“Okay,” he sighs, “talk to me.”
“I don’t know the name of the group that’s moved in,” I begin, “but they are close to the clubhouse, too close if you get what I mean.”
“When you say close, how close are we talkin’?” Ryder asks.
“Within walking’ distance,” I answer back to his question.
“Fuck,” they both call out.
“I’ve got pictures of everyone I saw, took some of plates and cars so we can be on the lookout for those in town. They are a small group, no more than twenty, but they are very well organized which worries me the most. They’ve got a financial backer with the means to start up not only here, but Oklahoma and Arkansas as well. My informant doesn’t know who that is, but he’s going to keep diggin’ to see what he can come across. I think we need to try and infiltrate them and get someone inside,” I put out there, because it’s not my decision at the end of the day, but it’s one I feel is necessary.
“You may be right, but who do we put in there? Our faces are known in town and there aren’t many I’d trust with this assignment,” Kid says, pulling on his hair as he stares at his desk. This is what he does when he’s contemplating how to handle a situation.
“Me,” I come back.
“Oh fuck, I don’t know, you realize this will put a target on your back, we don’t know who the backer is as you’ve stated.”
“True, but you know that I’m the only one around that can pull it off,” I emphasize.
“Your Ol’ lady is goin’ to shit her pants,” Ryder expresses.
“Something you definitely need to consider,” Kid states, “you’ve thrown her into this life, a club where she knows no one and then plan on ditchin’ her, she’s not goin’ to take that well, brother.”
“Maybe not, but she needs to learn that the club comes first and there will be times I have to leave for extended periods of time to take care of things. You guys will take care of her and the Ol’ ladies will be there for her and help her understand and deal,” I emphatically counter.
“We need to get it approved with Wasp and Tic first. You’re their man on loan to us, it would be disrespectful to not get their okay and give them a heads up,” Ryder says to us.
“I’ll call them,” I state.
“Nah, man, it’s my job to talk to them. I’ll do it, give me forty-eight hours to devise a plan of action with them and then I’ll get back with ya.”
“Sounds good, any idea when the women plan on comin’ back?” I question him, because for the next few days, I need to spend as much alone time with her to hold us over until we can reconnect.
“They were eatin’ a little over thirty minutes ago when I spoke with Riley, they should be back soon,” Kid answers.
“Then I’m heading back to the club, I wanna be there when she returns,” I stand up and bro hug them. Then without another word said, I leave and head back with worry about how that particular talk will go when I have to tell her the news. I can’t share it all with her, but I need to know if she sees me around town, she needs to pretend like she has no clue as to who I am. I don’t know who that will be harder on, her or me.
Lizzie
I’ve had a blast with the women today, Skylar and Sadie are a hoot and had me rolling in laughter and shedding tears all day with their brand of crazy. When I’m dropped off, a man I’ve never met before helps me unload my purchases, but he has a cut on, so I immediately trust him. He’s a nice guy, who smiled at me and was respectful with the way he spoke with me. I spot Justice immediately in the main room and rush to him, his back is turned to me, so he doesn’t see me approach.
“Boo,” I breathe into his ear and smile when I see his body shiver.
“Hey, beautiful, did you have fun with the girls today?”
“So much fun,” I answer. He leans over, and I meet him in the middle as we share a brief kiss in hello. “I need to go and let the guy who helped me bring things in get them into our room, I’ll be right back,” I rush out before he has a chance to say anything else to me. I got some sexy negligées and can’t wait to show them off to him, one in particular should get his motor revving. When I get to our room I see the man standing there with my bags loading down his arms and I feel terrible for my short stop.
“I’m so sorry,” I exclaim to him.
“No problem, ma’am. I’m Malibu, and my Ol’ lady is Kassi.”
“Oh! I met her today, she’s amazing,” I reply. As soon as those words are said a huge smile graces his handsome face.
“Yes, she is,” I get the door unlocked and he walks into the room and places my things on the bed. “Well, I need to get home and see if she needs any help, you know, maybe try a few things on for me,” he wiggles his eyebrows up and down causing a giggle to escape my mouth.
“You do that, I think you’ll like some of her purchases.” Before I know it he’s left me alone in the room. I unpack my things and put them away. It doesn’t take me long to put everything where it belongs so I rush out of the room and go to spend some time with my man. I find him shooting pool with Ryder and Skylar is right there with them. I walk over to her since it’s my man’s turn to take a shot and sit down next to her.
“Did you already go by your house and put your stuff up?” I probe her.
“I dropped my things off, but I didn’t put them away.”
“Wow, that was fast.”
“That’s what I get for purchasing my woman a sports car,” Ryder teases.
“Oh, put a lid on it,” she tells him, and he rolls his eyes at her words. The adoration these two share, even though their words don’t say that to the outside world, is apparent. Since I’ve spent some time with them, I know that they are truly in love and deeply devoted to each other. They put up a front, but it’s so full of shit, and their humor with each other is not the norm, that’s for damn sure, but they are the kind of couple I hope to be.
I feel arms wrap around my shoulders and look over to see Justice has perched himself on the arm of the couch. He leans over and gives me another brief kiss before saying, “Missed you, I’m glad you’re finally home.”
“Me too, it was a long day, but it was loads of fun.”
“So you said,” he responds with a smile. I appreciate it when that smile is directed at me, I kinda get jealous when it’s directed in anyone else’s direction. “What’s the plans for tonight?” I ask him.
“No plans, just hangin’ out with everyone and then later, I plan on ushering you up to our room and having my wicked way with you.” My body responds, and I feel my nipples pebble ready and willing to do anything he wants. “I know that look,” he leans down and whispers in my ear, “I have a weakness for the way your body responds to me. I can’t wait to be buried inside of you later.”
“Me either,” I breathlessly reply.
“Good to know,” he winks at me.
“You’re up,” Ryder tells him. He gets up and leaves me, but not before he gently squeezes my shoulder affectionately.
Skylar started downing shots and dared me to join her. I am not one to back down from those words, so by the time we’re ready to head to our room, I’m staggering and slurring and can’t seem to control my steps and my words are slipping out of my mouth with no filter whatsoever.
“Are y…you go…gonna shove that fat cock of yours insid… inside of me?” I finally manage to get out of my mouth. Justice bursts into laughter before picking me up bridal style and carrying me up the stairs. I can’t help but admire his strength and don’t hide the fact that his display turns me on. “God, you’re so…so fre… freaking strong,” I slur.
“It’s a good thing I am, otherwise you’d be crawling your way up to our room,” he chuckles. “I enjoy carrying you, and I especially appreciated the way you let go tonight and had fun with the men and women. They’re my family and mean the world to me, so to see the way you’re comfortable with them makes me a happy guy.”
“Awe,” I say, “that’s cute,” I murmur,
laying my head on his shoulder.
“Cute! Woman, I am not cute.”
“No? Then what are you?”
“I’m a beast, I’m fucking hot, I’m manly, strong. But I am definitely, most assuredly, not cute!” The serious look on his face makes it hard to hold the laughter inside…so I don’t. “What’s so funny, beautiful?”
“The look on your face, oh my God it’s freaking hilarious.”
“Yep, you need to use the restroom, brush your teeth and hit the bed.”
“No, no you promised me your cock tonight,” I stick my bottom lip out and pout.
“I don’t wanna take advantage of ya, darlin’,” he tells me.
“But, but I want you.”
“I want you too, let’s see how you’re feelin’ in the morning, alright?”
“Fine,” I’ve got my pouting down to a T.
“Turn that frown upside down,” he says as we make our way to our door. He juggles me around in his arms as he pulls the key to the door out of his pocket.
Justice
She’s fast asleep before I even make it over the threshold of the room. I lay her on the bed and undress her the best I can since she’s now snoozing and dead weight. First, I remove her shoes and socks, then unbutton and unzip her pants. I have to lift up her hips, which isn’t easy and shimmy her jeans down her hips. Instead of removing her top, I lift her upper body up and slip my hands under her top, I unclasp the back of her bra and lay her back down. I’ve seen women remove their bra’s through their shirt and it doesn’t look hard so that’s what I do. I struggle with her right one, but by the time I make it to the left I feel like a pro and like I deserve a back slap for my efforts.
She mumbles something that’s incoherent, so I pay it no mind and lift the bottom of her t-shirt and pull it off and toss it on the floor where it joins the rest of her clothing. Now, to get her under the covers, I can’t figure out a way to do it without disturbing her, so I go to the closet and pull out the extra blanket and toss it over her. Once I have her tucked in, I go and brush my teeth, take a shower and slip into bed buck naked. This has been a long, hard day, and I’m happy to finally put it to rest. It would’ve been better if I’d ended it buried inside of her.
I wake the next morning feeling myself being sucked deep inside of Lizzie’s throat. “Fuck, Lizzie, don’t stop,” I say to her, while my hips lift up and my dick gets buried deeper. She hums around me and the feeling is one that has my nuts drawing up. “Slow down or I’m gonna come down your throat,” I inform her. But this only causes her ministrations to increase in pace, with as close as I am to spilling my seed it makes me wonder how long she’d been at it before I woke up. I holler out her name as I erupt and then my body goes slack. “Damn, baby. You can wake me up like that any time you want,” I pant out. She gives me a glorious smile and I can see the pride on her face as she realizes that she made me lose control of my body, which is very hard to do, but she caught me off guard. “Pretty proud of yourself there I see,” I state.
“Yes, yes I am,” she returns. I watch as she gets up off the bed and bounces her way towards the bathroom. I hear the water running and know that she’s brushing her teeth. Any time she goes down on me and gives me head, she always brushes her teeth before she’ll allow me to kiss her. She strolls back towards the bed and puts emphasis on her swaying hips which instantly capture the sight of my eyes. They are drawn to her like a moth to a flame, I can’t help myself, my woman is sexy as fuck and I enjoy the way her body moves. I don’t like it too much when other men look at what’s mine, but with a woman who looks like mine does it’s to be expected I presume. I’ve never worried about it in the past, so this is new territory for me.
Eight
Lizzie
I’m still not very suave or good at the game of seduction, but I like to take care of my man and he really seems to enjoy it as well. “C’mere,” he says, motioning me over using his pointer finger. I slowly make my way towards him, swaying my hips more enticingly, than that of how I normally walk. His eyes hood in desire, which makes me feel more feminine that I even expected to ever feel. “Do you know what you do to me?” he asks.
“No, what?” I ask him. Once I make it to him he grabs my hand and brings it down to cup his manhood. Holy shit! He’s fucking hard as stone and I can’t imagine that it feels good, it seems like it would hurt. “Does it hurt?” I ask, not able to hold back my curiosity.
“It does,” he replies, “what are you goin’ to do about it?”
“What do you want me to do about it?” I sassily question.
“I want you to lick it, suck it, and fuck it,” his brass and bold words are still something I’m getting used to, they make me do a full body flush. At the same time, it makes me soak my panties in desire.
“And if I do those things, what are you going to do for me?” I inquire.
“I’m going to eat that pussy and make you see stars by the time I finish with you,” he says, licking his lips and I have to cross my legs to apply pressure on my swollen flesh. I stop the moan that wants to leave my lips.
“Since I already ‘sucked it’,” I use air quotes, “I could just ride you and, um…fuck it,” I shyly stammer out. It feels weird to be changing my normal vocabulary so much, but I know it turns him on to hear me say them the way he prefers to hear them.
“Hmmm, beautiful, your mouth is going to get you ridden hard,” he tells me, before dragging me between his legs, grabbing my hair from behind my head and bringing me down to his level. He looks into my eyes and then forces my head to meet his and crashes his lips to mine. He has a way of making me weak at the knees, the things this man can do with his mouth are things romance novels are made of.
“I’m gonna lay back, Lizzie. I want you to straddle my head and place your pussy right over my mouth.”
“You what?” I ask him. This isn’t the first time he’s requested this of me, but it still frightens me and makes me wonder if I’m going to suffocate him in that position. I have a hard time letting loose and enjoying myself when he requires this of me.
“C’mon, babe, you know the drill, climb on up.” He moves back on the bed and moves the pillows so his head lays flat on the bed. I hesitantly climb up and over him. “Give me that sweet cream,” he states, grabbing my hips and pulling them down over his mouth. I cry out the second his tongue lands on me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant over and over while he licks me up and down. My hips take on a life of their own when he takes his tongue and circles my swollen clit. My hands clamp on to the headboard so I don’t lose my balance. I throw my head back and enjoy everything he’s doing to me. I ride his face and he pulls me closer.
“I could eat you out twenty-four-hours a day,” he expresses between licks.
“I could find it in my heart to let you,” I pant. Before long, I find myself coming hard. His grip on me tightens as I ride out my orgasm. Even then, he doesn’t stop until my body stops quivering from the aftershocks.
Justice uses his hands and feet to crawl out from underneath me. He grabs my hair and unbashfully slants my neck to the left side. He nibbles from my earlobe to my collarbone. “You’re tasty everywhere,” he whispers, causing tiny pebbles to break out on my skin. “Keep your hands there, scoot your legs back and arch your back,” he commands me. I enjoy it when he gets all demanding, and authoritative in the bedroom. It seems I not only like a little pain with my pleasure, but I enjoy for him to go all alpha mode on me as well.
I get in his requested position and I feel him slide further between my thighs. He lines himself up with me and slams home. “This. Right. Here. Is. Mine,” he gets out through his thrusts. “Say it, say it’s mine.”
“It’s yours, Justice. Only yours.”
“Damn straight,” he declares, losing control, and slamming into me. He is deliciously forcing his way inside of me and helping me to accommodate his girth and length. He’s my one and only, but somehow, I get the impression he’s above average and I’m
a lucky woman. He bends over my body and bites down where my neck meets my shoulder. “Every fucking time, Lizzie. Every time I’m inside of you I lose control like a pubescent teenager. Only you have the ability to do that to me,” he grits out, between his punishing pace, he slams home with each vicious thrust. He owns me, heart, body and soul.
“I’m gonna come!” I call out.
“Do it, do it now,” his hand travels down my stomach and his fingers begin playing with my pussy. I’m not going to last much longer.
“Justice!” I cry out, my body turning to gel.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he states, on his last three thrusts inside of me. I can feel his warm seed as it enters my chamber. We don’t use condoms, and he’s all but demanded I get off of birth control once we get home. It’s a discussion I plan on having further with him. I’m not ready quite yet to be a mother, but I’m hoping we can compromise and try in a year or two. I want us to establish us and enjoy some time with just the two of us first.
He falls over to his side, bringing me with him. He spoons me, kissing me lovingly on my shoulders, neck, and temple. “I’m so glad I was the one who was lucky enough to marry you.”
“See if you’re still saying that in a year,” I tease him, “you haven’t had the chance to deal with my stuff spread out on your bathroom counter, my stealing all of the closet space or my bras hanging in the shower to dry.”
“Doesn’t matter, that’s all trivial shit. You as a person are what matters to me, beautiful. Nothing else comes close to making a difference. It’s your heart, loyalty, and respect I need. I’m falling in love with you, Lizzie.”
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