Claiming His Forever (Battle Born MC Book 8)

by Scarlett Black

  The warmth of his body seeps into mine. Every mile is a story and I wish I knew the Spider that lived here before me better. The man that rode thousands of miles to get me to right here and right now. Possessively, I hold on even tighter. He looks over his shoulder at me briefly to see if I’m okay. Leaning forward, I plant a kiss on his stone jaw. His facial hair is rough under my lips and I drag them up toward his ear and give him one more reassuring kiss that I’m all his, forever.

  He’s welded to me. There is no beginning or end—just us.

  I love the neighborhoods and the smaller city. It feels like a new adventure here, one with no bad memories. A chance to create a new world. The artist in me can paint a new picture of what it could look like. We weave through traffic and wind up and down the hills until we arrive at a rest stop and small diner just out of town. Up here, the trees are thick and it’s shocking the desert rests just in the opposite direction.

  Overlooking the valley, his hand stops me from walking inside. “I wanted to ask you something and I wanted to ask you here. It’s why we came up here.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a small brown bag and leads me to a picnic table.

  “Jazzy, I want more than anything for you to wear my brand.” He hands me the bag. “Would you wear this and be my Ol’ Lady?

  Diving into the bag, I pull out my Abuela’s old cut that she used to dawn in her younger years with my grandfather. Tears prick at my eyes as they roam over the original patches of the MC.

  “I went to talk with her the other day, and she gave that to me for you. Your tios threatened me if I didn’t love you and take care of you.” His hand pushes back a few stray strands away. “And I can’t wait to see what brand you picked, because knowing you, you know exactly what it should be.”

  “How did you know?” I gasp.

  “It’s easy to put the connections together. You only ever come here for tats. Since no one was getting one and Blade was cryptic as fuck, I figured it was you. I’m happy you did this, more than happy.”

  I get up with fake indignation and fists on my hips. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to keep up with you, aren’t I?”

  He answered my question when he holds me and takes my mouth with his. My hands roam over his jean covered ass and squeeze hard. “Forever, and soon my wife.” He goads on a whisper.

  “We need to meet Blade in a few hours at the shop.” I murmur back, touching my forehead to his. I want more than anything to marry Spider, but I’m scared it’s too soon. He could regret all of this and it would kill me. But someday, I want to marry him.

  If life could be as easy as these simple stolen moments, I would be good, more than good. The point is, I need to make my own brand of happiness and chase it hard and as ruthless as I have done with my work. Only difference is, Spider is my serenity, focus, and love. Every day I find myself being caught up more and more in his web. The man that I thought had no heart actually felt and saw too much. Spider is a caretaker. He has taken what was broken and mended past pain. While neither one of us can forget, together we found peace in the other. Spider is my end game, protector, and love of my lifetime. I was waiting on my future, and he has delivered.

  I’m a little nervous to see what Spider will think of my idea. Blade sticks the stencil to my skin with a smoke hanging from his lips. Lightly, he pulls the edges back from my chest. Over my heart is a black heart like my dad’s. Except mine has a web behind it, and a black spider hanging off the heart.

  “You’re lucky that Blade is doing this. Any other motherfucker I wouldn’t let so close to having their hands on your tits. That is hot as hell woman.” Spider’s finger roams the outside of it. Blade rolls back and lets us have a moment to ourselves. “I’m going to be busy for a bit.”

  I scrunch up my eyes. “Doing what?”

  “I have my own surprises to work on.” He raises his eyebrows in challenge, “What? You didn’t see that coming did you?”

  “With the weekend I planned for you, how could I foresee any surprises from you, Spider??” I deadpan.

  “Ah, still the student and not the master.”

  “Master of crypticity, not sarcasm,” I defend with a smile.

  “Well, you ready to stick it?” Blade said as he walked in after having smoke and waited for the stencil to dry.

  “Let’s get this done before I change my mind.” I growl at Spider’s retreating form. Once the door closes behind him, I ask, “Would you still have work for me in Reno?”

  “Is this why you are really here?”

  “It is, and this tat. I am the master at both being cryptic and sarcastic.” I playfully tease, but I want Blade to know the truth. “As much as I love my shop, I believe this is Spider’s home. My place was a tribute to my dad. I know that I can run both. To me having the opportunity to give this to Spider is important to me. I’m not willing to take it away when it’s so easy to give it to him. We can have both, who says we can’t.”

  “I’m happy Spider has a worthy and crazy opponent. The answer is always yes, Jazz. For the record, you are his home, but sacrifice is love.” Blade picks up his machine, done with deep thoughts, and hits the power. The sting becomes my zen and I fall under the spell of the sting of the needle. Since it is a smaller piece, it doesn’t take too long.

  Just when I think I am going to have to hunt down my man, he appears at the doorway with a grin spread across his face. He wraps me in his arms and rasps into my ear, “I can’t wait for it to heal. My teeth want to bite into what is mine. C’mon there is a party next door.”

  Inside the Black Rose, Vegas, Dana, Jenn, Kat, and Tami all hover around the bar. Fresh martinis are being poured and Kat holds an unlit joint in her fingers. “It’s tradition in the Ol’ Ladies club to drink and smoke. All I have to say is, it’s about fuckin’ time, Spider.”

  Dana pulls me over to the group and plops me into a seat at the bar. I look over my shoulder at Spider and as usual he stands off to the side. Saint keeps him company, but he looks different. Calm and relaxed, but still sporting the scowl of an asshole But at least now he’s a happy asshole. I blow him a kiss and he winks back at me.

  “Girl, you tamed that poisonous creature.” Jenn chuckles. “Did he just wink at you?”

  “I think it is sooo cute,” Tami oohs and ahhs.

  “You really are writing a book with Spider as your inspo aren’t you?”

  “Definitely, I’m going to give you a copy to read before it publishes. These guys could give me enough material for a lifetime.”

  Vegas raises her lemon drop martini, and we pick up ours. “To our men who love us.”

  This time, it’s Tank that goes “Awwwww.” The men laugh and he holds up his beer, the brothers following, and he toasts, “To our women who ride us.” Half the room laughs and the others agree with an “aye.”

  Kat murmurs low, “I’ll be back, he obviously needs food.” She quickly lights the joint and takes a long drag before handing it off to me. I take a hit and around and round we go until Kat comes back. Pawn sneaks in there and takes a couple of drags. For some reason this is really funny, especially when he hauls Tami off to the back.

  I try to keep my ears to myself, but it can be heard loud as day. “Let’s fuck like porn stars, baby.”

  She squeals and answers, “Can I be your Dom?”

  He swats her ass, “Next time, today you are my bar winch. Ready to serve her long-lost military man…” The rest is cut off when the door slams behind them.

  Vegas slides a glass of beer across the bar for Saint. He picks up the glass and takes a swig and sits it down, distracted by Tank as they talk over a motorcycle. Jenn picks up his glass behind his back and chugs more than half and sits it back down before he turns back to it. Her eyes bug out from the freeze and takes in a deep breath into her lungs. Saint picks up his beer, raises it to his lips, stops, lowers the glass and scowls at Jenn. She takes off running.

  “I fucking hate it when you drink my beer, Jenn!” she hackles an
d waves from across the room, hiding behind Tank that blocks her from the wrath of Saint.

  The drinks taste like magic and the music only gets louder. Couples grind and laugh on the dance floor. Ideas are shared and when Tank casually mentions, “You know, I’m an ordained minister By the power vested in me, I could marry you two tonight.”

  “Cannot!” I swat at his muscled chest.

  “It’s true,” he sighs, “I could, but you probably want to wait for a white dress and flowers, blah blah. I think a real biker bitch would haul her man in front of me and pledge their love together right here in this bar.”

  “You think so?”

  “Know so.” He nods with an affirmative. I don’t know. Blade stands off to the side, this feels important, but I can’t figure out what he finds so funny.

  “I’ll do it. Spider, we need to get married!” I yell a little too loud.

  “Do we?” he answers from right behind me.

  “Yes, will you tie your dick to me for life and mean it?” His face contorts painfully. What? I want his dick or him for myself for always. Why would that be bad?

  “Hmm, my dick will be yours to use, until death do us part.” That’s what I wanted to hear.

  “I promise to be yours until death do us part,” I whisper sweetly. I can’t believe we are engaged!

  “I now pronounce you man and wife, Spider kiss your bride, and please sign here. Blade and Vegas, I need you to witness this holy union of matrimony.” Wait what? Spider holds my head and lavishes me with an intimately sweet kiss.

  “Congratulations!” The room cheers. It’s probably okay, I’ll think about this tomorrow. I feel so good. And so honey, I mean HORNY. Yeah, me so horny, I love Spider, long time. Chuckling at my own mistake I cover my mouth. Spider watches me closely. I bet I can get Spider over to the tattoo shop…

  “We are all officially going to hell.” Blade snaps me back to reality and reaches for the pen and points at Spider. “It was his idea, student meet your master.”

  Yesssss, my master. I wonder if Tank has a whip I could borrow. They seem like they would be into that kink. I give Spider my best smoldering look and reach for his chest. My hands glide over the plains of muscle and down lower. He grips my advances and kisses my neck, playfully distracting me.

  Vegas grabs his pen. “That sounds sexy, Blade, will you be my master too?”

  I give her a high five. Yes, we need some dirty Dom time. The guys look at each other utterly confused, but my bitch she gets me. I swing my arm around her side in comradery, because we can have conversations and not talk. We do this while she signs some paper, hands me the pen, then flings herself over her master, Blade.

  “Spider, I don’t even know your name.” The room dies silent. While I try to focus. I catch a last name to left of mine and remember what the real estate agent said too. Scott. Then— when I crack a laugh to a full belly rumble, everyone else does too. “Oh my god. I just married you, I don’t know your first name. I’m Mrs. Scott.” He snags the pen from my hand and signs it.

  “It’s time for bed, Mrs. Scott.” Spider whisks me away to our waiting car, wait, my car? Anyway, the prospect holds the door open while he lowers me to my seat.

  “Did you plan this?”

  “Yes, Jazmine Scott. I wanted you and there was nothing I wouldn’t do to take you as mine. Claim you as my forever.”

  “So romantic…” My head spins a little.

  Faintly, I hear Spider chuckle. “Well, see how you feel about this tomorrow.”

  Spider

  Jazzy has her hands all over my body. She reaches for me even though she is strapped in by her seatbelt. Her fingers unsnap and unzip my pants. Slowly she strokes my cock. Her mouth is licking up my neck. At this rate I will probably come and wreck the car before we can even get back to the clubhouse.

  There is a church parking lot up ahead and I pull in around the back. My hand hits the controls to glide the seat back and down. Jazzy unhooks her seat and dives in eagerly for me. I lift the steering wheel up while my wife sucks my cock like she needs to survive. I take great pride into thinking that I played her game, and played it so well I’m getting a blow job.

  My fingers lift her hair out of her face, and I watch my dick disappear like a magic trick. This is not how I want our first time as man and wife to go down. Literally with her going down on me in a church parking lot. “Jazmine,” she’s shocked and stills at the use of her full name. “Pull that sexy as fuck ass up here and ride your man’s cock, sucia.” I make quick work sliding my jeans down my body.

  She pulls her swollen bottom lip into her mouth and bites down while she shimmies out of her tight leather pants. Her left pant leg gets twisted around her boot that she couldn’t kick off. It’s the most complicated event for her inebriated mind but snaps out of it.

  “Fuck it.” Jazzy kneels on the seat before sliding her untangled leg over my lap. Her wet pussy slides down my shaft. Her body is shaking with pleasure and Jazzy moans when she coats me while grinding on my shaft. I hold her face with both of my hands to still her. “I think Pawn laced that weed with ecstasy. I’m so turned on.”

  For once, I want to high five Pawn for lacing weed. “Tomorrow and every day after that, I want you to remember one thing.” Her deep brown eyes lined in black watch mine. “I love you Jazmine. I will do my best as your man to take care of you.” Her bottom lip trembles and I suck it into my mouth, drawing her into a deep kiss. I give her ass a smack. She picks up her hips and glides down my dick. My thumb finds her little pierced nub and I give her body all the attention she needs.

  Our pants and moans take up the space and the heat in the car skyrockets. She rocks her hips faster and harder against me. “More, Spider, give me more,” she begs, raking her nails down my chest, even over my shirt I feel her need. Lifting her hips up I hammer her cunt from below. “Rub that pretty little clit, sucia.”

  Jazzy throws her head back and does as I ask. Her body explodes with trembling muscles as her pussy constricts, milking my cock. She yells out, “Oh my fucking geeee.” Just as I shoot up deep in her cunt and empty my balls. Jazzy falls forward onto my chest, my arms wrap around her as a deep rumble of laughter escapes. I can’t complain. I will always remember this moment for the rest of my life, claiming her as my forever.

  Chapter 39

  Jazzy

  I’m so hot. It feels like a hundred degrees in here. Spider’s body is wrapped around me and his face is buried into my neck. My mouth feels dry like the desert. I need an IV of coffee, a shower, a water, and two Tylenol, STAT. Lightly, I push him to the side, and roll out of bed. In the mirror of the bathroom I almost shriek at the knotty mess of hair, smeared raccoon looking makeup and the hickies around my neck and my chest. “What in the hell happened last night?” I mummer to myself.

  Splashing water on my face, I wash off the makeup and residue from last night. My lungs protest and I cough, triggering a memory. As I dry my face on a towel my mind starts to wake up remembering the weed we smoked, the drinks, dancing, laughing, and laughing at something Tank said…

  “Motherfucker.” Filling a glass full of cold water, I chug it down. My fingers grip the glass until my knuckles go white, almost shattering it. I’m breathing fire, I’m so mad he took my wedding day away from me like that. For a good five minutes I stand there glaring at myself in the mirror. As quiet as possible I tip toe back to the room and get my phone to send a text.

  Me: Did I marry Spider last night, and as my cousin/sister, did you sign off on that?

  My fingers tap on the phone while I watch the text bubbles pop up.

  Vegas: Yes, Blade just confirmed that did happen.

  Me: HOW, WAS IT LEGAL???

  Vegas: Apparently, Cowboy knows someone at the County office and was able to get Tank notarized to marry people, and a marriage certificate done all in one afternoon. So, yes, you are very married and branded all in one day. Is your mom going to be pissed? Abuela is gonna kick all of our asses. Well, yours, probably.
I’m so hungover and the kids are crying.

  When I don’t answer I get the cutest pic of the twins holding baby Adelina. I run my finger over the little face of baby Lina

  Vegas: I know you. Know that you are really pissed because you feel it is out of your control and you ARE a control freak. I get why. Babe, live in the moment. It was a blast last night. You are not the ceremony type. It was perfect. Now, since Spider started a game, I say you finish it and rub it in. I say, you play like you have no memory of being his wife. Rub it in and make more memories. Have fun, woman!

  Me: Kiss those babies for me. I love you, you have always been my big sister from another mister. I’m not saying you’re right, but you do have a point. Haha. It most definitely is game time. It’s time to make Spider sweat. I know just where to take him next.

  I dress and go to the kitchen to make my little hubby some pancakes and coffee for myself. I’m in the middle of tossing bacon when Cowboy stumbles in looking as haggard as I feel and look. "Mornin’, Mrs. Scott,” he teases.

  “Hmm? Who me? You’re so funny.” Perfect timing because Spider also joins us in the room. Cowboy hands him a coffee.

  “What’s so funny?” Spider yawns and takes a drink.

  “He called me Mrs. Scott, but we didn’t get married. I’m just your Ol’ lady.” Spider is very good. Only his pupils dilate when I lied. Slowly he brings his mug down. “I have another surprise for you, so after breakfast we are hitting the road.”

  Cowboy looks between Spider to me, and back to him again. “I for one, cannot wait to hear about this new surprise and if any others pop up in the future. Hand me pancakes and bacon.”

  Spider saunters closer and kisses my cheek, “Thanks for breakfast, sucia.” He slaps my ass and loads his plate full.