When I’ve managed to catch my breath, I ask,
“What the fuck was that?”
Looking altogether proud of herself – she fucking should be, that was out of this world – Avery grins at me.
“I was reading something in one of my books today, so I thought who better to try it out on than you? Why, was it not okay?” She asks, looking worried now.
Taking her hand, I pull her up off her knees and into my chest.
“It was fucking amazing, baby. Just took me by surprise that’s all. I didn’t know you were interested in playing, but now I do you can bet your ass we’ll be trying out a few things I’ve wanted to do to you for a while now.”
Deciding now is as good a time as any, I scoop Avery into my arms and make my way to our bedroom. Tossing her onto the bed, I don’t waste any time ridding both of us of our clothes because if she thinks after a blowjob like that I’m going to be able to go slow and easy, she’s got another thing coming.
Diving on top of her like a starving man does his first meal in months, I take in every inch of velvet-soft skin I’ve uncovered. Avery still can’t see herself the way I do, but we’re working on it.
To her, she’s flawed; but to me, she’s nothing shy of perfection. It will take time but we’ll get there. And trust me, proving it to her is turning out to be more fun than I thought it would be. As far as I’m concerned, she can take as long as she likes to come to terms with it.
Working my fingers between her legs, I growl,
“Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”
My mouth instantly goes to the sweet spot behind her ear until she’s bucking beneath me. Moving downward, I suck one of her nipples deep into the cavern of my mouth, tugging at it with my teeth until it’s teased into a stiff, hard point. The blush of her arousal is quickly spreading down her neck and across her chest, telling me Avery’s close already.
Lining myself up at the entrance to her pussy, I’m inside of her in one deep thrust. It’s taken weeks to get her to the stage she can take me all at once, but now that she can, I don’t have to worry about hurting her as much which is a huge weight off my mind.
Since both of us are primed and ready, it only takes a few more thrusts before my rhythm falters and I start slamming into her. Roughly squeezing Avery’s breast, her breath hitches in her throat as she rubs herself frantically against reaching for release.
Tilting my hips slightly, the sensation of the hair at the base of my cock gives Avery just enough friction to have her mouth flying open in a soundless scream, and the walls of her pussy clamp down hard around my cock.
Knowing exactly how to make my woman purr, I slide my hand between us to where we’re joined and pinch her clit. It only takes once, but when I do, Avery screams my name so loudly she almost shatters my eardrums.
“Oh, my God, Tanner. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants. “So good.”
Gliding in and out of her, slowing my thrusts to stave off both of our orgasms, I listen to her breathy pleas which are making it harder than she can imagine to follow through with what I had planned for her.
Originally, after Avery took care of me in the hall, I was going to draw this out. I wanted to have her hot, wet, and begging for me. I’d take her to the edge but I wouldn’t let her fall over the side until I was right there with her. That, however, is a thing of the past.
Slamming into her pussy, I lose all hope of holding off when Avery’s core begins rhythmically clenching around my cock, drawing me deeper.
“Let go, Tanner. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Doing just that, I let go of my restraint and pound into her until we both find our release. Groaning her name into her hair, I balance my weight on a forearm, letting her inner walls milk the last of the come from my cock.
A hell of a lot has changed in the last three months, the first being that Avery and I are now officially living together.
My fear surrounding the possibility of Avery’s flashback increasing was a valid one. Two nights after I came home to find her beaten and kidnapped again, she decided she wanted to go back to her apartment and sleep in her own bed. At first, I didn’t agree. I thought it was too soon, but using her talented mouth, Avery convinced me that it was better that it happens sooner rather than later. She didn’t want to be afraid of her own space, and I got that.
Everything was going great until it came time for us to go to sleep. It was then, the reality of what went down here hit her with the force of a ten-ton truck. Needless to say, after Avery freaked the hell out and begged me to get her out of there, she and I went back to the clubhouse. We stayed there for a little over a week, enough time for me to find a house for us.
Avery wasn’t sold on the idea of moving in together so quickly, but like she did, I used my mouth on her until she gave in and agreed to my demands.
Part of the reason for her refusal to move in with me was, Blaine. Since they shared the apartment, Avery didn’t want Blaine taking over the lease on her own. Not to mention, she and Blaine had lived together since they were old enough to get a place together at eighteen. The only way to soothe her anxiety over her best friend's soon-to-be single living situation was Avery hearing from Blaine herself that she’d be okay.
Blaine wasn’t planning on staying there long after Avery moved out, anyway. Bella offered her the second bedroom in the cottage she owned, which in an interesting turn of events is only two blocks away from mine and Avery’s place now.
The four bedroom, single-story ranch style house I bought, isn’t huge but it’s big enough for me and Avery to fill with a couple of kids, and still have plenty of room to grow into.
Another selling point was that it backs directly onto Boss and Beth’s property. Avery liked that she’d have all of her friends so close, and if it made her happy, then I was happy. The only downside is the few times I’ve walked out to sit on my fucking porch to see my President fucking his woman on his.
Since moving in, Saint, Tilly, both of Avery’s sisters and their men, my brothers, and a few of the other Devil’s Spawn men have made the trip out to visit us, and Blaine’s pretty much become part of the furniture. If she’s not here, Avery’s at Bella’s visiting her. Not that I mind. My woman can have her friends here as often as she likes as long as they don’t interfere with when I want to carry Avery to bed and fuck her unconscious.
The three men who broke into Avery’s apartment that fateful afternoon were found the next day, and haven’t been seen since. I’d like to tell you I didn’t have a hand in them taking their last breaths, but I can’t.
Deke tracked them to a dive bar on the I90 slip road about fifty miles north of Furnace. He called in their location, and Sarge and I along with a few of the other brothers who had stayed behind made the trip out to haul their asses back.
By the time they were in the meat shack out behind the clubhouse, I wasn’t interested in finding out why they did it. I put a bullet in between each of their eyes and had the prospects dump their bodies for the police to find on one of the more used hiking trails up in the foothills.
Lawson, on the other hand, we didn’t have to deal with. He took care of his fate himself.
Avery was right in assuming he’d OD’d in her bathroom. When Deke and I went in to check the apartment, Lawson was long dead. He was gray and his body had gone past the point of rigamortis.
Since Vengeance had nothing to do with his death – that was evident, what with the needle sticking out of his arm – Deke called it in to the county coroner, who collected Lawson’s corpse and contacted the appropriate authorities.
According to, Jones, one of the few police officers Vengeance considers a friend, Lawson had warrants out for his arrest in six states, ranging from petty shit not worth mentioning to armed robbery, resisting arrest, and solicitation of a minor.
Lawson’s tipping point – what sent him over the edge – was getting in with the wrong guys. One’s who ran illegal poker tables. Apparently, Meth wasn’t Lawson’s onl
y drug of choice. The man was a gambling addict too.
Over the course of seven months, Lawson managed to fleece their tables of a cool million. These were not the kind of men you wanted to cheat, let alone steal from. And Lawson did both. None of the money was recovered, I assume the vast majority of it was swimming in his veins by the time karma caught up with him. That’s not to say we didn’t look for it, however.
Deke took the death of his cousin in his stride. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought it hadn’t affected him at all. He was livid about Lawson’s part in what happened to Avery and still is. Seeing him like that, struggling to come to terms with what his own blood relative had done to my woman went a long way to earning my forgiveness.
It wasn’t that I blamed Deke. But it’s easy to transfer fault when you can’t take it out on the person responsible. Something that saw Deke and I duking it out in the ring more than a handful of times. The release worked for us, though. Deke wanted, no, believed he deserved the punishment, and I got to take my frustration out on someone.
After I had worked that out of my system, and he accepted there was nothing he could do to change it, Deke and I were good. He’s my brother, we were never not going to be okay, eventually.
The last of the big changes that occurred not long after the boys got home from Wyoming was the appearance of a woman named, Kennedy. She blew into Furnace like a tornado, and Cash hasn’t been the same since. It’s evident he knows her from somewhere, but he’s yet to confirm or deny it. But if his reaction to her is anything to go by, he has feelings for her that run deep.
Every time Kennedy makes an effort to approach him, Cash avoids her like the plague. Jump has tried to talk him around, but Cash is holding steadfast to his refusal to have anything to do with the woman.
I’ve seen her at the clubhouse a few times. She seems like a sweet girl, and if Cash isn’t interested, then there are plenty of men who are waiting in the wings willing to snap her up. His brother, Jump being one of them.
That said; there were a lot of other minor things that have happened in the three months post-kidnapping round two, but none of them worth mentioning.
The club is solid. Avery’s Dad has accepted we’re together. My brothers are for the most part, happy. And even Jonas is getting better every day. I think blowing the shit out of the men who killed the woman he was in love with has something to do with that. But whatever the reason, I’m just glad he’s returning, albeit slowly, to the land of the living.
On that note, obviously I wasn’t there when the Rebel Warrior, Hope Springs clubhouse went up in smoke, so the full explanation of what went down that day will have to come from one of the men who was there. But from what I did learn – during the debriefing in church when the boys returned – the threat to Vengeance and our families hasn’t been completely eradicated.
None of us were deluded enough to believe that Dray’s death settled the score, and wiped the slate clean. Rebel Warriors founding chapter would seek retribution for what we’d done, that was a given. The how, when, and extent of their wrath is anyone’s guess, but when they come, we’ll be ready for them.
The good news is, Boss’ plan went off without a hitch. The explosives Gage rigged did their job better than we’d hoped. At ten forty-two am, eight position holding members, and twenty-three patched Rebel Warriors brothers were incinerated along with ninety-five percent of their clubhouse.
To our knowledge, when the bombs went off, they hadn’t suspect a thing. Thankfully, the intel Nix gave us was right. The Rebel Warriors didn’t just close the doors to their clubhouse, they locked down their entire compound. Access was restricted to patched brothers only, which meant the only casualties were the men we’d intended to pay for their crimes.
Vengeance’s connection to Rebel Warriors is tentative at best. As far as the cops are concerned our clubs have a mutual respect for each other, and as long as they don’t dig any deeper, which they have no reason to, they’ll have no reason to suspect otherwise. The chances that the cops assigned to Beth and Avery’s cases will uncover the link between them and Dray is slim. And as each day passes, the likelihood becomes less and less.
But for now, we wait. We carried out our primary objective, meaning the immediate threat has been eliminated. Whatever happens now, we’ll deal with it. It’s what we do. It’s who we are. And if it’s necessary, we’ll take the war to them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
~ Avery ~
“I apologize for the crushing disappointment you feel when you remember every girl you’ve dated before me. That probably really sucks.”
- yourecards
Shimmying my ass into a pair of jeans I haven’t worn since a year after I finished high school seemed like a good idea when I dug them out of the back of my closet. But now, not so much. Apparently, my new roomie has the same aversion to laundry as I do, that being; he doesn’t do it.
A pair of rough hands skims the skin of my hips, making me tingle in places that have no business tingling when I’m already running ten minutes late. However, like always when it comes to Fury, my sense of time, responsibility, and self-preservation fly straight out the window. The last part only because I still haven’t found a filter that works for controlling my inner monolog from escaping. And just saying, she (Miss Inner Monologue) can be a mouthy bitch at times.
Fury clamps his fingers into the flesh at my hips, spins me, backing me up against the wall. As soon as my back hits plasterboard, Fury’s body slams into mine and his mouth descends. Our lips crush together and his tongue delves inside.
This isn’t one of his slow, gentle, coaxing kisses, that sets the fire, stokes it, and patiently waits for it to take hold. No. This is one of his no-nonsense, I’m going to ravage you, demand your submission and you’re going to love it kisses. And love it I do.
He drives his fingers into my hair, tugging the hair tie from my ponytail, and wrapping the long strands around his fists. Tilting my head one way, his going in the opposite direction, Fury devours me. It goes wild when the added pressure of his thigh rubbing against my pussy sends a quiver from between my legs and up my spine. A quiver Fury doesn’t miss.
Slanting his head, Fury kisses me for long minutes; deep, wet, hard, and thoroughly. Not to be outdone, I reply in kind by reaching between us and cupping the rigid length of him over his jeans, squeezing gently until a groan is all but torn from his chest.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and this is one of those things. Fury, albeit reluctantly, tears his mouth from mine, leaving me panting and breathless.
“Um, not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” I ask, still struggling to draw a full breath.
“Love that bra, baby,” he replies.
That might be part of it, but I know Fury well enough to determine that isn’t the only reason why. Deciding not to press him on the issue – honestly, I really, really don’t have the time now – I shrug, and go about pulling a tank top from one of the drawers.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry, baby? I thought we had, at least, an hour until we have to head to the clubhouse and start getting shit sorted,” Fury grumbles behind me.
It’s true, we do. Or we would if I didn’t want to go and check on Blaine first. Something happened between her and Jonas last night, and she won’t answer my calls or texts, so I’m going over here to find out what the hell is going on with her.
Things haven’t gotten easier for Blaine when it comes to the weird love-hate, friendship slash relationship she’s got going on with Jonas. While he might be improving, his attitude toward my best friend isn’t. That’s not to say Blaine lies down and takes it, she doesn’t. But I can’t help thinking there has to be a reason why she won’t just cut him loose until Jonas pulls his head out of his ass.
At first, I thought maybe something had happened between them. You know, maybe they’d done the horizontal mambo or whatnot. Alas, when I approached her about it, Blaine expressly denied it. I did
, however, catch the corners of her lips twitch and the blush that colored her cheeks so I’m thinking my friend has some explaining to do, but I’ll leave that for another day. Today’s going to be hard enough without adding extra stress that’s better left for when we’re alone together.
This afternoon is the first hog roast I’m attending with Fury as his old lady. Six weeks ago, he came home with a huge, plain white box, dumped it on the couch and tore the lid off saying; “That’s yours. Let me know if it fits.” After that romantic display, Fury walked off to take a shower and left me gaping between the box and his retreating back.
The soft, buttery black leather vest with ‘Property of’ rocker at the top and ‘Fury’ rocker at the bottom fits me like a glove. I can’t wear it to work – I think Lottie would frown on me showing the clubs’ colors at work – but I do wear it everywhere else. The first occasion being, when I stripped off my clothes and put it on, only leaving me in my panties, and went in search of my man to show him how much I loved it and him.
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