by Crescent,Sam
Saint watched the man leave, and turned to Pipe.
“He seems reasonable.”
“Don’t believe everything you read about them, Saint. Ricky’s a good guy. He just has to do bad things. Like us.”
“Yeah, I had figured that.” He stared at the time, and saw it was a little after eight in the evening. The best chance he had of getting out and being at home with Natasha was not to cause a scene. He couldn’t deny that Ricky was a good guy.
Minutes passed, and finally Ricky came back.
“The men I work for have agreed to let me tell you the truth. I work for the Lorenzo family, and recently they have been maimed and killed. This led back to a guy known as Hoover. We believed we’d killed him, but he’s the only one who would know about the rat poison.”
“What that fuck does that have to do with Sinners’ Corner?”
“Besides the fact this isn’t contained. Once the cops analyze this, it’ll come back to us. We’re being framed, which is why I believe your MCs are clear. This is a fight that is not yours. I am sorry, gentlemen.”
Pipe sat back. “How deadly is this?”
“It’s taken the usual way, Pipe. The only reason it is deadly is if the person actually injects it. Otherwise, it’s just a simple white powder.”
“That’s good to know,” Saint said.
“Thank you for bringing this to me,” Ricky said. “We won’t forget it.”
“I can’t guarantee this isn’t going to be found out,” Saint said.
“But this was brought to us with enough time to handle it. Now, how about dinner?”
****
Natasha decided to stay at the club while she waited for Saint to get back. She sat at the bar nursing a beer, watching everyone within the club.
“You like it here,” Vanilla said, coming to sit beside her.
“I will admit it’s a lot different.”
“You know Saint is crazy about you, right?”
“Yeah, I do. I’m crazy about him as well.”
“Then why are you still wearing your wedding ring?”
She stared down at the ring on her finger, and shook her head. “No, this isn’t mine. It’s my mother’s. Whenever she went away, she always gave me her wedding band so she didn’t lose it. Every year I’d get a visit or her wedding band in the mail. She was always so afraid of it falling off. I’ve not wore my wedding ring since I walked out on Simon. I have no intention of ever going back there.”
“Sorry, my bad.”
She shrugged. “You assumed the worst. You’re trying to take care of Saint, and that I can respect.”
“Thanks. He’ll be back soon. Club business means he has unusual hours.”
“I can see that. I can also see that this club is good for him. He loves it here.”
“It’s in his blood.”
“Let the woman go,” Rage said, coming up behind them.
“Just talking.”
“Everyone seems to want to talk to me tonight. I must be popular.”
“You are,” Rage said, pointing to the barman for a beer. The barman was Road, also known as Liam.
“So what do you want to talk to me about? Have I done something wrong to piss you off? Upset you? What?”
“You’ve done nothing to upset or bother me. I’m just hear having a beer, and thought I’d come see the woman who has been putting a smile on my Prez’s face.”
“Is that the problem?” she asked.
“No. Saint is a very private person, and the fact he’s this way with you, well, it gives me hope for him. He changed this club. I wasn’t around here when you were, but I was when his father was here.”
“How much longer was he here? I left just after our nineteenth birthday.”
“Oh, you’re talking about another seven years I reckon. Saint was twenty-six, I think, when he finally killed his father.”
“Did you witness it?”
Rage shook his head. “No. I just know that he did it.”
Biting her lip, she held her hand up. “I don’t need to know any more of the gory details. I’m good.”
“We all respect him, you know. This club, it’s our home, and this place has our loyalty. It wasn’t always like that.”
“I remember what it was like.” She wrinkled her nose. “As much as it kills me to say this, his dad wasn’t always a bad guy. He was always hard on Saint, knowing that he’d have to take care of the club someday. When Elena and his mom went, his dad changed, snapped. Saint got the brunt of all that change. It sucks that I wasn’t strong enough to stick around to help him. It’s my own fault. I’ve got no one else to blame but myself.”
“I get the feeling you’re not going anywhere now.”
“You’ve got that right. I’m staying right here.” She sipped at her beer, enjoying the company.
“You’re not going to make him choose?”
“Choose?”
“Between you and the club?”
“No, not at all. What? Do the guys think that?”
“It’s been a concern that has been thrown out there. You thinking the club was ruining Saint. He wasn’t ruined.”
“I know that. I was wrong.”
She looked around the room. No one was looking at them, and she rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to make Saint choose. I’m not that girl anymore. I see this is his life. It has been a long time, and I’ve changed as well.” Saint was a monster when he needed to be. She got the sense that he’d gone through life believing he wasn’t good enough, and it was now her mission to show him he wasn’t that. “And I hope he wants me to be part of it.”
“I do,” Saint said.
She spun around and saw him dressed in the sexiest suit she had ever seen on him. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I came around the back, and over there leads to the stairs.”
Natasha bit her lip, staring up and down at his large body. She was starting to sweat a little under the collar. “What’s with the, erm, suit?”
“You don’t like it?”
“Actually, I love it.” She got off her chair and ran her hand up his chest, smiling at him. “I think you should wear this more often.”
Like so many times before, everyone else faded as Saint took her main focus.
“I had some business to attend to.”
“Dangerous business?”
“No, not so much. The way I left, I think we’ve just made a friend for the club.”
“That’s good to know. Friends always make life helpful.”
“Nat, do you have a problem if I take you upstairs and fuck your brains out?” he asked.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Suddenly he turned to the room, whistled, and gained everyone’s attention.
“I don’t know if you’re in the loop, but this woman here, she’s mine. My woman, my old lady, and I demand that you treat her with the respect that she deserves.”
“Saint?”
“What? You got a problem belonging to me?”
“Not at all.”
“Good.” He kissed her temple. “Then shut up and let me finish.”
She chuckled. “You always did like to get your own way.”
“Come on, I want to take you to my room. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
He led her out of the main clubhouse with all the men and women whooping and hooting.
“Oh, Saint, I can’t believe you did that.” He slapped her ass causing her to yelp, and also to giggle. “What are you doing to me?”
He kicked open a door, and placed her on her feet. “I’m going to be loving you.” He pressed her up against the now closed door, and tore at her clothes. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. Saint shoved the shirt off her shoulder as buttons sprayed everywhere. He flicked her bra open, pressing her tits together. “Tonight is not going to be sweet.”
“I don’t always need sweet. I love you, Saint, and I trust you.”
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sp; “Forever.”
“Forever. I’m not leaving again. Not ever.”
“Good, because I’m not going to let you leave this time.”
He slammed his lips down on hers, and she melted against him. Pulling and tugging at his clothes, she rid them from his body, needing him to be as naked as she was.
“I love you, Nat. I love you so fucking much, it never stopped. I fell in love with you when I was five years old.” He cupped her face, staring into her eyes. “I always will.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Why didn’t you ever say this to me?”
He claimed her lips, and she sobbed at how useless she had been. She’d never wanted to leave but felt she had no choice after she’d seen Saint pulling away from her. She’d not been strong enough. She was now. The man she loved wasn’t the man that his father was forcing him to be.
“No more secrets. No more lies, and no more half-truths. From now on, we tell each other the whole truth, nothing held back,” she said.
“Agreed.” Saint moved them toward the bed, and she fell down. Within seconds he had a condom on and was sliding between her thighs. He pushed against her pussy, and she was so aroused that he slipped right inside her.
They both moaned together.
“One day soon, I’m going to take you without the condom, Nat.”
“I look forward to it.”
He held the back of her head, kissing her lips as he rode her pussy, driving in deep. She stared down at where they were connected, gasping as he filled her to the hilt with his cock.
“I love you,” he said.
She was never going to grow tired of hearing that. He pulled out of her, flipped her onto her knees, and slammed deep inside her once again. His hand wrapped in her hair at the same time his other hand slid between her thighs to stroke her clit.
Crying out his name over and over again, Natasha splintered apart in his arms, begging for more.
“Babe, I need to claim your ass tonight. Don’t ask me why but I need all of you.”
“I trust you.”
He pulled out of her pussy, and ordered her to stay on her knees, which she did. He returned with some lube. Smearing some over her anus, she glanced over her shoulder, and saw he was applying some on his own dick.
She closed her eyes, moaning as he pressed the tip against her ass. Without waiting for his instruction, she pushed out, and he slowly eased inside her. He took his time, holding onto her hip as he began to fuck her.
“How does it feel?”
“Hard, a little painful.” She whispered each of the words unable to control the pain and pleasure.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”
“I won’t.”
He leaned down, kissing her neck. Both of his hands went to her shoulders, and with a final thrust all of his dick was inside her. She cried out his name, whimpering as he filled her ass.
“You’ve got all of me.”
“Never let me go, Saint.”
“Never.” He sucked on her pulse, nibbling at the beat. She closed her eyes basking in the pain and pleasure that were consuming them both.
When he started to move, she didn’t know what to expect. Pain, pleasure, disgust. She loved it. She loved being owned by him, being completely taken as he held her in place, and simply fucked her.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
He reached between them, and started to finger her pussy as he rode her ass. She pushed against him, wanting the pleasure that he was giving her.
“Please, please,” she said.
“Come for me, Nat.”
She did at his command, screaming his name.
He rode her ass, and seconds after her own orgasm, she heard and felt as he filled the condom with his cum, his cock pulsing.
Once it was over, he didn’t pull out of her. He wrapped his arms around her, and they fell to the bed.
“That was amazing.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from.” He snuggled in close, and Nat knew without a doubt that she had finally made the right choice.
Saint was hers, and she belonged to him.
Chapter Nine
One month later
It was cold as fuck, and the club was celebrating Natasha’s divorce. Everything had become final last week, and finally they were able to have a party as a celebration. Saint organized everything, and Pea, he was happy for his Prez.
The couple were certainly unique, and they had a bond that went a lot deeper than most of the couples he’d seen or met. They were drawn to each other, and one of them always knew when the other entered a room.
Pea sat on the wall watching the bonfire roar as well as Saint with his arms around Natasha. She leaned back against him, clearly content to be with him.
“It’s kind of weird to see it, don’t you think?” Vanilla said, coming to sit beside him.
“I never thought I’d see the day that Saint settled down, fell in love, and was happy.” He always had a damn scowl on his face, and now he was happy.
“Rage, Pipe, Knife, and Saint. I wonder who is next.”
“Pipe and Knife don’t count. They’re not Saints and Sinners.”
“Please, they’re like family. When the club realizes we’ve gained a club friend rather than a rival, we’ll all get along well.” Vanilla tipped back his beer taking a long swig.
“What about you? Any plans to settle down?”
“No woman can handle me.”
“What about Shannon?”
“She’s fun, but she’d not long term. We both know that.”
Pea shrugged.
“You haven’t been with her in a long time either.”
“She tell you that?” Pea asked.
“Yeah, she said that you’re not the same man-whore, constantly sleeping around. You’re not even interested in finding new sweet-butts.”
Pea stared across the bonfire finding the woman that was constantly in his thoughts. Melissa stood with her sister, and Rage.
They had been married for years, and he’d been there to help her and her sister out. Every now and again they fucked, but it hadn’t meant anything. He enjoyed her company. They had fun together. When he wasn’t at the club, or dealing with club business, they had a lot of fun. He recalled them playing a damn board game, Melissa with a couple of glasses of wine, him with a beer. They spent hours laughing, joking, and enjoying making up words. One thing had led to another, and they’d ended up fucking on the living room floor in front of a roaring fire. That had been over three years ago at Christmas time when snow was heavy on the ground.
“Do you ever think as men we walk around blind always looking for something else rather than truly looking at what we’ve got?” he asked.
“That’s fucking deep,” Vanilla said.
“No, it’s not deep.” He got to his feet and made his way toward Melissa. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he smiled at Rage and Penny. “Sorry to do this, but I’ve got to speak to my wife for a second.”
Moving her away from the crowd, and back inside the clubhouse, he took her up to the room they shared. It had been cleaned since he’d last been here, not wanting to take another woman there.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“There’s something I need to say to you.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t know what is going on, but I’ve not been with another woman in a long time.”
“I’ve not been with a man in a long time either. Apart from you that is.”
“Us, I want to give us a chance.”
Melissa stared at him. “Us? Together? Like a proper couple?”
“What do you say?”
She smiled. It was instant, and she nodded. “I’d love to try that.”
“I don’t know if it will work. I’ve never been faithful before in my life.” You’ve been faithful for months, asshole.
“I’m not going to turn into one of these nagging wom
en, Pea. I know what I signed up for.”
“Good, good, erm, you can’t see any more men.”
“We will both be faithful to each other during this. I get it. I can do that.” She took a deep breath. “Wow, we’re really going to do this.”
“We really are.”
He opened his arms, and she walked right into them. Closing his eyes, he kissed her head, and knew deep in his heart, he’d done the right thing. He could no longer stand the thought of her with another man.
They were going to give it a go.
****
“This is horrible,” Natasha said, wincing as she watched Liam take another hit. He was up against Egg of the Hell’s Wolves, and neither man was looking all that good.
“Road is about to get patched in tonight. All the brothers voted for him, and it’s why Egg is beating the shit out of him. It’s like an initiation.”
“That makes no sense.”
She hugged Saint’s jacket around her, trying to ward off the cold. It had been three months since she’d turned back up in Sinners’ Corner, and being with Saint, it was like she never left. She loved it. Working at Dirty Deeds, meeting Saint either at home or at the club, it was a dream come true.
Many nights when she had lain awake while she was living with Simon, she would think about this kind of life. It made her wonder if she’d been waiting to come back home.
Life was wonderful, and she snuggled against Saint’s side, knowing there was nowhere else she’d rather be. She loved him with all of her heart. For her, loving her sweetheart wasn’t just going to be temporary. He had stolen her heart at a young age, and he never gave it back.
She cried out as Liam took another hit to his side, and then suddenly came out fighting. Egg went down, and held his hand up in surrender.
“Are they okay?” she asked.
“It’s a fight, baby. They’re both probably horny as hell.”
“I don’t see the attraction.”
“Not everyone does. Come on, let’s go and congratulate the newest member.”
Saint released her as he entered the fighting circle. She’d never been part of a club getting patched in.
“I’m so sorry, man,” Liam said.
“You did good. Quiet down,” Saint said. “I think this is only fitting to a man who has earned his patch, and his place with the Saints and Sinners MC.” He shouted the last words ending it on a whoop. She smiled, loving the way they all were together, banded together as a brotherhood of MC.