by Joanna Blake
I pulled my pants off and lined my cock up with her silky folds. I put one hand on her ass and grabbed her hair with the other.
“Fuck!”
I grunted as I slid deep inside her with one thrust. I was going to fuck her hard. Later I’d be gentle. But I was still scared from finding the house empty. Still furious at how helpless that made me feel.
“Hmmm… Christ, Michelle, you shouldn’t feel this good.”
She whimpered as I pulled her hair back a little more, arching her back. She looked hotter than the fourth of July in that position.
Not that she didn’t ever look less than scorching.
For a long time the only sounds in the room were our flesh slapping together as I rode her hard. I had started out wanting to punish her with my cock. Now, I just couldn’t help myself.
I was fucking my heart into her. Fucking safety into her. Fucking my goddamn soul as far as I could get it into this perfect, precious woman.
The woman I loved.
“Fuckkk!”
I hissed as I started coming. It felt like a freight train full of lightening riding up my shaft and exploding into the best place on earth. Into her.
She was shaking and shivering all over my cock, coming hard. She was so wet that I was able to go faster and deeper than ever before.
Christ, I actually felt like I might pass out from the pleasure of her tight pussy creaming all over my cock.
She was still trembling when I pulled out a few minutes later. I didn’t want to. But I had to untie her.
I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable for even a second.
We lay there, tangled up in each other’s limbs as our bodies cooled and our breathing evened out.
I turned her to face me, pushing her hair away from her beautiful face.
“Are you still mad?”
“No babe. But we have to talk.”
“About what?”
“I want to make this official.”
“You do?”
I nodded slowly, running my fingers over her still trembling flesh.
“I want to marry you, Michelle. But you’ve got to let me keep you safe. Both of you. Okay?”
“Are you sure, Mason?”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life. I fucking love you.”
She smiled suddenly and the room filled with light. My heart did too.
“Then yes, I will marry you, Mason Saint James. Because I love you too.”
I pulled her close and kissed her hard. As hard as I wanted. As often as I wanted. She was my woman now. And soon we’d make it permanent.
“Will you tell me why you were so scared?”
I sighed, rubbing her back.
“We’re partners now. I owe you that. But it’s not a happy story.”
Her eyes got really wide.
“And it’s not over yet.”
“Somebody wants to hurt you?”
“Not me exactly. But they killed Connor’s partner. A bunch of bikers. And they threatened Cassie.”
I took a deep breath.
“And last week, they killed one of the Raiser’s old ladies.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Michelle
He held me tenderly in the bath, his huge frame even warmer than the water.
“Don’t ever do that again.”
He squeezed me. I nodded.
“Okay.”
“I need to know where my girls are at all times.”
“I know.”
And I did know. He’d finally told me the whole story. And I felt the same fear he did. But not fear for myself. Fear for Paton and fear for him.
As usual, he seemed to read my mind.
“Don’t worry, Kelly is off the radar so her place is safe. And even if they knew about her, I’m pretty sure Cain is keeping both eyes on her. Not to mention that her big brother is an FBI agent.”
“Okay.”
I snuggled a bit and felt his cock thicken against my lower back.
He groaned, making that sexy, almost painful sound I knew so well. He wanted to fuck, but he wanted to take care of me more. I knew he probably thought he’d hurt me or something ridiculous.
Little did he know how much I’d liked it.
Apparently, Mason had been celibate even longer than I had. But he told me that wasn’t why he was so insatiable. He said it was all me.
I wiggled my hips restlessly. I was turned on too. I always was around him.
Besides, my bottom was barely even sore. And my lady parts were more than okay.
“Michelle…”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure? I was pretty rough on you earlier.”
“No. It was perfect.”
He groaned and gave in. I felt his fingers veer down to my pussy, holding it open as he pushed into me from behind. I was still slick inside, even after soaking in the hot tub for so long.
“Oh…”
It was hard to form sentences but what I was thinking was ‘thank you.’
I gripped the edge of the tub as Mason started working on me from beneath. He held my hips firmly as he inched his way deeper. Then he started slow, hard thrusts without pulling too far out of me.
It felt heavenly.
The tingles were already zinging all over my body when his hands moved up to my breasts. I gasped as he rubbed his calloused thumbs over my hard nipples, making my pussy clamp down on him instinctively.
He had his tempo now. A little faster, a little harder. Bath water splashed all over the place with each thrust.
And then he slid one hand down to my clit. His finger brushed my most sensitive spot once. Twice.
My body arched out of the tub as the orgasm hit me. I stared blindly at the ceiling as I convulsed, turning my limbs to jelly. I sank back into the tub, still shaking.
Still coming.
Mason kept fucking me through it all. Kept toying with my tits and my clit. Kept the steady rhythm of his hips.
I never really stopped coming over the next twenty minutes or so. But when I felt his shaft expand inside me, I knew we were about to come together. Hard. The sexy moan he made in my ear was enough to send me over the edge.
Mason hissed in pleasure as he came, his hands holding me firmly in place on his cock. I knew he wanted to make a baby. He’d told me many times late at night when he held me close in between making passionate love to me.
I hadn’t said anything yet but I had stopped taking my pill. Three days ago, to be exact.
As his seed flooded me I smiled. This could be it. This could be the start of another child.
“I have to tell you something.”
Mason was half-dressed and standing behind me, combing my long wet hair for me. I loved when he did things like that. Taking care of me. He was so good at it.
Our eyes met in the mirror. He didn’t say a word, just cocked his eyebrow.
“I went off my pill.”
He stared at me for a half second. I thought he might be scared. Or angry. I realized I probably should have told him in advance.
My heart was racing as our eyes connected in the mirror.
And then he smiled. A smile of pure joy that lit up his craggy, impossibly handsome face.
He let out a whoop and pulled me into his arms. He lifted me up, squeezing me hard. Then he kissed me, finally setting me back on my feet.
“I wasn’t sure you wanted to…”
I poked his chest and smiled up at him.
“You dropped enough hints.”
“Well maybe I wasn’t subtle. I didn’t know if you wanted a family with an old coot like me.”
“With you? I want everything.”
He closed his eyes and I saw that he was close to tears. His eyes were shining as he leaned his forehead against mine.
“Me too, Michelle. I want everything too. In fact…”
He lowered himself to his knee and took my hand.
“Will you marry me, Michelle?”
He reached into his jeans and pulled out a box. The tears started flowing before he even opened it. Inside was a ring. It was simple, a plain gold band with a square cut emerald on top. It was classic and subtle but oh so sparkly.
It was perfect. Not that it mattered. I would have married Mason if he offered me a rubber band to wear on my finger.
“Yes. Yes, Mason. I will marry you.”
He slid the ring onto my finger and stood, pulling me close. He caressed my face with one hand, and my ass with the other.
“Well, aren’t I the luckiest sonofabitch alive?”
Six Months Later
Mason
The backyard was filled to capacity. Friends, family and, of course, plenty of the Untouchables were there to watch us tie the knot. Everyone had to scoot past Michelle’s new car to get back here, and her old one. It still had on the boot.
I kept trying to get rid of it, but my soon-to-be wife was sentimental about that sort of thing.
Shorty was standing at the back door in a black suit, waiting to walk Michelle down the aisle. Connor and Cassie were there with their new baby, and Daniella was the flower girl in her pretty white dress.
Well, one of them.
Paton was a little nervous, she had confided to me. But she didn’t want her mother to know. She didn’t want Michelle to worry. None of us did.
Not just because it was her big day.
Mostly because of the baby she was carrying.
It had not been an easy pregnancy so far and the doctor had told us it might be her last. That didn’t matter to me. I just wanted her safe and sound.
I felt guilty every time the doctor got a worried look. The baby seemed to be alright, but Michelle’s blood pressure had been all over the place. I was cooking without salt, healthy organic food for my woman and my child. My adopted child as well, naturally.
That’s right. Paton was officially mine now too.
So when the music started, I got to watch my two daughters walk down the aisle. One goddaughter and one adopted daughter, neither of which I could have loved any more than I already did.
Not even if they’d been my own flesh and blood.
Not even if I’d given birth to them myself.
Kelly and Cassandra were beautiful bridesmaids in pale blue. Connor and Cain were my best men, both wearing light gray suits. And Besos was the ring bearer.
It was perfect.
Or at least it would be if we could keep Connor from tearing Cain to shreds every time he looked at Kelly. And the man wasn’t really looking anywhere else.
But none of that was my problem. Today, I was watching my all dreams come true. Every single damn one of them.
I smiled and nodded, openly grinning for the adorable flower girls and Cass and Kelly.
The moment Michelle stepped out of the back door and onto the deck, my perceptions shifted dramatically. The wedding was no longer just perfect.
It was heavenly.
She took Shorty’s hand as he helped her down the steps leading to the patio, where the temporary aisle began.
An angel was walking towards me with all the love in the world shining in her eyes.
She was mine. This angel walking towards me in a simple white gown was mine.
Her long auburn hair was lifted at her temples, falling gracefully over her shoulders. Her beautiful face had just traces of makeup, with her lips tinted a pretty berry.
The swollen curve of her belly only served to make her more beautiful.
She had given me everything. Her love. Her daughter. And now another child.
Not to mention the woman still made me want to break the bed. I imagined she always would.
Of course, she wasn’t working at the Jar anymore. Having a difficult pregnancy, it wasn’t worth the risk she’d overtire herself being on her feet all day like that. She’d spent the past few months earning her GED and looking after Pate and the animals. And in just a few weeks, she was starting college.
But she was still working for the family business.
As of right now, she’d taken over doing my books. She came in a few times a week and sat in my comfy chair to organize me. She told me she’d always had a flair for math, and she hadn’t been exaggerating.
I loved the days she came in, with me driving her back and forth of course.
I told her she looked like a queen overseeing her kingdom.
The Jar was ours now. I’d put her name on everything. The house. The bar. The bank accounts.
Hell, if I could I’d tattoo her name directly onto my heart.
I stood there, transfixed as Shorty placed her hand in mine. Then I smiled, and pressed a quick kiss on her lovely lips.
“Generally, we wait until after the ceremony for the kiss.”
The crowd laughed as Reverend Davies gave me a stern look. He didn’t mean it though. The man might have a collar, but he wore it under his leather.
That’s right, our club had our very own holy man.
The man might be religious but he was a gearhead through and through. One of our best mechanics. He’d taught me a thing or two when I was new to the club. He liked to bless the bikes he worked on too.
Holy man or not, the man loved making a joke at my expense. Not that I was surprised. We’d been taking the piss out of each other for almost twenty years now, why should it stop for my wedding day?
He winked at Michelle and cleared his throat.
“We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Now, I’ve known Mason for a long time, and I will be honest. I would never have predicted this day. You, young lady, are a miracle worker.”
He cleared his throat again and I smirked. I knew he wanted to take a nip of whiskey from his pocket flask. But he was trying to be respectful.
“Not only do you look like a bona fide angel of mercy, you lucky sonofabitch” he said to me under his breath, before turning back to Michelle. “But you have taught this man that he has value. That he deserves love. Something the rest of us have known all along.”
I felt a sudden wetness in my eyes, completely unexpected. I had known he’d make a few jokes at my expense, but something like this? It hadn’t even crossed my mind that the surly Rev would try and get me by making me cry.
He winked at me and continued.
“So Michelle, now I have to ask you. Don’t feel pressured to say yes. There are always older and more distinguished fish in the sea.”
I coughed to cover my laugh, amazed that he was hitting on my bride mid-ceremony.
“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better and for worse, in sickness and health until death do you part?”
“I do.”
He turned to me.
“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better and for worse, in sickness and health until death do you part?”
“I do.”
My voice was a bit huskier than usual, the emotions raw and real and obvious for everyone to hear. Michelle was smiling at me though. And that beautiful smile made everything alright.
Every. Damn. Time.
“Well then, I suppose I have no choice but to pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”
I pulled her close and dipped my head to hers. I kissed her soft lips gently, trying to control the passion that rose up whenever she was in my arms.
The crowd whooped and hollered but I wasn’t done kissing my wife. I slanted my lips over hers and even used a little tongue. I didn’t have a choice about it. Cheering turned to laughs and a fair bit of ribbing. None of that mattered.
My wife was in my arms, and dammit, I was going to kiss the hell out of her.
DARE ME
Six Years Ago
Kendall
The stadium shook with the screams of thousands of women. Mostly teenage girls, but not all of them. There were plenty of cougars and MILFs out there too.
Kendall kne
w, because he actually read the fan mail on his Facebook page and Insta account. Or he used to, until some of it gave him nightmares.
The opening act left the stage and the audience got even louder.
They were beside themselves, almost like animals.
Animals who were about to be fed fresh, delicious, boy band meat.
Backstage, it was a different matter altogether.
“Put the fucking glasses on.”
“They want to connect with us, not stare at a fucking fashion spread!”
Kendall knew the other guys felt the same way. But they were scared. They didn’t have the same pull as he did. He was the lead singer. It was his job to face off with their manager.
“And I’m not wearing baby fucking blue.”
“You didn’t used to care.”
“I was fifteen, you moron. I’m a fucking adult now!”
The older man scoffed, crossing his arms over his beer gut with a sneer.
“You are eighteen. That means we have to card the groupies we send back. I swear to God, Kendall. You are swimming in mega bucks and teenage snatch and this is how you thank me?”
“I don’t need your fucking help, Morey.” He smirked. “Not in either of those departments.”
“You get out there and perform or you are in breach of contract!”
A sarcastic British voice cut through the sound of Morey’s nasal whine.
“Knock, knock.”
Everyone turned to stare at the open doorway to the green room. Kendall felt the tension leave his body, grateful for the interruption.
Finally, something to shut Morey up.
“Hey man, is this a bad time?”
Bruce and Nick stood in the doorway. They were two of the most famous rock stars in the world, and two of Kendall’s best friends.
They were mentors really. Sort of like a training program for celebrities. The world they all lived in as musicians was off the charts crazy and excessive.
His ‘big brothers’ had taught him everything he knew about navigating fame, and what to do with the rest of his career.
First step: get out of the boy band business.