by KE Osborn
Tremor claimed me.
He wants me to be his Old Lady. There are no words that can fully comprehend what it means to me. I’ve wanted this to happen for years. Now it has, and I’m the happiest woman on the face of this earth.
Tonight was perfect.
Utterly perfect.
Blissfully perfect.
He couldn’t have done this any better.
As I hold onto him on the back of his bike, feeling nothing but elation, I can’t wait to get inside the clubhouse and tell everyone. I’m not one hundred percent sure how my brothers will take this, but I’m sure Mom will be happy.
Tremor rides through the giant gate as I hold onto him a little more knowing our ride will soon be over. I love the feeling of being on the back of his bike. There’s something so calming about it.
He pulls up, and as we slide off, Torque, Foxy, Trax, Sparx, Mom, and Surge all stride over looking happier than pigs in shit.
“Welcome to the Old Lady club, Lala,” Foxy calls out, and I raise my brow glancing at Tremor who chuckles.
“How did you guys know already?” I ask.
“Yeah? Did Zane spill?” Tremor asks.
Trax laughs shaking his head. “You know the camera you asked Ace for? Well, we knew you’d go to him. He rigged it so when you pressed record, we could see what was happening. We watched the whole thing live on Ace’s computer,” Trax beams.
I open my mouth wide as Tremor grunts. “Should have known that’s why you wanted me to record it, you fuckers.”
“I told them it was a private moment, and we shouldn’t be watching,” Foxy blurts out.
“Thanks, Foxy,” I chuckle.
“Didn’t stop you from watching, though.” Trax beams with his cocky, lopsided smirk.
She chuckles. “I couldn’t help it…” She rushes forward grabbing my hands with bounce in her step. “You looked so excited, it was addictive to watch. Sorry for doing it, though, Lala. I feel guilty now.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “It’s fine, honestly. It was being recorded, so I knew eventually you’d see it anyway. I’m not mad, how can I be? I’m so damn happy right now nothing could break my good mood.”
“I’m so fuckin’ happy for ya. My little girlie’s growin’ up.” Mom sniffles moving forward wrapping her arms tightly around m, as I lean in embracing her while Torque shakes hands with Tremor.
“You did good, kid.” Torque dips his head to Tremor who looks like he’s proud he’s impressed his idol.
“Thanks, man... for everything.”
“Don’t fuck this up. Remember what we said about the silos.”
I wonder what the fuck that means, but Tremor just plays it off. “I’m not fucking this up for anything.” He pulls me to him, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and planting a kiss on my temple.
“When we said grand gesture, kid, we thought you’d do something at the club, maybe balloons or something fuckin’ boring. You proved us wrong. Good job, Pyro. You nailed it,” Torque offers.
I raise my brow as Tremor beams wide with pride. I have no idea what the hell that’s about, but obviously they had a conversation before it happened. I’m going to need all the details.
“I had a little help with the planning,” he admits glancing at Sparx.
Sparx winks at Tremor but turns to me. “Guess this means you’ll be moving into the clubhouse now, too, Lala?” Sparx asks.
I glance up at Tremor who takes a deep breath answering for me, “Okay, I need to take Lala inside. We have some shit we need to discuss.”
Everyone chuckles. Yeah, we do have things we need to discuss. We never even thought of this stuff. I have an apartment, I love. I’m not sure I want to give that up. But then I would be closer to Sparx and my niece and nephew if I were here. I guess it’s my duty to be here but coming and going has always been my thing. I’m not sure if I’ll be okay with only being able to live here and not have somewhere I can escape to.
“Lala’s mind is ticking over, you better go now before she starts to overthink everything,” Trax warns. I scrunch up my face at him as he winks at me.
Tremor tightens his grip on my shoulder. “C’mon, angel, let’s go to my room.”
“Don’t talk too loud, we all know what kinda celebrating you’re going to be doing,” Trax chuckles to himself.
“Jesus, Trax,” everyone chides in unison as Sparx slaps him across the back of the head.
“What? We all know it.”
“Shut up, idiot,” Sparx warns while I glare at him.
“We’re going now,” I berate as I start dragging him away from my idiotic family.
Tremor chuckles as he strides alongside me effortlessly. We walk inside the clubhouse as a round of cheering erupts from the rest of the brothers, club girls, and old ladies. I cuddle into Tremor as we keep walking through the sea of people down the hall to Tremor’s room. He opens the door letting us walk through, then he closes the door. As soon as I hear the woodgrain click together, I turn lunging toward him. His eyes open wide as he gathers his functions enough to catch me in time while he falls back against the door as I wrap myself around him. He chuckles as my lips meet his in a fury of passion. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as mine sweep through his hair needing him as close as possible to me. Our tongues dueling together in a fiery rage of desire.
He starts walking, and I have no idea where he’s going as he takes long, purposeful strides. I concentrate on our kiss, just needing him right now as he leads me to his bed. He gets to the edge, and he throws me onto it. I gasp at the force as breath leaves me with the shock of his roughness. My clit instantly begins to throb as he pulls off his cut laying it on the bedside table. My thighs rub together to dull the ache between my legs as I watch him pull off his gray hoody, followed by his white tee. His muscles always astound me. How he can be so perfect? I’ll never fucking know.
I sit up on the bed shrugging out of my leather jacket. He bobs his head up and down like he approves of what I’m doing as I rush, taking off my white blouse followed by my bra, leaving me topless. His eyes wander over my naked breasts as I notice his cock pressing against his jeans. I duck my hand out to unzip his pants, but he grabs my wrist, firmly. A shudder runs through me as a hooded look crosses his eyes. Every inch of me covers in goosebumps.
I want to try it differently with him.
“Go wild with me, Trem.”
He raises his brow inhaling sharply. “Lala, what are you asking?”
I sit forward moving my other hand to his zipper. He doesn’t stop me this time as I slowly unzip him. His jeans fall to the floor, freeing his cock. “I’m saying, be rough with me. Be hard. Show me your dominant side.”
His eyes light up as he moves the hand I’m holding to grip his cock. I take it, starting to stroke. “Are you sure? We can’t go back once we start.”
His face twists as I pull on him, the pleasure obviously rippling through him. “Show me. I want it rough. I want you rough.”
He groans as he clenches his eyes slightly. “Take off your pants.”
Letting him go as I scurry, yanking off my jeans, panties, and ankle boots leaving me completely naked in front of him. “Anytime you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, say, ‘angel.’”
“We have a safe word?”
A serious look crosses his face. “I’m serious, Lala.”
A small pang of fear creeps through me, but giddy butterflies flutter in my stomach with excitement. Being bad with Tremor is all I’ve ever wanted. Letting my inner wild child out with him is what my fantasies are made of.
I trust him.
I know he won’t hurt me.
I’m his Old Lady, there’s no way he will push this too far. “Angel. Yeah, I got it.”
“Good girl, now lay back and spread your knees.”
Liking this demanding side of him, I lay on the bed unashamedly and spread open for him. He looks down at me as he stands at the edge of the bed, his cock standing fully erect it almost touches his bell
y button, it’s that hard. Energy sizzles as I look at him, his breathing is as fast as mine.
“Lala, follow my instructions,” he demands. “Take your hand and touch yourself.”
My eyes open wide as I gasp. “W-What?” I stutter.
“Don’t question me or I will punish you. Take your finger and touch your clit.”
My breathing escalates as I watch his eyes—they’re dark, hooded. He means what he’s saying. I’ve never done anything like this with anyone before.
It’s nerve-wracking.
So, I hesitate.
“Now, Neala!” His deep, husky, booming voice shocks me so much I don’t even think, I just do. My hand instantly moves between my legs as my breathing hitches. My stomach twists, swirling with nerves as my clit throbs with the tension of the moment. My hand slides down my thigh and across my pussy. I gnaw on my bottom lip as my finger slides down and against my clit. I gasp as I make contact, my eyes closing on impact, so I let out a small moan.
“Eyes open and on me, Lala,” he demands.
My eyes flick open instantly looking into his lust-filled eyes. I notice below, his hand is on his cock slowly stroking, and it instantly makes my pussy tingle. My clit throbs harder, so I circle on it needing a little more pressure. Seeing him working himself up at the same time I am is so fucking sexy. I see why he’s doing this now.
My chest rises and falls in quick succession as my eyes don’t leave his. We’re working ourselves up at the same time, and as my finger rotates on my clit, a warmth spreads through my body. I feel it igniting from my head, spreading down toward my toes. I begin to pant, loving that his body is making the same pleasure-filled movements as mine. We’re both on the edge.
“You’re so fucking hot like this, Lala, but you’re going to stop.”
I groan. I’m so fucking close, so I circle on my clit faster just needing to get there. He pulls his hand from his cock taking a step forward.
His eyes bore down on me.
Hard.
Dark.
I know he’s serious.
“Neala, stop!”
I groan, dropping my finger from my clit as I pant hard and fast in disappointment.
“Good girl. For doing as I say, you will be rewarded.” He grabs my knees pulling me to the edge of the bed.
I let out a small shriek as he slides me in line with him. He grabs my legs moving them to wrap around his ass. He leans in slightly, the tip of his cock lining up with my pussy as one hand moves to my hip, the other to the side of my shoulder.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Angel.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Implicitly.”
His eyes light up like I’ve just rocked his world. “Then hold on tight, baby.”
Tremor’s hand on my shoulder pushes down, pressing me into the bed as he wastes no time thrusting up inside me. I moan in delight as he stretches me completely. His bare cock feels like heaven as his fingers on my hip dig in so hard I know they’ll cause bruising. But I don’t care. In fact, it only turns me on more. He pulls back, then thrusts back up inside of me as I gasp for air. He’s going deep, I’m trying to acclimatize to it, but he isn’t taking it easy on me.
His hard, deep thrusts are making pleasure rip through me as I moan probably too loud, my hands coming up to his forearms and gripping on. My nails dig into his skin, leaving red marks as he pounds into me. He’s being rough, but I know he’s holding out on me.
“More, don’t hold back, Trem,” I murmur.
His eyes lock onto mine, and it’s like something in his dark eyes click. Like I’ve given him permission to let himself out. It terrifies and excites me all at the same time.
His hand on my shoulder slides up around my neck as he pummels into me. His grip tightens as his fingers turn my head to the side. His fingers tighten around my neck making it difficult to breathe as he continues to pump into me hard, fast, unrelenting. Fear creeps into me for the briefest of moments until I realize he’s keeping the tight pressure at a certain point, just enough so I can get air in. It’s making me light-headed, it’s making this feel kind of euphoric as we fuck hard and fast. I’ve never ever done anything like this. It’s definitely animalistic. It’s primal, and I know this is going to be a normal occurrence for us.
My nails dig into his forearms, and I know I’m drawing blood with my nails. I also know that will only be turning him on more. I know because it’s turning me on. We’re the same, him and I. As we strive toward our climaxes, he tightens his grip a little more around my throat. It doesn’t scare me, it excites me. Surely, I’m twisted. But I move with him, riding out our pleasure as he thrusts deep making my body begin to quiver. Heat floods my pores as my back arches off the bed. My eyes clench shut while fairy lights flash in a celebratory dance behind my lids. My muscles tense as he thrusts deep, hitting just the right spot at the same time he tightens his grip around my neck just a little more making everything around me spin in an explosion of euphoric delight. A wave of unfathomable ecstasy erupts from inside me as I gasp out something incoherent while he continues to pummel inside of me. I feel lightheaded as my body sags, completely spent.
His grip on my throat loosens as both his hands move to my hips. He uses all his strength to pull me on and off him to help him get to where he needs to be, seeing as I’m literally no help right now. I’m so out of it. He pumps himself faster. I’m just along for the ride as he grunts, suddenly pulling out of me. I drop back to the bed as he leans over, his hand moving to his cock as he pumps it a few times with a deep groan, and he unloads his hot cum all over my stomach.
I giggle as I lay on the bed not caring about the mess. I’m so fucking relaxed.
“Jesus, angel,” he murmurs, flopping onto the bed beside me now that he’s worn himself out too. His weight making the mattress shift as we both pant from the exertion.
“Now you’re using the safe word?”
He chuckles. “I think we need a new safe word. I like calling you, angel.”
Still panting for air, I turn my head to look at him. “That was…” His eyes widen like he’s nervous on how I’m going to answer him. “Well, let’s just say we’ll be doing that a lot!”
He chuckles reaching out for my hand. “Not too much then?”
“Just enough.”
“Right! We need a shower,” he murmurs.
“Yeah, someone made a mess.”
He sits up abruptly reaching over to his bedside table grabbing a few tissues then leans over me starting to clean me up. “I wasn’t wearing a condom. Didn’t want to risk it.”
“Good option.”
He throws the tissues to the trash can, stands up, grabs my hand, and we walk through to his adjoining bathroom. He turns on the shower. I love how he can go from dominant to caring in a flash. That’s why I love him.
He tests the water, then steps in to make sure it’s not too hot, signaling for me to follow.
“You’re so good to me.”
“I try. Now get over here,” he demands playfully.
I giggle stepping into the shower, the hot water caressing my skin as I move into his arms. “I love you.”
He smooths some hair back from my face. “I love you, too. That’s why I think you need to move in here.”
I sigh as I hold him. “I love my place.”
He exhales. “I know, and I hate that you would have to give it up. I know you like having somewhere you can go to be away from it all. So what if I bought you a small cabin somewhere, a place where we can go, or you on your own, or a town apartment if you want it to be close. Just something somewhere for us to have like a holiday place. Somewhere you can go when you feel trapped.”
“I’ll never feel trapped with you, Trem. It’s just the clubhouse, you know. I grew up here, so sometimes I’d like to be able to be away from it, too.”
“I know, I get it. It’s why I wanna do this for you, angel. But I need my Old Lady living here with me.”
Smi
ling, I hold him tighter. “I like the cabin idea. Maybe we can buy one in Tonica?”
He scrunches up his face. “Tonica? As In the small farm area an hour and a half away?”
“Yeah, I went there once and stayed in a cabin. It’s a small town with no hassle, nothing like what we have here. It’d be nice to have a place to go and be one with nature.”
“Tonica it is... so you’re moving in?”
Leaning up on my toes, I look into his eyes. “Try and stop me.” My lips press to his as he kisses me hard. I can’t help but feel his cock starting to spring back to life. I smirk against his lips hoping we get to have hot shower sex. I can’t tell you the times I’ve thought about this since he walked in on me that first time in the bathroom.
After our hot shower sex, then we can go about moving all my shit into his tiny room.
That’s going to be fucking fun.
Lord help us.
PYRO
The Next Day
Spending last night with Neala was fucking awesome. We explored our deepest desires with each other after a perfect night. I can say with all honesty she’s the only woman I want to be with for the rest of my life. I knew that anyway, but last night cemented that fact. She gets me. We fit together in every single way.
Then I explained everything to her. Why Chloe was here, what happened with my father, the fist fight at her apartment, how he hurt Chloe, the reason why she’s here. I told her everything that led to this. That’s the reason I look so beat up. Because of Frank. I didn’t tell her the details of what I’m about to do. She doesn’t need to know that just yet, neither does Chloe, not until it’s done.
My cousin and woman are spending the day together discussing what Neala will need from her house to bring to the club. Going from a full apartment to one bedroom isn’t exactly the easiest of situations, especially for Lala, who’s lived outside of the clubhouse for years. Ruby said any of her kitchen stuff, if she wants to keep it, she can bring it here and put it in the club kitchen. Whatever else she wants to keep we can take to the cabin in Tonica. She doesn’t have to get rid of anything if she doesn’t want. It can all go to Tonica. I don’t care. I just want her to be happy. She’s giving up her apartment for me, so she can have all her shit in the cabin. I don’t need anything there other than her. But we can discuss it later. Right now, I have a much bigger problem to deal with.