Slayer (Fallen Lords MC Book 8)

by Winter Travers

  “What?” she gasped. “Why?”

  “Sugar, it’s been a long tim—”

  She shook her head. “I have toys.” She bit her lip. “I mean, they’re not as big as you, but I uh, I think I’ll be okay once you get there.”

  I blinked slowly and was pretty sure I had just died and gone to Heaven. “You telling me those nights you would be in the shower for a while you were…”

  She nodded and bucked her hips. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Oh,” I laughed. “You better bet your ass we are going to play with those toys sometime.”

  Her body trembled, and her fingers delved into my hair. “Promise?” she whispered.

  “Hell yes.” I claimed her lips with mine and groaned when her hand trailed across my back and along my waist. I lifted my body to give her access, and her fingers wrapped around my cock.

  “Is this one of my Christmas presents?” she whispered in my ear.

  Holy fucking hell. “Oh, yeah, sugar. I’ve been dying to give it to you.”

  “I bet it’ll fit perfectly.” She stroked my cock, squeezing tightly.

  I leaned back onto my knees and watched as she stroked my cock. Her legs were cocked open, and her sweet pussy begged for me to touch it.

  “Has anyone ever played with this, sugar, or do I get to be the first.” I parted the lips of her pussy, and she gasped.

  Her hand stalled, and her focus was on my fingers. “Only me,” she whispered.

  Hell fucking yeah. “Let’s see how long it’ll take for you to come the first time.”

  My thumb brushed against the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, and she shook beneath me.

  “I don’t think it’ll take much,” she moaned. Her back arched, and another whimper fell from her lips when my thumb swirled around her clit.

  My fingers slid through the wetness between her legs, and my nuts tightened knowing I was the one who was making her wet.

  “Slayer,” she breathed out.

  “You’re so close, sugar. Show me how much you want me.”

  An inaudible moan fell from her lips, her desire taking over and every last defense she had falling away. Her legs fell wide open, and she raised her arms over her head.

  I added another finger, this one probing the tight entrance of her pussy. “This is mine, sugar. No one else will ever be here. Only me,” I bit off.

  “Yes,” she gasped, “Yes, Slayer.”

  I shifted back, my hand still on her pussy, but my head dropped down and her intoxicating scent met my nose. I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her. My tongue swirled around her clit, and her fingers gripped my hair and held me in place. My finger entered her, and my tongue ate her like it was my last meal.

  She went wild beneath me. Her back arched so far that only her head and ass were touching the bed. She moaned my name so loud that I was sure she was going to wake up Adley, but there was no way in hell I was going to stop. Wendy was going to be mine, and nothing was going to stop us.

  *

  Wendy

  I was in the middle of an awe-inspiring orgasm when Slayer’s hands and mouth left me, but then, his body covered me.

  “You’re ready for me,” he whispered against my lips.

  Slayer hauled my knees up. I planted my heels in the bed, and he sunk inside me.

  Oh yeah!

  “Slayer,” I breathed.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “More than okay.” I was fucking amazing.

  He slowly moved, pulling out, but as quickly he was gone, he was back.

  His face was in my neck, and I wrapped my arms tight around him.

  “Sugar,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “I told you my toys were smaller than you.”

  Slayer stretched me wide and moaned when he planted himself deep inside me.

  His heavy weight bore down on me, and I could feel it building again. Just having him inside me was enough to make me want to come.

  “Fucking shit, Wendy. You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” he bit off.

  I flexed the walls of my vagina around him, and a ripple coursed through my body. “Oh yeah,” I moaned.

  He moved then. Pounded into me.

  He surged in, filling me fully, then pulled out to do it all over again.

  His grunts of pleasure turned to moans, spurring me on to fall over the edge that was getting closer and closer.

  It washed over me. My orgasm coursed through me while Slayer made me his.

  He moaned my name, burying his face in my neck, and let out a primal cry. I held on tight, the end of my pleasure edging off to a slow roll of bliss.

  I didn’t want to let him go. I didn’t want to lose what we were sharing. He relaxed into my body, and he gave one last thrust.

  “Shit,” he muttered.

  “Hmm?” I hummed.

  “That was good.” He pressed a kiss to my neck. “Fucking good.”

  I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. “Not a disaster at all.”

  Slayer’s body shook with laughter, and he pulled me into his arms. He rolled onto his back and dragged me on top of him. “You’re staying here all night.”

  I didn’t argue because I didn’t have the energy to move my pinky, let alone walk back to my room.

  Exhaustion overtook me, and I fell asleep with Slayer beneath me and his hand stroking my back as he kissed my temple softly.

  Now it was really bedtime.

  *

  Chapter Nineteen

  Slayer

  “Dad.”

  I cut the wrapping paper and handed the scissors to Adley. “Yeah.”

  “Are you going to give Wendy her present tonight or tomorrow?”

  I finished wrapping the small box and set it in front of me. “I don’t know. What do you think? When are you going to give her yours?”

  Adley carefully cut a square of paper and grabbed the box that held the earrings. “Uh, I think I’m going to wait until tomorrow, but I think you should give yours to her tonight.”

  “Yeah?” I really had no clue when I should give it to her. Part of me wanted to do it when no one was around just in case she said no. But then the other part, the larger part, wanted to give it to her in front of everyone and claim her publicly.

  “Totally. Do it at the party tonight.” She wrapped the paper around the box and placed a piece of tape on the seam. “How did you wrap that so fast?”

  I laughed and ripped off a piece of tape for her. “Got practice from wrapping all of yours.”

  Her eyes bugged out, and she squealed. “I can’t wait for tomorrow morning. It’s going to be so much fun.” She finished wrapping the small box and walked to the tree. “Wendy!” she hollered.

  “Can I finally come out?” Wendy called back.

  “Yup!” Adley sang.

  Wendy jogged down the stairs and stood in front of the tree. “You didn’t even wrap anything,” she pouted.

  Adley laughed and grabbed the small box and held it up to Wendy. “Yes, I did.”

  “Ohhh,” Wendy gasped. “It’s wrapped perfectly.”

  The only thing perfect about the wrapping was that Adley had done it. Otherwise, it was not the neatest package ever.

  Wendy made to shake it, and Adley snatched it out of her hand. “Uh uh. You wouldn’t let me shake any of mine under the tree, so you can’t shake yours.”

  “Fine,” Wendy pouted. She glanced over at me and smiled. “You guys ready to head to the clubhouse? Carnie was texting me the whole time you guys exiled me. Something about Alice wanting chicken nuggets and then someone snatched the phone from Carnie and told me the Captain was coming tonight.”

  Oh, hell. Karmen must have gotten into the rum already. “We better head over there before the Captain gets rowdy.”

  I slipped Wendy’s gift in my pocket and grabbed my coat.

  Tonight was going to be a Christmas Eve no one was ever going to forget.

  *

  Chapter
Twenty

  Wendy

  “Enough with the damn pictures, Carnie.” I grabbed her phone and shoved it under my butt. “Just let me eat my damn dessert without you making a photoshoot of it.”

  “Wendy,” she whined. “Give me back my phone. I need to take a ton of pictures so I make sure I get the right ones.”

  I glared at her and shoveled a bit of apple spice Bundt cake in my mouth. “Trust me,” I mumbled around a mouthful of heaven. “You have enough pictures.”

  We had been at the clubhouse for close to four hours, and I swear to God, Carnie had not laid her phone down once.

  Everyone was gathered in the common room either stuffed full from dinner or almost stuffed full, but we were all eating dessert.

  “I am so full, but must eat pie,” Nickel moaned.

  I shoveled the last bit of Bundt cake into my mouth and moaned miserably. “That was so good, but I think you’re going to have to roll me home,” I groaned.

  Slayer grabbed my plate and stacked it on top of his. “I can’t roll you when I can’t move myself.”

  “Let’s do presents!” Adley called.

  I think she was the only one who wasn’t stuffed full and ready to bust.

  Freak rubbed his stomach and let out a loud burp. “Only if you bring it to me, open it for me, and thank whoever it is from, for me.”

  Slayer draped his arm over my shoulders and pulled me close. I relaxed under the crook of his arm and sighed.

  “Tomorrow we open presents and make a Christmas salad, yeah?”

  Slayer chuckled and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I’ve never heard a better idea in my life.”

  “Dad!” Adley called. “You go first.”

  Slayer froze, and his arm tightened around me. “Uh, why don’t you let someone else go first, doll. Find one that’s for you.”

  Adley shook her head and smiled wide. “Nope. I’m Santa Claus, and I decide who opens what when.”

  “Adley.” His tone was firm, and he shook his head slightly.

  ‘Dad,” she whined. “You need to go first.” Adley was not going to budge. “I have been waiting all day for this,” she complained.

  I elbowed Slayer. “Just do it. It’s her first Christmas with you, and she’s excited to get a present from you.”

  Slayed looked down at me and licked his lips. “Uh, pretty sure she wants me to give you your gift.”

  “My gift?” I laughed and shook my head. “Adley, you’re crazy if what your dad got me is something you’ve been waiting for all day.”

  I knew for a fact that the huge ass makeup kit that Karmen and Alice had bought her was way more exciting.

  “Just open it,” she insisted.

  “Fine,” Slayer grunted.

  I fully expected Adley to grab a box from under the tree but was surprised as hell when Slayer stood up and turned to look down at me.

  “Uh, what are you doing?” I whispered.

  He reached into his pocket and held out a small box. “Giving you your present.”

  I grabbed it with shaky fingers and thought of everything that could be in a box that small.

  Earrings.

  Uh.

  Matches.

  A belly button ring. Which would be weird since I didn’t have my belly button pierced.

  There was something else that could be in there, but there was no way in hell that was what it was.

  “It’s so tiny,” I laughed nervously. I got the paper off the box and stopped breathing when I read the jewelry store name on the lid. “I think you gave me the wrong present, Slayer,” I gasped.

  He shook his head. “No, sugar. That one is yours.”

  I closed my eyes and gripped the lid of the box.

  This could not be happening. It had to be earrings.

  I flipped open the top, but I kept my eyes closed.

  “Wendy, open your eyes, sugar,” Slayer called.

  My eyes flitted open, and I screamed when Slayer was kneeling in front of me. “I knew I should have put a bell on you!”

  He grabbed the box from me and snapped the lid shut. “Willow, Winnie Winnifred, Wynonna, and any other name I’ve ever called you, I know we haven’t known each other long and I know there is a ton we still need to learn about each other, but the second you agreed to come live with me and Adley, you stole our hearts.” Slayer cleared his throat, and his eyes connected with mine. “For thirty-four years, I’ve lived my life however I wanted and did what I wanted. Twenty days ago, my life changed forever. Twenty days ago, I met my daughter. Twenty days ago, I asked you to live with me. Twenty days ago, I didn’t know it then, but I met my future and now, I don’t want to let it go.” He grabbed my hand and slipped the ring on my finger. “We don’t have to get married tomorrow, or next week, but I want you, Wendy. I want you next to me just like you were twenty days ago, and I want to raise my daughter with you. I know that life is going to throw me curveballs, but I know there isn’t anyone else in this world that I want next to me to help catch them. Will you marry me?”

  My heart shot out of my chest, and I couldn’t speak. Tears blurred my vision, and I did the only thing I could. I nodded and fell into Slayer’s arms.

  “I can’t believe he got you a diamond ring and she only bought him socks,” Alice called.

  “Oh, my God, Alice. Would you shut up?” Karmen laughed.

  “I did buy you socks for Christmas,” I sobbed into Slayer’s shirt.

  Slayer brushed my hair from my face and smiled. “I needed socks so,” he shrugged and pressed a kiss to my lips, “I’ll just think of you every time I put them on.”

  “Oh, God, whoever told you to buy him socks for Christmas is a pure genius. I wonder who that could be?” Alice coughed loudly. “You should all be so lucky to get socks.”

  Adley butted her way in between Slayer and me. She wrapped her arms us and pulled us into a hug.

  I cried my eyes out.

  I had made my choice.

  Every day for the rest of my life, I would choose Adley and Slayer.

  *

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Slayer

  “Did you really buy me socks?”

  Wendy buried her face in my chest. “Oh, God, I really did.” She looked up at me and laughed. “And they are butt ugly, too. Neon. But I do have another present for you. It’s to make up for the socks.”

  “I’m never letting you shop with Alice ever again.” I shook my head and pressed a kiss to her lips. “They’re not cow print, are they?”

  God knew if it was cow print, Alice would find it and she would buy it.

  Wendy burst out laughing, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

  “I promise that I will never bu—”

  The clubhouse exploded around us, and I clutched Wendy to my chest as we flew through the air and smacked against the bar. My head throbbed instantly, and pain sliced through my side.

  Wendy groaned, and her body went limp.

  “Wendy,” I called. I had no idea what the fuck had just happened, but Wendy was hurt. I managed to lift her around to the back of the bar and laid her down.

  “Slayer,” she whispered.

  I ran my hands over her body trying to figure out where she was hurt. “Where does it hurt, baby?” I asked

  “Stop, stop,” she gasped. “Adley,” she sputtered. “Where is Adley?”

  “Adley!” I shouted.

  “I got her! I got her,” Clash called. “She’s good. Not hurt.”

  But where the fuck was she?

  Before the explosion, Wendy and I were sitting on the couch, just talking, while Adley was on the floor with Raven and Clash looking at the makeup set she had gotten.

  “Ho, ho, ho.”

  Who in the fuck was that?

  “Come on out, Fallen Lords. God knows that little accident didn’t kill any of you fuckers.”

  “Slayer,” Wendy whispered. She coughed, and I moved to her side. “What is going on?”

  I brushed her ha
ir out of her face and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I don’t know, sugar. Just stay back here and don’t come out unless I come and get you.”

  She nodded and closed her eyes. “Please find Adley. I need to see her,” she sobbed.

  I pressed one last kiss to her lips and vowed to bring Adley to her.

  I crouched down, reached under the bar, and found a gun stashed there.

  “Come on, Fallen Lords. I brought you a little Christmas present. I know you guys have been looking for one just like it.” The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place who it was.

  I managed to peek around the edge of the bar and saw Wrecker behind a table that was overturned. Alice was huddle behind him with tears streaming down her face.

  “We come out and how are we supposed to know you aren’t gonna ambush us?” Wrecker called.

  Alice sobbed loudly, and Wrecker pulled her into his arms.

  “Oh, come on, Wrecker, is there no honor among thieves?” the voice asked.

  “Just tell us what you want, Jenkins,” Wrecker demanded.

  Holy fuck.

  “Oh, he remembers me,” Jenkins laughed. “I bet you also remember when you took my sister and then helped yourself to my deal with Oakley, too?”

  “You asked us to watch Cora, and you screwed up the deal with Oakley yourself when you couldn’t keep your hands off the merchandise.” Wrecker nodded behind me.

  I turned and saw Boink and Pipe making their way over to me. They had been in their rooms when the explosion happened.

  “What in the fuck happened?” I hissed.

  Pipe handed me another gun and moved in front of me to see Wrecker. “Jenkins drove his fucking SUV into the clubhouse.”

  “Fucking Christ,” I cursed.

  Pipe motioned to Wrecker that we were ready to do whatever he wanted.

  Wrecker counted down from three and then slowly rose. We all followed suit, and we saw the wreckage Jenkins had caused.

  Where Wendy and I had been sitting was now occupied by Jenkins’ SUV, and to the side of it, Clash rose to his feet. My eyes connected with his, and he nodded.

  Adley was okay. I couldn’t see her, but I knew that Clash would take care of her until I could get to her.