I wrapped her in my arms and held her until her tears stopped. That's when she told me about my birth father. How he hurt her all the time, how she would shelter me from his outbursts.
That hurt me so much. She was just sixteen years old when I was born. She tried so hard to give me the family I deserved. Two years she stayed with that man, two years of humiliation before she finally left him. Or, he left her, rather.
I thought she'd fallen asleep because she was quiet for long minutes. I was about to lie her down when she mumbled how that man kidnapped her a little over seven years ago. My high school graduation. While I'd gone off to party with my friends, my parent's and siblings went to BlackJack's for a barbecue. It was there that man kidnapped her in front of a then four-year-old Max.
I urged her to tell me what happened, scared that she'd tell me something that would break me. She told me that he tried to rape her but she fought him off. She ran, he chased her, caught her, beat her. Didn't bank on her fighting back and stabbing him with a tree stump.
My heart pounded as she explained all of this. I didn't think I could take all the information in. I remember that day, I came home to find a prospect waiting for me to escort me to Taylor's. There she told me a random guy had dragged my mom into his car and took off with her. I was terrified, but mom was home just a couple hours later. She seemed perfectly fine the next day and told me never to worry about her, she's strong and would always find her way back to us.
But as she told me how she ran away from my birth father, that he was alive when she left him there. I realized she was hiding so much about that day inside of her. She told me that by the time she was reunited with Shepard, she was sure that man had died from his injuries.
I held her close as she begged me not to hate her.
How could I hate her? That man was trying to hurt her again.
I told her how much I loved her and how I could never hate her because she's my world.
Then she begged me not to hate Shepard. That he only did what he did to protect my mom and me. I knew in that second it was Shepard who killed him, not my mom. He killed that man for hurting the woman he loves more than life itself, the woman he can't live without.
I should have been scared, angry, but I wasn't. It should've hurt that I never got to know my birth father, but the way I saw it, I had a lucky escape. My parents did everything in their power to protect me from a violent bully who never loved me.
I had never wanted to meet him. Never missed him because I didn't even know him. He didn't want me when I was a child, never loved me enough to keep in touch. He was violent toward my mother, would have been toward me if she hadn't protected me from him.
Why the hell would I want to meet a man like that?
My point is: my mother is everything to me and disappointing her is not an option.
“You know, I used to wonder if this would happen.”
I turn my head and smile at my mother. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She parrots back with a smile.
She's helping me unpack my small suitcase of clothes I had Hammer pick up for me. I have clothes here, we all do. We can't always grab things from home before we're forced to come here. But I need a few other things, my favorite PJ's for one. I could do without them, but I like my comfort when I'm vegging out. Mom was amused that I brought Hammer's thing into my room. I'd taken them from his old room and laundered them before putting them away in my room.
We've always had our own rooms here. Well, he used to share with Tank when we were younger, but then Nova came home and she and Tank were given one of the bigger rooms because they wanted to be together with Ember.
There is a hell of a lot of rooms in this huge mansion. The Prez and his wife have the biggest room. Each brother with an old lady gets his own room, those without share, so do the kids.
Prospects have the rooms in the basement. Not that it's cold or damp down there, it's comfortable, like every other room in this house. But the levels of this house are given out in order of ranking within the club.
Hammer shared a room with Cindy for the one and only time she came here, but I don't think him sleeping in there while we're together is a good idea. I don't want his mind to be overtaken with thoughts of Cindy while we're here. I know he wouldn't mean to, but I don't want to take any chances. Plus, the room has been decorated and the furniture changed since she died. But that doesn't mean he won't be thinking about her if he goes in there.
I'm not jealous of him thinking about her. But we're together now. And if we are to make this new relationship really work, I don't want his mind to be on a woman who is no longer here.
I love you, Cindy, and I know you'll understand why I'm saying this.
This has always been my room, but I never shared it with Trace, oddly. Of course, until he became prospect with the club he was never allowed to stay here, he wasn't part of the club, even if he was my boyfriend. As soon as he became a prospect, we slept in a small room down the hall on the level below. Never this room. I don't know why. I guess the only man I ever saw sharing my room was Hammer.
God, I was pathetic.
I like my room here, it's big, comfortable. I have a huge king bed against the wall in the middle of the room. A large dresser opposite that holds some framed pictures of my family and friends, makeup, perfume. The usual things a girl has. I have a floor length oak mirror next to the large window that's covered in cream muslin, a walk-in closet filled with clothes. I also have an en-suite bathroom of white.
My room here is better than my room at home.
“You had a massive crush on Hammer when you were a little girl.”
“Mom,” I grumble.
We had a big talk when I was thirteen about my crush on Hammer. She told me how it wasn't wrong to like him, but that I mustn't let it go to my head. Hammer was twenty-one at the time and it would have been very wrong for me to make it known how I felt.
Not that Hammer would've looked twice at me back then, I was a little girl. But I listened to my mommy and kept my feelings to myself. I even told her a little while later that I was totally over my silly crush. I have never been over it. I will never be over it because it was never just a crush. I have always loved him.
“I always knew you were lying to me, you know?” I groan inwardly. “I'm proud of you, Willow.”
“You are?”
She smiles while stroking my back the way only a mother could. “You have always made me proud, Willow. Since the day you were born, you have continually shown me that you are the best part of me.”
I blink back tears.
I have five siblings, two might be step-siblings, but my mother has never treated them as such, she loves us all the same.
But with me, there is a different kind of bond. She's my mother, my best friend. We can tell each other anything, and we'll always be there for each other.
When I woke up after what happened to me, she was right there by my side, holding my hand and thanking God for not taking me from her. She was with me all through my recovery, nothing was too much for her. It never has been.
“After everything that happened to you, everything you've lost, both of you,” She strokes the back of my head. “You deserve to be happy, baby girl.”
I turn and wrap my arms around her neck. “Thank you, Mommy.”
“I just want you happy and safe, Willow.”
I pull away from her gently with a smile on my face. My mother is a beautiful woman with beautiful green eyes, I'm proud to look like her. Even if my eye color is different and my skin tone a little darker. “I am happy and safe, Mommy. Hammer would never let anything happen to me. He saved my life, Mom. He didn't let go even when I told him to.”
“And I will always love him for that, Willow. I am happy for you, baby girl, I really am.”
I have my mother's blessing and that means everything to me.
“Do you think daddy will be angry about this?”
“He won't be happy, but you leave your fa
ther to me.”
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you more.”
After my mom leaves, I'm standing in front of the mirror combing my long hair, ready to retie it when big hands encircle my waist, lips touch my temple softly, and I melt back against my man. His warmth envelopes me like a thick blanket in winter.
I can't believe this man is mine. All those years of wishing, watching my best friend become the woman he fell for, then his fianceé. All the pain it caused me, but the happiness also at seeing the two of them so happy and in love.
That was all I ever wanted, for the both of them to be happy, to see Hammer smiling. I wasn't the one making him smile, Cindy was, and I loved her so much for loving him the way she did.
I only hope she knew what she meant to me. I loved my best friend like a sister. I miss her every day, and I hope she's happy that Hammer and I are together now. I hope she's looking down and smiling. And I hope she knows that I'll take good care of the man she loved with every breath she took.
“I've fuckin' missed you.”
I smile. Typical biker, always throwing in the swear words.
“I've missed you, too.” He rocks me from side to side gently. “How did it go today?” He's been busy these past few days, they all have. Trying to work out a way to call a truce with the Razor Hogs, rather than have a war.
“Let's not talk, Will.” One hand pushes my hair away from my right shoulder and over the left. His lips touch my neck and I melt.
I bite my lower lip and will myself not to grind my ass back against him.
There's no real way to explain what it feels like to finally be in the arms of the man you have always loved, to know that he's here with you because he loves you in return. It's mind-blowing.
I turn my head, capturing his lips with my hand on his face. He kisses me like he's been kissing me all his life. I moan into his mouth, his hands are sliding along my thighs, lifting my nightshirt as he goes until he finally pulls it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
“Sam,” I groan. I'm exposed and so aroused. I know my panties are wet, and I know he can see that as he looks at me through the mirror in front of us with a sexy smirk on his handsomely scarred face.
I stroke the scar above his right eye, then the one running along his hairline. The ones that he got in his early twenties because he was glassed in the face in a bar fight. The fight that led to BlackJack and Shepard killing the man that did it in a terrible way.
Hammer was badly hurt in that fight. The fight between him and someone else, not the guy who glassed him. That little prick joined in with seven other men. Seven! It took eight men in total to bring Hammer to his knees, one little fuck to smash that pint glass into his face and knock him out. They continued to beat him until Roman walked into the bar.
He'd seen Hammer's bike outside and went in to have a drink with him. I'm not sure of all the details, only that Roman rushed those men and seriously injured one or two, the others ran for it.
Roman got arrested because someone at the bar called the cops and they arrived before some of the other Snakes did. Hammer was taken to the hospital. He was okay apart from having multiple stitches in his face, a couple cracked ribs, and a dislocated shoulder.
Shepard called in a favor with the Sheriff and Roman was let go, even though the two men he injured were in a bad way. It helped that BlackJack, Cueball, and Red got to those who were in the bar that night. They scared the hell out of them, threatened them with a fate worse than death if they didn't tell the cops that Roman wasn't the one who hurt those men.
It didn't matter that Roman was simply trying to protect Hammer, the cops would love to put a Snake in prison. Good job the Sheriff is on the payroll. He's a corrupt asshole that's on everybody's payroll.
I gasp, my eyes rolling, Hammer's hand slides inside my panties, fingers pressed against my aching and swollen clit.
“So wet.” He practically growls.
“I can't help it.” Did I really just groan like a wanton slut?
“Take your panties down to your knees.” I do so while holding his gaze through the mirror. I don't bend my body, his grip on my waist won't allow me to.
His thick fingers find their way inside my pussy, I'm dripping wet, and I can hardly breathe as he fucks me with those two fingers. I can't tear my eyes away from him. He is fingering me so hard and fast, I'm seconds away from coming already.
Jordan and I had a good sex life. When it was good. I'd be a liar if I said we didn't. He could make me come hard a lot of the time. But sex between us became more of a chore than anything. He never turned sex down when I wanted it, I think the man is a sex addict. But I wasn't always in the mood. Hell, I was in the mood less and less after Cindy was killed. I pushed him away all the time.
But there were times I would cling to him as he made love to me. He was tender, he never physically hurt me in any way, and I loved him a lot. Maybe not in the right way, but I did love him.
But I never felt the way I do when Hammer touches me. Everything inside of me knows this is right. It's right when he touches me, I can give my mind and body to him and know that I'm home. No one on earth could make me do the things I know Hammer can. No one could turn me inside out the way he can. And no man could make me come the way he can.
Take right now, for instance, he's been fingering me for maybe ninety seconds and already I'm coming hard around his fingers.
“Oh God, Sam!” I'm shaking all over, I can't stop! Every muscle is tight, my thigh muscles are so tight, I'm on my tiptoes trying to stop them tearing!
“Good girl,” He bites at my neck. My thighs are still tight and still shaking hard through my orgasm. “Good girl.” He mumbles.
He pulls away from me, lifts and bends me over the dresser. He's on his knees behind me, his face so damn close to my pussy and ass. “You smell so good.” He licks me up and down, pussy to asshole. I'm quivering, this feels so good! I've dreamt of him doing this so many times in my life that it feels like he's been doing it for years.
He laps at me like a man dying of thirst in the desert, drinking down my juices like I'm the tastiest thing he's ever drunk.
He pulls my clit between his teeth, then his lips, and I come again so hard, with no warning, and it's such a hard orgasm, the muscles in the back of my thighs feel like they're tearing apart.
My man gets to his feet slowly, lips kissing along my back as he goes, and I lift up and spin on the spot, my chest is heaving, my body still shaking from the two orgasms I've just had. I've never come so hard in my life.
I kick off my panties, Hammer smirks at me as I get to my knees in front of him. I've got his belt open and his cock out in seconds. I've wanted this since I was a child. Literally. From the moment I knew what sex was, I wanted to taste him this way. He denied me last night. I won't give him the chance to deny me now.
I take his massively thick, long and hard cock in my hand. I can't wrap my hand around it, it's so thick, that and my hands are quite small. My mouth is watering. I lick my lips as I smirk up at him, rubbing the length of him at the same time.
I've literally never seen a man with a cock this big before. Jordan is big, but Hammer? Fuck, he's huge.
“You best wrap those pretty little lips around my cock before I shoot my load all over your beautiful face.”
Christ!
I lick the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and moan. God, he tastes good.
I hold onto him while sliding the tip of my tongue up and down the underside of his cock. He doesn't take his eyes off me, they're filled with lust and fire, and I'm so turned on I could burst.
How is it normal that my pussy is throbbing like this?
As soon as my lips wrap around his delicious cock, I have to touch myself. I slide my hand between my legs, pinching my tender clit between my fingers.
“Fuck, that's so hot.” I see his eyes flicker to the mirror, looking at me from behind, my ass lifted slightly so he can see me in all my glory, befor
e looking down at me, sucking his beautiful cock.
I swirl my tongue around his shaft, gobbling him like I'm starving. I'm moaning like crazy, I can't get enough!
His hands clutch my head and I'm so lost in sucking him and playing with myself that I don't even realize at first he's slamming his cock further and further down my throat until the head hits the back and chokes me. He's too big for me to take all the way, but I'll give it a damn good try.
“Fuck, baby. That's it, suck me dry.” I moan around him and I fucking come again! I'm shaking through my orgasm when he clutches my head tightly and yells how I better swallow it all. And I do swallow it all, every last drop, sucking his still hard cock until he forces himself out of my mouth.
“Come here,” He yanks me to my feet by my upper arms, crushing his lips against mine, kissing me, me kissing him so hungrily we're like wild beasts in heat.
Soon he's as completely naked as I am, we can't stop touching each other. Touching each other like we'll die if we don't. I love this man so much it hurts. I can't stop touching him, I'm scared he's going to disappear if I do.
He grabs my ass and lifts me up against him. I wrap my arms and legs around him tightly, locking one ankle over the other at the pit of his back. His cock finds my opening, and I call out to the heavens when, with his hands on my hips, he pulls me down as he thrusts upwards, slamming into me so hard I see stars.
“You're so fuckin' perfect. So goddamned beautiful. So mine!” He hammer's into me – no pun intended – and I can't even scream. I can't find my voice. He's so deep inside of me right now that I don't know where he ends and I begin.
“Oh. Oh. Oh...!” I chant as my head empties of all thoughts except how good this feels.
“That's right, baby. I'm the best you've ever fuckin' had.” He can say that again! “I'm the only man who's ever gonna fuckin' touch you, suck you, or fuck you again. You're mine, Willow Jackson. All fuckin' mine!”
“Yes!” I scream. Everyone in the damn house can probably hear us. “I'm all yours!” I clutch his neck tighter, my eyes locking with his as he fucks me where he stands. “And you are all mine, Sam Marshall.” I slam my mouth against his, kissing him hard as I come around his fat cock.
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