Her mother wouldn’t have dreamed of giving her sex books when she was growing up. Emily wasn’t under any illusions that the only reason Shirley gave them to her was because she was well over the age of consent, and had a daughter of her own.
One of his hands moved around to the front of her body. She gasped as his finger slid through the lips of her pussy going down to finger her cunt.
“Blaine?”
“Don’t be afraid with me, Emily. I’ve had a lot of time to think about us together. A lot of time and a lot of yearning to have you in my life. I’ve got a lot of fantasies I want you to live out with me.”
“What if I don’t match up to your fantasies?”
He pumped his finger inside her several times. “You feel how wet you are?” She nodded. “This is one of my fantasies, and you’re making it better than even I imagined it and it was all inside my head.”
She giggled, resting her head onto his shoulder as he touched her ass and pussy. The water cascaded down them. She opened her eyes to see his cock standing out rock hard and proud. Reaching between them, she grabbed his cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he said.
Glancing up, she saw it wasn’t pain that had him cursing but pleasure.
Working his cock up and down, she teased the slit at the tip that was leaking out pre-cum.
“You’ve got no idea what your touch does to me. I feel alive when your hands are on my body.”
“You’re alive anyway.”
“No, not like this.” She saw he was serious and didn’t mock him. When Blaine touched her, the rest of the world fell away so only the two of them existed.
He pressed his thumb to her clit, working her body to orgasm. She wanted him to come with her. Emily didn’t let up from working his cock.
“You keep that up and I’m going to come,” he said.
She smiled. “That’s what I want.”
He growled but added a third finger inside her, thrusting harder inside.
Emily cried out as with a final caress of his thumb she splintered apart in his arms. Blaine followed her. His seed spurted out of the tip to coat her stomach. They were both gasping for breath as Blaine took her lips. This was the start of their new life, and Emily was going to stop looking at the past and only pay attention to the future. She was tired of wanting him but holding herself back. Emily wasn’t doing this for Darcy. She was doing this for herself. If she didn’t then she’d only live her life with regrets.
****
Baker relaxed sipping his beer as he watched the football match playing on the television. All the tables and stiff backed chairs had been changed for leather seats so that the main bar was more like a sitting room than a bar. No one would believe this room was the place the sweet-butts worked their magic and got fucked.
Fighter had taken Rose back home after dinner, so it was Baker’s time off. Tiny had already spoken to him about the bake-off for Christmas, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do it. He’d not cooked for a crowd since his wife and kid had been killed.
Adam, one of the guys being given a chance to join the Skulls, sat down with him. The other man had been a biker for a long time. He’d been a Nomad, a guy who travelled from place to place without settling for one club or one town.
“The tree’s fucking ace,” Adam said, with his strong British accent.
“The old ladies know what they’re doing.”
“That they do. Is Lash always like, you know…”
“Protective, deadly, threatening bodily harm?” Baker asked. Adam nodded. “Yeah, pretty much. No one touches or harms his woman. Angel’s to be protected at all costs.”
“I heard the rumors but didn’t know it was possible. I knew Lash as a small lad. Wouldn’t put him down as the ball and chain one.”
“I wouldn’t say shit to him. Lash doesn’t look at other pussy, but no one talks smack to Angel.” Baker took a sip of his beer as the bell rang on the door.
Both men froze and looked at each other.
“Who the fuck would ring the bell?” Adam asked.
Getting to his feet, Baker pulled his gun out of the back of his jeans, removed the safety, and moved toward the door. “Who is it?” he asked, shouting the words through the door.
“It’s Millie Levy. I’ve got the toy delivery Eva asked me to bring.”
“I’ll go and check,” Adam said, getting to his feet.
Putting the safety back on his gun, and putting it back in his pocket, Baker opened the door.
A wave of cold blasted at him, but it was nothing compared to the kick in the gut he got when he caught sight of the supposed Millie. She smiled up at him. “Hi, I’ve not gotten it wrong, have I?” She held a card in her hand. “Eva said to drop it off at the clubhouse and not her home.” Millie lifted the card for him to see. Her gloved hands stopped him from seeing if she was taken or not. All thought left him as he stared into her kind face and warm eyes.
She kept staring at him. “Erm, have I got the wrong place?”
“No, you haven’t,” Eva said, rushing out. Baker glanced back at Tiny’s woman to see she was disheveled. It didn’t take a lot of guesses to know what they had been up to.
Millie smiled over at Eva. “I’ve got the car full like you asked.” She took a step back going into the cold once again. Her thick coat hid the curves from view.
“Tiny, come on. Help,” Eva said.
“I’m coming, woman.” Tiny and Adam came out of the room. “You keep farting, Adam, and I swear you’re going to find another club.”
“What? It got you out of the room.”
Baker walked out toward the car, not interested in listening to Adam give some kind of excuse.
The trunk of her car was up, and Mille was pulling out large sacks of gifts. He stepped up behind her, and as she straightened he got a strong scent of vanilla.
She turned around. “Eva ordered quite a bit of stuff.”
“I can see that.”
Millie’s smile disappeared. “Erm, it shouldn’t take long unloading the car.” She brushed past him to enter the clubhouse.
Eva came out along with Tiny and Adam. They all took two trips each to empty out the car. Millie put the last bag down on the floor turning toward Eva. “There. Your order is complete.” She pulled out a sheet of paper. “Please let me know if there are any problems.”
“Will do, Millie. You’re a star. Do you want to stay behind? I’ve got hot chocolate on the go.”
Baker stared at her hoping she’d stay and hoping she’d go.
“No, it’s okay. I’m on a diet. Could you let Blaine know that his order came in? He’ll know what I mean.”
“Sure.”
She left the clubhouse. Going to the door, Baker watched her leave, hating the feelings twisting in his gut.
Chapter Seven
Blaine opened his eyes to find Emily asleep beside him. Glancing over at the clock he saw it wasn’t even seven yet. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he looked over at his woman. She looked so peaceful in sleep. Emily lay on her front with both of her arms underneath her pillow. The blanket had ridden down her body exposing the naked length of her back. His cock hardened as the globes of her ass were visible to his view.
Pulling the hair off her shoulder, he laid a kiss to her exposed flesh before sliding down to press another bunch of kisses down her back until her reached the globe of her ass.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Her voice was dreary from sleep.
“I’m making you feel good. Lay back and enjoy it.” He rolled her over so that she was on her back. Running his hands up the side of her body, he cupped her full tits, pushing them together. He stroked her nipples, pinching them into hard points.
Blaine moved down until he was directly over her naked pussy. Opening her lips he latched onto her clit, sucking her into his mouth, moaning as the taste of her exploded on his tongue.
She groaned, arching up, and thrusting her pelvis against his face. Emily sa
nk her fingers into his hair, holding onto the length as he worked two fingers into her cunt. She was wet already. He teased her nub, focused on making her come. She cried out his name, her pussy tightening around his fingers as she hurtled into a mind-shattering orgasm.
He flipped her back onto her stomach, lifting her up to her knees. Gripping his cock, he aligned the tip to her entrance, and slid deep into her cunt.
Their moans mingled on the air as he worked every inch of his dick inside her. He gripped her hips, staring down at where they were connected. Blaine saw her puckered ass, which was calling to him to be filled. He licked his thumb, getting it nice and wet before he pressed it against her ass.
She groaned, pushing back against him. Her wanton behavior encouraged him to press a little bit harder to her ass. With his other hand, he held her in place as he began to fuck her hard, taking her in smooth strokes that went deep into her pussy.
“Yes, fuck me, Blaine. Harder.”
He gave it to her harder and pushed his thumb past that tight ring of muscles, going into her ass. She cried out, but he didn’t go any further. He stilled within her. Blaine wouldn’t hurt her. Touching and teasing her ass was about getting her used to feeling him there.
Blaine pounded her pussy.
The sight of her taking his cock and thumb was too much for him. He grunted as he filled her pussy once again with his cum.
He held onto her hips tightly. When he was finished, he pulled out of her body, and walked into the bathroom. Blaine grabbed a towel, washed his hands before he went back to Emily. She was still on her knees, and she was watching him as he appeared in the bedroom. Her blue eyes were cautious as she looked back at him.
Blaine cleaned her pussy before taking a seat beside her.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked.
“I liked what you did with your thumb.”
“Why do you look worried?”
“Should I have liked it so much?” She rolled over, sitting up. Emily covered her body with the blanket, and he mourned the loss of the view of her beautiful body exposed to his gaze.
He reached out and pushed more hair that had fallen over her shoulder out of the way. “There’s nothing wrong with you liking it so much. I like touching you and bringing you pleasure.”
She ran fingers through her hair. The just fucked look suited her. His cock stirred once again.
“I’ve got to get Darcy ready for school. It’ll be over soon. I’ve also got to gather the rest of our belongings from my parents.”
Emily started to get out of bed, but he stopped her with a hand on hers. “Don’t hide from what you want. If you want me to fuck you until you’re raw, I will. There’s nothing we can’t do together.”
She nodded. “It just takes some getting used to.” Emily took the blanket with her. He watched her walk around the room then stop to look back at him. “I’ve had to put all of those needs aside while I raised Darcy. I don’t need you to apologize. I’m just asking you to give me time to be comfortable enough to explore it.”
He stood, completely naked, letting her see the evidence of what she did to him every time he was around her. “This,” he said, gripping his cock, “is all yours. This is what you do to me. You don’t have to hide behind a blanket, Emily. You turn me on just by being you.”
He saw the indecision in her eyes. A small victory was won as the blanket went to the floor between them.
“I’ll get dressed.”
Blaine sat on the bed and watched her move around his room. This was another fantasy of his, and he was going to enjoy the first morning of many to come.
****
Emily waved to her daughter with Blaine standing beside her. They were both wrapped up in jackets, scarves, and gloves as the snow had fallen thickly. The roads were still clear, but Blaine wouldn’t be riding his bike for some time. Several of the moms were watching Blaine as they saw their daughter off to school. One of Blaine’s arms was over her shoulder, pulling her tightly against him.
“It’s fucking freezing.”
“I heard Angel was putting on a chili for tonight.”
“I doubt it’ll make much difference.”
They made their way over to the car, climbing inside. Blaine was the one driving. This was the first time they’d be together to go and see her parents. She didn’t know if she could look her mother in the eye after what they’d done that morning. Blaine didn’t seem worried as he drove toward her parents’ house. It was still early in the morning as Darcy needed to be in school by nine.
“You’ve always hated the cold,” Emily said, staring out of the window at the passing scenery. Fort Wills always looked so beautiful in the winter, especially Christmas. The town had splurged out on new decorations. The church was also aglow for the season. She, for one, loved the festive season and looked forward to celebrating this time of year for the first time as a family.
The Skulls clubhouse was constantly alive with activity, and a moment didn’t go by when something wasn’t going on. She loved the way the women converged on the kitchen to bake and cook. It wasn’t just the kitchen though. It was throughout the whole clubhouse. She walked into the games room to find Zero and Prue teaching Anthony and Miles how to play pool on a child’s pool table. They were all a family. They were a biker club that cared about one another. There was no crap taken by the outside world. The club took care of one another. They partied and played hard, but they loved even harder. Tiny was a caring man.
“What are you thinking about?” Blaine asked.
“I’m thinking about the club.”
“What about it?”
“I’ve heard the gossip around Fort Wills for years. There’re so many rumors about the place, but none of it is true. You’re a family.”
Blaine chuckled. “Don’t be completely fooled. We’re a family and loyalty’s the key, but a lot of crap has gone down in the club. Tiny demands the best of all the men.”
“I get that.” She hadn’t been oblivious to the stuff that went down. Blaine tried to keep most of the stuff close to him, but she’d known it affected him. He was always trying to protect her.
“I’m sorry. I’m so used to people saying shit about the club.”
“I’ve not got a problem with the club. I know you love it and the life.”
“It has always been about you, Emily. The club it offered me a home. I was one of the oldest prospects the club ever had.”
He’d turned his life around, and all she’d done was making it harder for him. Glancing down at her hands, she tried to think of the right words to say to him. She didn’t want to tell him that she loved him. It was too early for that. Emily didn’t know what she was waiting for. She had stopped fighting him because she didn’t want to hide anymore from her feelings. She did love him and was tired of always being miserable. There was a time when she had loved without fear. It had been too long since she’d allowed herself to relax. Giving birth, being a mother, the responsibility at such a young age had forced her to grow up. Now Blaine had showed her at every opportunity that he wasn’t going to fuck it up. It was time for her to stop fighting and to give him the trust he’d earned.
“You got shot for the club.”
“I protected the club women. I wouldn’t change what I did, Emily. If I hadn’t taken that bullet for Angel I wouldn’t have gotten to see you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Angel came to you, baby. She brought you back into my life. I’ll always be grateful to her for that.”
She winced as she thought about the times he’d been injured. Blaine hadn’t been lucky the past couple of years. She’d sat beside his bed as he’d been recovering. The fear of never talking to him had left her so heartbroken. The only person who’d made these last three years unbearable was her. She had a lot to make up for.
No more. She wouldn’t allow her own pain to interfere in their future.
Blaine pulled up outside of her parents’ house minutes late
r. They didn’t live far from the school, but he’d taken his time. She didn’t blame him. The roads may be cleared, but if ice had set they were screwed. She climbed out of the car and walked up to the front door.
“Do they know we’re coming?”
“They should know. I did tell them we’re coming.” She knocked on the front door, waiting for them to answer.
Emily heard a little squeal and then her mother opened the door. Shirley’s hair was mussed, and her cheeks were red.
“Honey, what are you doing here?”
She saw her mother’s shirt buttons were mismatched. “Seriously, I don’t want to know what you were doing,” she said.
Shirley closed her mouth as she’d opened it to explain or lie. Emily was so embarrassed. Her mother was more open about her sex life than she was. Blaine was chuckling behind her.
“Hi, Shirley.”
“Shit, you’re here for the rest of your stuff. I did remember. I put some eggy bread in the oven to bake.” Emily’s stomach chose that moment to growl. “See, I’m not a bad mother.”
Her father came to the door behind her mother.
“Blaine, it’s good to see you,” Lenard said.
Going inside the warm house, Emily removed her jacket, gloves, and scarf while Blaine did the same. Her father took him into the sitting room while she followed her mother down to the kitchen. The oven was indeed glowing with the evidence of her cooking.
“You’re looking better I see,” Shirley said. “Darcy in school?”
“Yes.”
“How’s she taking your move back with Blaine?”
“She’s happy. I did talk to her about it before I decided to do it.”
“It’s time you gave him a chance.”
Emily took a seat at the kitchen counter as her mother filled the kettle. “Are you looking forward to your cruise?”
“Yes. I’m sorry we’re not going to be here for Christmas. We really thought it would do you good to have the season with Blaine. He deserves it.”
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