An Honest Mistake

by L. Grubb

  “Yeah!” I shout back, wiping the sweat from my eyes with the sleeve of my thin, cotton sweater.

  “What are you doing?” he says when he opens the door. I must look awful, he’s looking at me with a raised brow and a slight smirk.

  “Cleaning.” I smile at him. “It was messy as shit.”

  He chuckles before saying, “You live in this room too, princess, wasn’t just my mess.”

  I throw a glare at him before continuing with picking up his dirty laundry. Gross.

  “Are you just going to stand there, Cobra? Or help me clean your shit up?” I say at him, exasperated. He doesn’t answer so I turn to stare at him, and he’s standing, hands in pockets, with a half smile on his face, swaying back and forth on his feet. “Well?”

  “Nah, you look sexy all sweaty like that.” He looks me over from head to toe, licking his lips.

  “Nuh uh, no nooky. I need to clean this place so its habitable.” I try to shove him toward the bedroom door. “Clear out, buddy.”

  He just stands stock still, staring at me with a smoldering look in his eyes. “I can just eat you all up, baby.”

  I sigh and throw my hands in the air. “You are insatiable, do you know that?”

  He stalks toward me, eyes burning with desire. I back away but end up falling on the bed. He’s soon on top of me, pinning my arms above my head.

  I swallow a large gulp, staring at his darkened eyes. “Dominic.”

  “Yes, princess?” His voice is all low and husky, dangerous even. So freakin’ hot.

  “I need to clean…” I don’t get to finish my sentence. He presses his lips to mine in a mouth watering kiss that makes my toes curl. I moan loud at the back of throat as he presses his erection into my core. I’m drenched, I can feel my panties sticking to me from my juices.

  “Dom…”

  “Shh, princess. Let me love your body,” he whispers seductively against my lips.

  “But your stitches…” I mention, pointing to his wounded side.

  “They’ll survive,” he licks his lips as he appraises me, eyes flashing with pent up desire.

  That soon shut me and my protesting up. He captivates my mouth in a slow and harrowing kiss, our tongues mingling together in a tantalizing dance.

  I feel one of his hands leave mine from above my head, lazily making it’s way down my arm, my face, my neck, to the underside of my breast before making small circles around my nipple, making me shiver in pleasure.

  I feel his smile against my lips as his hand moves over my abdomen, stroking softly down to my waistband. My eyes flutter closed to the multitude of sensations running over my skin and through my veins.

  His lips move from mine, languidly kissing my jaw before making their way down my neck and back up to the special spot behind my ear.

  His other hand leaves my wrists and make quick work of going to my jeans, pulling them roughly down my legs. I didn’t feel him pop the button or unzip them, I’m so far gone that any contact will have me screaming his name at the top of my lungs, not giving a flying shit if anyone hears or not.

  Climbing off me, he pulls my jeans the rest of the way off before sitting me up and removing my thin sweater, which has now stuck to me. I hear him hiss when he notices I have no bra on and seconds later he’s back on top of me, sucking on my left nipple. I moan and fist my hands in his hair, holding him to me, and he nibbles and sucks in excruciating slowness.

  I pull his head away, unable to take anymore. I just need him inside me.

  “I need you, Dominic.”

  Blowing out a breath with half closed eyes, he undoes his faded Levi’s and lowers himself onto me, holding himself up with his elbows. “Ready for me, princess?”

  I don’t get a chance to reply before he buries himself inside me. I grip his broad shoulders, digging in my nails and letting go. I don’t get the usual build up I crave before exploding, it comes immediately and I scream his name, “Dominic!”

  “Holy fuck!” he shouts before kneeling, pulling up one of my legs and thrusting hard into me. I grab a fistful of bedsheets, holding on for a hell of a ride. I can tell the pain in his sides is affecting him, his face contorts into a pained expression. I’m guessing the stitches are rubbing and pulling, but he doesn’t relent.

  I shake my head from side to side, knowing I am going to come undone again, this time harder. The climb up the pleasure ladder makes my legs tremble. Cobra holds my hips down to stop me moving and fucks me harder and harder. I explode, blinding lights shine behind my eyelids and I come, screaming in unadulterated euphoria. Seconds later, he follows shouting my name into the quiet room, his dick pulsing deep within me. I can feel his seed filling me, the warm sensation making me shiver in satisfaction.

  He rolls to the side, hand over his eyes and breathing heavily. “Fuck me, babe. That was sensational.”

  I giggle because I was going to say the exact same thing. I turn on my side, laying my head on his chest and throwing an arm over his stomach. I sigh contentedly and draw small patterns over his defined abs.

  “What you thinking, princess?” he asks me in a lazy voice. I can feel his eyes staring at the top of my head.

  “Just that you’re amazing,” I reply, smiling into his chest.

  “I can feel you smiling, and I already know I’m amazing.” He strokes my hair before moving his arm down to tickle my back. Mmmm…that’s so good.

  “So tired,” I murmur, already drifting off into slumber.

  “Sleep, princess. I got you.” He kisses the top of my head before resting his head back against the pillow.

  Chapter 19

  Cobra

  Light is shining through my closed eyes as I wake from my peaceful stupor. I open my eyes to the sunlight streaming through the crack in the curtains.

  Turning on my side to cuddle Alexis, I notice that she’s gone and the bed is cold. Where the hell is she? I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes, stretching and cricking my neck, wincing from the slight pain in my side, and climbing from the warm, comfy bed.

  I go to my dresser and grab a pair of surfer shorts out, stumbling into them before leaving the room to find my girl.

  I enter the main room and it’s quiet, not a soul in sight. What time is it anyway? I look at the clock behind the bar and notice it’s only eight in the morning and groan in displeasure. Too fucking early.

  I hear chattering coming from the kitchen area, just behind the bar and decide to check it out.

  I come to a stop at the doorway and listen through the closed door.

  “Alexis, listen to what you’re saying. Are you sure?” I hear Lauren ask.

  “Yes, Lauren. I love him. I can’t help it. I’ve tried fighting the feeling but I can’t deny it to myself. It’s fucked up, I’m not ready for love. Not after Riley,” Alexis replies in a solemn tone.

  “Riley was a long long time ago, babes. It’s time to shove that shit in the closet and slam the door in its face. You deserve to be happy.”

  “He’s not the committed relationship type. Come on, he even told me that!” Alexis says, exasperated with the conversation.

  She fucking loves me. My heart pounds in my chest at hearing her confessing this to her best friend. A warm sensation flows through my veins, knowing I love her too. She needs to be my Old Lady.

  “Morning, ladies,” I say, deciding this is a better time than any to enter.

  Alexis is frozen to the spot with an expression of a deer caught in headlights. Lauren hides a chuckle behind her hand before turning to grab her coffee from the center island.

  “I’ll leave you love birds to it.” She snickers, winking at Alexis before scurrying from the kitchen.

  “How much did you hear?” Alexis whispers, looking down at her bare feet.

  “I heard you loved me.” I just stand there, staring at her sheepish expression.

  “Oh.” She shuffles her feet, uncomfortable with the whole conversation and being caught.

  “Why do you look so uncomfortable?�
�� I ask her, moving toward her.

  “I know you’re not the type to love, to be in a relationship…blah blah blah. I remember you telling me. I fought this feeling, well, I tried to anyway.” Her cheeks flush red at her admission, but I smile wide, teeth on show.

  “Alexis, I love you too,” I say to her, lifting her chin up with my left finger and thumb, looking into her eyes.

  “You do?” she asks skeptically, furrowing her brows trying to make sense of it.

  “Yes, princess, I do. My heart seems to beat faster around you. My stomach rolls in delight when I’m near you. My eyes sting from your beauty. I love you, princess. Trust me when I say that because I do. I want you to be my Old Lady,” I confess, laying it all out on the table for her.

  Jesus, why am I so nervous about telling a chick my feelings? Does it make me less of a man? No!

  Yeah, I’m fucking pussy-whipped, and I don’t give a shit. I’ll shout it from the rooftops if she asked me to. I maybe a bad ass biker, but that doesn’t make me emotionless.

  “I feel the same. I get butterflies when you talk to me, or even just hold my hand. Cobra, I would love to be your Old Lady, even if I don’t understand the proper meaning of it. I just want to be with you,” she replies, her eyes shining all the love she has, a shy smile playing on her lips. Fuck me, this girl is smokin’.

  “I’d take a bullet for you, princess. Again. Fuck, I’ll take anything for you.” I stroke my fingers down her cheek as a lone teardrop falls from her eye. I wipe it away with my thumb before pulling her to my chest. I wrap my arms around her waist and bury my face into her neck, sighing with happiness.

  At that precise moment, Kristine came waltzing in, whistling a happy tune. She immediately stops when she sees me and Alexis in a tight embrace. “Sorry for interrupting, Prez wants some coffee,” she says, a sly smile on her lips.

  “It’s okay, we’re going to the garden anyway, I need a smoke,” I reply, pulling away from Alexis and immediately missing her soft curves against me.

  Alexis laughs slightly, curving her lips into an amusing smile. I snag her hand and lead her out of the kitchen and back to the main room, where the brothers are starting to fill the space.

  We stop by Lauren and Champ’s table and say our good mornings and all that shit before I turn to Alexis and say, “Wait here, babe. I have to grab something.”

  I kiss her tenderly on the lips, brushing over them softly. She smiles when I pull away, and I turn to walk toward the Prez’s office.

  His office is next to the church room, with a wood framed door and clear glass. I knock lightly when I see he’s sitting, looking through some papers.

  “Come in, VP!” he shouts.

  I walk in and close the door behind me before taking a seat in the leather back chair in front of his desk.

  “Prez.” I nod my head in greeting to him. “I need to ask for something.”

  “Go ahead, boy. What is it you want?” He leans back in his worn office chair and rests his hands on his toned belly and propping a knee up on his other.

  “I need a cut for my Old Lady.”

  His face is a picture. Wide eyes, jaw slack and mouth wide open.

  “Why do you look so surprised?”

  “Holy crap. I never thought I’d see the day when you would finally settle for one woman.” He laughs, getting up and moving to his steel cabinet by the window.

  He pulls out a leather cut and walks over to hand it to me, pride written all over his face. “I already have one waiting for you, VP. I’ve been waiting for this day since we took you in.”

  I take the cut and look it over. Perfect. And it’s the perfect size, I think, for Alexis. On back it says property of the Crusaders MC, with our skull and motorbike logo. On the front it has two patches on each side. One says Old Lady and the other says Crusaders VP.

  Makes me proud and honored to hold and see this. I can’t wait to see what it looks like on my girl.

  “I’m proud of you, kid.” He smiles, sitting back down behind his desk. “Don’t tell that to anyone.”

  I laugh and stand, moving toward the door with a spring in my step. “Thank you, Prez. It means a lot to hear you say that.”

  “Don’t mention it again, VP,” he warns.

  I bellow a laugh and walk out of the office and back to the main room.

  Alexis is sitting laughing with Lauren, and Champ looks thoroughly embarrassed as he stares at them with mirth.

  “Very fucking funny, ladies,” he grumps, rubbing a hand down his face.

  “What’s funny?” I ask, joining them at the table.

  “Nothing,” Champ grumbles, placing his head on the table. “These girls are damn lethal.”

  This causes more laughter from the girls.

  “Alexis? I have something for you,” I say, staring at her, waiting for her to calm her giggling fit.

  “What’s that?” she manages to say.

  I hand her the leather cut and she takes it, looking at it with awe in her eyes. “This is for me?”

  “You’re my Old Lady now, princess. You wear this with pride. It generally means, in the biker world, that we’re married. No one comes anywhere near you in a sexual way. I’ll kill them if they try. You are now completely off limits to other brothers,” I explain to her while she shrugs it on.

  “Perfect fit.” She beams with happiness, fingering the leather, and her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I love it. Thank you, Cobra,” she whispers in a shaky voice.

  Lauren clamps a hand over her mouth. I don’t think she can quite believe it so I have to laugh at her expression.

  “Pussy-whipped,” Champ coughs out, smirking at me.

  “And? Is there a problem with being pussy-whipped brother?” I ask. I glance between Champ and Lauren with a knowing look, raising a brow at him.

  “Nah, dude. We’re just having fun,” he replies, quietly.

  I feel for Lauren, I really do. She doesn’t have a clue what she’s getting herself into. Champ didn’t just get his name by a drinking game like she was told the other day. He got his name by scoring seven chicks in one night.

  I shake my head at him and say, “Don’t play a girl like Lauren, Champ. She’s a good girl.”

  He just shrugs a shoulder and not looking me in the eye. I need to let Alexis know what he’s doing, I don’t want Lauren getting hurt.

  “I’m going for a smoke in the garden. You coming, princess?” I ask Alexis, standing from my chair. I can’t sit one more second with the arrogant asshole otherwise I’m going to swing for him.

  Alexis stands and takes my hand. “Sure. I need some air anyways. Catch you later, Lauren.”

  We walk in amicable silence to the patio doors leading to the backyard. I let Alexis go through first, and she smiles brightly at me. Man, I am the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

  I close the glass doors and lead her to the swing, lighting a cigarette as we walk.

  “Alexis?” I can’t help this, I can’t help wanting to tell her how I feel. “I love you.”

  Her lips curve into a graceful smile, her eyes twinkling with happiness. “I love you too, VP.”

  I laugh, she has never once called me VP, and it sounds hilarious coming from her smart mouth. “It’s Dominic to you in private, princess.”

  “I know, I just thought I’d test that out.” She chuckles, turning her head to look at me. “You really are a sweetheart under all that macho bullshit, aren’t you?”

  “Shh…I don’t want people knowing that,” I say, looking around to make sure we’re definitely alone. “That’s just between us, princess. I have a rep to protect.”

  She tries not to laugh, really tries. Her face is turning a funny shade of red and her eyes are watering from holding it in.

  “Yeah, laugh it up, princess.” I sigh, trying to keep a straight face.

  She bursts out laughing, clutching her arms around her middle. I catch her before she falls off the swing. “Careful there.”

  Once her laughter
dies down she announces, “You, big boy, are hilarious.”

  “Har fucking har,” I grumble, leaning back into the swing and inhaling a lung full of smoke.

  She flings her legs over mine and lays back, relaxing against the soft flowery cushions. Yes, flowery cushions thanks to Kristine.

  I place my hand on her left thigh and squeeze gently. “Comfy?”

  “Yup.” She smiles.

  Then, her face falls, panic starts to show on her face. “Shit, what day is it today?”

  “Tuesday. Why?” I ask, confused at her panic.

  “Fuck! I need to go see my mom at the care home.” She gets up and practically runs for the patio doors.

  “Hold up, princess. You can’t go anywhere.” I grip her arm, not tight but enough to keep her from walking away from me. “We’re on lockdown, it’s too dangerous.”

  “I have to go, whether you or the Prez like it or not. My mom needs stability and routine. If I don’t show up today she’ll freak out.” She tries removing my hand from her arm, but I don’t let up.

  “Go get dressed. I’ll speak with the Prez.” I let her go, and she runs over to Lauren, talking to her in a rushed voice, gesturing with her hands to make a point. They both run off toward the bedrooms, and I shake my head.

  The Prez walks in just before I head down the hallway to his office. “Prez!”

  “What’s up, VP?” he says, shoving his hands into his leather pants pockets.

  “Alexis needs to go to the care home to visit her mother. If I go with her is that all right? Her mom needs routine and stability, she said.” I bite my lip waiting for his response.

  “Okay, but stay close and don’t let her out of your sight at all. Call me if you notice anything out of the ordinary,” he replies after a long pause.

  I release the breath I was holding and smile. “Thanks, Prez. I owe you!” I call out as I run toward the bedroom to get Alexis.

  I open the door and find her sitting on the bed, braiding her hair to the side and fuck me doesn’t she look cute.

  “Take a picture, Dom, it will last longer.” She smirks, looking up at me standing in the doorway.

  I chuckle and reply, “I don’t need a picture because I have you by me all the time.”