by Joanna Blake
“Tell me.” I nuzzled my face into her neck, kissing her softly as I breathed my question into her perfect little ear.
“I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are. Tell me what else.”
“I’ll move in with you. Tommy too.”
That was good, but not what I was after. Not what I craved. Then she changed everything.
“What else?”
I leaned up to look down at her. I’d never seen anything like it in my life. The trust and innocent lust in her eyes almost undid me.
“I want you to take my virginity.” She blushed a bit and bit her lip, looking away. “Right now.”
Holy hell. I’d expected that might be on the table, but I’d thought I was getting three little words first.
Turned out, those seven little words were just as good.
I squeezed her narrow waist.
“You’re sure? Once I start . . .”
“I’m sure. I want you, Callaway. Please don’t make me wait.”
Well, hell. How could I say no to that? I grinned and kissed her lips hard. Then I travelled down her body, kissing and biting her as I went, soft little nips that made her squeal.
“Callaway!”
“Shh . . .”
My little Princess was going to have to wait for the grand finale. She was a virgin and I had a massive piece of equipment. I had to prepare her first.
And then it would be my turn to feel her wrapped around my cock.
I felt my cock grow even larger at the thought, if that was even possible.
I started slow, licking and tasting her puffy little pussy lips. She gasped and made sexy little whimpers as I went deeper, pushing my tongue inside her. Fuck, she’s tight! I had no clue how I was getting my ten-inch cock into paradise, but I had to try. I used my tongue a bit and then switched to fingers, sliding one in to start.
“Oh, Christ. Sweetheart, you have to try and relax for me.”
“I am relaxed.”
Her breathy voice did sound calm. Shit. If she was so tight I could barely get my finger inside her, we were going to be here a long ass time. I felt my cock leak precum as I ground my teeth.
Better make her come quick. Maybe get another finger in. Make her come and she’ll open up.
I lowered my head again, licking and sucking her clit into my mouth. It wasn’t long before she arched off the bed, shuddering her release. I doubled down, adding another finger. She had opened up, just a bit. I worked her, gently stretching her, my fingers getting all the fun.
My cock is jealous as hell, truth be told.
She came again, and I moaned in helpless pleasure, feeling like I was close to coming with her. It wouldn’t surprise me at this point if my sweet girl made me come without even touching me. But I wanted to wait. I wanted the whole thing.
I slid a third finger inside her and pulled it out again, satisfied that I’d prepared her. I had a chance of getting inside her now. I’d go slow so as not to hurt her.
I wasn’t sure it would work, but it was now or never. I’d been wanting this since the first moment I saw her. This was it.
It’s time to make her mine.
Chapter Nineteen
Molly
I was not nervous. I was ready. Prepared. Eager. Not even a little bit nervous. Not until I saw it.
I was thunderstruck when I saw it.
It was huge. Bigger than huge. It was monstrous.
Callaway has a horse cock.
Seriously, it looked like it belonged on a horse. Or a rhino. Or a freaking dinosaur.
It looks like it belongs in a damn missile silo.
What he had wasn’t normal. It was a third appendage. Big, hard, and somehow impossible to look away from.
Callaway was on his back, kicking his jeans off. He shimmied them down and kicked them off. Then he rolled over and looked at me. He must have caught the fact that I was practically hyperventilating because his face got all worried and he rubbed his hand up and down my arm.
“Hey, baby girl. You sure about this?”
I knew he wanted me to say yes. I wanted to say yes. So I nodded, feeling less sure than I had before. He was huge. I was not. It was going to hurt.
But it would make him happy, so I whispered, “Yes.”
“I’ll go slow, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid.”
His gorgeous face was so serious, so solemn as he positioned himself above me. The smooth, flat expanse of his chest and belly pressed into me. It felt so good. Even the tip of his cock felt like heaven as it pressed into my folds. But then it inched inside and I felt like I was splitting in two.
“Oh. Um . . .”
I was nervous and he knew it. He stopped with his cock just inside me, holding perfectly still above me. It did feel good, but I knew it was just the tip.
“You are made to stretch, baby. Don’t be scared. Just tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
“You said you couldn’t stop once we started.”
He frowned, shaking his head earnestly.
“I’ll always stop if it’s hurting. I promise. It won’t be easy but . . . Hmmph . . . I promise I will stop.”
He looked at me intently, his jaw clenched as he held his whole body back. All that raw power in check. And he was doing it just for me.
“Am I hurting you, Mols? Please, God, just tell me. Because you feel like paradise to me.”
“No. You’re not hurting me.”
He exhaled in relief and inched forward again. I gasped at the feeling of stretching. It still didn’t hurt, not exactly. But I felt really, really full.
Maybe this is what having a baby feels like . . .
Why are you thinking about babies, Molly? Focus!
I let myself relax and slid my arms around Callaway’s neck. His handsome face was serious, his eyes dark as he focused on what he was doing. What we were doing.
We were really doing it. We were finally having sex. Like two normal people in a relationship. It was no big deal.
Except Callaway was an outlaw biker with piercings and a horse dick and I was an inexperienced girl with major baggage. He’d had dozens of women, I had no doubt. Maybe more. And now he was . . . what? My boyfriend?
Calling a man like Callaway your boyfriend didn’t seem right. It was too tame. Too soft.
No, Callaway isn’t my boyfriend.
He’s my man.
The man braced above me was hard. Literally everywhere. Except maybe his lips.
He moaned as he slid in a little further. He was really taking his time. He did care about me. He wasn’t going to hurt me.
“Oh, there it is.”
“What?”
“I can feel your hymen.”
My mouth opened. I hadn’t expected him to say that. It sounded so . . . medical.
“I can do this without hurting. I hope . . .”
He angled his hips and wiggled around a bit. I nearly laughed, except that it felt incredibly good. So I moaned instead.
“What are . . . mmm . . . what are you doing?”
“Ah, fuck, Molly, you feel so good. Mmm . . . my buddy told me how to do this . . . without hurting you.”
“Do what?”
“I’ll tell you after. Okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
He was breathing heavily as he worked, closing his eyes in concentration. Then something shifted inside me and he slid forward. If I thought I felt full before, this was full times ten. I felt an enormous pressure inside me, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
“Oh!”
“You okay?”
I nodded. “I think so.”
He kissed me softly. Then he lifted his head to stare down at me.
“I really want to move now, but I won’t until you’re ready.”
I nodded and realized that it didn’t hurt. Not even a little. I realized that I wanted him to move.
“Okay.”
“Tell me when.”
“Now.”
He kissed me again, and I felt him pull out j
ust a little bit, then push back in. Then he did it again. And again. Slow and steady.
And oh, my, did it feel good. Everything that had happened before was . . . well, it was nothing compared to this. His skin rubbed against my clit every time he went deep, and I felt myself getting close to coming again.
He lifted my leg on one side and wrapped it around his hip without stopping the sawing motion. He was so confident, so sure of what he was doing. And the look in his eyes took my breath away.
Pure need. Lust. Love.
For me.
“Jesus, I’m close.” He stopped moving above me. “I can’t believe how good you feel, baby.”
“You feel good too.”
He groaned and I felt him swell deep inside me.
“I can pull out. But I don’t want to.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I want everything. I want to have a baby with you.”
“A baby?”
He nodded and pressed my lips with a quick kiss.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me I can come inside you.”
I don’t know what made me say yes, but I did. Maybe it was the tingles spreading deep inside me, everywhere his cock touched me. Maybe it was the hopeful look on his face.
Maybe it was the way he told me he loved me over and over again as I felt him explode inside me.
I arched against him, shaking and shivering as I found my release. We came together, almost as if his body had told me what to do and when to do it. It felt so good. So right. I knew I had made the right decision.
“I love you, Molly.”
I fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter Twenty
Jack
“So, this is it.”
Callaway stood there, looking like a weasel in a hen house. I shook my head. He’d always been the wildest of all of us, which was saying something.
And now the wild child was ready to settle down. In fact, he was dead-set on it. He’d even taken his girl’s kid brother under his wing, helping the kid with physical therapy and wheeling him around town in his wheelchair.
They made quite a pair, a clean-cut kid who looked sixteen but was mentally twelve, and the tattoo-covered guy in leather and ripped denim who usually sported some sort of variation on a mohawk minus the shaved sides. Callaway had big hair. Almost as big as his personality.
But he and the Tommy had hit it off. And he was in love with the girl, that much was plain. Now that he was house hunting, I had to do my best to support him. Callaway might be crazy, but he was loyal to a fault and surprisingly good with the kids. He’d gotten the bug when he met Whiskey and Becky’s girl the first time. And now the man had babies on the brain.
“It’s perfect.”
He turned in a circle, taking in the mid-century ranch house. It was dated and there was a lot of work to do, but it was a good lot on a quiet family-oriented street, with plenty of older SOS guys living in the area. A little more rural than suburban and not far from Donnie and Sally’s place, right next door to his mom and sister. Spitting distance from the place I was secretly fixing up for Janet, in fact.
“How did you even know about it?”
“The house belonged to a club guy’s aunt. It’s a good neighborhood. My place is just down the block, and Donnie is less than half a mile from here.”
“I noticed. Molly will love that.”
“Janet will too. Those two have gotten thick these past few weeks.”
And they had. Not that it surprised me. Janet was definitely not short on friends like Molly was, but Callaway’s lady was a great girl. She was sweet and hardworking. The kids loved her too. We all pretty much thought she was a magician. She’d somehow tamed Callaway, almost by accident. She had succeeded where a thousand women had failed. And she did it without even trying, from what I could tell.
“Tell him I’ll take it.”
“You wanna haggle?”
Callaway had that crazy gleam in his eye he used to get right before a bender. He’d slide up to the bar and ask Donnie for an entire bottle. And now that Donnie’s cousin Mac was manning the bar late nights, he was all too familiar with the look he had in his eyes right now.
It meant that Callaway was all-in. Not with partying these days. Just all-in with this house, settling down, everything.
“No. Just tell him I’ll take it.”
“You getting a mortgage? He’ll need to see something on paper for that.”
“Cash. I can give it to him tomorrow.”
I raised a brow. This was whole-hog, even for Callaway. But try talking to a man in love. I just shook my head.
“You got it, man.”
“Let’s go work on those cabinets for your place. They still at Whiskey’s?”
I nodded. “Moving them over to install in a few days.”
“Perfect. I’ll help you finish them up.”
“You figure if you help me a lot with my house, I’ll help with yours, eh?”
He grinned at me.
“Hell, no. You would have helped me anyway.”
I grumbled ‘cheeky bastard’ under my breath, but other than that, I didn’t say much. The cheeky bastard was right. We Riders stuck together. Even Crazy Callaway. He was my brother for life and he knew it.
An annoyingly wild little brother who had screwed his way through legions of women, but a brother all the same. He slapped my back and I glared at him.
“Come on, Jack. Let’s get to work.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Janet
“We need to pass out these notices about shots and flu season.”
Molly nodded, accepting the brightly-colored photocopies we’d made earlier. They pretty much said that if your kid was sick, to keep them home. Also, if you weren’t getting shots, we reserved the right to keep the kids out of a class. That only happened when we had a kid with a weakened immune system who needed to be protected, but it had come up a few times and we needed to be upfront about our policy.
“I’ll make sure everyone gets one when they come in and then check them off the list. That way, if anyone isn’t in class, we can mail them a copy.”
I beamed at Molly.
“Perfect. You’re really good at this, you know?”
She smiled at me shyly and I was struck again by how innocent she was. How on earth had she ended up with Callaway? But she made him happy. And more far importantly, in my opinion, he made her happy.
“You’re glowing.” I blinked. “You aren’t preggo, are you?”
She shook her head.
“I don’t think so. But I really don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? Are you guys trying already?”
She turned pink and shook her head again.
“Not trying . . . but not being careful either.”
“Wow. You guys just got together. It’s only been, what, a month since things got serious?”
“A little longer. Callaway says we don’t need birth control.”
I crossed my arms and stared at her. I felt a responsibility toward her. Molly was already like a little sister to me. I knew Jack felt the same way about Callaway, so he’d be getting an earful from me later. He had to rein his ‘little brother’ in!
“Oh, he did, did he?”
“He says he’s keeping me so there’s no point in it.”
“Keeping you.”
She nodded earnestly. I knew none of the inner circle were pigs about women, but they could be high-handed with us girls sometimes. It irked me. Except when Jack did it, of course. When Jack laid down the law, it was always because he was worried or trying to protect me. Other than that, he pretty much let me do whatever I wanted.
Because Jack was just about perfect.
“All the Sons of Satan can be arrogant, but the inner circle is a whole other level.”
“How do you mean?”
“Dev, of course, but he’s President. Jack, Donnie, Whiskey, Lucky, and Callaway. Mac too, once he’s initiated. They ca
ll themselves The Devil’s Riders. And they are good men. But they are bossy as fuck.”
She covered her mouth at my profanity.
“Let me tell you something, Molly.”
She looked at me attentively. She was so stunningly beautiful it was kind of hard to believe. Her looks were pure and without artifice. She could have been plucked back in time to another century and she would look perfectly at home. And that look drove men absolutely batty with lust. It was just as bad as it had been with Kaylie. And when I went out with both of them together, forget it. It was like watching a parade. Or better yet, being on a float. All the heads swiveled to stare. And the few times we’d been out with Becky and Sallie too, it was even worse. It was almost like time stood still.
Jack said we were a dirty joke waiting to happen.
Three brunettes, a blonde, and a redhead walked into a bar . . .
I sighed. Having beautiful friends was a trial, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t compare myself to anyone. My girls were beautiful inside and out. And besides, Jack was fond of telling me I was beautiful. Every day, and not just once. As long as he thought so, I didn’t much care about anything else.
“My babies are the best thing that ever happened to me. I wasn’t sure I was ready, but I wanted to be ready. Do you understand?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I’m just saying don’t let him push you too fast. You don’t have to have a baby right away.”
“Oh.” She chewed her lip and shrugged. “Callaway wants one.”
“That man wants more than one.”
She giggled. “You think so?”
“Yes, I do.”
“How do you know?”
“Because once I learned to trust him, he started helping out with the kids sometimes.”
“Trust him?”
“In some ways, he’s even rougher than most of the guys. Wilder. And I’ve heard stories that would turn your hair white. But he’s a pussycat with the people he loves.”
“Stories?”
I shook my head.
“Not my place. But I will tell you without a doubt that he wants a houseful of kids.”