by KB Winters
Baz crowded me and I pushed at his chest, drawing a deep laugh from him. “Don’t worry Trina, I won’t come to you unless you beg me to. And Sweetness, you will beg.”
Why did that deep sexy voice soak my panties and make my pussy clench? Because this man just did it for me. Every. Damn. Time. “I doubt it.”
He used his big body against me, pressing me into the wall so I could feel his cock hardening against me. Then he slanted his mouth across mine, devouring my hot breath until I could no longer tell where his breath stopped and mine started. I could only succumb to the pleasure that filled my mouth and radiated down my body until everything tingled, buzzed with a need to feel more of this man. Touch and taste more of him. I moaned into his mouth and he pulled back, hands speared through my hair. “Still doubt me?”
“Not you, exactly,” I stammered out to his answering chuckle.
“Well then, I’m happy to convince you.”
I shouldn’t encourage him, but with his hands on me, his body pressed into mine, I couldn’t resist. “You’re welcome to try.”
And that was all he needed to put those big hands on my ass and lift me, urging my legs to wrap around his waist which I did happily, groaning at the feel of his cock pressed right where I needed it to be. Long legs ate up the distance to my bedroom where he laid me out and slowly undressed me, with a sinful grin that lit up his handsome face. “Open up Trina.” That gritty commanding tone had my arousal already dripping down my thighs. “Now.”
I put my feet on the bed and spread my legs, pulsing at his heated look.
“Better. You’re so fucking beautiful, Sweetness. I’m gonna eat that pussy until you can’t feel your legs.”
Yes please, was the only thing I could think of at that moment. No one lit my body up like Baz did and right now, I felt like I might float away any minute. He knelt between my thighs and instead on moving nice and slow like I thought he might, he dove in fast and hard, alternating between fucking me with his tongue and sucking on my clit. “Baz, please!” I cried his name over and over, clutching his hair and grinding against his mouth.
“Can’t hear you,” he groaned, nibbling my clit before I could get another word out.
The sensations shook me, rattled my body from my head to my toes and then I flew apart, shattering while his mouth continued to make me feel oh so good. Then it became too much and I couldn’t control my limbs and Baz kept up steady strokes of his tongue on my clit. “Baz,” I panted out to get his attention.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled and stood, pulling my legs until they hung off the bed and spinning me like a rag doll. “How long this lasts depends on how fast you come.”
Though upside down I watched, fascinated as he undressed but kept his gaze on my tits as he did it. Deciding to do a little teasing of my own, I let one hand snake between my legs and watched his gaze track my hand as it landed on my clit, the flicking motion making me swell, the sound of the moisture making his cock grow. Then he was gloriously naked and stroking his cock and my mouth watered. Baz smiled when I licked my lips and stood in front of me, his cock in licking distance so I did just that.
“Open up Trina.”
I obeyed his command and his cock filled my mouth as his bodyweight pressed me into the bed and then his mouth was there again, slurping at my pussy as he fucked my mouth. Filling me deliciously from both ends all I could do was use my mouth to make him groan, make his hips change their speed and depth. With his cock in my mouth it took no time at all for another orgasm to tear through me, spearing my throat with his thick length.
“Fuck, that mouth feels even better than I remember.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he stood again, thrusting a few more times down my throat before stepping back.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m about to be balls deep inside you. Any objections?”
Hell no. “None.” I spun and opened my legs obscenely wide, loving the way his green eyes flared with desire at the sight of my pussy. I cried out when he filled me in one quick thrust and froze, letting his cock pulse and thicken inside me. “Baz.”
“Fuck Trina, you feel so good.”
“Move, please.” I urged him, digging my heels into his ass.
“The sound of you begging for my cock makes me so fucking hard, Sweetness.”
I smiled up at him. “Then please Baz. Fuck me.”
“All you had to do was ask.” He slid out and lifted my legs higher, sliding deeper with the new angle and every thought flew from my mind except the feel of his hard cock pounding into me, stretching me out. Hard and fast, he fed his cock into me over and over, the sounds of my pleasure and slick skin smacking together, igniting a raw hunger in him that I’d never experienced.
He gave everything and I did the same in return, raking my nails down his back as he drove deeper and deeper, growling when I licked up his neck and then bit down on his shoulder. “Fuuuck!”
His hips moved at warp speed, reminding me of the last time we made love, the time that we conceived Jack and the past merged with the present as I flew into a million tiny pieces, squeezing and milking him as his last strokes came with more force, more passion than the previous ones. “Oh Baz, yes!”
Moments later he followed me over the edge, freezing deep inside me, jerking out his orgasm and collapsing beside me. Holding me close. “Damn that was…,”
“Yeah. It was,” I told him and swiped my tongue across his hard, flat nipple. “You still can’t move in.”
He laughed. “I already have.”
“It wouldn’t set a good example for Jack and worse, it’ll get his hopes up that we’re getting back together.” I knew having him around would provide additional protection but I had to think about Jack. About me. My heart.
Baz flipped our positions and pinned me underneath him, grinding his cock against my swollen folds. “This isn’t about us Sweetness but make no mistake, there is an us. There will be an us,” he punctuated his words with a thrust of his hips, making it hard to concentrate which was his plan. “Soon,” he growled and dotted kisses across my neck, my jaw. My mouth. “But this is about keeping you both safe. I’m highly motivated, uniquely qualified for the job. So, say yes Trina.”
“No.”
Licking his lips hypnotically he moved his hips so his cock stamped right on my clit, drawing a satisfied hiss from me. “I can make you say yes.”
“You can try,” I told him around a moan, locking my legs low on his back. His huge cock slipped inside me and he groaned.
“I fully plan to try,” he pulled his hips back and slammed in. Deep. “And I plan to succeed.” He did it again. “But this is about keeping you and our son safe.” And again. “And I know that’s what you want above all else.”
Dammit he was right.
Still, I let him spend the next few hours wringing an enthusiastic yes from me.
***
“Oh. My. God. Are you serious?” Talon’s big silver eyes were wild and wide with excitement. “You’re Teagan Chantilly?”
I nodded with a shy smile. I so rarely shared my romance author alter ego with anyone and these women were all fans. Big fans. “That’s the name I’ve used to publish my books.”
Minx and Kyla both squealed, drawing odd looks from some of the guys and a few other tables filled with people I hadn’t yet met. “You must have the greatest fuckin’ sex life on the planet,” Kyla said with confidence.
I shook my head, smiling and wondering how in the hell I’d let Baz and Jack convince me spending the Fourth of July with his motorcycle gang was a good idea. “Not much, really. I’ve had quite a few first dates and one relationship that lasted long enough for him to meet my son. Mostly this is fantasy.” And a lot was memory but I couldn’t possibly share that with these women. Not yet. “Anyway, I’d appreciate it if you could keep my secret. I worry about how Jack’s friends and their parents would react if they knew.”
“Your secret is safe with us,” Trudy assured
me. “Now, where’s my Kindle?” She laughed.
“Girl you have no idea how lucky Mick got during my first pregnancy because of your books. I swear I think I got pregnant with my second while I was still pregnant with my first,” Talon joked, fanning her flawless face.
Hearing how much people loved my books always thrilled me, but especially these women who I figured would likely become good friends in the months to come. “Then I’d love it if you ladies could spare a few nights a year to be my beta readers.”
Talon nodded enthusiastically while Minx asked when the next book would be ready. “All I can do now is read so I’m your girl.”
I smiled in gratitude and wondered if I could pick their brains about some of the things on my mind. “I was wondering—”
“Hey ladies, how’s it going?” Cash strolled up looking boyishly handsome as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s cheek. “How you doin’ babe?”
Minx beamed a loving smile his way that made me envy her and that kind of love. “Fat and hungry. Unless you want to stay for girl talk?”
He shook his head quickly, warning off Mick and Baz who were on their way over. Trudy laughed. “Works every time. I love these guys but they’re terrified of female emotions.” She settled back into her seat and crossed her legs. “You were wondering?” she prompted.
I sighed and let my gaze fall on each of them as I asked the question. “I was wondering how you all cope with CAOS and what they do, while still maintaining your families?”
“I had my doubts about Dagger as well, but he promised they didn’t deal drugs or hookers and they only do what needs to be done.” Trudy’s gaze was strong and steady. “It’s not as bad as you think, and when the shit hits the fan, these guys will protect us all with their lives.”
“That’s been my experience,” Talon said and went on to explain how she hid Dagger in a hidden wall when ex-club members had come after him.
I couldn’t believe my ears. “Seriously?”
She nodded towards Minx who agreed and told me all about how Wagman had come after her and the club rode to her rescue while she and Talon were chased on the highway. “Plus, Magnus saved me from a life of forced prostitution.”
Shit. “Forced prostitution? That’s bad, really bad.” Her story brought tears to my eyes as I thought of the life she would’ve had if the club hadn’t intervened. “I don’t mean to offend any of you but I had no idea when I left Brently what CAOS was other than a motorcycle gang.”
“Club,” they all corrected in unison, making me smile.
“Listen girl, they mostly deal in guns and bikes, both of which are legal in California…mostly,” Kyla said with a twist of her face. “But many of these guys have individual interests as well. Mick owns the gas station and auto shop and Cash invests in some dispensaries. Even Baz has a lucrative business on the side.”
That I didn’t know but it wasn’t my main concern. “What about the danger that comes to you because of their business dealings?”
“Honey, trouble comes either way,” Trudy said plainly.
“That’s true. I’m the one who brought it this time,” I said in reply, the sympathy burning in Trudy’s eyes was like a kick in the gut. Then, I told them about Wagman’s visit to my door on behalf of my ex.
“You know, he used to be one of us,” Minx said, shaking her head. “He betrayed the club and we all thought he was dead. Be careful,” she warned. “He’s mean, ruthless and he has no one to lean on which means he’s dangerous as hell.”
I nodded as I took in the information, my gaze straying to Jack who laughed and ran alongside Baz who carried a football under his arm. He really loved having a dad, especially one who was one hundred percent masculinity, alpha male goodness. They fell in love so quickly and I knew I couldn’t deprive Baz of the chance to keep us safe.
“I guess he’s moving in then,” I said to the girls who all wore knowing grins. “Wipe those grins off your faces. He’ll sleep on the sofa because I cannot fall in love with him again. The last time nearly killed me!” I feared I was, once again, halfway there.
“I said the same thing,” Kyla laughed. “But weeks on end locked inside a mansion with Torch made that an impossible promise to keep.”
“Ugh! Don’t tell me that,” I groaned. Each one of these women had her own story of falling for a biker against her better judgment, and so far, it had worked out well for each one of them. They all had children or were pregnant, were married or getting married. Above all, they were all happily in love.
Too bad I was too chicken shit to make that leap.
Chapter Seven
Baz
“I’ll take the guestroom Sweetness just so you’re not tempted to jump my bones. Again.” I don’t know what happened but after a day spent grilling at the clubhouse on the Fourth, Trina agreed to let me move in even though I could tell she still felt wary about the whole thing.
“There is no guestroom. The spare is my office and no one but me is allowed in there, got it?” I nodded, smirking at how sexy she looked all serious and fierce about her work. “You’ll be sleeping on the sofa.”
I looked at that sorry excuse for a couch and then back to Trina with skepticism. It was at least two feet too damn small and the twitch of her lips told me she knew it. “Guess we’ll be sharing after all.”
“Fine,” she said with groan, shaking her head. “You take the bed and I’ll take the sofa.”
I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her close until we stood chest to chest. “You know I can’t allow that, Sweetness. But I’ll tell you what, we’ll share a bed but I’ll only sink my cock into that deliciously wet cunt of yours, if you ask real nice.” She laughed but I saw the flash of desire in those deep blue eyes and I knew, if I slid a finger between her thighs she would be sticky and dripping all over my hand. No one got as wet as Trina did and even now my cock tightened at the thought.
We broke apart at the sound of Jack’s door opening. “Are you really moving in Dad, for real?”
Damn it never got old hearing him call me that with the enthusiasm only a little kid can have. “For real. At least for a while anyway.” I knew Trina only meant this to be temporary but I didn’t plan to leave, at least not without my family.
“All right!” Jack punched the air, a smile lighting up his face as he flung his skinny frame—all arms and legs—at me and Trina. “This is super cool!”
It turned out the kid was right. Living with Trina and Jack was unlike anything I’d experienced in my own adult life. I had some memories of my own mom whipping up breakfast every morning the way Trina did for us, eggs and bacon some days, pancakes, waffles and even disgusting ass oatmeal. But I ate up every goddamned bite because there was something appealing as fuck watching a woman wake up early to nourish her family. I got to spend extra time with Jack by taking him to the community center each morning, which meant Trina got to spend more time working in her office. She never said what she worked on and I hadn’t asked her but I would.
Soon.
It was all so fucking domestic and that was something I’d told myself I never wanted again, not after I’d come home five days after the fight that sent Trina running from me and Brently. This. We could have had this for the past ten years but we were both too young and immature to fight for it. To fight for us. This time though I wouldn’t give up so easily.
***
“What about tacos?” Jack held up both soft and hard shells with a bright grin that reminded me so much of my younger self.
“You want to make tacos?” I had the dumb idea that me and the kid could make dinner tonight and let Trina work until she tired herself out. Now though I was having doubts because tacos were a whole lot of shit and I was more of the grill a slab a meat and whip up some instant mashed potatoes kind of guy.
He nodded. “Me and Mom make them on Fridays with all the toppings.”
All the toppings. Sounded like a fuck ton of work to me but I couldn’t look at the face and say no. “Al
l right. What do we need?” I pushed the cart while Jack named all kinds of shit we would need like lettuce and olives. “Olives? You sure?”
He laughed, bobbing his head up and down and squeezing fifty tomatoes before putting eight in a bag. “Mom says you have to make sure they’re soft but not too soft.”
“My sister makes the best salsa around. Hot as fuck but good.” Shit. I cringed at his wide-eyed smile. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I promised Mom I’d wait until my vocabulary improved before I started using them.” He said it so matter of fact I knew Trina had done a good job with the kid.
“Good. But uhm, maybe don’t tell your Mom.” He nodded his agreement, his attention already back to the ingredients we would need. “Are these gourmet tacos?”
“Nope.” Thank fuck twenty minutes later we stood in the kitchen unpacking the bags while Trina stayed holed up in her office. “Mom must be in the zone,” Jack commented as he pulled out the cheese grater and set up the way I guessed he and Trina did before I got here.
“What’s she doing in there?” I knew she had a blog, Minx had told me as much but that seemed like more work than just kid shit for moms.
“Working. She has a blog she started when I was a kid, that helps other moms do cool things for their kids even if they can’t afford it. She always did cool things like that for me growing up, making cakes and stuff.” He smiled at the memory that was like a punch in the balls for me, realizing she’d started this blog because as a single mother she couldn’t afford do everything our son deserved. “Or she’s working on her books, the ones I’m not supposed to know about.”
Books? I wondered how a blog allowed her to pay all the bills a kid required but, books? “What kind of books?”
Jack shrugged. “They’re for girls, well grown up girls and I’m not supposed to know about them so you should ask her.”