“Maybe,” I answer.
“There’s no maybe to it, Trinity Dennison. Something has you upset or distressed and I wanna know what happened.”
I raise my hand to indicate that he needs to wait until we’re in the privacy of our own room. Once inside, I further delay our discussion by stripping down and walking into the bathroom for a shower. When I peek over my shoulder, I see him behind me and grin when I notice that he might be tired, but a part of him is definitely awake and ready to go. When his eyes zero in on my hip, I see the heat flare up higher and feel myself grow wetter.
“I’ll give you this play, woman, but rest assured, you will answer me,” he states as he slowly washes first me and then himself. He’s careful around both my tattoos and I nearly swoon when he crouches down to see the one on my hip I got for us; he kisses around it almost reverently and I realize, even though he’s said nothing, that me doing this means something to him. I remain silent, even as he dries me off, dropping kisses on the exposed skin. Once we’re both dried and he’s lotioned my tats, he picks me up and carries me over to the bed and I’m praying that he’s on the same page as me.
“Turk,” I beg, my body now full of a different heat since he’s been stoking the fire while we were in the shower.
“Nope,” he says, sitting back against the headboard and pulling me into his arms. “Now, sweetness, I’m here and you’re safe in my arms. You’ll always be safe in my arms. Got it?”
I nod before taking a deep breath. “It’s just that, well, I like all the other women, Turk, so I don’t want you to think otherwise. But they’re all so...all so much more experienced than I am and I feel like you’re getting the short end of the stick!”
His chuckles have my head moving as he tilts my head up so I’m looking him in the eyes. “Have I ever once complained about our sex life? Ever?” he prods.
“Uh, no, not that I can remember.” I can feel his hard dick pressed against my side as I cuddle into him, his hand slowly stroking along my back.
“And I never will. Do you wanna know why?” His tone is persistent and I nod my head because of course, I want to know! I mean, I suspect I know, but actually hearing it from the horse’s mouth will confirm it to me. “Because all my life, I was used to coming in behind someone else. I never really had anything that was solely mine, never touched by anyone else. I don’t consider you property, Trinity, but you are mine and the fact that you came to me as a virgin is something I’ll treasure as long as I have breath in my body. Do you understand? If there’s something you wanna try, we’ll try it, you know that already. But I never want to hear you doubt yourself as a sexual being again, you hear me? I’m more than satisfied with you, with us. I don’t want anyone else and will never want anyone else.”
His words pour a soothing balm over my soul, one I wasn’t aware that I needed. “You’re right, Turk. I’m sorry for being this way. I thought I had dealt with my insecurities long ago.”
“I expect that being in a group of women outside of our club has been enlightening, sweetness. Just remember, we’re not them and they’re not us. Now, are you gonna welcome your old man home properly?”
Hannah
When the prospects told us to get inside, I headed up to my suite. Right now, I’m missing my men something fierce, but I know that what they’re doing is important. I hear the door open and turn to see Smokey walking toward me. “You look exhausted, handsome,” I murmur as he reaches me and pulls me into his arms.
“Beyond it, actually. Never been happier to see you,” he replies.
“Where’s Bandit?” I ask, looking around him. Normally, they’re together, so it’s unusual to see one without the other.
“He’s still outside. Baby, he’s not good, we saw some shit that has him in a bad headspace. He needs you.” I feel the tears well up at his words; my men are alike in so many ways but Bandit feels things so deeply.
Nodding, I reach up and pull Smokey’s face down to mine. “Let me go get him, but first, I need to kiss you.”
“I can get behind that,” he says, before claiming my lips. I soon find myself lost in him, uncaring that he’s filthy from helping the others in the clean-up efforts. When heat hits my back, I grin because I know that Bandit has found me. Being snuggled between the two of them is my favorite thing in the world.
“My turn,” I hear rasped in my ear. Pulling away from Smokey, I turn and look up into Bandit’s eyes. I can see the pain in them and my heart bleeds for what he witnessed. When he cups my jaw in his hand, I lean up and softly touch my lips to his.
“C’mon, big guy, let’s go take a shower then cuddle up. You both look exhausted,” I murmur. I won’t push him to talk; when he’s ready, he’ll share it with me.
“Love you, doll face,” he tells me before kissing me breathless. “As much as I know I want inside you, I’m exhausted so a shower and cuddling sounds good to me,” he says.
“I love both of y’all too. Now, let’s go see if we can all fit in my shower, shall we?” I ask, pulling away.
Ashton
“Come here,” Wasp says, as he uses his fingers in a come-hither motion.
“Why should I?” I ask in a sassy voice.
“Because I’m your Ol’ man and you need to welcome me properly.” He struts towards me and I begin to play the cat and mouse game of backing up. I love it when he has to chase me to get what he wants. “Don’t play with me, woman,” he growls out.
“I love it when you get all growly and commanding,” I tease him.
“You’re playing with fire, Ash. I’m already counting to ten in my head to hold onto what little patience I have left.”
“I don’t see your nose twitching.” I playfully wink at him.
“Fuck it,” he says then charges at me. I squeak, turn on my feet, then begin running into the resort. He’s faster than I am so I have to get inventive when I’m working hard to get some distance between us. I run on the other side of the couch, placing it between us as a barrier, and smirk at him. “I’m gonna redden that ass, Ashton. The burn you’re gonna feel is going to ensure you don’t sit for at least a week.”
“Aww, Sugar. Don’t make promises if you don’t intend to keep them.” I know that I’m testing him and pushing his buttons, but it’s the joy of the chase that I desire.
“Ash, I’m getting too old to play these games. Come here,” he demands. The pupils in his eyes are dilated, telling me he actually is loving his pursuit of me. “Ashton, my thread is about ready to snap.”
“You’re no fun in your old age, Waspy.” He growls yet again and my stomach tightens, my legs close and rub together, looking for that right connection to settle that bundle of nerves. The ache begins to take hold and my breathing picks up in pace, my need for him has never wavered through the years. It’s why I have to keep him on his toes. A man gets bored, he starts looking for something to make him feel young and alive. For Wasp, I want that to be me.
“The fuck, woman! I told you not to call me that ridiculous name in public.” His roar causes my panties to soak.
“It’s not ridiculous, it’s my pet name for you.” I bat my eyelashes at him.
“I’m not on a leash, Ash. I’m a man.” I have to bite my tongue to keep the laughter at bay. His shoulders go back and he sticks out his chest, as proud as a peacock that he has a cock.
“I could get you one, Waspy.” Next thing I know, the couch is no longer separating us. He’s jumped over it and has picked me up, he’s holding me under his arm like a player would a football, and is carting me up the stairs. “Uh, just asking, do you even know where you’re going?”
“The closest room that has a door.” Well, alrighty then. Looks like I’m fixing to have some rough sexy time with my hot as hell biker man.
Works for me.
Sidney
Noticing all the women rushing to their men, I feel myself relax realizing that there’s no threat; it’s just our men. I watch Justice carry Jenalyn over his shoulder toward a room
and begin to rub my own ass cheek in sympathy for her and what’s to come.
“Hey, doc!” I hear Vault’s low, deep tone call out for me as I turn my head in the direction it came from.
Our eyes lock as he struts his way toward me. I extend my arm to keep him at its length as he approaches. “I-I’ve been drinking,” I tell him to warn him as he’s not used to seeing me in this condition and I’ll admit I’m a little worried about his reaction.
Grabbing my wrist, he gently shoves my arm down and to my side. “I don’t care what you’ve been doing as long as it doesn’t involve another man.” He wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him causing the breath to evacuate my lungs. He smashes his lips to mine and before I know it, I’m caught up in our moment. Pulling away, he asks, “Uh, doc?” He raises a single brow.
Pouting from his break of our lip-locking, I answer, “Yeah?”
His eyes shift downward, stopping at my breasts. “Seems to be a foreign object on each of these that wasn’t there when you departed Sundown,” he tells me as he looks at each of my tits through my blouse.
Scratching my head, I attempt to make light of the situation. “Oh, these things?” I gently cup my hands underneath each breast. “I was feeling brave. Plus, I’ve heard it adds to the sensation.” I look back up at him and wink before grabbing the lapels of his cut, pulling him back into me. “I did it for us,” I announce in an attempt to seduce him with my words before I lock my lips to his. Just as I figured, it works like a charm and once again, we’re getting reacquainted physically. “Let’s take this to a room, shall we, big guy?” I ask rhetorically as I pull him by his leather behind me while mentally celebrating my victory over him.
Lizzie
“Lizzie! Bristol!” is hollered, halting me from the whispered conversation I was having with Bristol.
“Is that Justice?” I turn and look at Bristol as she shrugs her shoulders. “Couldn’t be, right?” I ask, thinking I’ve taken a hallucinogenic in my alcohol without realizing it. There’s no way my man is magically here when I need him the most.
“It sounded like Justice and Ghost to me. But that would be crazy?” She asks me more as a question than a statement. Seems I’m not the only one questioning my sanity at the moment.
“Damnit, Lizzie. Where the fuck are ya?” Now, I know I heard that.
“Justice?” I call out.
“Yeah, darlin’, where are you hiding that body of mine?” I snort, no matter how many times I explain it to him, he thinks every inch of me belongs to him. I do believe I’m the one who works out, eats right, bathes...well, sometimes by myself, and makes sure my skin, nails and hair are taken care of. But no, it’s all from his attentions if his story is to be believed, I just use this body as a vessel for his amusement.
“I’m here,” I say as I grab Bristol’s hand and guide her out of the closet we’d stashed ourselves in when the prospects told us to head inside and hide.
“Who do you think ruffled his feathers?” Bristol asks me.
“With Justice, who knows?” I look over at her in time to see her hide her snicker behind her hand.
“Woman, the fuck?” Justice questions as he charges over to us and yanks my hand from Bristol’s as he pulls me over and begins checking me over. “You hurt? Why are you hiding in the closet? I’ll kill someone if they placed their hands on you.”
“Jesus, give a girl a chance to answer one question before you shoot off another.” I smack him in the chest to get him to stop lifting my shirt up in front of Bristol and Ghost. “I’m fine, Justice! Do not strip me bare. If you missed my body that much, I do have a room upstairs you know.”
“She’s hiding in a closet and still has time to sass me,” he mutters underneath his breath.
Bristol pushes Justice out of her way and he stumbles back causing a chuckle to leave my mouth. She doesn't even apologize as she basically leaps over him and jumps into her man’s arms. “I’ve missed you,” she tells him as she begins peppering his face with tiny kisses all over.
“Mmmm...missed you too, little one,” he responds to her. I tune them out and place my attention back on my man.
“So, uh what are y’all doing here anyways?” I ask.
“Not happy to see me?” The scowl he was already carrying on his face deepens.
“Of course I am, Justice. Don’t be ridiculous! I always miss you when we’re apart, but I wasn’t expecting you and wanted to make sure everything was okay.” I hate it when he pouts like a prepubescent teenager.
“Sorry, beautiful. It was a long ride and I’m a little cranky is all.” He sighs and places his forehead against mine. “Forgive me?” he sticks out his bottom lip and I can’t help but fall for his sad look and end up sinking further into his embrace.
“I’ll always forgive you for your stupidity, Justice. I love you, but please answer the question...why are y’all here? Is everything okay?” He must see the worry and concern on my face because he lightly grazes his lips over mine trying to soothe me.
“Everything’s good. We finished sooner than any of us expected, we had more hands on deck than originally accounted for. We missed our women and wanted to come and surprise y’all and spend some time together. Surprise!” he leans back and has a look of pride and happiness plastered from ear to ear.
“Oh, I’m surprised alright.” I lift my arms up and wrap them around his shoulders. “You should probably work hard to make me feel better about being stuck in a closet,” I softly say into his ear as I nip his lobe with my teeth.
“Um-hmm,” he hums, enjoying the treatment I’m giving him. “Wanna know what else I want your mouth on?” he questions.
“What would that be, handsome?” I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I love to hear him explain what he wants from me and what he plans on doing to me. My biker man has a dirty, dirty mouth, that makes me weak in the knees.
“I want those lips nice and swollen from me fucking that mouth of yours. I want you to swallow me whole then I want to watch my come as it leaks down the sides of your mouth. When my nuts have been emptied, I’m going to eat your pussy while you scream my name. I won’t stop, no matter how much you beg me to, until you’ve come at least twice from my ministrations. Then, we’re going to fuck until neither one of us can keep our eyes open. How’s that sound?”
“I’ll see y’all in the morning!” I holler out to Bristol, as I grab hold of Justice’s hand, and all but haul him up the stairs and into my bedroom.
Bristol
“Well, that was rude,” I tell Ghost, hands firmly planted on my waist and my vision firmly planted and trailing after my bestie and her man.
“Sexy, they just want some alone time,” Ghost says wrapping me even tighter in his embrace. “I missed you so much. I hardly slept or ate wanting, no needing, to hurry up and wrap things up so I could get back to you.”
“Baby, you need me to help you relax so you can get some rest? I could give you a massage or just lie with you in bed.” I don’t like the bags I see under his eyes and the exhaustion that’s visible in his facial features. “Tell me what you need and it’s yours.”
“Bristol. Baby, you should really watch what you’re saying. I could take that all kinds of ways.” His hands slide down my body and land on my hips, he squeezes them and pushes his erection into my center. “This is what your words are doing to me, sweet girl.”
“Makes a woman wonder.” I place my finger over my lips and tap it a couple of times. “Did her man miss her, or did his manhood miss her sweet pot?”
“Your sweet pot?” He chuckles. “Baby, I have missed everything about you. The way you look when you wake up every morning. All rumpled and yawning, stretching out, kicking me in the nuts occasionally.”
“I do no such thing!”
“The way your cold as fuck feet seem to always find their way to rest between my calves.”
“It’s not my fault you keep the house like an icebox,” I huff.
“The way you kiss me.
Love me. Look at me. It’s all there every day, then suddenly it’s ripped away and I feel bereft. The loneliness was the worst of it all. I never knew I could feel so empty until you weren’t there. Don’t leave me for so long anymore...promise?” He starts licking down my neck as his hands come up and play with my breasts.
“What am I promising?” I ask tilting my neck, giving him better access.
“That you won’t leave me anymore.”
“O-okay, Ghost. Whatever you want,” I moan. I’d agree to anything right about now. As long as he doesn't stop what he’s doing I’d promise to jet set around the world with him on a wooden broom.
“Take me upstairs and show your man how much you missed him.” His breath on my skin causes bumps to rise and a shiver to wreck my body. “I need to be inside of you, sweetheart. It’s urgent for me to feel your heat wrapped around me and your claws marking me as they dig into my skin. I want your mouth latched onto mine as I claim you over and over again.”
“Ghost?”
“Yes, love?”
“Shut up. Take me to bed or lose me forever.” I quote a line from one of our favorite movies.
“Show me the way, sweetheart.” He picks me up and carries me upstairs. I direct the way to my room as his lips leave a trail of heat along my neck. I love this man more than I knew was humanly possible. I’m happy I’m not the only one who desperately missed the other.
9
Jenalyn
The warmth and strength of Justice’s arms pull me closer to him as we lay in bed. “Morning, my everything,” he whispers into my ear before lowering his hand to one of my ass cheeks. His palms gently grazes my flesh and I can feel my skin pebble as he does so. “How sore is this cheek?” he asks before giving it a tight squeeze causing me to yelp out.
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