Forging Blade (Charon MC Book 11)

by Khloe Wren

  She dug her heels into my ass as she groaned, her channel rippling around my cock as I pounded into her. The events of the evening had me riding the edge. The fact my inner beast hadn’t been the one to end her tormentor had me still needing to prove to her that I was man enough to protect her. It was fucked up and stupid, but there it was. My inner caveman needed to fuck her hard to prove I could, to prove she was really here with me and all mine.

  The fact she hadn’t agreed to be mine forever earlier didn’t help.

  I buried my face in against her throat, nipping and sucking at the tender skin there as I gripped her hips and tilted them so that with each thrust I ground against her clit. I needed to feel her come apart for me. Her body tensed as her breaths grew shorter.

  “Blaaadddde!”

  She dragged out my name and I knew she was close. I thrust in deep and circled my hips at the same time as I reached up and twisted one of her nipples. With a gasp, she clenched down and came, drenching my cock with her liquid heat.

  “That’s it, my little dove, fly for me.”

  She trembled as she came down and sliding free from her body, I scooped her up and moved to lay her down on the bed. With her eyes closed, she arched her back, stretching her arms up over her head as she rubbed her thighs together and moaned. My girl was still hungry, which suited me just fine because I was fucking starving. I was also close to coming myself so needed to take a few minutes to let my cock settle down.

  Pressing a knee to the bed, I grabbed her ankles and guided them wide. Loose-limbed from her climax, she didn’t fight me positioning her legs how I wanted them, which was spread wide so I could see her smooth, glistening center that was coated in her sweet honey. That was all fucking mine. Lowering myself down onto the bed, I slipped my palms under her ass to hold her up so I could really make a meal out of her.

  My first lick left her squealing and me groaning. She tasted so fucking good. I went back for more and within moments, she had a hand tangled in my hair, gripping me to her. Like I’d be going anywhere any time soon. I alternated between fucking her with my tongue and sucking on her lips and clit. When she started to push her hips up against my face, I shifted my grip. Flicking her clit with my tongue, I gently bit down as I thrust two fingers inside her core, rubbing over her g-spot as I continued to torment her little pearl with my mouth. Her sobs were music to my ears as her body began to tremble beneath me. Adding a third finger, I roughly shoved them deep as I nipped her clit again and she blew apart for me once more.

  My cock throbbed for its turn and I very nearly came all over the fucking sheets as I took a few extra moments to lap at the cream she’d gifted me. The moment I looked up at her writhing, flushed body, I couldn’t hold back from claiming her any longer. I knew I should wrap up but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d gone bare with her. I needed to feel her around me, skin to skin. Needed to fill her up, empty my seed inside her and know it was there, marking her as mine. If she got pregnant, it was just another connection between us. Something else to tie us together for the rest of our lives.

  Moving up, I kneeled between her thighs and with a firm grip on her sweat-slicked hips, I shifted her forward over my thighs so the head of my cock was lined up with her opening. She was tight after her orgasms and the feel of her body yielding to me as I thrust balls deep on one slide had my eyes rolling back while she cried out my name again.

  Sweetest fucking sound I’d ever heard.

  With slow, deep thrusts, I kept her on edge, watching how her body moved with each of my movements inside her. Her tits caught my attention and my mouth watered at the way they bounced in time with my thrusts. In a single, smooth movement, I leaned forward, punching a fist into the mattress near her shoulder to support my weight as I lowered my mouth to take a nipple between my teeth. I gave it a tug as I sped up my thrusts, pounding into her roughly. Just how I knew she liked it. One of her hands was buried in the sheets while she lifted the other one to wrap around my head. I fucking loved how she held me to her, like she never wanted me to leave. I knew for certain that I’d never want to let her go.

  Wrapping my free hand around her other breast, I tweaked, twisted and tugged on her nipple as I continued to torment the one in my mouth. She writhed beneath me, begged, pleaded and cried out until my own arousal reached a point of no return. Sparks flew down my spine and landed in my balls, drawing them up, ready to shoot. Releasing her tits, I sat up on my knees and with a firm grip on her hips once more, I pounded into my woman, releasing every ounce of my passion for her, my love and possession, all the worry I’d felt while she’d been away from me. All of it, I poured out into every slide of my cock into her body. When my orgasm was moments away and my cock began to kick within her, I shifted my thumb to press against her clit, hoping she was far enough gone that she wouldn’t slip back into her past at my movement.

  Her body stiffened, but thankfully not out of fear. It was arousal that had her stiffening, arching her back then screaming out as she came for me a third time. Her walls rippling around my cock had me coming harder and for longer than I ever had before, filling her up with all the seed I had to give.

  Once the storm passed, I dropped down over her and rolled us to the side so I wouldn’t crush her. Keeping her gathered in close to me, I pressed a kiss to her temple and tried to catch my breath. She snuggled in closer, resting her ear over my heart. I had no clue why she found listening to my heartbeat so enthralling, but I fucking loved it. She murmured something but I couldn’t hear her, so with a finger under her chin, I tilted her face up.

  “What was that, gorgeous?”

  “I said, yes, I’ll be your old lady.”

  I stopped breathing for a moment. Did she just say what I thought she said?

  “Say it again.”

  “I love you, Jared Walker. I’m all yours.”

  I tightened my hold on her for a second or two before I released her and rolled her over onto her back, covering her with my body and began peppering her face with kisses. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck as I nibbled up her jaw.

  “Luckiest man in the world right now. Got the best old lady out there.”

  She winced and I laughed. “What? Don’t like the title you just claimed?”

  “It’s gonna take some getting used to. Not sure I’ll ever like being called old, Blade.”

  I kissed her again, giving her nose a little nip after I pulled away from her mouth. “You’ll get used it to soon enough once you start hanging around the club more.” She was a wet fucking dream lying below me, grinning and flushed with her arousal. “If I could, I’d take you again right now but I still need another couple of minutes to recover from the last round.”

  My cock was twitching but it wasn’t quite up to the task just yet, and I suspected after how rough I’d been with her, she’d be sore too.

  “Yeah, let’s give it a few hours recovery time before we go having sex again.”

  I nuzzled in against her neck, using my beard to tickle her tender skin. “You sore, love? Was I too rough?”

  I didn’t think I’d been, but wanted to make sure.

  “You were perfect, but, yeah, I’m feeling a little sore.” A yawn cut off her words. “And tired. I haven’t really slept in days.”

  I knew I should be a gentleman and go get a cloth to clean her up, but fuck it all, I liked the idea of her falling to sleep while she still wore me inside and out. So, instead of leaving the bed for the bathroom, I leaned down to grab the sheets we’d shoved out of the way earlier and covered her up.

  “Get some sleep, gorgeous. We’ll clean up in the morning.”

  “Uh huh.”

  With that sleepy reply, she nuzzled her way back in against my chest, her palm over my heart and was breathing deeply within moments. I took a little longer to doze off because I was enjoying having my woman safe in my arms too much to want to miss out on a second of it. But eventually, the day caught up with me and I followed
her into sleep, feeling like the luckiest bastard on earth.

  Epilogue

  Veronica

  It was a week after our rescue and Dr. Eric Maestro – I’d finally learned his first name – was still in the hospital. As soon as he’d been stable enough to move, we’d brought him here to Bridgewater where we could make sure he received the care and support he needed. He was physically recovering well from the gunshot wound, which had thankfully missed his heart and lungs, but I was still worried about his mental health. Elita had really screwed him up.

  I was walking out of his room, having stopped to visit him after finishing my shift, when my phone rang. Seeing it was Silk, I answered with a smile.

  “Hey, girl. What’s up?”

  “Got some free time tonight if you wanna come in? We can get started on your piece.”

  I’d spoken with her earlier in the week about doing a cover-up over my uncle’s tattoo. Silk’s enthusiasm had both excited and scared the crap out of me. I still wondered if she was going to try to talk me into some huge thing that would cover half my torso.

  “Just let me check with Blade, but I should be good to come over. What time?”

  “Go get yourself some dinner with your man then head over to the shop. I’ll see you later!”

  I hung up and with a spring in my step, headed out the doors and glanced around the parking lot for Blade. When I didn’t see him, I frowned. Where was he? Every day this week he’d been here to give me a ride after work, either home or to the clubhouse.

  “Hey, Veronica, need a lift?”

  I turned to face Donna, who’d just finished up too. “Looks like it. Have you heard about anything going on with the club?”

  She pulled her phone out to check it and shook her head. “Nope, no news. I guess they just got busy talking or something. Let’s go see what they’re up to.”

  I followed her to her car and slid into the passenger seat.

  “I’m going to see Silk later.”

  “Oh, so you’re going ahead with the cover up, then?”

  I’d spent a lot of time with Donna this week, chatting about everything.

  “I think so. It’s the last reminder of him. I want it gone.”

  “I can understand that.”

  For the rest of the drive I let my mind wander on what Silk had drawn up for me. Before I knew it, we were pulling up in the lot outside the clubhouse. It was late afternoon on a Friday, so things were just starting to get busy as the various brothers and their old ladies got off from work and headed in for a night of fun, drinks and laughter. As we got out, Donna paused, frowning at one of the cars in the lot.

  “What’s up?”

  “I don’t know that car and the plates are out of state.”

  I looked more closely and saw that she was right. They were Arizona plates.

  “Anyone from the club moved up there recently?”

  She shook her head as she strode across the lot for the door. The prospect manning the door tucked his phone away and opened the door for us and I gave him a smile of thanks as we passed inside. Mac came barreling down the hallway in such a way that I figured the prospect must have just called him. My blood turned to ice in my veins.

  “What happened?”

  “It’s okay, Veronica. Nothing bad’s happened.”

  I frowned at him. “Well, where the hell is Blade then?”

  “He’s busy at the moment, but I need you to come see Scout for a second before we go find him. Okay?”

  Donna patted my arm. “Come find me once you’re done, ‘kay?”

  “Sure.”

  I absently gave her a nod before I followed Mac down the hallway to an office. He paused at the doorway.

  “Brace yourself.”

  Every word the man uttered made me more anxious. “Can we just get this over with already?”

  With a chuckle he swung the door in. I gasped at who was revealed. Mr. Conway, the lawyer who’d helped me escape all those years ago sat at the desk, facing Scout.

  “Mr. Conway? Is that really you? What on earth are you doing here?”

  I rushed over to him while he stood, and wrapped my arms around the older man. I could never repay what this gentleman had done for me all those years ago. His hand patted my back.

  “When I heard and saw what happened at your uncle’s place so soon after hearing about your kidnapping, I knew it had to involve you somehow. I’ve always kept tabs on where you were since you first left, so I knew you’d be back here in Bridgewater now it’s all over.”

  I shook my head and brushed away the tears that had leaked out. “You came all this way just to see if I was okay?”

  Was the Arizona plated car his? Had he moved away to get free from my uncle too, at some point?

  “Oh, it’s not so far from Greenswood, but no, as much as I’m extremely pleased to see you in such good health, the reason I came was to return some things to you.” He turned and lifted a briefcase from the floor, laying it flat on the desk before opening it. Curiosity had me shifting to watch over his shoulder as he pulled the first of several velvet bags out.

  “All of these are rightfully yours, my dear.”

  I took the bag, opening it and tipping it into my palm. A sob caught in my throat when my mother’s diamond necklace landed in my hand.

  “How?”

  The one word was all I could get out past the lump in my throat.

  “Your uncle wasn’t the only one with contacts, Veronica. And many citizens of Greenswood hated that man. The first time he took a piece from your mother’s jewelry collection into the local pawn shop, the owner came to me. He’d known I was friends with your parents and he didn’t know what to do with the piece. He didn’t want you to lose it because your uncle was a bastard. Allen had explained to him he was selling it as punishment for your disobedience, and had told him there would no doubt be more as you were stubborn. From there, I struck a deal with him that I would cover the cost of anything he’d brought in and make sure it was all kept safe for when you were found and free of him.”

  I returned the diamond to the bag and he handed me the others, each one revealing another of my mother’s treasures.

  “I already didn’t know how to thank you for all you’ve done for me, and now this?”

  I looked up into his smiling face, trying to blink away the new flood of tears. He reached a hand out to me, and I placed all the bags on Scout’s desk so I could fully embrace the man who’d played such a big part in helping me get my life on track.

  “My dear girl, seeing you happy and living a life filled with love and friendship is all the thanks I need.”

  With a sniffle, I pulled back. “Will you stay a while? Meet my man?”

  He gave me a pat on my shoulder before he turned to close his briefcase. “I wish I could, but I need to get going. I’m getting a little too old to be driving late at night, I’m afraid. But I did get to meet your man earlier. Nice fellow. You’ve done well for yourself.” When he turned back to me, he held out a business card. “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call. Even if it’s just to chat a while.”

  Then he turned and left me there, stunned silent as Scout and Mac shifted to stand in front of me.

  “You doing okay?”

  “Ah, yeah. I think so. That was so unexpected. How much money must he have spent? I want to pay him back.”

  Scout nodded. “Before you came in, we spoke about your uncle’s estate. Not in depth as he couldn’t break client confidentiality. But he made it pretty clear that you are your uncle’s only remaining relative so are entitled to his estate. The house was a total loss with the fire, but he had insurance and other assets. I dare say, you’ll shortly become rather wealthy, Veronica.”

  “Oh.”

  I couldn’t process this turn of events. I was so used to bad shit happening, I wasn’t sure what to do with this sudden influx of good fortune.

  “How about I lock up your mother’s jewels in here for now and we go get a drink
?”

  “Ah, yeah, sure. Um, where’s Blade?”

  Mac chuckled. “Seems it’s the day for surprise visitors. C’mon, I’ll go introduce you to Suzette and Aaron. Blade’s mom and brother.”

  I stumbled at Mac’s words and caught myself on the door frame. “Are you serious? His mom and brother are here?”

  Mac gave me a smirk. “Scout’s honor, I’m telling you the truth.”

  Scout knocked his shoulder against Mac’s as he passed him.

  “Very funny, brother. C’mon, let’s go grab that drink and move out to the backyard. They were heading out there last I heard.”

  Scout locked his office door then followed Mac and me down to the bar.

  “What’s your poison?”

  “Gin and tonic, thanks.”

  He relayed the order to the prospect behind the bar and moments later he turned around with two glasses. My clear drink and an amber one. I raised an eyebrow as he handed me both.

  “Maker’s for your man. Guessing he’ll be looking for it by now.”

  I held Mac’s gaze as I took the glasses from him. “You’ve known Blade a long time, right?”

  He nodded. “About twenty years, give or take. Why?”

  “Have you met his family before? Know what they’re like?”

  “Well, until today, I didn’t even know the man had a brother, so sorry I can’t help you with the history. But they both seemed nice enough when they rolled up earlier today.”

  He led me through the bar and down the hallway. As we came to the kitchen, Eagle came out with his son Raven in his arms.

  “Oh sh— I mean darn. Hey, Eagle, could you call Silk for me? Maybe explain what’s going on here and that I won’t make it in tonight?”

  He gave me a wink at my nearly cussing in front of Raven. “Sure thing, sugar. I’m sure she’ll be here once she hears the news.”

  After a quick thanks, I was back following Mac to the yard. He opened the door and I headed out into the late afternoon sun. Blade jumped up from where he was sitting at the picnic table I’d seen that club whore get fucked on at the last party. I hope they scrub those things down regularly. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed a kiss to my temple as he took his drink from my hand.