Acceptance (The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 5)

by K E Osborn

  Our lips touch softly, but not kissing as we pant for breath, the emotion of the moment knowing we’re both in this fully, I can’t hold back any longer as I shift pressing my lips to his. He doesn’t hesitate, his lips urgent against mine. The need, the hunger as our tongues find refuge in each other. My fingers threading through his longer-than-normal hair as I hold him to me kissing him fervently.

  His hips rock against me, his cock so hard I don’t know how he’s keeping himself together not thrusting up inside of me, but he obviously has other ideas. His kiss softens from my lips as he breaks our lips apart, trailing his bearded mouth down my neck. His tongue darts out as he glides it along my sensitive skin. I wriggle beneath him as he edges down my body, his tongue gliding over my nipple. He takes it into his mouth with a deep sucking motion. My back arches off the bed as I let out a small whimper at the feeling. Tingles sliver from my nipple straight down to my clit as his teeth graze against my flesh, his hand slides between my legs as his finger rotates on my swollen nub, my wetness already greeting him as he circles on me effortlessly. The feeling is exciting sending a wave of adrenaline through me.

  He knows my mind, my personality, my flaws, my strengths, but he hasn’t had time to get to know how to treat my body. But right now, you wouldn’t know it. He’s working me up so damn well, every touch, every kiss, every flick of his finger and tongue is like a new height of pleasure making every single awful thing that happened today disappear into the back recesses of my mind.

  All I’m thinking of is him.

  All I want is him.

  Chains.

  Ty.

  The man I love.

  With another rotate of his finger, I soar to dizzying heights. My back arches as I moan, my fingers gripping onto the sheets of my bed tightly. Lights begin to dance behind my eyelids as the muscles in my neck tense. My breathing quickens while the adrenaline courses through my veins. He flicks again.

  “Come for me, baby.”

  Hearing those words, then his mouth sucks on my nipple hard, the same time he presses on my clit—it’s all I need to send me over the edge.

  My back arches as my entire body shudders splintering off into a million pieces. My fingers grab the sheets gripping so hard if they were his skin, he would bleed as my muscles contract, then explode in an excruciating awesome orgasm.

  “God, yes,” I moan, my head flopping to the side as he lets out a small chuckle, his mouth slowly kissing under my breast.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

  Chains sits up abruptly, grabbing my hips, hoisting us over. I scream out in a laugh as he flips us so dramatically I flop down on top of him while he falls to the mattress below with me straddling him. I somehow find the strength to sit back, looking down at him.

  “Have something in mind, do we, cowboy?” I ask.

  He waggles his eyebrows. “I want you to feel like you’re in control, but I still want to have a little fun while I’m at it,” he instructs.

  Cocking my brow, my hands move to his chest, but he shakes his head. “Nuh-uh.” His legs bend, his knees coming up behind me. I giggle as he tilts his head. I think I see where this is going. His hands slide down my torso seductively, instantly turning the mood back on. My body tingles, his strong hands grab at my waist hoisting me up. I aid him as I ease myself up then lower. My pussy slides to the tip of his hard cock. I stop, looking into his eyes as I pause, and we connect on every level as I slowly slide down onto him. Our eyes never leave each other as we rock together joining completely.

  Both our mouths open wide making an ‘O’ shape as we pant from the overwhelming feeling of fullness. Him inside me is a feeling I’ll never get used to, but one I fucking love the hell out of. His hand slides from my hip up the center of me. We stay still, not moving as he slides his hand to the middle of my chest. He pushes me back, my body falling with his instruction as my back rests on his inclined knees. The angle of my body making his cock take on an amazing angle, and we haven’t even started moving yet.

  He thrusts up. I gasp as he hits the perfect fucking spot for me to almost come instantly as I try so hard to keep myself together. My hands fall back on the bed to support myself as my head arches in pleasure.

  “Shit, Ty,” I gasp.

  “I know, hold on,” he instructs, my hands move to grip his ankles as he starts to move me on top of him at the same time moving himself. He’s right. I do have control in this, but so does he. So, I move my body up and down on him as his hand presses me down onto his thighs. It’s sexy as fuck as we rock together. The pressure building as he pushes inside of me and I slam down on him. His face contorting in that delicious way. Seeing him affected by me is empowering as I ride him for all he’s worth.

  The pressure.

  The power.

  The pleasure.

  Everything feels so incredibly amazing as his free hand slides up my thigh. It feels so damn good, I don’t even register what he’s doing until it hits. His finger presses on my clit, the wave of ecstasy flows through me instantly as he thrusts upward at the same time.

  It’s a rush, an undeniable surge of euphoria as I pant riding him. His cock’s so hard inside of me as he thrusts up, the same time his finger rotates on my clit so strongly, so forcefully, it’s like all the pleasure in the world is crashing down around me at the same time. My nails rip into his ankles as I ride through the storm. It hits, wave after wave, like a typhoon as he presses firmly on my clit. He thrusts up rocking his hips in just the right way to have me seeing goddamn stars.

  “Ty, fuck!” I gasp as my eyes roll back in utter contented bliss. My muscles tense around his cock, my body shudders as my breath catches, then everything releases in a giant waves.

  Relaxing as he groans like he’s felt my pleasure rushing through him too, my head’s a fog while my body almost stops moving on him in relief because everything’s so damn sensitive.

  “Shit, Bex, your pussy feels incredible when you come,” Chains murmurs bringing me back to the now. My eyes open, my head moves forward as I glance down at him. I forgot to keep moving in my climax coma, and he still needs to get there. So, I move. Grinding my hips with all I have, putting every scrap of effort I have left in me into it. Even though I thought nothing could possibly waken me back up, I’m starting to feel aroused again as I ride him.

  “Fuck, Bex,” he groans as my hands move up into my hair. I gnaw on my bottom lip trying like hell to be sexy for him, to turn him on as he watches my every move with a hard glint in his eyes—a hooded look. One which says he definitely likes what he sees.

  Our eyes lock as I feel the pressure building inside of me again, but this isn’t about me this time, so I try to ignore it as I focus in on his eyes. They’re glassy, unfocused, he’s close—so fucking close.

  I grind down on him just a little bit deeper. He jerks. His eyes closing as his hands move to my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, tight. He groans as I feel his cock throbbing inside of me. My hands move to his chest as I roll on him to give him as much pleasure as possible.

  “Fuuuck,” he groans, his head flopping to the side as he thrusts up inside of me, stopping and unloading everything he has.

  I bite my bottom lip.

  Our sex is amazing.

  As he opens his eyes, I know he thinks so too.

  His hands loop out yanking me to him. I let out a small squeal as I fall to him. He chuckles as I look into his eyes while his hand strokes through my hair holding me just in front of his face.

  “You’re fucking perfect.”

  I snort out a laugh. “Hardly.”

  Chains shakes his head. “Fucking perfect, Bex. In every goddamn way.”

  I push my head into the nook of his neck and shoulder as we lay here, still joined, trying to catch our breath. “You’re staying tonight, right?”

  He scoffs, his hands sliding up and down my back comfortingly. “I’m never leaving.”

  I look back up at him with a giggle. “Then I gue
ss we better get some takeout?”

  “Yeah, first takeout, then… the rest of our lives.”

  My stomach swirls in excitement. “Yeah… then the rest of our lives.”

  CHAINS

  We ordered in from Bex’s favorite Chinese place for an extremely late dinner as we sit in her clinical style living room. She sits cross-legged on her pristine white sofa, a long T-shirt pulled over her legs as I lounge back in my boxer briefs with a full stomach trying to decide whether I should try to stuff in one more eggroll or not.

  She sucks in a strand of noodle as I glance up at her. She looks so fucking flawless right now. Hair up in a messy bun, no makeup on her stunning face, the only downside is the swelling marks on her skin and bruising from the trauma of today. But I know they will heal as she eats noodles straight from the box so casually like this couldn’t be more of the most ideal fucking date night ever. After the day we’ve had, this casual night couldn’t be more perfect, more us. We don’t need anything fancy. We know each other inside and out. Spending time on the sofa, just being ourselves, is all we need.

  Subtly glancing at me sideways, she stops sucking her noodle midway, chomping down on it making the remainder fall into the box as she smiles at me. “What are you grinning about?”

  I chuckle. “Just how effortless this is.”

  She places the box of noodles on the coffee table with a sigh. “It is, isn’t it?”

  I glance around her living area with a shrug. “Yeah… but if I’m going to be spending more time here, then we need to do something about this décor.”

  “Whatever do you mean?” Her tone is definitely mocking.

  I stand up grabbing the empty food containers placing them in the plastic bag to take to the trash. “I mean if I’m gonna be here, then all this…” I point around the room, “… white needs to go. Or at least get some life in it, Bex. It’s so…”

  “Drab,” she finishes with a giggle.

  I shrug. “It’s not you. Sure, you’re a doctor, and in your career the hospital has to be clinical, but your home doesn’t need to be, too.”

  “I’ve never been comfortable here. It’s why I love being at the club. Will you help me make this place a home? Maybe… our home?”

  Putting the Chinese containers down, I step up to her taking Bex’s face gently in my hands looking her in her stunning eyes. “I love you. If that’s your roundabout way of asking me to move in with you… then, yes, I will, but there’s something I gotta tell you first. Something I’ve been thinking about since we got back here earlier.”

  “Tell me?”

  “I want your Old Lady name to be Chills. Remember the fever I said you give me? It’s what I get every single time I’m around you. I think Chills is the only name fit to suit you. If you’ll take it, that is?”

  Her eyes widen as she tilts her head. “If you’re giving me an Old Lady name, then—”

  “Then I’m claiming you, Bex. You’re mine. Officially. After today, I don’t care about shit. I just want you with me, fucking always.”

  She stands up suddenly, thrusting herself forward into my arms kissing me hard. Her lips press against mine sending that goddamn fever right through me. My mouth opens as I lift her up, her legs wrap around my waist as I start walking to her room. Our tongues colliding furiously as we kiss like there’s no tomorrow.

  She’s my lifeblood, I need her to survive. I always have. As I step inside her room, over to her bed, the sheets are still in disarray from our fucking only an hour before. I lay her onto the bed hovering over her. “You’re a fucking caveman, you know that?”

  “Yeah, woman, I know,” I reply, my hand snaking down to the hem of her top, lifting it up over her head as she giggles at me.

  And now I’m gonna show her how much of a caveman I can be.

  Movement on my face pulls me from my slumber. I haven’t slept this deep in so fucking long it’s kind of hard for me to wake up. The feeling of Chills kissing my face repeatedly brings a smile to my lips, a tingle to my cock. My eyes slowly flicker open taking in the sight before me. Chills in my arms, in the same position she went to sleep in last night. Her face alight in such happiness as she peppers me in kisses all over my face.

  I let out a light chuckle as I grab her, pulling her away from me shaking my head. “What the fuck, woman?”

  She peers down at me so blissfully I think she might burst from her excitement.

  “Ty, think about it,” she chimes beaming with pride.

  It takes me a few seconds before I slot the pieces of the puzzle together.

  Waking from a deep sleep.

  Being in the same position as when we went to bed.

  Feeling like I’ve slept all damn night.

  My eyes widen as I look at her realizing the same thing she has. “I didn’t have a nightmare?”

  She giggles wrapping her arm around my neck. “I know! I woke up realizing it was daylight. I got so excited I just started kissing you. You slept through the night, Ty!”

  Something tightens in my chest, a feeling, a pressure, I’m not sure what it is, so I sit on the bed breathing a little faster.

  Chills sits beside me, her hand on my back as she looks me up and down. “Are you okay?”

  I don’t really know how to answer that question. Am I okay? I’ve had a nightmare every night of my life for as long as I can remember. I don’t know what this means, but I’m so glad I was able to get even one night of peace. I turn looking at Chills with a relieved sigh. “I don’t know if I’m okay just yet, but I think… I think with you by my side and with the psych’s help, I will be.”

  Her hand slides into mine, making me feel warm and safe. “I’ll be here… every step of the way.”

  “I know, I think that’s why we need to go see Abi and Will again. Tell them how serious we are. We need to get their approval in this Chills. It means everything to me.”

  She tightens her hand in mine. “I get it, and I agree. If we’re going to be living together, and I’m gonna be your Old Lady, then we need to tell them before they hear it from someone else.”

  “Do you think we’ll get their acceptance?”

  Her face lights up in the brightest of warmth, filling me with hope. “I think we already have it, Ty, but if you need to hear those words, then I’m sure they will give it to us.”

  With a heavy sigh, I bring my hand up caressing her cheek then lean in to kiss her. She tastes like heaven. She’s everything I could ever want. I only wish we had made this move sooner. We could have been this happy long ago.

  She pulls back from me, moving to get out of the bed. I follow as we both set about getting dressed. We know we have to be back at the club this afternoon, so we need to see our parents this morning.

  The ride into Beverly doesn’t take long. We figured we’d go unannounced as it seems to be our usual lately when going to visit them. Pulling my bike onto the concrete path, I don’t fail to notice Mrs. McCrery sneaking a look through her curtains as per normal. I laugh to myself as Chills slides off the back. I follow, then lean in undoing my helmet from around her head. The door flings open as Abi sashays out wearing her fluffy slippers and a robe seeming happier than normal.

  “These morning visits are becoming a habit for you now, Ty. I gotta say, I’m loving you’re bringing Rebecca with you, too. Two for the price of one.” She throws her arms around me as I step onto the porch to greet her as Chills follows behind me. Abi yanks her in for a group hug. We all chuckle as we embrace.

  “It’s so good to see you both. When Ace called me late last night, I have to say… I was scared, Ty. When a member of the club calls you, not your son, you start to think the worst. You should have called me, not Ace,” she berates pulling back looking into my eyes sternly.

  I grimace. “Shit! I didn’t think. It was a fucking massive day, but after all that happened, I just needed some time with Bex. We both had crap go down, so we needed to decompress. Sorry, Abi.”

  “I’m sorry, too,” Bex offers
.

  Abi exhales glancing at her, but she shakes her head grabbing each of Bex’s hands tightly.

  “When I went to the club, you weren’t there, but those children, Ty.” Her face scrunches up in obvious pain. “It took me right back… they were just like you were.”

  My stomach churns while trying not to think of the torment they have all suffered at that motherfucker’s hands.

  “Don’t worry, I made sure they were all taken care of.” She grabs both my hands forcing me to look directly at her. “They’re safe now, I promise you. They’re in the best care possible. They’ll have counseling, they’ll go into homes, they will be loved. No more torment for them. They made it out because of you.”

  Chills wraps her arm around my waist cuddling into me. I can’t help but notice Abi watching the interaction closely as I take a deep breath.

  “Come inside, your father’s on his computer as always, but I will make you a coffee, and we can have a better chat. Okay?” she asks.

  I glance at Chills, she simply nods, so we all turn heading for the front door. I kick off my boots as we head inside our family home. We make our way straight for the kitchen where Will is at his tiny computer desk checking out Friday’s markets.

  As we walk in, he doesn’t turn to acknowledge us but his hand shoots up in the air as he waves it about. “Hey kids, good to see you,” he murmurs but continues scrolling through his website.

  Chills and I take a seat at the rickety old wooden table while I sit next to Abi.

  Abi takes a deep breath smiling at us as her hand moves out across the table taking mine in hers. “Ty, I don’t know what happened yesterday with those boys, but all I do know is it’s directly related to your past. No one told me as much, but I’m not stupid. I can put the pieces of the puzzle together. I can also see the bruises on Rebecca’s neck. Now, I’m not saying in any way you put them there, but I am saying whatever happened yesterday to get those boys out of there, for you to make sure they and our daughter got out of there alive… well, I just want to thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.” She sniffles as I exhale glancing back to Chills as she reaches out grabbing my free hand.