sure, he could be gentle with me, but I wasn’t as fragile. Even sick, even almost dying, I was made of stronger stuff than Ghost.
I wasn’t saying she wasn’t strong in her own way, because she fucking was. To be honest, I’d have been dead a lot earlier than Sarah because I’d have been killed. I’d have bitten off a dick or tried to escape and gotten shot in the interim.
There were different kinds of strengths, and Ghost, Tatána, and Amara had it in spades—the strength to survive.
Inspiring shit.
So, here we were at a plot in the corner of the graveyard that was on higher ground, that looked over the city slightly, that watched over the compound, and which would be battered by all the elements, thanks to its open terrain when the seasons changed.
It had touched me then to hear Ghost’s logic behind it, and it touched me now when she gave a short speech in Ukrainian, something that had Tatána and Amara nodding. She preceded to start a song, that I swear to God, would haunt me until the day I died. It had shivers whispering down my spine and back up again, because the notes were haunting. Absolutely haunting.
When she finished her solo, I’d admit that my eyes weren’t even just wet anymore—they were drenched.
I bit my lip as I reached into the casket to scatter dirt onto the coffin, and when we were on the brink of walking away, Steel’s phone buzzed. As did Sin’s.
I eyed them both, then muttered, “That bodes well, doesn’t it?”
Steel grunted as he read the screen, then spat, “Shit.” To me, he muttered, “Can you make sure the wake goes down okay? I’ll be in touch if I can’t make it.”
I nodded, a little surprised when he started walking off without a backward glance. Then he froze, like he’d been stuck with a cattle prod, and quickly shifted around. When he was back at my side in less than five seconds, I grinned at him as he cupped my cheeks and kissed me.
In front of the entire congregation.
Everyone knew who I was to him.
The snatch included.
They’d seen the long reach of the cursive ‘S’ that drifted down my throat, so they were well aware I was branded, but this confirmed it.
And I’d never felt more like crowing with delight in my life.
When he pecked me on the lips after that too fast tongue fuck and muttered, “Be good,” I pouted at him, which made him laugh, the somber expression lightening some before he shook his head.
When he bopped me on the nose, just the tip, my brows lifted, but I’d admit to appreciating the little touch.
This time, when he stalked off, I sighed, watching that fine butt of his as he walked across the way, back to the compound where whatever the fuck was going down was apparently happening.
A few minutes later, I heard an unusual sound, and when the council saw what was happening, it snagged their attention almost immediately.
The ATVs were out.
Sin and Steel on one each.
That meant they were going to the Fridge.
I knew about who was in there, knew about why, and I had to figure that either Lancaster had broken or he was ill.
I strode over to Rex, feeling only a slight twinge in my body as I did so, and when he saw me, he wasn’t scowling, just appeared a little surprised.
“You need me?” I asked him.
Rex shrugged. “Don’t think so, babe.”
I jerked my thumb at the direction in which my man had gone. “He’d only take off like that, him and the Enforcer, if something had gone wrong.”
He sighed. “Fuck. Can’t we even have a fucking funeral in peace?”
“You don’t exactly live a peaceful life, Rex,” I told him dryly. “Peace comes to those who earn it.”
He rolled his eyes. “If I wanted to be preached at, I’d talk to the reverend.”
I grinned. “Who you’d promptly try to convert—”
He scowled at me. “I only did that once.”
“Did what once?” Giulia inquired, her eyes pink after the service and that haunting song of Ghost’s.
Rex heaved a sigh. “Nothing.”
“Not nothing,” I joked. “You know how Jehovah’s Witnesses come knocking door to door?”
She pulled a face. “I do.”
“Well, this kid comes around, a little older than Rex at the time, maybe twenty-four? Anyway, Rex invites him in and only proceeds to convert him.”
“Convert him to what?” she asked with a laugh.
“Non-Jehovah’s Witness-ism?” Rex replied warily. “It was a shitty thing to do. I actually regret it.”
It was proof of just how fucking clever he was, and I knew he didn’t like to be reminded of that time.
There was a big chunk of Rex’s life that had been spent with him at war with himself.
A war, I knew, Rachel Laker didn’t help him with.
Giulia arched a brow at me as Rex twisted around when Nyx caught his attention. “You okay?” she questioned, surprising me because I thought she’d bring up Rex and how I knew that story.
They were used to my little tidbits though, accustomed to me doling out stories about the brothers at random moments.
Hey, it was the perk of b
eing the little sister to most of the council. I got to embarrass the shit out of them.
“That song, fuck, right?”
Giulia nodded. “Never been much of a crier, but damn.”
Before we could get into it, a hand grabbed me, and I peered over to look at Rex.
“You sure you’re ready?”
I cast Nyx a glance, saw he made the Grim Reaper look cheery, and shrugged. “Sure.”
The next twenty minutes were a blur, and I’d admit that I never expected to start my journey back into medicine after my unintentional sabbatical in a torture chamber, but that was how the cookie crumbled sometimes, no?
Being in the SUV as we drove across the rough terrain wasn’t pleasant, mostly because it made me nauseated. It was so fucking bumpy on this stretch of land that I was grateful I’d only had a piece of toast this morning to down my meds.
I peered at Rex, who was behind the wheel, and muttered, “I hope you ride your bike better than you’re driving this.”
He sniffed at me but didn’t bother to comment.
That was enough to make me realize that all was not well.
I mean, I figured that, but he actually looked concerned.
When we made it to the Fridge—a shitty little building that I knew had a weird roof so that, from a satellite view, it just looked like a big bush, especially with the way it was shielded by a lot of trees the way it was—the tension in the SUV became even more palpable. I’d been in triple heart bypasses that were less tense, and that was really saying something.
I’d never been here before, even though I knew what happened within those four walls, and while my physician’s heart wasn’t happy about it, I knew how this world worked.
I’d been touched by it myself, hadn’t I?
Had dealt with the clusterfuck of crime in my own small way.
Some people deserved to die.
I’d work myself to the bone helping those who needed my healing hands, and I’d do what I could, work every last hour as I strived to help people live out every moment of their life to capacity, but I was a little like the angel of death.
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