by M, Jessie
“You've missed something...” he smiled cheekily, giving her an eye flash.
“What's that?” she replied with a naughty grin.
“Something that wants a kiss so bad, it's telling you itself... See?” He raised his hard cock slightly off his stomach, tensing his muscles tightly.
“That guy is getting a lot more than a kiss, but first you can kiss me. Just here...” She pointed to her mouth. “Make it a long one, with lots of love, hmmm?”
He took her into his arms and pulled her on top of him, rolling them over and pinning her down beneath his body. As their lips met, she parted hers to let him in and his whole body trembled. They clung to each other kissing like they had before, in the churchyard, like they never wanted it to stop. Their tongues forced against each other’s so hard, and their teeth clashed over and over as they took as much as they could. They groaned into each other's mouths and whimpered with desire, their hands busy fisting each others hair and caressing necks and faces.
She came up for air, gasping. “Kyle... I was right, wasn't I?” she asked, breathing heavily into his ear. “You and I... It was fate... in that wood.”
“I've never been so sure of anything in my life. I'm thanking God right now.”
She pushed him over, onto his back, and slithered down his body. He closed his eyes and waited for the velvety touch of her soft lips on his hardness, and when it came he sighed and shivered like never before.
As he sank inside her mouth, he was sure she was an angel. No woman could create this kind of sensation, it just wasn't possible. He slipped into a world of pleasure, her whirling tongue sending him crazy as she pumped at his cock in a perfect rhythm. He arched up to her groaning in bliss as she hit his hot spot over and over.
“Oh baby, that is just way too much...” Then he lost it, all sense of his surroundings disappearing as his body took him over in a blind wave of ecstasy. She clasped him to her, his hands around his ass, taking him deep inside her mouth. He held her head in his hands as he soared away to another world.
“Roxy, Jesus...!”
She really had just blown his mind. More than that, much more... it had been a nuclear explosion of pleasure, touching every part of him. Even his toes tingled. Powerful spasms rocked his body over and over... as his hot love spurted inside her. She licked at him softly as he calmed, and massaged his aching balls. Then she turned and he opened his eyes. He pulled her up to his side, hugging her head to his chest.
“You've got the job,” he chuckled.
“What job's that?” she asked with snigger.
“Head of mind blowing.”
“I should think so too,” she replied, poking him in the chest and running her finger up and down his softened cock.
He hauled her up, on top of him. He kissed her, tasting himself in her mouth.
“D'you know what?” he began... “And I never thought I'd be thinking it. But I'm dead jealous of Max and Saffy.”
She laughed at him. “And d'you know what?” she replied in a whisper. “I'd love to have your baby. Maybe we can think about it, in a few months... but for now, I don't want a pregnant belly coming between us. Or morning sickness either. Saffy was in a dreadful way for months.”
A sudden sound assailed their ears. It was Tank and he wasn't happy.
“Let me at him, the little bastard....” he yelled.
“You ain't touching him Tank,” Mutt yelled back.
Kyle got up. His pleasure was over for a while. It was time to face the music.
Tank was standing in the living room, barred by Mutt and Ryder, as he made his way towards them.
“How's the arm?” he asked politely.
“I don't know. It's no longer there, you little fuckhead.”
“I see you're as sweet as ever. Anyone would think I was the one who bit it off...!”
“You should have left me. I kept telling you no...”
“Sorry, but I didn't see that,” he lied. “I got the guy for you. Took him out.”
“Well thanks for nothin' kid.”
“You're welcome....” he replied levelly. He was trying very hard not to be riled up by this guy who obviously hated his guts. “You okay, Kat?” he asked her kindly. She was looking even more distraught than Tank.
“Yeah, I'll get by I suppose... thanks hon.” At least she was civil and pleasant about his act of compassion, however misguided it was.
“So I'm out of a job, am I?” Tank spat at him.
“Looks like it, but it's better than being fucking dead!” he spat back, losing his cool for a second.
“Not to me, it ain't.”
“Well there's two ways you can go pal, sink or swim. If I were you, I'd swim. You’re a long time dead. Make the most of the ‘alive’ part.”
“Swimming don't hold much appeal, besides I can't fucking swim one armed, can I?”
“You're such a whiner. Go do something useful.”
“Don't order me about sonny.”
“As I'm in charge, I'll do and say what I like.”
“The fuck you will.”
“Wanna make something of it? You know you can't run things like that. If you were dead I'd be in charge. And alive with one arm I'm still in charge. Accept it and grow. I'm happy for you to stay here and carry on as we were, but things are going to be a little different. You and I need to get along. I'm willing to give it a go. What do you say?” He held out his hand.
“No way rich brat. I'd be givin' away my soul.”
“That's your problem. The offer is always there.”
“Tank, please think about it?” Kat pleaded.
“Not for a second. Go and get our stuff, we're leavin'. Got somewhere else I wanna be.”
“No, you can... but I'm staying. I've had enough of your orders. Being at your beck and call. You treat me like shit, Tank.”
“But Kat...?” He said, the shock of her uprising clearly evident on his face.
“No ifs or buts... I'm staying.” She announced, folding her arms in defiance.
He marched past her with his bandaged half arm in a sling and gathered his stuff, returning to the living room and looking around in the hushed silence.
“Well I hope you're pleased with your choice,” he said nastily to Roxy as he left the house. Her eyes filled with tears. She started to sob and Kat joined in, in fact all of the women were sobbing as they heard his bike rev up outside and the crunch of gravel as he left.
Kyle felt bad. But he'd given his olive branch and it had been rejected.
“I'm real sorry Kat,” he said sadly, walking off to his room to leave them all to grieve about their old alpha's departure. But she grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
“It's okay, I'm free of him. He bullied me for years. I can find someone else now, be happy like you all are. It'll be fine,” she said with a tiny smile, through the tears. He kissed her wet cheek.
“You're a lovely girl, if it wasn't for Roxy... I might have snapped you up myself.”
“I heard that...” Roxy said loudly, un-amused.
“Hey, I'm not coming between you two, I'm dead happy about it Roxy. You deserve happiness. Mine can wait a little longer,” Kat replied, giving her a hug.
“I know you're happy for me. I love 'ya Kat. Really I do. Maybe you can pal up with Mutt and go on the hunt for some hot talent?” Roxy suggested.
“Hey, you know that's not a bad idea...” Kat replied with a smile in Mutt's direction. “What d'you say old fella?”
“I'm always 'appy wiv a lovely chick in tow...” he beamed, displaying his delightful gappy teeth. “Hey Kat, how's about you and I just get it on, and not bother wiv the looking for talent part...?”
“Mutt...! What are you saying?” Kat's eyes opened in surprise.
“I was simply suggesting we had a fuck or two and see how it went?”
“Just tell me straight, why don’t you...” she laughed.
“I like to get things out in the open... and from now on... while everyone’s 'ere... I'
m Matt, no more of this Mutt guy, okay? I've 'ad it wiv the crazy animal 'andle. That were Tank's fault, starting all that up. So it's Matt or else you get a bunch of fives to eat, got it?” he chuckled. They all laughed and agreed he was rechristened Matt from that moment forth.
“I need to sleep...” Saffy said. “Much too much excitement for one day...” She swept off, full sail, with Max to their room.
Kyle gave Roxy a 'that could be you soon’ look and she blushed prettily and flashed her eyes at him...
He wasn't sure how long they'd been asleep, because they'd been very busy with each other beforehand, and time flew by until they collapsed in exhaustion...
But he heard voices and strange noises... He jumped up, dressing fast, fearful of what it might be, but up to the task, whatever. On leaving the bedroom he heard it again in the kitchen. He looked inside the room to see Saffy doubled up in pain on a kitchen chair and Max rubbing her back furiously... obviously in a mild state of panic.
“Did the excitement set things off...?” he asked.
“Something did, and it might have been me...” Max explained with a grin. Saffy thumped him for having a joke about sex while she was in such dire agony.
“Fucking hell, I wanna die...” she groaned, pink faced and sweating.
“Come on missy... let's get you sorted, shall we?” Kyle said softly. “Max, go cover the bed with towels... it can get messy, based on my dog experience... Where's your gas and air stuff and your other thing?”
“In the room,” he replied.
“You need to walk around as long as you can love, gravity helps... When the time comes to lie down, you'll know because you'll want to push, apparently... Max is chief back rubber and I'm reserve, okay?” Kyle explained in as calm a voice as he could manage, which was difficult considering he was more nervous of doing this than fighting Carnage 666.
“Are you sure you can do this Kyle?” she asked with real fear in her eyes.
“Hey, I told ya' I'm experienced in matters of this kind. Martha had six pups, all delivered by yours truly. I know what to expect... and it's only one tiny little baby...” he said, comforting her by rubbing the back of her hand gently.
“It don't feel very tiny right now, the little bastard's killing me... oowwwww!”
“Yep, it's gonna smart a whole lot more as well... but shout and scream all you like if it helps, and we'll get that gas stuff set up for when the really bad contractions start.”
“Oh shit... I can't do this, I just can't Kyle, I'm so scared...” she said sobbing openly.
“Yes you can Saff, it's a natural process. Your body has been preparing itself for this for months. You can and you will, you need to be strong minded and keep on saying that, okay?
“I can and I will... Repeat after me...”
“I can and I will,” she sobbed unconvincingly.
“No more tears... come again...”
“I can and I will,” she said more forcibly...
“Right, we'll say that together when it hurts bad, okay...?”
He led her back, waddling wide-legged to their room, as Roxy came out of their room, yawning.
“It's okay, go back to bed. Saffy's just having her baby at the moment,” he explained with a real calmness descending on him. “I'll let you know when it's born.”
“What? How the hell can I sleep with a baby being born next door, you dumbass...?”
He supposed she had a point there.
“Go play me some music Roxy, and sing some lovely soft soothing stuff... When I'm pushing you can up the tempo...” Saffy suggested.
“Sure... I'd love to. Just call out your requests, okay?” She smiled happily at the prospect of being considered useful in some way.
Roxy busied herself getting set up as the others filtered out, keen to see what was going on. Jobs assigned, they all settled in their designated roles for the birth party. The food and drink supplier, the water and towels supplier, music and entertainment and The Front Line. Angel was going to be at the forefront, to keep an eye on the progression of things ‘down south’.
Kyle didn't feel that was his place.
“Ooooh.... I can see the baby's hair... oh my God ... the whole head's nearly there!” Angel squealed in a state of wild excitement... jumping up and down at the end of the bed.
“Thank fuck for that, this stings like absolute hell..!” Saffy huffed, lying back for a rest after pushing with all her worth.
Kyle and Max had an arm each, and were encouraging her with everything they'd got.
“In a few minutes you'll have that little bundle in your arms. Come on... Push just a little harder next time...” Kyle said, desperate for it to be over.
“Yeah honey, it's nearly over... You can do it...” Max said giving her a quick kiss and wiping her forehead with a damp sponge.
It had been such a strain. She’d been cussing and thumping them both for eight hours now, screaming with pain, despite the gas and air and pethidine, which hadn't even scratched the surface...
She was close to exhaustion.
He really felt for her.
He was damn glad he wasn't a woman. He now knew why they called it ‘LABOUR’. There was nothing as hard and laborious as giving birth. It was a feat of endurance... A Mount Everest of pain.
A moment later she seemed to find an inner strength from somewhere, and with an almighty heave, the baby was born... in a fluid gush, just like that.
“Oh sweet Jesus!” Angel exclaimed, picking the baby up in her hands and looking it over like it was a precious gem. “It's a boy.... a big one... and he's perfect... Those little toes... Awww, I'm gonna cry...” She turned him over, put her finger in his mouth to clear his airway, and patted his back gently. And the next moment a tiny cry filled the room. A sea of faces appeared at the doorway as the noisy flurry of activity ensued.
Kyle smiled the biggest smile he'd ever smiled as Angel laid him on Saffy's chest, bloodied and wrinkled and totally beautiful.
“Congratulations!” he choked, with a huge lump forming in his throat. He slapped shell-shocked Max on the arm and gave the very relieved and equally shell-shocked new mother a big smacker on the cheek. Angel tied off the cord and passed Max the scissors for the ceremonial cutting of the cord. “I'm gonna give you guys some time alone with junior...Angel, you stay in here... to deal with the other stuff coming after. You've been a complete marvel, a real treasure, honestly you have....” Her face glowed brightly, pink with embarrassment at the big compliment.
He left the room, shutting the door and grabbing a tearful Roxy. His eyes were brimming. They just about made it inside their room before he broke down.
He hung onto her in a deluge of tears as she stroked his head sobbing her own heart out.
Everything came out... The gang war, Tank, Roxy... and finally that baby. He'd never seen anything so wonderful and cute. And he'd never felt so emotional in his entire life.
God knows how he'd cope with his own child's birth.
Chapter 9
It seemed they had a few problems to get past. The places they lived in all belonged to Tank. Kyle had no idea where he got his money from, and neither did Kat, so it seemed. But the gang planned to stay put in the Lincoln house for a while. They'd already been there for four months, and maybe another two or three would be good, until the baby was a little older and they'd heard from Tank. Kyle had the means to rent a place elsewhere if need be, based on his own income, and Matt had his Suffolk digs. He was hoping Tank would see his way to leaving them the Lincoln place, now that they had the baby in the pack.
He hoped common decency might prevail. His continued absence was looking like this may well be a possibility.
Kyle had arranged internet access for the two homes, and after a week, he was set up and working from their room. He bought a TV and another computer for the others to use. He was settling into his new role well. He had been surprised at the keen acceptance and respect he had earned from the gang in such a short space of time.
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Ryder was another surprise. He'd gone out of his way to be the handyman of the moment. Anything that needed doing got done and fast. The house was now painted red and had a smart new sign on the wall outside. Matt ran the errands for the food and essentials, and he was always accompanied by Kat, who kept them supplied with the mountain of baby gear they seemed to need.
The two of them were forming a real bond. Whether that would turn into something deeper in time he had no idea. But with Matt now on medication, at Kyle’s suggestion, to stop him fitting, or whatever it was he did, he felt they stood a good chance of becoming a couple. Matt was a good looking well built man with a heart of gold. She couldn't find a better one, in his opinion, and he kept reminding her of that, at every given opportunity.
Max and Angel were working in a packaging factory on a temporary basis, to get some extra cash for the baby and household things.
Little Jack was a completely gorgeous and very fat little boy at four months of age. Everyone was in love with him and carried him around like he belonged to them. He was such a little charmer already, blowing bubbles and cooing like a hot little guy. His looks were definitely were-baby of the highest order, with bright blue eyes and lots of thick dark hair. Dead handsome too, just like his dad.
There were already issues becoming evident, present and future, in having a child living with a pack of biker werewolves. Education, socalising, transport, and full moon childcare, of course. It was more complicated than it seemed, but problems were there to be solved, and Kyle was so good at that.
He enjoyed tackling things head on and finding a solution. That was his job. Paid and unpaid. He revelled in it.
He finished his Skype chat with Anya and closed the session with a sigh. It had been hard letting go of the gaming. It was deeply engrained in his blood. Almost like a drug... But she'd said she understood.
He had responsibilities now. Big ones. He'd finally grown up. Completely.