by K E Osborn
Walking over to Zero as he orders Phantom to rearrange the aisle, again, I grab his arm and start dragging him away.
“What the fuck, man? Can’t you see I’m working here. We only have a few hours left before the wedding.”
I continue to haul him over to the fire pit and gesture for him to sit. He grumbles but sits, and I follow.
“This better be damn good, Neon. I still have so much to organiz—”
“You’re distracting yourself by driving everyone crazy, Zero,” I tell him.
He jerks his head back. “Distracting? We got a fuck ton of shit to do, brother.”
“It’ll get done, but not while you’re barking orders at everyone. You need to relax. Let me, Wraith, and Koda handle—”
“But—”
“Zero… Cherry isn’t Anna.”
Rubbing at the back of his neck like he’s struggling right now, Zero scrunches his eyes tight. “Fuck, I know. I’m having these wicked flashbacks, man.”
“I get it. What Anna did was fucking horrendous but listen to this... Cherry. Is. Not. Anna. There’s no fucking way Cherry will ever do anything to hurt you.”
“Yeah, I know. I needed that.”
“I get it. If you need me, yell the fuck out… I’ll knock some damn sense back into you.”
He bursts out laughing. “See, this is why I need you around me.” He grips my shoulder, bobbing his head. “You always know what to say.”
“I’ve known you a fucking long time, brother. If I can’t read you by now, there’s something wrong.”
Zero stands, letting out an exhale. “I want to see her tonight. It would ease my mind. This whole not seeing each other twenty-four hours before the wedding is fucked up and stupid.”
I chuckle. “Not long now. This time tomorrow you’ll be tied down. An Old Man, the old ball and chain, the—”
“All right, all right, I get it, but don’t be mocking me too hard. You and Oakley are going well.”
“You need to focus a little closer to home first,” I tell him, my eyes moving through the doors to focus on Wraith as he walks past carrying a six-month-old Sephy.
Zero tenses his muscles, his body going rigid. “Prinie and Wraith? Getting married? Jesus, I’m only just getting used to the idea of them having a baby. Fuck it! You can’t throw a fucking engagement at me as well.”
I let out a booming laugh as Prinie rushes out, her eyes wide with excitement. “He’s here!”
Zero and I both stop our current conversation as Prinie races back inside as fast as she came out. My eyes flick to Zero.
“Koda!” He takes off before I have a second to say a damn thing.
I smile, enjoying the bond the Walkers have. It’s why I loved being around them growing up. My family was always chaotic. Theirs, even though they belonged to the club, felt like a safe haven. Like you could wrap yourself around them and be embraced in the security, protection, and warmth the Walkers always gave off.
Turning for the door, I walk inside. Koda’s surrounded by everyone. He appears taller. Is that possible? Maybe broader, too? Has he been working out? As I approach, the way he carries himself is different. He’s not slouching anymore. He stands tall, chest puffed out, exuding more confidence than when he was here last.
Seems like New York is doing the kid some good!
But then again, Koda isn’t a kid anymore. He’s turning into a man. This whole thing gave him the chance he needed. The entire reason he left the club in the first place. I walk past, giving him a curt nod as he continues to be assaulted in love by Prinie, Zero back slapping him and chatting Koda’s ear off. Quietly, I slip by, leaving them to their family bonding.
“Neon,” Koda calls out.
I turn, and Koda’s jogging up to me. I raise my brow as he approaches. I didn’t expect him to want to have a chat right now, especially with his family around him, but I’m happy to see how the kid’s progressing.
“Hey, man, how’s school?”
Koda’s hand comes out, subtly placing something in mine, his eyes focused letting me know not to say anything. “I need you to keep this for me.”
I glance down, there’s a thumb drive in my palm. The intensity in his stare tells me there’s a story behind it. “Koda… you in trouble?”
“I’m handling it. But as a backup, just in case, I need you to keep this protected.”
“Koda, do I need to get Zero involved here?”
“No!” His voice raises and catches a little which gains Zero’s attention, so Koda relaxes his intense stance. “Seriously, I’ve got this. They sent me away to prove myself, to be a man, so let me show them I can handle this shit on my own.”
“This is dirt on someone, right?” My eyes shift back down to the thumb drive.
“Maybe.” Koda tries to hide his smirk.
I chuckle. “You can take the kid out of Defiance, but you can’t take Defiance out of the kid.”
Koda shrugs, seeming pleased with himself. “I’m not a kid anymore, Neon.”
I tilt my head, looking him up and down. “I’m beginning to see that now.” I grip his shoulder, sliding the drive into my pocket. “Don’t worry, I’ll look after your secret. But once you’ve handled everything, on your end, I’m gonna want a full report.”
“I hear you.”
“Now, go spend time with Prinie before she explodes.”
Koda laughs, then turns, jogging back over to his family. I guess trouble follows Defiance around no matter where we go. I hope Koda can handle himself. At least he’s sensible enough to have a backup plan. And I know if shit gets too dicey, he’ll call. For now, I’ll sit on this. I need to give the kid a chance to do shit on his own because if he can’t make it through something as simple as college, then he’ll never make it in Defiance.
I grin at the joy circulating through the clubhouse right now, and I make my way upstairs to my room—I have my speech to write. I walk in, heading straight for the desk, roll out the chair, then pull out my laptop. I start typing when the door creeks open.
Oakley strides in, closing the door behind her. “I thought I saw you come up here.”
I tap the desk. She makes her way over, sitting on the edge. I slide my hands up her gorgeous thighs and move myself in between. “I thought you were meant to be with the other girls today?”
“I am, just came to grab a few things we forgot. I’ll need to head back soon, but… I can take a few minutes.” She waggles her brows insinuatingly.
My cock stirs in my jeans instantly. “Well, then… I guess my speech writing will have to wait a little longer.” I stand from my chair in between her legs with a devilish glint in my eyes.
Oakley’s arms wrap around my neck as I slide mine around her waist. “You sure you don’t want me to help you with your speech? It is particularly important, after all.”
“I can think of something far more important to do than having our focus on Zero right now.”
With a smirk, I slam my lips to hers as she giggles. Her fingers glide along my scalp as our tongues go rogue with each other’s. My hands move to her shirt, unbuttoning it while she slides my cut over my shoulders. I let it fall but she catches it, placing it on the desk beside us.
I love how she respects the patch.
I pull her shirt free, and our lips part just enough so she can slide my shirt up over my head. My lips move back to hers as quickly as possible, her fingers running up and down my chiseled chest, then down to my belt buckle. She makes quick work undoing it frantically. My cock is already throbbing as her breathing hitches up a notch. My jeans slide down around my ankles as my dick springs free to greet her.
She bites her bottom lip as I move my fingers to the waistband of her pants, pulling them down along with her panties. She unclips her bra, placing it on the desk next to my cut as we both step out of our shoes.
I move in between her legs, my hands running up and down her gorgeous thighs while leaning in to kiss her. My free hand moves straight to her clit, her folds a
lready slickened like she’s waiting for me as I circle on her. She gasps as my tongue collides with hers.
Oakley grips onto my shoulders as I move my fingers inside of her. Her breathing quickens out of her nose as I push up deep, hitting her walls in all the right places for maximum effect. Oakley moans into my mouth as her walls loosen around me. I’m warming her up and know exactly where to touch her to bring her to the edge.
Pushing in and out, circling around, scissoring my fingers in such a way it has her gasping for air only moments after I’ve started. My cock is aching with the need to be inside of her.
Her hips move in time with my fingers, letting me know she’s enjoying this just as much as I am. Her surrounding me is like a fucking euphoria I can’t stand—kissing her, touching her, and wanting her is all too much.
She’s close.
But I just need to be inside of her—now.
I groan, pulling my lips from hers and stare into her lust-filled eyes. “I can’t wait, I have to fuck you.”
“Then fuck me, Neon,” she whimpers like she’s as needy and desperate as I am right now.
The tone in her voice almost makes me come on the spot. I withdraw my fingers and put them in my mouth. She gnaws on her bottom lip as I grab her scarred thighs, pulling her to the edge of the desk. Giggling, she grabs hold of my shoulders, and I pull her legs up to rest on my hips. Lining myself up with her opening, I move in slowly, my tip just teasing her entry. She moans slightly and wriggles, wanting to take me in fully. I run my length up her folds, teasing her further.
“I want you, Neon.”
“Fuck,” I groan. Hearing Oakley say that has me coming undone, so I slam my lips to hers at the same time I thrust forward to the hilt. She moans into my mouth as my girth stretches her completely, and her warmth envelops me. She gasps as I clench one hand into her ass cheek, the other I move to her face and caress her soft skin.
Pulling back, I slowly thrust forward again, the desk creaking with the movement, but I don’t care. She feels incredible, and as she surrounds me so tenderly, I feel something I haven’t felt between us before. A tenderness, a calmness, and above all else, affection I haven’t felt when we’ve had sex. It’s different. Something is changing. Don’t get me wrong, I love the rough and wild sex we have, but there’s something about this which is fucking incredible. I thrust into her faster.
She brings her leg up a little higher so I can slide in deeper. Fuck that feels good.
Her nails dig into my shoulder as a thin layer of pebbled sweat beads all over my skin with my burning desire. My head is starting to cloud as I pant rapidly through my nose.
Oakley’s body tightens, trembling as sensations overcome her. Her back arches, forcing her breasts against my chest. The feeling of her nipples sliding against my sweat-covered skin with each thrust heightens my pleasure. My body flutters in a wave of heat as Oakley begins to shudder.
She is close.
I sense it.
Her muscles clench as she moans out loud, so I thrust deeper, her fingers clawing as all her muscles suddenly pull tight, an internal explosion rocking through her like a freight train. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vice, making my balls pull up, and a tingle shoots all the way down my spine as she explodes. She sags against me as I continue to thrust while she pants, coming down from her intense orgasm.
I grab her chin, so she can look at me as I continue my movement, moving harder and faster with force. “Look at me, Oakley,” I demand.
She catches her breath, and her golden-brown eyes meet mine. Something inside me sparks as our eyes connect. Something clicks, something ignites, and it makes me want to stay here looking at her entwined like this together forever.
Together, we both move in unison. Her energy coming back as we strive toward my climax.
I move faster, Oakley keeping pace. Our eyes locked, the connection is electric. Sparks shoot off in all directions. I’m sure they’re not visible, but we would be setting this damn place on fire if they were. The chemistry is astonishing.
As I gaze into Oakley’s eyes, my heart is beating as if it only beats for her. I know it’s impossible, but the spark between us is undeniable. I’m feeling something for her, a strong emotional connection. Right now, as I stare into her eyes, I think from the adoration staring back at me, she’s feeling it too.
Thrusting faster, harder, the desk moans along with us as it slams against the wall with our movement. The bookshelf wobbles, and the books begin falling from the shelf above us.
She lifts her leg higher, and I thrust deeper as I grab hold and hoist it over my shoulder, shifting for the perfect angle.
A book falls from the shelf onto the desk beside Oakley, but we keep fucking like our lives depend on it. My balls pull up tighter, a shudder runs down my spine as a heat washes over my entire body with such fucking intensity.
Her nails dig solidly into my shoulder.
Finally breaking eye contact with Oakley, I move my lips back to hers. My kiss is strong and deep as my tongue delves into her mouth taking control. My hips thrust against hers as my cock penetrates even deeper inside her.
Her body begins to tremble again, our skin both covered in a fine sheen of sweat as her muscles tense and her back arches. I tighten my grip on her ass. Her eyes close as her pussy clenches around me so tight it makes my entire body jerk with the pleasure. Her muscles contract, then relax, just in time as her climax sends a wave of euphoria crashing over me. As her pussy continues to spasm, it sends tightness over my cock. It hardens even more, and I come hard inside of her, my body jolting with the force of my explosion, pushing me into her like we’re one.
Panting furiously as I come down from my high, I rest my forehead on her deeply scarred shoulder as I drop her leg and she rests back on the desk. My hands caress every inch of her gorgeous body as I breathe heavily trying to catch my breath.
“You are unbelievable,” I murmur against her shoulder, gently kissing one of her scars. My fingers run along the long line of scars on her stomach. She tenses, trying to move my hand away, and I narrow my eyes on her. “Don’t. Don’t do that. You’re beautiful. Every…” I lean down kissing the scar on her stomach, “… single…” then I move to her thigh, kissing the raised scar running along her skin, “… inch…” then my lips travel to her hips, to the depressed gash, “… of you…” then to her breast where burn marks scar her plump mounds, “… is stunning.” Then I gaze up at her, grabbing either side of her face and pull her in for a kiss.
She grins against my lips, kissing me back gently. Slowly, I withdraw from her, staring into Oakley’s amazing eyes as her fingers caress my hand. “I’m so glad they sent me back to grab… shit, I can’t even remember what it is I’m supposed to get now after that.”
I chuckle, grabbing her ass, pulling her to me, and I lift her off the desk. She wraps her arms around my neck to hold on while I walk us over to the bed. “Now, seeing as you distracted me, it’s only fair you help me write this speech.”
She giggles as I flop her down on the bed. “And I have to be naked while I help you write this speech?”
“This is the way.”
She bursts into hysterics. “Did you just Mandalorian me?”
I shrug with a great big smile on my face. “You knew coming into this I am a nerd, you said it was a turn-on.”
Oakley reaches out grabbing my arm, yanking me to the bed. “Okay, so first words in your speech… Zero is Obi-Wan Kenobi and you’re Luke Skywalker.”
I pull her into my side. “How on earth is Zero Obi-Wan? I should be Obi-Wan if anything… but honestly, I’m fucking turned on that you know Star Wars so well and who they are.”
“Baby, you don’t even have a clue just how geek chic I can get.”
My cock hardens instantly, and I roll onto my side facing her.
Oakley’s eyes widen. “This speech is never going to get written at this rate.”
“I don’t care about the speech. Just talk nerdy to me!”
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br /> She bursts out laughing as I roll on top of her. “Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”
I moan as I line my cock up with her, thrusting up inside of her again.
Damn, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
NEON
The Wedding
The summer sun sets in the aqua sky. There’s a pale smattering of dusky clouds lining the horizon, making this an absolutely perfect evening for a wedding.
Zero’s wearing black slacks, a white shirt, and his best leathers. He even made the rest of us dress the same way for the occasion. For fuck’s sake!
The outside cookout area has been revamped, and the ceremony is taking place by the tall cedar elm by the side fence. Then the signing of the wedding certificate is happening over by the fire pit. The elm is lit up in dangling fairy lights—the night has a magical feel. It’s not often we have a celebration as huge as this one here at the club, so we need everything to go off without a hitch.
The girls spent the night at a hotel being pampered. Zero organized for whatever shit they needed to help them get ready today. I know no matter what, they’re going to look amazing.
Oakley’s driving the bridal party here in her Camaro, so they will arrive in style. I’m looking forward to seeing Cherry all dolled up, but I can’t fucking wait to see Oakley. I just know she’s going to knock my fucking socks off.
Standing back under the elm, I turn to a pacing Zero while Wraith tends to Sephy.
“Everything is gonna be fine,” I tell Zero.
He inhales. “She’s late. What if something’s happened?”
I grip his shoulder. “River, Blake, Nickel, and Phantom are with them. If something is happening, one of them would have let us know. She’s fine. It’s normal for brides to be late.”
He slumps. “I’m worrying over nothing. I want this to be perfect for her. She means—” He stops talking, he’s becoming too emotional, and if there is one thing Zero is not, it’s emotional.