“Gonna be saying it a lot.” I smiled and nodded towards the bike. Gigi fell to her knees as I rubbed my dick up and down the seam of her pussy, watching as she got off on it. “You keep that shit up and this ain’t gonna last long.”
“In me,” she murmured, positioning herself over me. Her head fell back with delight as I changed my line of sight to watch her pussy eat my dick, inch by inch.
When we were connected, the only thing I could hear was her. The sound of the lake water lapping up the shore line, the birds tweeting and trees rustling in the wind had all faded. Her desire, evident in her breathing, drowned everything else out, just like she always did for me and became the center of my world.
“Your pace, baby. Show me you love me.”
Gigi was still fairly new to sex, and even though I made sure my dick was inside her at every available opportunity, I was still conscious of making sure it all happened for both of us, not just me.
Slowly, she started to rise and fall, the friction of it killing me. I knew she was enjoying the feeling of us together. She was still so tight that I couldn’t let her do that for long.
“Gotta help you out, baby,” I murmured, grabbing her ass cheeks and helping her set the speed we both needed to get things really pumping.
“Oh, God!”
“I know, baby. Fuck me.”
“Oh, God!” she repeated, her voice louder this time.
“You gonna come for me?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she shouted as I felt her pussy clench my dick.
“Do it, Gigi.” I gritted my teeth, begging the Gods above to send her over the edge before I beat her to it.
“Gears!” she gasped, finally there and disturbing the peace so much that my own name echoed back at me.
It was enough, and with more force than I liked to use with her, I slammed her ass down onto my thighs and held her there, still and imprisoned while I emptied my seed inside her.
We were both breathing heavily, but content to still be connected in the most intimate way.
“Gears,” she breathed into my ear. “Thank you for, well, everything. I am so ready for our future. I love you.”
Fuck. I felt my own throat getting thick with emotion. “I love you too, baby. Although with how hard I’ve just come, that future could be cooking right now.”
Gigi
I had a plan.
I had a man.
And that man liked my plan.
It was time to start moving towards that future we both wanted.
I didn’t hear from Edward, and as we no longer considered each other family, I was okay with it.
With every day that passed by, Gears and the Sentinels were convinced that the Hermanos were done with me. I was honest with Gears and told him Edward and I were done and, with that in mind, I was sure that meant I was no longer at risk of being used as leverage by any of them.
I waited until JP made the call and got the same confirmation, which meant life could begin. That meant I wasn’t just staying as a guest at momma Geary’s house any more. I was living there.
It was strange at first, but we made it work. She was like the caring momma I remembered my own being before she became scared of Edward and then ill. And I was like the daughter she’d always hoped to have. I helped around the house and I loved being part of a family.
I made one run back to my old house to collect my school work, clothes and a few family photographs before turning my back on my past life like it had been lived by a different version of Ginny Livingston. The only other thing I was sure to get was the evil eye necklace that I had hidden in my bedroom. I could wear it now. The need to hide such special things had passed.
I mourned Momma when something reminded me of her, but I knew she was free. I was free, too, and Edward was living with the consequences of his actions. I couldn’t find it in my heart to feel bad for him.
Gears managed to convince me to go back to school. It wasn’t a hard sell. If I wanted that future I’d planned out, I needed to finish my education.
I felt completely different the first time I walked back through the doors. I’d grown so much as a person. I was living with my boyfriend, I’d buried my momma and in ‘kid years’ that made me more mature and less tolerant of people’s bullshit. School shit was for kids and I had no time for it.
Topher and I had become good friends. He’d spotted the difference in me straight away and was genuinely happy to see a fun-loving side to Gigi emerging.
While Gears was at work, I went to school. He rarely attended parties at the MC anymore and instead came home to spend time with me, or took me on proper dates. Dates that I’d never had the luxury of having… before.
I loved my life and I refused to feel guilty about it. Gears and I were building something for the future, and even though I was only a young girl, I knew he was it for me. I’d lived through enough sadness to know real happiness when it came along. The times when I would tell myself that it was all happening too quickly, I would check myself and ignore it. There was no set timetable for falling in love. Gears and I had the most unconventional start, so it only seemed fitting that we navigated towards out future in the way that suited us best—unconventionally.
“Jesus, Ma, broccoli?”
“Oh stop being a big baby. It’s full of iron for… you know… your swimmers?”
“My what?” Gears asked. I could already tell by his face that he was hoping and praying she didn’t mean what he thought she meant.
“Well, the walls are paper thin in this house. You’re obviously trying to break some kind of baby making record, so I figured I’d help out. Besides the sooner you get Gigi pregnant, the sooner we can all get some sleep.”
I choked on a piece of steak that I’d just started to chew and looked at the table, mortified.
“Come again?” he asked.
“I can hear you both. I knew it was a bad idea to let you share a bedroom. At least let Gigi finish school before you get her in the family way.”
“I’m not hearing this,” he mumbled.
Gears’ mom was all kinds of crazy. Not in a bad way, she was hilarious most of the time, but when she had something on her mind, she usually had some insane way of getting out there. Just the previous week when she did the laundry, she thought that Gears’ underwear was a bit tatty and that he could do with some new stuff. Instead of mentioning it so he could buy his own, she appeared with a tape measure. Gears was having none of that, so that was a conversation that didn’t go too well. Like now, most parents would have taken their son to one side and told him he and his girlfriend were being a bit loud in the bedroom, but not her.
“You are hearing this, just like I hear you and Gigi at night.”
I could tell he was about to explode. “Fuck, Ma. You’re embarrassing Gigi.”
“Well, Gigi, I apologize, but maybe if you could uh… talk quieter.”
“Ma!”
“Or moan less,” she continued obliviously.
I looked at her while she was addressing me—because she was addressing me—and wasn’t surprised to see her serving herself potatoes from the pot in the middle of the table like it was the most normal dinner topic. She smiled at me and I giggled back. That was that and all I could think about was how lucky I was.
I had a boyfriend who was guiding me through my sexual adventures—a lot of them apparently. That boyfriend loved me, and I had a warm, safe home to sleep in at night, and even simpler, I sat around a table, not wondering if I was going to put a foot wrong and get beaten for it, eating food, with crazy conversation that made me giggle.
Gears looked at me, saw I was giggling, and a look of acceptance, warmth and love crossed his face. All was right in the world because he had me and his mom, and we were together and safe.
“We’ll tone it down, Ma,” he muttered as she smiled back at him and served him a second helping of broccoli, to which he shook his head in bemusement.
Later that night when we were lying in bed, I w
as still laughing about dinner. “I can’t believe she said that. I didn’t realize I was quite that loud.”
“Oh, babe, you’re a moaner alright.”
“Stop,” I snort-laughed.
“Serious. Loudest I’ve ever had.” Gears stopped speaking just a fraction too late. “Fuck. Sorry, I didn’t engage my brain.”
I couldn’t really complain, even if it did make me feel insanely jealous and worse, inadequate. “You had a life before me, Gears. Don’t be sorry about that.”
“Doesn’t mean you need to hear about it. Shit, I know what it did to me, too—”
“Don’t say it. That’s the past. It stays in the past.”
Gears pulled me into him. “Thank fuck you’re strong, Gigi. You could have let the past break you.”
“I’m strong because I have you,” I mumbled, embarrassed.
“You have no idea, do you?”
“About?” I asked, feeling my pulse pick up. Our funny conversation had taken a serious turn, and while I was finding my feet sexually, I still felt very emotionally immature.
“What you do to me, what you mean to me. You hold all the fucking power. You have my heart in your hands, baby, and one wrong squeeze would ruin me.”
I looked at him; it was something I needed to do. Words held so much power, but actions spoke to me. I’d believed so much in the past, but it was people’s actions and intentions that I was really interested in. When our eyes met, I felt my soul catch fire. We moved to kiss each other at the same time and it was like we were both chasing the same thing, that connection we craved to confirm that this wasn’t some fly by night thing. It was something very real.
Gears deepened the kiss and moved me to my back. My panties were gone in an instant and as soon as my legs were free, they fell apart, waiting for him. When he pushed inside me, the fire and electricity multiplied.
“Mine,” he ground out in pace with his strokes.
“Yours,” I returned on a moan, realizing that Gears’ mom was right. I did make a lot of noise.
But right then I was past caring.
Gears
My brothers gave me shit constantly. I was still a prospect and madly in love. They reminisced over their time as one and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t sowing the wild oats that my leather cut regularly attracted.
I didn’t need them to understand.
I was happy and content.
I had a job I loved, a woman I loved and a ma who loved me like I was still fucking five years old. What wasn’t to love about life right now?
We needed to think about moving and getting our own place, but right now Gigi needed normality and stability. I’d have loved nothing more than to get her on her own where I could keep her naked and have her ride me three times a day, but she’d missed out on so much that I wanted to give it to her.
I was astounded by just how well she was dealing with it all. It seemed like giving Edward that time at her momma’s graveside had given her the closure she needed to move on with her life. Sometimes I worried that she was just a bit too normal and that she was bottling things up, but I liked how I could read her. I liked that she was honest with me and had no reason to lie. We were open books; that’s how we rolled and it worked for us. I drove her to and from school, she hung with the friends she’d made, and we spent time alone in the evenings—well, as alone as my mom let us. In truth, she loved fussing over Gigi and sometimes I felt guilty for stealing her away for ‘me time’.
“Gears, Wave, a word.” JP appeared from the outside of the autoshop. It was barely mid-morning and we had a shit ton of work to do. “Now.”
Wave looked at me and shrugged his shoulders before heading in his direction.
“Just had a phone call from the town sheriff. There’s a problem.”
Our president and the sheriff had an understanding. We were mostly law-abiding citizens and worked hard to keep on the right side of the law. One of the ways that happened was by regular communication.
“What kind of problem?” Wave asked.
“When we took Gigi in with us…” That right there showed the kind of guy the President of the Black Sentinels MC was. He always referred to Gigi in the ‘us’ manner. She wasn’t just mine; she was part of our Sentinels family. Because I loved her, they’d accepted her, too. “I made sure the Sheriff knew. I didn’t give specifics, but the girl’s momma had just passed and I didn’t want folk talking about why she was with us now. I also told him that she’d parted on bad terms with her brother. I called in a favor and asked him to let me know if he heard anything that would be pertinent to us keeping Gigi safe.”
I didn’t like the way this was going. “And?”
“And they found Edward’s body early hours of this morning on the edge of the wasteland on the town limits.”
“Fuck!” I roared, throwing my socket and oily rag to the ground, with only one thing on my mind.
Get Gigi now.
“Do we know anymore?” Wave asked JP, preparing to rollout with me.
JP looked at me and sucked his lips between his teeth. “There was an H carved into the skin of his chest.”
“I need to get her.”
“We don’t know she’s in danger,” JP reasoned.
“And we don’t know she isn’t. I’m not taking that chance, and she needs to be told.” JP nodded at me as I grabbed my cut and truck keys. When I opened the driver’s door, Wave was still right behind me. “You don’t need to come. I’ve got my shit locked down.”
“Don’t doubt it for a second, but she needs to see she’s got the club behind her as we work through this.”
My hackles rose. “Are you saying I can’t keep her safe?”
“I’m saying she’s family and if anyone I loved was about to be given the news that their only living relative had been murdered by very fucking bad people, I’d want them to know they had an army behind them in their corner.”
He was right. “Appreciated,” I mumbled back, feeling a dick for doubting him.
“And I suspect she’s going to take the news badly. You can’t drive and console her at the same time.”
We arrived at the school and it wasn’t long before word spread that two motorcycle club members were hanging around on school property. When the principle arrived to move us on, I told him in no uncertain terms to send Ginny Livingston out. The sooner she came out, the less opportunity I had to recruit his precious students.
Sometimes the fear factor worked a dream.
“Gears?” She appeared, clattering through the door in a hurry. “What’s wrong?”
“Not here, baby. Come with me.”
She looked between the principle and me and headed my way. As soon as she got close, she took my hand and I found that even though I had the shittiest news to deliver, she still gave me strength and courage by just being close.
Her confusion only mounted when she saw Wave sitting in the truck, and as soon as she was inside and the door was closed, she was on at me. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
“Can you wait until the compound?”
“It’s bad then, really bad.” She started to crumble around the edges, and I knew by the time I got her there she’d be in pieces. “No, I need to know.” She was fiddling with her evil eye necklace something fierce.
Stupidly, I’d climbed in the front of the truck. “Pull over, brother. Let me get in the back with her.” As soon as we were together and she was in my arms, I broke the news. “Baby, its your brother. They found his body this morning.”
I watched her face search mine for some kind of mistruth.
“Found? As in not natural?”
“No, baby, calling card indicates an inside job.”
The trembling I’d felt in her frame at first stopped immediately. “Like the Hermanos killed my brother?”
“Looks like it. I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. I didn’t even want to offer my condolences for that motherfucker, but my ingrained grooming meant it happened on impu
lse.
A look of something that wasn’t fear appeared on her face and as I was trying to work out what was going through her head, so was Wave. The slightest shrug of his shoulders told me he was just as baffled.
“I don’t want to go to the club. Can I go home to your mom?”
“You’ll be safer at the club in my room at the compound.”
“Please, Gears,” she begged, finally showing some emotion. “What I need is to talk, to lie down and process it, and knowing that your mom is there for me if I need her will help. You and Wave can go back to work and by the time you’re home, I’ll have whatever this shitty feeling is under control.”
It both built me up and destroyed me that she needed my mom, but the reason why was awful. How many more knocks would this girl take?
“Please?” she whispered.
I waited, looking at her to make sure she was okay. Trusting that JP’s original assessment of the situation was correct, and we didn’t know that Gigi was in danger, I agreed. “My place, Wave, brother,” I confirmed, and felt her sag in relief at my decision.
Wave went ahead and informed Mom of what was going on while I walked her to the house. “You need anything, you call me, okay?”
“Got it. When you go back to the autoshop will you try to find out what happened?”
It was natural that she’d want to know, but I was already withholding information. I didn’t think telling her that he’d been knifed from sternum to scrotum with a big fucking H was going to offer her any comfort. “Of course. Prez is already on it, baby.”
I put her in our bed and covered her with a blanket. “Get some rest. Mom is out there if you need anything at all.”
She put her arms around me and drew me close. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me for looking after you.”
“Yours,” I heard her say before I left her in our room. “I promise.”
“Mine,” I turned back, checking her over again. She’d never said, ‘I promise,’ before.
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