He’s the spitting image of his father. A born leader whose head has always been screwed on his shoulders straight. He’s doing a fucking sweet ass job, and I’d never challenge his decisions. That’s not the type of member I am. I’ve always followed his rules and lived by his word. “I don’t feel comfortable not being involved in such a large job.”
“You’re involved in a much larger job on a grander scale.”
“Don’t blow smoke up my ass, Cut.” I lean my arms against the table. “You and I both know that Sin doesn’t need shit from me. He’s seen me build plenty of engines, and he knows how to do them himself. If he had a problem, I’d only be a fucking phone call away.”
“And now you’ll only be a fucking call away for me.” His eyes bore into mine. He drops his feet from the table and leans closer to me. “The call’s been made. You need to take this time.”
Closing my eyes, I shake my head to disagree, but stop when I feel his hand on my arm.
“I know you and I are different people, and I know we both do things in our own fucking way, but what you’ve got a chance at right now is fucking gold. You need to take a step back from this club bullshit and open your eyes to what you might have. I’d give my left nut to be able to raise and see my sister’s kids. Your sister, no matter how she went out, was still your fucking sister, and you’ll get to keep a piece of her in the form of those two kids. I’d be a shit friend and a crap president if I didn’t see it and encourage you. The club is here, it will continue to be here, and maybe, once you see those kids and feel them, this club may mean something more to you. It may become a legacy that your nephew will want to be a part of. The future isn’t just about you anymore, Lick. It’s about them.”
He slaps his hand on my arm before standing up, leaving me to my thoughts and my possible future.
It’s fucking colder than a witch’s tit.
I rub my hands over my arms as I make my way back to the house. I’m sure those two bitches have left since it took for fucking ever to get through everything Cut had to say. When I step up on the porch, I can’t help but take a moment and fucking stare. Beyond the sheerness of the curtains, I can see Jenni and my stomach drops at the sight. She’s curled up on the couch next to a roaring fire, wearing what looks like pajamas, and reading a book. Never in my life did I think I wanted this. A woman, one woman that I’d come home to. I never thought I’d let myself be that vulnerable, but then again, Jenni isn’t just some woman. She’s fucking the woman. She’s proven so much shit to me over these past months that I don’t think I’ll ever doubt her as a friend, a partner, a fucking lover.
Shaking my head, I feel like such a pansy ass bitch for even thinking that word, but fuck it. I’m beginning not to give a shit. I’m beginning to understand what Hawk meant that day in the garage…
“She’s nice to look at, huh?” Hawk comes up behind me as I’m adjusting the intake on the engine.
Jenni’s in the shop, dusting all the shit we’ve got displayed. Her hair is in a loose bun on top of her head, and she’s wearing her usual long sleeve T-shirt that’s tight as fuck across her tits. Her leggings do nothing to hide how firm her ass is. I thought I’d be happy once the weather changed and she couldn’t continue to wear her short as fuck shorts, but now I’ve got to deal with tight as hell leggings.
Since it’s never too busy in the shop, when she’s done with her school work, she usually busies herself playing cleaning lady. We’ve probably got one of the cleanest fucking motorcycle shops in town because of that woman.
“Don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” I try to play it off.
“You don’t?” he questions me. “We may be men, but we can pick up on shit. Sin and I were talking about that the other day. You’re different with her than you are with any other bitch, and that’s totally cool.”
Leaning back on the stool, I cross my arms over my chest. I need to hear what the guys think they know. “And why the fuck do you think I treat her differently?”
“Well, for starters, you listen to what she has to say. You fucking stop whatever you’re doing when she enters the room to make sure whatever she may need is handled.”
“This is a fucking bike shop. You think I’m gonna let her tiny body move shit that may fucking hurt her?”
He fucking laughs at me. “That’s exactly my point. You care enough to actually do that. You wouldn’t be caught dead helping out any of The Fallen.”
“You’re fucking right about that shit. But Jenni isn’t one of The Fallen.”
“No.” He laughs. “She’s definitely not one of The Fallen. She’s in a league of her own, man.”
Leaning forward, I growl. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“Nothing, man.” He holds up his hands in defense. “It’s just the facts. She isn’t like any of the other women you’ve been around for the majority of your life. There’s nothing wrong with the fact that you can actually tell the difference. Fuck, The Fallen are who they are, and they serve a purpose. Jenni is who she is, and she serves a purpose too. Maybe her purpose is you.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, kid.”
“Everyone we have in our lives is there for a reason. We keep them there because they serve a purpose in some way or fashion. You gotta figure out why Jenni’s here and what that means in your life.”
Pushing through the front door, she lifts her head and gives me a smile. “Hi.” Her voice is breathy, and her face is flushed, her eyes a little glazed.
I cock my head as I shut the door behind me. “What are you reading?”
“A book.”
Her vagueness makes me chuckle. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I toe off my boots and take enough strides to get to where she’s sitting. I try to catch a glimpse of what’s got her so wound up, but she closes the book before I get a chance. I tilt my head towards the fire.
“You made a fire.”
“I did.” She looks up at me, biting her lip.
I bend over, gliding my hands under her ass and scoop her up, lifting her to my chest. Her legs wrapping around me feels like a safety net. I bring my mouth to hers, closing my eyes, savoring the warmth of her lips and the way they feel as she brushes them against mine. With a deep growl, I claim her lips, her tongue, her fucking taste.
She rocks into me as we make out like fucking teenagers. Her tits are pushed in my face, and I fucking love it. The idea that her pussy is so close to my cock has me barely hanging on. Turning towards the fire, I kneel, laying her before me on the carpet. Her head of curls is fanned out over the rug. When I lean back, I take in what she’s got on.
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
My outburst causes her to giggle, but my question is a serious one. She’s wearing what looks like a one piece, long john type get-up, a thermal, with snaps down the front. I swear to God, I may lose my shit if I turn her over and there’s a fucking butt flap.
“It’s a onesie.”
“A fucking onesie? What the fuck kind of shit is that?”
She rubs her hands over her tits and down her stomach. “What? It’s cute. I may pick one up for Roxy, so we can be twins.”
“It’d suit her since she’s a fucking kid. It could be cute on her.”
Her eyes widen as she pulls herself up to her elbows. I notice her tits fall slightly to the side. The idea that only a thin ass piece of material is coming between me and getting those tits in my mouth has me fucking hard in an instant. The metal in my dick strains against the metal of my zipper, and it’s uncomfortable as fuck.
“It’s not cute on me?”
“You wanna know what’s cute?”
I bring my hands up, ripping the clasps of her top, releasing her beautiful fucking tits. My mouth waters and I watch her nipples peak under the cool air. Licking my lips, I meet her stare. “That, right there, is fucking cute.”
I swipe my tongue over her nipple, circling the hardened nub with my tongue. “I fucking knew it,” I sa
y against her flesh. “Fucking sugar tits all the way.” When I latch onto her nipple, I hear a hiss come from her mouth and her body arches into me. Her moans come deep from within her throat as her legs fall open.
Fucking beautiful.
“Please,” she rasps. The pleas that fall from her lips are like music to my fucking ears. I’ve had bitches beg before. They’ve begged for my tongue and my cock, but her pleas are more. Yearning. Needing. She begs for me. Me and no one else.
With controlled hands, I pull the material from her body, leaving her in only a scrap of material between her legs. The flames of crimson and orange dance along her skin while the light from the fire flickers in her eyes. She watches me as I pull the shirt from my back, then release my jeans from my waist.
The air crackles around us with anticipation. Licking my lips, I place my hands on her hips, tugging her closer to me. With quick movement, I tear at her panties, ripping them at the seams. Her eyes widen at my action, and her mouth makes a perfect O. The urge to feel those luscious lips around my cock comes to the forefront of my mind. It would be so easy to grab her and have my way with her mouth. To push my cock so far down her throat she fucking gags. But this isn’t some club whore or some fucking bar fly. This is Jenni, and those actions will never come from my hands. Not unless she fucking asks for it.
With feather-like touches, I glide my fingers over her skin and watch as goose bumps adorn her flesh. I’ve got so much fucking control in the tips of my fingers. Total fucking control over this girl. Leaning closer, I hear her breath hitch. This is the slowest I’ve ever gone with a woman, but I fucking love the effect all this anticipation is having on her.
“Please,” she whispers as her eyes hold mine.
“Please what, baby?” I sweep kisses along her collarbone, moving up to the nape of her neck. “What do you want?” I rasp in her ear. “Fucking tell me.”
“You.”
Nudging her legs open wider, I take both of her hands, bringing them over her head where I clasp them together. Her gaze is on me and only me. Seeing that, knowing that, makes me want to stop breathing. It’s fucking paralyzing knowing that this woman is looking at me like I hung the fucking moon.
With her hands being held above her head, her tits come together, and the urge to want to fuck ’em comes to mind. How it would feel for my dick to squeeze between her two mounds, ending up in that perfect fucking mouth. How her tongue would feel as it wrapped around the hoop in my crown. So many things I want to do to her. So many fucking ways I want to take her.
And I will.
“This what you want?” I ask as I position myself at her pussy. Fear of getting her pregnant should be my first concern, but fuck that. The only thing I’m concerned about is feeling her pussy, a pussy only I’ve been in, around my bare cock.
She leans her head back, arching into me, pushing her tits out, inviting my mouth to feast on them. With fucking pleasure. Slowly, with painstaking control on my part, I push my dick into her. A low, throaty moan comes from her as I continue to push my way in. The fact that she’s primed and ready for me tells me everything I need to know. My girl is lovin’ my cock.
The feel of her slick warmth has my eyes rolling in the back of my head. Never have I been more thankful to have my cock studded. The feel of her cunt as it glides across the cool metal has my balls tightening, ready to explode. I feel the need to pump, thrust, fucking pound and take what’s mine. But right now, I want something more. I want to see the lust in her eyes. I want to study every aspect of her face as I slowly roll my hips, driving deeper and giving her what she fucking needs.
The feel of Tylan’s dick as he enters me is one of the best feelings I’ve ever had. With his first thrust, I swear my legs go numb. I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to feel something this good, but I’m so glad I did.
“I feel like I can’t get close enough to you,” he tells me as he rocks into me. He hitches my leg up over his arm. “Can’t get deep enough,” he groans as he rocks into me again.
He continues to keep my hands stretched over my head, controlling my body, giving me pleasure I’ve never felt. With another roll of his hips, a slow burning orgasm rolls through my body, relaxing me in its wake. I moan in pleasure causing him to smirk in triumph.
“You’re beautiful,” I confess. I blink back my emotions, but there’s nothing more gorgeous than the look he has on his face right now.
“Oh yeah?” A glint of mischief shines in his eyes. Without warning, he flips us around so I’m on top causing him to go deeper. “Still beautiful?”
I nod as he bucks from underneath. “Stunning,” I confirm.
He sits up, wrapping his arms around my middle, pulling me towards him. His eyes swallow me, and my breathing slows. “Never in my life have I had someone who’s been by my side. Seeing the beauty is something so fucked up.” He rocks into me, slowing his pace. “Never have I had trust in another person. Not until you.”
He presses his lips to my jaw continuing down my throat. With my arms slung carelessly over his shoulders, I allow my head to fall back, giving him all the access he needs. With a smooth rock, back and forth of my hips, I meet his own and ride him. “Only with you,” he tells me against my skin. “Always with you.”
I continue to rock into him, reveling in his words, allowing what he’s not only saying but actually meaning to wash over me. Never in a million years would I have thought my heart would belong to a loud mouth, gritty, no holds barred biker. Someone who speaks his mind first, never apologizing for his rough edges. Never did I think I would fall so hard for someone so different from what I was raised to see as perfect. I’m so hopelessly in love with this hunk of a man.
Now all I have to do is convince him not to be afraid of what I feel for him.
“I need your help,” I tell Savannah as I push through her front door. The slam of the screen against the house makes me jump. My nerves are shot. I’m freaking myself out, and I’m sure I’m over analyzing everything, but I need to rectify the situation.
With Grace strapped to her chest, she follows me to the kitchen. “What’s up?”
I turn to look at her before hiking myself up on the counter. “I need you to teach me how to give a blow job.”
She jerks back as if I just smacked her. “I’m sorry,” she shakes her head, “what?”
“I need you,” I point to her, “to show me,” I point to myself, “how to give a blow job.” I motion my hand to my mouth and poke my tongue to my cheek. “It’s not a hard question.”
She laughs. “Why do I need to show you–” Her eyes grow wide. “Oh my gosh, are you asking to impress Lick?”
“I’m not sure I’m asking to impress him rather than knowing exactly how to do it.”
She takes a step towards me, covering her daughter’s ears. “Are you sleeping with him?” she whispers.
“I know I’m not a parent, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t understand what you’re saying, so there’s no reason to cover her ears.”
She locks her eyes with mine. “Don’t avoid.”
“I’m not avoiding.”
“You’re not answering.”
“Yes, I’m sleeping with him.” I tell her the truth because there’s not much else to say.
She squeals and tries to jump, as much as she can with the baby strapped to her like a howler monkey. “I can’t believe this!” Her voice is laced with excitement. “I can’t believe that you did it. You broke the unbreakable. You fucked the unfuckable. You!”
I sit straight. “What do you mean? Am I bad? Did you hear it was bad? Did he say it was bad?”
She swats her hand in my direction. “No, no, of course not. When?”
I shrug. “Recently.” I’m not sure what Lick wants to be made public.
“So, what does that make you guys?”
“It makes us, us.” I shrug again. “Are you going to help me or not?”
She leans her head back and blows out her breath. “I’m not sure where
to even start, but yeah. Let me go put Grace down for her nap and then I’m all yours.”
“I don’t think these videos are the true representation of how it’s really done,” she tells me. “I mean, we both know that I don’t have much experience, but I am two up on you, so that’s something.” Turning her head, she gives me a wink.
The current clips we’re watching has a woman on her knees taking a man’s dick in her mouth. She’s looking up at the camera with big eyes as she moans. Then she removes her mouth from him and continues to spit on him then stroke him. For one, I’m not sure I’ll even want to make eye contact with Tylan while I’m doing this. And two, there’s no way in hell I’m spitting on him. I’m beginning to feel a little overwhelmed.
“Do you think I should ask one of the girls?”
“No, definitely not.” She shakes her head. “I wouldn’t want any of them to give me advice when it comes to Sin.”
“You do realize that most of them have been with Sin at some point.”
“Yeah, I get that, but I don’t want to be reminded of it.” She turns her head from the computer screen to me. “How could you want to ask Scarlet for advice and then the entire time you’re doing it you’re wondering if you’re as good as her or if she gave you bogus intel?”
Sitting back on the couch I feel defeated. “I don’t think she’s like that. None of them are malicious like Kara was. They’re here to have a good time. It isn’t about any of this being permanent like it was with her.”
“Well, let’s go to the kitchen and grab some bananas.” She wiggles her eyebrows before hopping up from her seat to head to the kitchen. “Here.” When we reach the kitchen, she grabs the fruit from the counter, handing me a banana.
“I’m not sure this is anatomically correct.” I flip the fruit around and examine it. “Do you have a cucumber or zucchini?”
She laughs, shaking her head. “No, I don’t. Okay, so the crown is always sensitive, same with the undershaft. Those are the two hot spots. His scrotum is sensitive too, and that’s always nice to play with or fondle. I’m sure Lick will tell you how he likes it. Suction is key, your tongue and the pressure you apply, but make sure you keep your teeth out of it—unless he wants it, of course.”
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