“Okay…”
“Deep throating is good, taking it until it hits the back of your throat, but make sure not to gag too much. You wouldn’t want to puke on him. That would be bad.” She encourages me by nudging my arm, holding the banana up to my mouth. “Come on. I know you’ve seen the movie, Old School. You know when Andy Dick tries to teach the girls how to give head. It’s like that.”
“I’m not sure this is sanitary.”
“And having Lick’s cock and all that metal in your mouth is?” My eyes cut to hers. “The girls talk, honey. Way before you showed up.”
Closing my eyes, I push the banana further into my mouth. I feel like a complete idiot. This is an utter waste of time because I’m certain the thing that’s currently in my mouth is nothing like the thing that I want in my mouth. Maybe my inexperience is a turn on for him. Maybe he’d want to teach me how he likes it. I can be his student. And he can be my teacher.
“Remember to hum or moan because they like to feel the vibration on thei–”
“What the fuck!”
My eyes snap open at the sound of Sin’s voice. Dropping the fruit onto the counter, I turn to meet his gaze.
But he’s not alone.
Tylan is standing next to him with a dang smirk on his face.
I feel the heat of embarrassment as it creeps up my neck. “Oh. Hey, Sin.” I give him a little wave. “I see you, um, cut your beard.” My eyes find Savannah whose body is shaking with silent laughter.
Chuckling, he rubs his hand over his somewhat clean-shaven face. “Grace was starting to pull it, and that hurt like a bitch.”
We fall into an awkward silence, and the beat of my heart picks up when I see a sly grin form on Tylan’s face. I know he’s not gonna let this go. I know he’s gonna give me hell for what he walked in on, so I decide to beat him to the punch.
“I’m trying to learn how to give a blow job.”
I hear Sin curse under his breath. “I’m gonna go check on my daughter,” Sin says, grabbing a giggling Savannah by the hand and leading her out of the room.
Once they leave the room, Lick tilts his head, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the counter. “Practice, huh?”
I mimic the same stance. “Yep.” I pop the ‘p’ at the end.
“How’s that working out for ya? Getting in a good lesson? Need any pointers?”
“It’s going great. Perfect in fact.”
His lip tugs into a slanted grin. “You thinking about practicing on the real thing or is fruit more your vibe?”
“Spitting is quitting!” I hear Sin yell from the hallway. Lick chuckles, so I take the banana and chuck it at him.
He throws his hands up in defense batting the banana to the floor. “Hey now, Sugar Tits, you gotta be gentle with the merchandise.”
“Gah. You’re so infuriating.” As much as he makes me mad that he’s laughing at my expense, I love the sound of his laugh. “What are you even doing here?”
“You weren’t at the house.”
“And so?”
“So, I heard from Maggie, and I wanted to find you.”
The mention of Maggie means that he knows the decision that social services have made on behalf of the kids.
“And?”
“And, it’s a go. Kids are set to be here tomorrow evening.”
Squealing in delight, I throw myself into his arm and bury my face into his neck. Emotions run rapidly through my body as I begin shaking with emotion. I want this so much for him. I want him to see that the hell that was his past wasn’t for nothing. That beauty comes from tragedy and love can conquer all. All you have to do is give it a little guidance and watch it grow.
“You want your usual?” Heather asks. I tip my chin in response. “What about you, Jenni? Can I make you a drink?”
Her body tenses. “Oh, Lord no. The last time you served me your drinks, my head was split in two the next morning.”
Heather drags a glass through the tub of ice and sets it on the bar, filling it with water. “That means you aren’t drinking them enough. You’ve got to build up your tolerance. Can’t do that if you’re not drinking.” Giving her a wink, she pushes the glass towards Jenni.
Jenni takes the glass from Heather. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Brass thought it was better to bring in some locals to help with sniffing that fucker out, so Cut called in some men from Vegas to help with getting our mark identified. These guys that Cut called in aren’t bikers. They don’t know our lifestyle or what shit these walls have seen, but right now with all the tits and ass showing, I’m sure those gold bands that I see on their left ring fingers are tightening like a fucking noose. Laughing to myself, I take a draw of my beer, swallowing the liquid.
“Hey, sexy.”
My eyes close at the sound of her voice, and the conversation that Jenni’s having with Heather stops. The sharpness of her nails pokes through the fabric of my thermal as she runs them up my arm. “I’ve been thinking about you,” she rasps in my ear. I swear I even felt the tip of her tongue, licking me.
I pull back and take in the chick Hawk and I shared not so long ago. Her hair is pulled up, but strands have fallen down around her neck. Her eyes are rimmed dark with black shit, her red lipstick slightly smeared. I’m sure one of these fuckers has the remnants of her lipstick around their cock.
I ain’t got no time for this, and I don’t want to drag Jenni into any of my shit with any of these bitches. We’re supposed to be here celebrating a victory, not walking through the history of each and every pussy I’ve had the pleasure of sticking my tongue in. Having The Fallen around is one thing. Jenni seems to be all right with my history with those girls. She’s learned to look the other way when it comes to my past indiscretions with them, probably because she formed a friendship before we started fucking. It’s the bitches that come in off the street or the ones that we pick up at local bars that can be a problem because they don’t know club life and they don’t get what the fuck we’re about around here.
Pushing her hands from me, I give her a stern stare. “What the fuck do you want?” My eyes scan the area, looking for Hawk, hoping like shit that he’ll grab her so I don’t have to deal, but that fucker’s been gone more than he’s been here.
She straightens her shoulders, licking her lips while her eyes drag down my body and land on my crotch. I can see the heat in her eyes and recognize exactly what she’s thinking. I know how her mouth feels while she’s wrapped around my cock, and how fucking hard she sucks. Just the thought makes my balls tighten. It’s fucking wrong, but I’m a man, and I can’t help the shit that goes through my mind. It’s nature, plain and simple.
“I thought you’d like a good time. Made a trip especially for you.” She winks.
Next to me, I hear Jenni gasp—or maybe gag. Jenni’s body leans into my arm. “She made a trip especially for you, Lick,” she whispers in my ear. Her voice brings chills to my body. This chick standing before me, tits hanging out, ready for me to do whatever the hell I’d like to her, does nothing compared to the innocent, quick-witted girl next to me.
“Sorry, babe, my dick is otherwise occupied.” I purposely roll my head towards Jenni, giving her a wink. Standing to my full height, I take a small step towards her. “Don’t waste my time by dragging your talons down my body as if your touch does anything to me. You’re just the trash I was wasting my time on until what I needed came knocking on my door. You can take your nasty ass elsewhere.”
Anger flashes in her eyes as she swipes her hand through the air, making a beeline for my face. Catching her hand before it touches my flesh, my eyes narrow in on her. I hear cursing coming from behind the bar. My blood heats with anger towards this bitch who thinks she has a right to raise her hand to me. For what? Because my words speak the truth?
“I don’t fucking think so.” Squeezing her wrist one last time, I let go.
Her lips turn up at the corners. “Oh yeah?” She raises an eyebrow before givi
ng me a swift kick. Right in my fucking balls.
Instantly, nausea hits my throat, and I can’t breathe as my eyes fucking water. I swear to God, I can see my bitch of a mother laughing her ass off. “You fucking cunt,” I grit through my teeth. Taking deep breaths, I grab my junk to make sure I’ve still got feeling. If she broke anything, I’m not going to be responsible for the damage I’ll cause her and whoever’s in the vicinity. This bitch has fucked with the wrong dude.
I hear the stool next to me scrape against the floor, and brown curls flood my blurry vision as they pass in front of me. Jenni pushes Gillian by the shoulders, knocking her to the floor. Following her to the ground, Jenni lands on the torso of the bitch. “How dare you touch my man!” You apologize!” Jenni commands.
“I don’t think so, bitch.”
Gillian struggles to get out of my little hellion’s grasp. She may be tiny, but Jenni has some fight in her. The entire club is now watching the exchange, and it finally dawns on me that this is the first time I’ve ever had someone defend me like this. I’ve always been on my own, never needing my brothers to watch my back. I know that if the need ever arises, they wouldn’t hesitate, but I’ve been lucky and haven’t had to deal with it.
I’m done with this shit, so I bend over and wrap my arms around Jenni’s middle, lifting her away from the bitch on the floor. Her adrenaline is still high because she continues to fight against my hold.
“Easy, Sugar Tits,” I whisper before placing a kiss to her temple. Looking at the now panting Gillian still on the floor, I push my boot into her heel, getting her attention. “It looks like your time here at Fury is over. Don’t ever step foot on this property, or sit on the bike of any member of this MC again. You see us on the street, you walk the other way. You see anyone wearing our cut, you duck your head. You see us out, any fucking one of us, you will not approach us. Next time you see me outside of these walls, you better turn around and run.”
With Jenni still in my arms, I turn and leave the clubhouse, taking my hellcat home.
This day is dragging ass.
Today’s the day Ryder and Roxy will be dropped off by Maggie, and I’m at the shop putting the final touches on the bike our partner has requested to be displayed at their flagship store. Summer is our launch, and they’re expecting several special orders that Sin is going to have to draw up while Hawk does the body work and I configure the interworking of each motor. The only reprieve is the fact that Jenni has her ass propped on the stool in the front of the store behind the register reading a textbook. Savannah asked Jenni to take her spot holdin’ down the fort because little Grace is under the weather.
“You nervous about today?” Sin asks from behind me.
“Not really. It’s not like I’ve got to change shitty diapers or listen to them cry their lungs out and not know what they want. They’re kids, not much different from you and me.”
I hear Sin laugh, but my attention is focused on what is going on in the other room. Some clean-cut dickhead in the shop is leaning against the counter and talking to Jenni. I’m sure as fuck that he’s just a weekend rider. A yuppie thinking he can increase his manhood by the horsepower between his legs.
“They’re nothing like us. They’re kids, and they’re going to need love, affection and a lot of the shit that you didn’t get as a child.”
Sin’s words filter through my brain, but I don’t care to answer. Changing the subject, I turn around to face him. “You heard anything more from your brother about Vegas?”
He throws the towel hanging from his shoulder on the steel counter next to his tools. “You know I’m not interested in that shit,” he says as he organizes the wrenches and sockets on his tool tray. “Whatever Cut does is his business, not my concern. My time being involved in the day to day of the club is over. I’ve got my nice piece right here, and I’m not looking to take on more.”
Lifting his head, he juts out his chin. “You might want to reconsider what importance you hold in the club. I know Cut’s made you the official Sergeant at Arms, a title you deserve, but no one knows their engines like you, and I could use your help. Besides, your home life is changing tonight, and you can’t expect Jenni to take on all the responsibility herself. You’re going to need to have your ass here as much as possible.”
I turn back around to witness that same douchebag leaning over the counter, getting his fuckin’ face in Jenni’s space. Cursing under my breath, I head towards the door listening to Sin laughing to himself.
“How did you land this job?” I hear that fucker ask Jenni as I enter the store. Her eyes cut to mine and I see a flash of relief.
“Can I help you?” I ask the jerk when I approach the register.
“No, she’s got me,” he says without even looking at me. This is the kind of shit that pisses me off.
“No, I’ve got you,” I say as I put my hand on Jenni’s shoulder, tugging her until she hits my body. “What’s it that you’re looking for, other than my girl?” I cock my eyebrow.
He pushes himself from the counter. “I didn’t know, man.”
“Now you do. If you aren’t looking for anything in particular, I suggest you move along. If there’s something that you want, then you’re going to need to come back because we’re now closed.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very. Now get out.” I tug on Jenni, who has become mute at my side. She may not be saying anything now, but I’m sure she’s gonna rip my ass once this fucker leaves the shop.
I eye him until he rotates on his heel and leaves the register area. Turning my head, I look to see if Sin noticed this exchange. He hasn’t since he’s currently crouching down, working on the bike. I take Jenni by the arm and drag her towards the back room.
“Where are we going?” she asks as she tries to pull from my grasp. “What are you doing?”
I continue walking us to the back, ignoring her question. Once we pass through the door and enter the back room, I flick the latch, locking us both in. Turning around, I’m met with an irritated Jenni. Her hip is popped to the side, arms are crossed over her chest as she glares up at me.
Curling my lip, I give her four simple words. “Get on your knees.”
Without a second thought, my knees hit the floor making me wince slightly at the impact. As soon as I’m down, his fingers grab at the nape of my neck, yanking my head back. I find his eyes as they bore into mine. Tylan starts to unbuckle his belt, my throat drying with anticipation. His eyes never leave mine as he continues to work his belt, pulling it through the loops before tugging at the button and zipper of his jeans.
“Were you flirting back there?”
I shake my head from side to side as much as his hand will allow. His jeans drop from his waist, sliding down his legs. I swallow as I see his cock, hard and ready, spring from behind the cotton fabric, but his metal clad skin is now completely bare. There is no loop in the tip of his dick or metal studs that usually line the undershaft. I flick my eyes to him.
“Wh–” my voice cracks. “Where are your piercings?”
He ignores my question with a smirk before reaching down and gripping his shaft in his hands. “Open,” he demands.
I hesitate but slowly open my mouth. When the head of his dick first touches the wet of my tongue, I close my eyes, moaning in satisfaction.
“I’m gonna guide your mouth. You’re gonna take me long, slow and deep. You’re gonna wanna gag, and baby, when you do, it’s gonna feel so fucking good.”
He takes complete control as he guides my head up and down his shaft. My only job is to breathe and create the amount of suction he likes to feel. He groans, his head rolling back, and it does nothing but make my panties wet. I’m in serious need of my own orgasm.
My mouth waters at the thought of me creating this much pleasure for him. I reach around and grab the back of his thighs, trying to hold on so I don’t lose my balance. When I first touch his skin, he tenses, but once I run my tongue up his shaft, he relaxes under my hand. He
tells me words of encouragement, “Right there,” and “That’s it,” giving me confidence. The pleasure that I’m giving Tylan at this moment proves that I’m doing it the way he likes. I take his sack, palming it gently, giving it a slight squeeze.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”
His revelation has me thinking of pulling my mouth away, allowing his cum to fall to the floor, but I erase that thought. That’s not what I want. I continue to take him in my mouth as his sack tightens and he begins to groan. I feel warm liquid hit the back of my throat and I swallow it down. His dick continues to pulse in the warmth of my mouth as he empties his cum. He drops his hands from my hair as I pull away from him. His dick is still half-hard.
When I bring my eyes to him, I see something that I know I’m responsible for. His face calm and relaxed. His eyes clear and tranquil. He’s completely sated and at peace. I’m the one who gave him this serenity, and I want to spend the rest of my life bringing the emotions out from behind his chiseled armor.
“Now,” he gives me a cocky smirk as he pulls me to my feet “go out there and talk to whoever the fuck you wanna talk to. Any of those fuckers get too close, they’ll smell my cum on your breath.”
“You need to calm your shit. You’re making me nervous, and it’s not gonna help both of us being nervous.”
I know Tylan’s right, but I can’t help it. I feel like if I don’t keep fixing stuff, making sure things are clean and as they should be around the house, I’ll start to freak. This is a big step, huge for Tylan and I don’t want to be the one who messes it up for him. I don’t want Maggie to see how scared I am. Making her want to take these two kids and hightail it out of here. “I want everything to be right.”
“They’re fucking kids, not royalty. This house is like a fucking palace compared to what they’re used to, I’m sure.” He takes my hands from fluffing the pillows…again. Turning so that I’m facing him, he brings his hands up, cupping my face, and gives me a slight smile. “We’ve got this.” He pulls me closer to him, placing his lips to my forehead. “The kids are gonna love it.”
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