Black Out

by Lila Rose

  I bit my bottom lip and looked to the ground. I hadn’t. Okay, I had a little. But had it been enough? At the time, I shoved it back, because I knew I didn’t have time for it. Julian needed some reassuring, so I went there first.

  So, did I still need to…lose it?

  I wasn’t sure of the answer.

  “No,” Blue uttered.

  “Dude,” Deanna sighed sadly, “she needs to. I know and Zara knows she needs to get drunk, scream, yell, cry and rant, and she needs her girls with her along for the ride. You can stay, by all means, but it’s gonna get crazy. Because not only are we going to talk about her bitch of a sister, but there’s going to be words about our men, their cocks and how good they give it. Are you ready for that?”

  “Um…” I began. “I’ve never been drunk before.”

  “Holy hot men in tights. Surely you are jesting with me, buttercup?” Julian asked from where he sat across from me.

  “I’m not joking.”

  “Well, shit,” Deanna laughed. “You’re gonna love this, and then your man will love us when he reaps the benefits from having drunk, wild sex with his woman.”

  I gasped. Deanna never held anything back; she bared all and didn’t care what anyone thought. I actually admired that in her, except when I was turning red from embarrassment.

  “Fuck,” Blue complained. “Okay, I guess we’ll both get what we want, eventually.”

  “Blue,” I snapped.

  “What, sugar?”

  “You can’t say things like that.”

  “What the fuck, baby? Hell Mouth just stood there and told me you’re gonna talk about my cock and how good I give it to you, and you want me to keep it clean?”

  “That’s different.” I shrugged.

  “Hell, I’m gonna need reinforcements. I’m ringing the other men. I’ll need a fuckin’ heap of help for this night,” he said, and I listened to his retreating footsteps, which walked right out the front door.

  “Let’s get this party started,” Deanna shouted.

  Somewhere, I heard Mattie sigh and ask, “Why did I call them?” I had to smile. There was so much love in their family, and it bloomed my heart into a full flower, because I was now a part of it.

  A hand touched my arm, and I jumped slightly. “Sorry, honey,” Ivy said, “but I was just wondering if you’re at all scared about this like me.”

  “Maybe just a little,” I whispered.

  “Oh, don’t worry, you two. We’ve only had one incident on a drinking night,” Zara said.

  “What’s that?” Ivy asked what I was thinking.

  “Our little momma bear there got tasered and kidnapped. But in the end, it was all fine and dandy. The man who kidnapped her is Vi’s fella.”

  “Oh, my God,” Ivy breathed. Again, she seemed to voice my thoughts exactly.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Why in the hell did I agree to this again? Oh, right, I was gonna get drunk, wild sex from my woman. At least that I was looking forward to, but this…listening to this, was fuckin’ Hell. No, it was probably worse than Hell.

  It was more like dressin’ in drag and going to a gay bar with Julian.

  Still, in one way, I was glad to be there so I could care for my woman when she was balling her eyes out over her fuckin’ bitch sister. She kept repeating over and over that she’d wasted five fucking years with her. I felt useless when she wouldn’t stop crying, so then I felt like whipping my dick out, goin’ for a surprised reaction and to change the sad mood.

  That was until Zara pried me away from my woman’s arms and told me to let her have time, to let her run through her emotions. So, I did, and I was fuckin’ glad I did, because honestly, it would help the healing process.

  I didn’t know how women knew what each other needed, and I hated to admit Hell Mouth was sure as fuck right. My woman yelled, screamed, cried and yelled some more, and then, like a goddamn crazy lady, her mood would shift and she’d be laughing, clapping and singing with glee that she was going to see again.

  My whole brain was feeling sick from all the whiplash emotions running through the house.

  “Christ, we must love these women,” Talon growled after hearing Wildcat informing her posse that when she was still breastfeeding, one night while she was riding her man, her boobs were so full she ended up squirting milk all over him. Griz and I looked to each other and burst out laughing. “Just wait, bastards.” Talon smiled.

  “Griz and I bought a Kama Sutra book,” Deanna announced.

  “Jesus,” Griz hissed.

  “How’s that going for you, dicksicle?” Julian asked.

  I had never heard so many dirty pet names in my whole life, and that bloody said something, bein’ a biker and all. But Julian’s mouth was worse than all the bikers combined, plus Hell Mouth. There were names such as: fanny-fingerer, fishlips, cock-choker, cum-face, cock-gobbler, turkey-slapper, clit-flicker, scrotum-sucker, muff-diver, cunt-breath, and fuck-face.

  Christ, the list could go on and on, but they were fucked up enough to hear.

  Hell Mouth sighed deeply. “Terrible. Griz is useless in bed.”

  My eyes widened. Griz was out of his seat in the living room in seconds, and he was stomping into the kitchen. “What the fuck you mean by that, woman? You didn’t complain when I was giving it to you hard this morning against the wall. You came hard, like fuckin’ always.”

  “Babe, I was just seeing if you were listening.”

  All the women then burst out laughing.

  “Jesus Christ,” Griz grumbled as he stalked back into the living room and took his spot back on the couch, next to Talon. I was sitting in a chair beside that. “Why didn’t we go out, like Mattie did? They couldn’t have gotten into too much damn trouble.”

  “Mathew was going to his mum’s house. Did you wanna visit Nancy, too?” Talon questioned.

  A shudder ran through us all. We liked the woman good enough, but there were only so many times I liked to be hugged or have my arse pinched.

  “Do you ladies want to hear all about Blue in bed?”

  “Clary,” I yelled. “We’re leaving now.”

  “Just a minute, babe,” she called, and then started to whisper to the group. I was actually kinda scared.

  “Glad you have it now, brother?” Talon asked. I turned to him and smiled.

  “Jealous, so many damn times, but now I know why all those times weren’t it for me. It was because I was meant to wait for one special woman, and that woman is in that kitchen shooting the shit with your women. She was meant for me. She was made for me and to be able to handle the shit she has and come out strong on the other side to be able to handle me.” I laughed to myself as I leaned forward to grab my beer bottle off the coffee table. I sat back in the chair and added, “She was even made to fit with everyone already in our family. She’s fuckin’ perfect.”

  I looked up in time to see a female form run at me. I had just enough time to move the bottle out to the left before I had my woman straddling my waist and her hands tangled in my hair.

  “Thank Christ that worked, or I would have made a fool of myself.” She giggled. “But Ivy pointed me in the right way, because I wanted to run to my man and tell him to take me home to fuck me stupid.” Her drunk smile lit up her face.

  I chuckled. “I guess you just heard what I said?”

  “Oh, yeah, babe, and I want to show you how perfect I think you are by being naked in the next few seconds, and sucking you like you’ve never been sucked before.”

  Holy motherfuckin’ shit.

  I just knew she was going to regret saying that shit in front of people, but Christ, my dick just bounced up like it was a dog which had been called by its master.

  Placing the beer on the ground, I stood with my woman in my arms and announced to the room, “We’re outta here.” Laughter and catcalls sounded, but I ignored them all and walked to the door as my woman attacked my neck with her mouth and tongue. Opening the door, I
stepped out just as Killer was coming up the walkway.

  He looked up and started chuckling. “Good night?”

  “You could say that, brother. Good luck in there. You’re gonna need it.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Shit, how drunk are they?”

  “Gone.”

  Clary unlocked her mouth from my neck to whine, “Blue, why aren’t we naked yet?”

  Killer smiled but shook his head. He continued up the way and I heard him open the door, and then Ivy yelled, “My man’s here!”

  The whole way across the road and into the compound, Clary kept attacking me, from one side of my neck to the other, and then my lips. I gave her the attention she was after by kissing her back, but I still had to keep an eye open to see where we were heading, or we’d be flat on the floor.

  She moaned around my mouth and rubbed her sweet body up and down mine. Her hot centre slid over my cock, teasing it more to life. I was already pretty hard havin’ my woman maul me like she was. I had never seen Clary so aggressive before. All I knew was that it was a huge bloody turn-on, and I was already thinkin’ of the next time I could get her drunk.

  Still, even normal sex was outta this world with my woman.

  I just hoped I’d last more than five fuckin’ seconds; she had me that worked up. I could easily blow my load already.

  At least we made it safely to our room. I had the door closed before she climbed off me and quickly stripped outta her clothes. I was stunned she moved so fast. I was still dressed when she came at me again.

  She pouted and said, “You’re not naked.” Her hands ran over my body, fixing that problem. She knocked me in the head when she pulled my tee from my body, and she nearly dragged my dick from my body as she gripped it when she was discarding me of my jeans and boxers.

  I’d never had to protect myself during sex so much.

  “Babe,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my naked waist. “I wanna try wall sex. That sounded like fun. But do you want head first?”

  “Sugar, a BJ would be goddamn awesome.”

  “Yay, I like sucking your dick.”

  I chuckled. “I’m fuckin’ glad you do.”

  Her hands slid down my legs as she got to her knees in front of me. At the first touch of her hot, wet tongue on the tip of my cock, I hissed. She circled it with her tongue before she opened her mouth, guarding her teeth with her lips as she slowly glided her mouth over my hard erection.

  “Damn, sugar,” I groaned, my head falling back. The feel of her mouth was driving me insane. I looked back down as she picked up speed, watching as she bobbed her red head up and down on my cock. She worked it like I’d never had before. While sucking, she’d drag her tongue around and around.

  She pulled back and worked her way down on the bottom of the shaft to my balls, where she took them in hand and gently tugged them forward to wrap her mouth around both at the same time.

  “Holy fuckin’ shit,” I growled. I bent, slid my hands under her arms and dragged her body up. Turning, I slammed her against the wall, picked up her arse and slid straight into her. Her head fell back and she moaned, only it turned into a purr when I started to move within her tight, drenched pussy.

  “Yes, Blue, yes. Oh, God, fuck me harder,” she cried.

  My balls were already drawing up in my body, and yet I pistoned into her harder and faster. My lips went to her neck; an urge, a need had me sucking on her there, marking her.

  She was mine.

  Pulling away, I looked to the ceiling and groaned, “Fuck, baby, fuck. I’m gonna come soon.”

  “Yes, hell, yes, me, too. Me, too.”

  I wasn’t sure if I could wait for her to reach it on her own, so I took one hand off her arse, pushing her into the wall more, causing her to whimper. Moving back slightly, I brought my hand around and touched her clit.

  That was all it took.

  She cried out and her walls clamped around my cock just in time before I blew my seed straight into her pulsating pussy. All of it ripped a growl from my chest as I emptied the last of it inside her.

  Totally and utterly wiped, I supported my woman in my arms and took her to the bed as she tried to catch her breath.

  I was fuckin’ fighting my own body; it seemed to lack a heap of oxygen. For a second, I lay down beside her, resting myself. “Christ,” I breathed.

  “Tell me about it,” she sighed.

  “Tomorrow, baby, we’re sleeping at my house,” I told her as I got out of bed to head to the en-suite. We both needed sleep. It had been a monster of a day, and I didn’t think Clary was moving anytime soon.

  “You have a house?” I heard her ask.

  Laughing as I walked back out of the bathroom with a warm washcloth in my hand, I said, “Yeah, sugar.”

  “But I thought you lived here.”

  “No way, baby.”

  “But…you’re always here.”

  “Sugar,” I smiled; she just hadn’t caught on, “it’s because you’re here. Until your shit was over, I wasn’t leaving you and going to sleep elsewhere. At least now your shit is over.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, baby. They’re both in jail now. They’ll have a hearing, but honestly, with the evidence against both of them and with all the fuckin’ witnesses, I doubt they’ll get out any time soon. And I doubt they’ll need you to stand as witness in the courtroom.”

  “That would be good if I could miss that.” She paused for a moment before she whispered into the room, “I don’t ever want to see her again, Blue. Is that terrible? She’s my sister, and I never want to see her again.”

  “No, sugar. That ain’t terrible. If anything, it’s fuckin’ sweet for you to even think it’s terrible after what she’s done to you.”

  “You’re perfect, Blue.”

  “So are you, Clary. Now, open wide so I can clean you up.” She shifted a goddamn centimetre. Laughing, I helped her move her legs farther apart so I could wipe her clean. I threw the washcloths to the floor and laid down next to my woman who moaned, and it didn’t sound like a good one. I got back up and went to grab her a glass of water. Crawling back on the bed, I leaned over to kiss her back.

  “Blue, I don’t feel too well,” she whined. I chuckled and kissed her temple. “Hmph, don’t touch me,” she mumbled into the mattress.

  “Sugar, you need some water.”

  “I’ll take it through a drip.”

  Hell, she was cute.

  “I’m never drinking again,” she complained one last time, and then started snoring.

  Shaking my head and smiling, I put the water on the bedside table. Rearranging her body without her waking, so she was under the sheet instead of on top, I slid in next to her, bringing her back to my front.

  Life, right then, could not have been sweeter.

  The following week was magical. When I woke after my first night of drinking, it felt like a rubbish truck had driven over me and dumped all their haul in my mouth. It took me half the day to feel half-normal, and then the other half was spent hiding from everyone when I remembered I nearly raped my man at Julian and Mattie’s house.

  Still, the night was exactly what I needed.

  That was when I remembered Blue saying something about going to his house. I had honestly thought he lived at the compound, but when I thought of when he said he was only sleeping there because I was, I swooned for my man even more.

  After putting up with some of his own teasing for the day and finding I had a huge hicky on my neck, I demanded he take me to his house and look after me while I recovered from my drunken night.

  He did.

  The only thing I wished was that I could see it. Though, it wouldn’t be long until I could. When Monday came, Nancy came around to Blue’s early and sat with me as I made a call, with my heart beating wildly, to book an appointment with a doctor for the operation I should have had five years before.

  I was nervous.

  Still, I couldn’t wait.

  I was ready to see
many things.

  I was ready to see all my new friends.

  And Blue.

  Giddy was an understatement when I thought of being able to see my man. I was over-the-moon happy, filled with so much joy.

  Blue came with me to my appointment and held my shaking hand as the doctor informed me the operation would be a day procedure in the outpatient’s unit, and would go ahead in a week’s time. But after it, there would be a period of healing with patches over my eyes. He wasn’t sure how long that would take, but he gave us a rough estimate of a week or two. Nothing he said bothered me. If the conclusion was I would be able to see, I didn’t care what I would have to go through. The consultant, Mr Wellis, couldn’t understand why I didn’t have the operation after the accident and I’d come out of the coma. Honestly, I didn’t want to go through it all. Blue must have sensed that, because he stated, “Personal issues. We’ll just leave it at that.”

  So I was booked in, and since I was really getting a normal life back, I had to make some other changes in my life, as well.

  Blue had come home to his house to find Zara and Ivy with me. We were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, and Ivy had her laptop with her so we could check out some rental properties around the area. My lawyer had rang that morning with the answer to the question I’d asked him about two days prior. He was allowing the early release on my inheritance for the hospital bills and finding myself a place to settle down in. He was appalled with what I had been through, so he was happy to help me in some way. “Besides,” he said, “it’s your money in the end anyway. You’re just getting it a little early.” That was when I asked how much money. He cleared his throat and said, “Two million dollars.” I had been standing in Blue’s kitchen, leaning against the island bench, but when he said that, my bottom was on the floor. Shocked was definitely an understatement at that point in time.

  Anyway, I was sitting with Zara and Ivy as they told me about a few possible choices around the area. I was leaning toward the three-bedroom brick home, and was voicing that when Blue came around the corner and into the kitchen. I knew it because that was when he yelled, “What in the fuck is goin’ on?”