Riding The Edge

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “There’s that filthy mouth,” she whimpers, grinding against my fingers.

  “Tell me, Lady, were you this wet last night?”

  “I guess we’ll never know.”

  Plunging two fingers inside, I go still.

  “Tell me you were wet,” I demand. “Tell me you didn’t want me to pull you down onto my face in the middle of the lot and take this pussy.”

  “Al,” she admonishes.

  “Tell me, Lady.”

  “I always want you,” she admits, reaching for my wrist. “I wanted you last night and I want you now.”

  “How badly?”

  “How badly does one need air to breathe?”

  “Good fucking answer,” I grunt, crooking my fingers. “Gotta stop wearing this shit to bed,” I add, dragging the lace away from my working fingers. “Man needs his woman bare, so he can fuck her properly when she wakes up.”

  Looping her fingers under the waistband of her panties she pushes them down her hips, forcing me to pull my fingers out of her. My hands join hers and together we rid her of the lace. Free, she eagerly spreads her legs and welcomes me between them.

  “Lived a lot of life,” I murmur, bending my head to kiss her collarbone. “And yet I’ve never felt more fucking alive than I do when I’m with you.” My mouth lowers as I piston my lips and slam my cock into her tight heat. A moan rumbles past her lips as I take her nipple between my teeth and slowly slide out of her. Lapping at the pebbled bud, I lift my eyes to hers and catch her staring at me.

  “Don’t stop,” she pleads.

  Realizing it might be one of the final times we get to share this, I take my time. I forget about fucking her and make love to her breasts instead. She savors the sensation and I commit the sound of her pleasurable cries to my memory. It’s a moment I’m sure neither of us will forget and seems to go on forever until her breasts are visibly swollen and irritated from my beard.

  Releasing her taut nipple, I roll us over. On my back, I watch her sit on my thighs and fist my cock.

  “My Lady,” I rasp, tucking a wild strand of hair behind her ear. “Classy, sexy and—”

  “And horny,” she finishes with a smile. Bending her head, she slides her tongue into my mouth as her dainty fist works the shaft of my cock. “Less talking and more fucking.”

  “Really like it when you get dirty,” I say against her mouth.

  “Then you’re going to love it when I ride you,” she retorts, releasing my cock. My eyes narrow into tiny slits as she lifts herself off me and spins around. Her blonde waves cascade down her back as she braces her hands on my knees and lifts her perfectly round ass. Torn between wanting to pull her hair and sinking my teeth into her delicious cheek, I release a growl and watch in awe as she guides her pussy over my engorged head. In one quick move, she fills herself and buries every inch of me inside her. Neither of us moves as we acclimate to the new position.

  “I feel you everywhere,” she hisses, arching her back.

  Losing my ability to restrain myself, I knife forward and wrap an arm around her, pulling her back to my chest. Squeezing her tit in my hand, I find her ear.

  “You and me, Lady,” I whisper, sinking my teeth into her earlobe. “You and fucking me,” I grunt, sliding my free hand between her legs. Finding her clit, I play with her and piston my hips. Reaching behind her, she grabs a fistful of my hair and starts to circle her hips.

  We start slow, building, reaching, fucking torturing ourselves before we’re going at it like two fucking animals. She leans forward and as I buck off the mattress, I hit new depths and her nails dig into my thighs. She tightens around me and my finger pauses over her clit. Moving my hands to her hips, I lift her off me.

  “Al,” she protests, glaring over her shoulder. I divert my eyes to my wet dick and for a moment I wonder if I’ve lost my fucking mind. Brushing off the bout of insanity, I meet her fiery gaze. “On your knees, Lady.”

  Skeptically, she rolls off me and positions herself on all fours.

  Fucking stunning.

  “Lift your ass and bite the pillow,” I demand, getting on my knees. Nudging her legs further apart, I glance down at her glistening cunt and wrap my fist around my cock. “I’m not going to last long,” I warn her. “Jesus,” I hiss, using my other hand to squeeze one ass cheek. “I want to fuck this ass of yours,” I tell her. “I want to fuck it fast and hard,” I continue, guiding my cock between the crease. “Put my dick in a vice and come all over these fucking cheeks,” I growl, gripping her hips.

  Releasing a whimper, she hangs her head and presses her ass against me.

  “Not today,” I mutter. “I need that pussy too badly.”

  “Jesus Christ,” she hisses. “Stop teasing me and fuck me,” she begs.

  “Say it again,” I growl, spreading her swollen lips apart.

  “Fuck me,” she demands.

  She barely gets a breath in before I do as I’m told. Working up a sweat, I bury myself to the hilt and fuck her like she’s never been fucked before. Her breath hitches as she takes every inch and we find a rhythm of our own.

  I thrust.

  She arches.

  You and me.

  She bites the pillow.

  I fist her hair.

  You and me.

  Ass up, clutching the sheets, she takes every pulsing pound until she’s screaming my name and coming all over my cock.

  Classy.

  Dirty.

  Finding that middle ground.

  A fucking lady on her knees, taking her man.

  Dipping my head, I find her ear and blow softly against it before uttering the words that are hammering in my head.

  “I love you, Lady,” I breathe. “I fucking love you. Never forget that. Never forget this,” I vow, pressing my mouth to her shoulder as I finally give into my body. Thrusting through my release, I hold steady to her quivering body and chant her name until she sucks every drop from me.

  Spent and thoroughly fucked, we collapse onto the mattress trying to catch our breath. Conscious of my weight on her, I struggle to lift myself off her, but she finds my hand and clutches it tightly.

  “Say it again,” she pants.

  Knowing what she wants to hear, I plant my hands firmly against the bed and lift my hips, pulling out of her.

  “Turn around,” I reply, lifting my weight from her.

  Lazily, she rolls onto her back and I cage her in with my body. Bending my head, I stare into her glassy eyes.

  “I love you,” I rasp.

  “You were worth the wait,” she whispers.

  You and me.

  Against all odds.

  Until the end.

  Chapter Thirty-one

  An hour ago, Maria was on all fours taking my cock like it was her God given talent. Now, she’s standing in front of the stove flipping pancakes for her grandchildren. Let someone tell me life isn’t beautiful.

  “I need to talk to you,” Riggs says, dumping half the bottle of syrup onto his plate.

  “You’re going to get the diabetes,” I mutter.

  “The diabetes? What did you just come off the boat?”

  “You’re not going to ruin my morning,” I tell him.

  Lifting my coffee mug to my lips, I divert my eyes toward Maria and let them travel the length of her. I could’ve gone two more rounds with her and then another after we broke for breakfast, but Riggs pounded on the door, interrupting my good time.

  “Ah, fuck, come on man. I can’t look at you.”

  “What?” I question innocently.

  “It’s weird.”

  “What is?”

  “You and Maria.”

  “Get over it and eat your fucking pancakes.”

  “Hard to have an appetite when I’m watching you bask in some afterglow shit. Please don’t tell me you were fucking when I rang the bell.”

  “We just finished,” I reply taking a sip of coffee.

  “I fucking hate you.”

  “Thank you.”
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  “I’m not going to call you daddy.”

  “Who’s your daddy?” Eric says, taking a seat next to me.

  “No one is a daddy!” Riggs grunts.

  “You’re not my dad?” Eric questions.

  “Look what you did, Wolf.”

  Leaning back against the chair, I chuckle and reach out to tousle Eric’s hair.

  “Your dad is just cracking jokes,” I explain.

  “So, he’s still my dad.”

  “This is like an episode of Maury,” Riggs hisses.

  Ignoring him, I help Eric cut his pancakes and assure him the putz sitting across from us is very much his father. Lauren enters the room with the baby in her arms and soon the seven of us are seated around Maria’s table eating breakfast.

  “So, there is something I want to talk to you about,” Lauren begins, staring across the table at her mother. “Riggs and I have decided to postpone the wedding.”

  “What on Earth for?” Maria replies, dropping her fork. “Oh my God, you’re pregnant again, aren’t you?”

  “Jesus Christ,” I mutter, turning to Riggs. “Do you know how to wrap that snake?”

  “I’m not pregnant,” Lauren replies.

  “Phew,” Riggs mutters under his breath.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” she fires back, glaring at him.

  “It means I can barely catch a blowjob these days. If you were, in fact, pregnant, it definitely wouldn’t be mine and we really would be on the Maury show.”

  Well, that explains why he’s so bitter.

  The Wolf is getting more action than the Tiger.

  “What’s a blowjob?” Eric asks.

  “Blowjob! Blowjob!” Robert chants.

  “I didn’t say blowjob,” Riggs backtracks. “I said blow pop. Mommy hides all the suckers from Daddy.”

  “Forget I asked,” Maria says, dropping her head into her hands. “I completely understand now.”

  “We’re postponing the wedding because you’ll still be undergoing treatment,” Lauren clarifies.

  Instantly my eyes go to Maria and I watch as she lifts her head and meets her daughter's gaze. No one says a word, not even the kids and a moment later Maria turns her attention to her plate.

  “Once the radiation is finished and the reconstruction surgery is done we’ll pick another date. I just want you to be well when it happens.”

  “I’m fine, Lauren.”

  “Mom, nothing happened yet. You don’t know how you’re going to react to the radiation and—”

  “There is no harm in waiting,” I interrupt. Reaching under the table, my hand finds Maria’s knee. “It gives you two more time to plan and find the dress.”

  “Wolf is right,” Lauren says with a forced smile. “You know how picky I can be, mom.”

  “October is the perfect month to get married,” Maria continues to protest.

  “It’s also a great time of year for a ride,” Riggs says, turning to Lauren. “Tell her.”

  “Tell me what?”

  “Instead of the wedding date going to waste, we decided to make it count for something. Seeing as October is breast cancer awareness month, Riggs and some of the brothers have organized a run.”

  Tearing my eyes from Maria, I look to Riggs and he gives me a nod.

  “Linc and I have contacted a few of the other charters and we’re going do a ride out of the bar. It’s a ten dollar donation for bikes to enter and Deuce has a guy making shirts and shit. All the money collected will be donated to the Susan G. Koman foundation.”

  Feeling a knot of emotion in my throat, I slice my eyes to Maria. Tears fall from the corners of her eyes as she looks between Lauren and Riggs.

  “You’re upset,” Lauren declares. “I’m sorry, mom, I didn’t—”

  “Sweetheart, I think that is beautiful,” Maria interjects. “I’m very proud of you,” she adds, glancing at Riggs. “Of the both of you.”

  “I’m your favorite non-son-in-law, admit it.”

  “You’re my only non-son-in-law.”

  “Get this, Anthony even said he’ll ride. Riggs is going to teach him,” Lauren says. Trying to picture Bianci riding two wheels, my lips quirk. “Will you ride, Wolf?” she asks, pulling me away from my imagination.

  “Of course,” I say hoarsely. “With any luck, I’ll have your mother on the back of my bike too.”

  “That, I would pay to see,” Lauren quips.

  “We went for a ride last night,” Maria shares, smiling sheepishly at me.

  “I bet you did,” Riggs mutters, causing Lauren to elbow him as she stares wide-eyed at her mother.

  “Did you love it?”

  Turning to me, she winks and the tension that filled the room only minutes ago dissolves.

  You and me.

  “I loved every second,” she declares.

  Reaching over, I cup the back of her neck and drag her closer to me, pressing a chaste kiss to her swollen lips. Riggs grunts in disgust like a five-year-old while Lauren whistles. If there was ever two people made for one another it’s them.

  “Grandma and Uncle Wolf sitting in a tree,” Eric singsongs, forcing me to release my hold on Maria.

  Clearing her throat, I watch as a blush spreads up her neck and flames her cheeks. It’s sexy as fuck and reminds me of how flushed her cheeks were when I told her I loved her. I never thought I’d be the man who gets all this. For some this might be an ordinary morning, for me, it’s a fucking dream come true.

  The doorbell sounds, pulling me back to the scene in front of me.

  “Are we expecting anyone else?” I ask Maria, pushing back my chair.

  “To be fair, you weren’t expecting us,” Riggs points out.

  “No shit,” I mutter. Placing a hand on Maria’s shoulder, I stop her from getting up. “Eat, I’ll get it.”

  As I start to make my way out of the kitchen, I hear Lauren gush to her mother about her finally taking a ride on the wild side. Leaving them to cajole in front of Riggs, I make my way to the front door with a shit-eating grin firmly planted on my face. A man in my position doesn’t have much to smile about and still, I feel like I’m on top of the world. I guess that’s what happens to a person when they find their heart.

  Pulling the door open, the smile falls from my face as I stare at Nico and Jack.

  “What’s this?” I question, taking in the leather vest draped over Nico’s forearm.

  “I went to see Uncle Jack like we discussed,” Nico replies. “But before he gave me the prospect patch he thought we should talk to you.”

  “I see,” I say, diverting my eyes to the ragged man standing next to him. Silently, my eyes work him over. I can see why Reina didn’t want anyone to visit him. Aside from looking like he dropped ten pounds overnight, there are dark circles under his eyes and an inch of scruff lines his jaw.

  “Well, are we going to do this out here?” Nico asks, lifting an eyebrow.

  Tearing my gaze away from Jack, I move out of the way and let them inside.

  “Lauren and Riggs are here with the kids,” I tell them. “Everyone is in the kitchen having breakfast.” At the mention of food, Nico tosses the cut onto the back of the couch and heads for the kitchen. Jack’s gaze darts around Maria’s living room before finally landing on me.

  “Reina told me you stopped by,” he starts, crossing his arms against his chest. “I gather she told you I was out of it before she sent you away.”

  “Something like that,” I reply, cocking my head to the side. “You don’t look good, Parrish.”

  He forces a wicked grin and gives me a shake of his head.

  “I’m good, brother,” he insists.

  “You can’t do that,” I tell him. “You can’t bullshit me. I know you better than that and it’s time you and I had a conversation.”

  “Yeah, it is,” he agrees, looking away. “The question is, are we going to have this conversation on your woman’s couch?”

  Ideally, a conversation like this would take pla
ce in the chapel but we don’t have that privilege. Still, Maria’s living room isn’t the place to do it, especially not with her grandchildren in the next room.

  “Let me just tell Maria and we’ll go outside,” I say. “You want a cup of coffee or something?”

  “Coffee would be great,” he replies.

  With a nod, I turn and head into the kitchen. Unaware that Jack is following me, I come to a halt as I watch Maria place a plate of pancakes in front of Nico.

  “Found it, didn’t you, brother?” Jack questions quietly behind me.

  “Yeah, I guess I did,” I reply as Maria straightens up and glances at us.

  “This place is jumping this morning,” Riggs comments. “Who needs the International House of Pancakes when you got Maria Bianci serving up flapjacks.”

  “Jack,” Maria greets. Surprised her eyes dart between mine and Parrish’s. “Are you hungry? I can turn the griddle on—”

  “I’m good,” he interrupts, holding up a hand as he takes in all the faces surrounding the table. “A cup of coffee would be great though.”

  “I got it,” I say, moving to the cabinet to grab a mug. Knowing Parrish takes his coffee as dark as his soul, I fill the mug to the brim and hand it to him before turning back to Maria. “We’re going to go outside.”

  “Is this official reaper business or can I grab another short stack?” Riggs questions, wiping the syrup from his mouth.

  “Why don’t you sit this one out,” Jack says, taking a sip of the coffee.

  Riggs rolls his eyes and points a finger to Nico.

  “You going to eat all that?”

  Shaking my head, I lean into Maria and press my lips to her cheek.

  “Remember what I said,” she whispers, touching a hand to my cheek. “Whatever it takes, Al.”

  You and me.

  With another quick kiss and a pat on her ass, I take my mug and lead Jack towards the front of the house. Outside, we each take a seat on the stoop and quietly drink our coffee. Both of us know what is about to come down the pipe and neither of us is willing to be the one that exposes the truth.

  “Nico showed up at my house this morning,” he starts. He might be at the end of his rope but once a leader, always a leader. “Says you are giving the green light for him to prospect.”