by J. M. Walker
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(Shade)
This was not something that I was expecting. Especially with Sunny. But when he said that he was in love with me, I knew that things between us had changed. I didn’t understand why when we had been together for years. But maybe it was something that didn’t need explaining. Or maybe Meadow had a hand in it without even knowing it. Either way, seeing Sunny on his knees in front of me, sparked this newfound dominance inside of me. It was a dominance I had ever only shown a woman. Not a man. And definitely not Sunny.
“I need to go slow,” he told me, his voice rough. It was laced with that delicious arousal I had come to crave from him.
“You are in control, Sunny,” I reassured him. This was all for him. As much as I loved that we were jumping over another hurdle, I didn’t want to spook him and have this end before it ever began.
“I don’t know if I can ever fuck you,” he confessed, meeting my gaze that time. “But I want to do everything else. I want…I want to try. And maybe one day, we’ll get there.”
I nodded quickly, my cock jumping behind the fabric of my jeans at what he was suggesting.
“But I don’t know if I can ever have you inside of me.” He lifted the hem of my shirt, placing a soft peck on my hip bone. “I do know that I want to take this one day at a time and I want…I want you both to fuck the fear out of me.”
“Fuck.” I blew out a slow breath.
He chuckled, the sound making my cock jump. With nimble fingers, he pulled the fly of my jeans apart. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You already have.” My heart raced, knowing that we would never be able to go back from this.
“No.” Sunny lowered my jeans below my ass, my cock springing free, hard and proud between us.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, he took me in his mouth.
I groaned, my head falling back against the tiled wall behind me. For someone who never gave head before, his mouth was hot, his throat tight. He sucked and pulled, devouring every inch of me. My dick was so deep inside him, he gagged, the tip bumping the back of his throat. That sound only made me harder and it took every ounce of control I had not to fuck his face.
“Sunny,” I bit out through clenched teeth. “Fucking hell.”
He hummed around me, sliding his hand up my torso and beneath my shirt.
I grabbed hold of it, squeezing it, and letting him hopefully know how good this was. How much I appreciated him and loved him. We would never have to take this further, as long as he loved me. That was enough for me. I just wished he could see that.
“I…” My balls tightened, the sounds of his wet mouth sucking me dry, damn near had me exploding into a billion tiny particles. “I’m going to come.”
Sunny growled, released my hand, and cupped my ass instead. He pulled me away from the wall, taking me even deeper. His mouth was wide, his lips swollen. Our eyes locked.
A breathless gasp escaped me.
He winked.
I came.
Hard.
Sunny
“I WAS NOT EXPECTING that,” Shade said, pulling off his clothes and throwing them in the laundry hamper. He replaced them with a pair of dry jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged his large frame.
“I know.” I leaned against the wall, watching him while Meadow’s soft snores stirred through me. The black sheets hung low on her hips while she slept peacefully on her stomach. Her dark hair was a mess around her head and if we hadn’t taken her already so many times this evening, I would have woken her up by shoving my cock into her mouth.
“Sunny.”
My gaze flicked to Shade’s. “What?”
“You good?” He came toward me.
“Yes.” Before he could get another word out, I placed a hard peck on his mouth. “Stop worrying so damn much.” I went to the bed and brushed Meadow’s hair off her neck. “Meadow,” I whispered in her ear.
She stirred, turning her head toward me. “Everything okay?”
“Now that you’re sleeping in our bed, yes.” I covered her mouth, slipping my tongue between her lips.
She sighed, opening to me.
I chuckled.
“You taste good.” She sat up, wrapping the sheets around her. She looked between us both. “Something happened.”
Fuck me, she was observant.
Shade laughed.
My cheeks burned.
Her eyes widened. “Tell me. I want to know everything.”
“You’re a dirty girl, pet.” I shook my head.
“Did he taste good?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows.
“Yeah, Sunny.” Shade chuckled. “Did I taste good?”
I sighed. “Yes, alright? I gave him a blow job and he tasted as good as your sweet pussy. Happy now?”
Meadow giggled. “You’re so damn grumpy. I love it.”
I scowled. “Whatever.”
Shade came toward the bed and slid onto it behind Meadow. “It was so damn hot, little lamb. I never expected it.” He kissed her bare shoulder.
She grinned, her gaze flicking my way. “I can’t wait to watch.”
My body vibrated, my cock twitching at what she was suggesting. “Yup. Definitely a dirty girl.”
“I can’t help it. I have two guys who are sleeping with me and who are in love with each other and…” She sighed. “I’ve never been the romantic type but you both…”
“What?” Shade turned her head toward him when she didn’t answer. “Tell us.”
“Thank you for including me in your little duo,” she murmured.
My heart warmed. Sitting on the bed, I took her hand along with Shade’s and held them both in mine. “Meadow, you know this isn’t just a fling, right? We want you and we want to keep doing this. With you.”
“You want to date me, Sir?” she asked, licking her lips.
“I already told you we want to go on a date,” I reminded her.
“True.” She looked between us both. “I want to date you. I want this to be official. Which is funny because I wasn’t looking for a relationship. But I do just have one request.”
“What’s that?” Shade asked, inching his other hand beneath the sheet that was covering her.
Her breath caught, her eyes darkening. “Don’t hurt me. That’s all I ask.”
I pinched her chin and licked along her bottom lip while Shade used his fingers to please her. “Never, pet. We will never hurt you.”
“Good.” She ripped the sheet off her body, revealing her naked skin to me.
My gaze fell to her lap.
Her knees were spread. Her hips moved back and forth, riding Shade’s hand.
“Like that, pet?” I asked her, nipping her bottom lip.
She whimpered, her pupils dilating. “Y-Yes.” She spread her legs even more, leaning her hands on the bed and throwing her head back on her shoulders. “God. So good.”
Shade cupped her shoulder, picking up speed with his hand that was between her legs. “Come for me, Meadow.”
She shivered. “Faster.”
He did as he was told, thrusting his fingers in and out of her.
Her mouth opened on a silent scream. Before any sound could leave her, I crushed my lips to hers, swallowing her cries.
Releasing her, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her against me.
Shade winked, pulling his fingers from her body and running the soaked tips over the tight little hole at her ass.
Her body trembled.
Gearing up my hand, I landed a hard blow on the cheek of her ass.
She gasped.
Shoving his fingers back inside her, he pumped once, twice before pulling them free once again. He brought them up to my mouth, running the tips along my lips.
I winked, sucking them onto my tongue.
The rest of the day ended up in a blur.
Moans. Screams. Gentle and rough demands for more.
My body ached. But with Meadow and Shade curled around me, I couldn’t as
k for a better way to spend an evening. It was perfect. It was needed. It was something that I could never get used to and I found that I didn’t want to.
“Sleep, Sunny,” Shade’s deep voice whispered in my ear.
But I couldn’t. My phone buzzed, vibrating on the nightstand. My thoughts raced. I was brought back to a time where I let another woman into my heart, and she ended up ripping it out in the process. No, Meadow was not her. For one, Meadow had a better head on her shoulders even though she was much younger than Roxanne.
Pulling from the clutches of Meadow and Shade, I slid off the bed and got dressed. Stopping at the door, I glanced back at the bed. Shade wrapped an arm around Meadow and pulled her against him. She sighed, snuggling into him.
Shade opened his eyes, finding me staring at him. He nodded once.
I gave him a small smile and slipped quietly from the room.
“Sunny.”
I jumped, finding Catch Hunter coming toward me. “Hey. What are you doing up?” Not that I knew what time it was. Last time I looked at the clock, it was midnight.
“Couldn’t sleep.” He ran a hand through his dirty blond hair. “Tonight’s been…”
“Yup,” I said when his voice trailed off. “Wanna get a drink?”
“Fuck yes.” He clapped my shoulder. “So, I heard you have a young little thing that you and Shade are sharing.”
“Word travels fast,” I muttered as we headed to the kitchen.
He barked a laugh. “Can’t keep anything locked up tight in this place.”
Under normal circumstances, we would usually head to the bar to grab a drink, but I wasn’t in the mood for socializing. The kitchen was more private, and I found that it was better. Because I needed to ask Catch how he did it.
“I can feel you staring at my pretty face,” he threw at me over his shoulder while he grabbed two beers from the large fridge. He kicked the door closed and headed to the table that I was sitting at. “What’s up?”
“I…” I popped the cap off the bottle and took a long swig.
“That bad?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and taking a sip of his own beer.
I placed the bottle on the table and took a deep breath. “Did you find that you were treated any differently when the guys found out you had a…a thing for Greyson and then Tray?”
Catch finished off his bottle before standing. “I think we need something stronger.”
“I’m sorry. It’s none of my business and I know you’re with Sara now but I need to know—”
“You need to know that the guys will accept you no matter who you’re fucking,” he finished for me. He went to the counter and grabbed a bottle of whiskey.
“Yeah. I’m not—”
“Gay.” He placed a tumbler in front of me and poured some of the amber liquid into it. “Sure. And I’m not either.” He met my gaze then. “It’s called bi-sexual. Say it with me, Sunny.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know what bi-sexuality is.”
“Do you? Are you sure?” Catch poured himself a shot and threw it back before pouring himself another one.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I grumbled, lifting the glass to my lips.
“Have you ever been with a man?”
“No.” I threw back the shot, the liquid burning its way down my throat until it settled deep in my gut.
“But you’re with Shade. Whether it’s physical or not, you’re still in a relationship with him. A man.”
“Yeah.” I rubbed my shoulder, leaning my head from side to side, trying so damn hard to ease the tension that had rested on them since this thing with Shade had changed.
“Okay, explain to me what the issue is.”
“We’re bikers. We’re supposed to be with women and not with men.”
Catch rolled his eyes that time. “Right. You do realize that it’s the twentieth century, right? More and more people are coming out. You make it sound like it’s so taboo. But should I remind you that you’re fucking a woman who is young enough to be your daughter. Now that’s taboo, old man.” He poured us both another shot. “There are so many different types of sexualities. What exactly is normal anymore?”
“I don’t know.”
“Have you been given any issues from any of us? Anyone in Hell’s Harlem give you a hard time about the possibility of fucking a man? Has the woman you’re sharing given you any problems?”
“Well, no.” I realized then how silly I sounded. Worrying over nothing when really, I should be thankful that we had the support system we had.
“Anyone else give you a hard time?” Catch narrowed his brows when I didn’t say anything. “Tell me.”
“A prospect in Tanner’s club. He told Shade that he should be shot and pissed on for being gay.”
“What happened after that?” Catch asked, his voice coming out rough.
“Tanner broke the kid’s arm.” I downed my drink.
“Good.” Catch clinked his glass against mine. “Your girl okay with the two of you banging?”
“That hasn’t happened yet but yes, she’s supportive.” I swished the liquid around in the tumbler.
“Then that’s all that matters.” Catch shook his head. “I never pegged you for someone who cared what other people thought.”
“It’s not other people I worry about. It’s Greyson, you, Tray, every other brother we have in this club. It’s Jaron. The twins. Everyone.” I stood and began pacing. “I don’t want any issues. I especially don’t want any issues for Shade.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
I looked up.
Shade came into the kitchen. “Are we having a party?”
I chuckled, remembering when we first met Meadow and how she asked the same question when she found us standing outside that bar.
Shade winked, sat at the table, and poured himself a drink.
“Nah. Your boy is stressing,” Catch said, leaning back in his chair.
“He does that.” Shade patted the chair beside him.
I let out a hard sigh and sat.
Much to my surprise, Shade grabbed my hand. “He doesn’t care. None of them do.”
“I seem to recall you stressing over what our brothers thought as well,” I reminded him.
“Well, I can tell you…” Catch pushed the bottle closer to me. “I don’t care. As long as it’s consensual between all adult parties, that’s all that matters. And besides, we have more important things to worry about than what body parts you’re into.”
True. “Do we know anything?”
“No.” Greyson took that moment to enter the kitchen. “And my wife is losing herself because of this shit.”
My chest tightened.
Greyson prepared coffee, his back rigid and stiff. Once the coffee was brewing, he turned and leaned against the counter. Bags sat beneath his eyes. He looked like he had aged years in a matter of hours.
“Anything we can do?” Catch asked gently.
“Not at the moment.” Greyson muttered a curse. “All we can do now is wait. The mayor has it out for him. Always has but now it’s worse since he killed his son. Fuck, I don’t know what Jaron was thinking. All I know is that Brody attacked Piper and Jaron stopped it.” Something flashed behind Greyson’s eyes, a dark shadow passing over his face. “I can’t say that I’m sorry he took Brody out, but I wish he would have done it differently.”
“Yeah because we all would have done it differently,” Catch mumbled.
“I know.” Greyson poured himself a cup of coffee. “I would have done the same thing. We all would have but it doesn’t make it right. My son has a temper. He’s more of a hothead than I am and that’s saying something.”
I grunted. “Truth.”
Shade squeezed my hand, inching closer to me. “Meadow doesn’t know any more, does she?”
“No.” I rested our joined hands on my lap. “She doesn’t. Not that she’s said anyway.”
“I’ll ask the twins,” Greyson said as Cyrus and Sammy came into the kitche
n. “Speak of the devil.”
Cyrus stood behind Shade and I, and reached over us for the bottle of whiskey. “We need moonshine. That shit is stronger. And this definitely calls for something stronger.”
“Truth, brother.” Sammy held out his hand, waiting.
Cyrus pulled a swig right from the bottle before handing it to his twin. “We don’t know any more than what we’ve already told you,” he said before Greyson had a chance to ask him.
Grey scrubbed a hand down his face. “You guys are watching Piper, right?”
“Yup.” Sammy pulled back another swig from the bottle. “She’s at her parents’ place. We introduced ourselves to them and said we were Jaron’s cousins. Her mom’s a feisty little thing and her dad’s a big fucker. They were just thankful that Jaron stopped it before…” Sammy cleared his throat. “Anyway. Her parents are good people.”
“They are.” Greyson searched the room, meeting each of our stares. “We need to keep Piper safe. Jaron is going to go through hell in jail because I can guaran-fucking-tee you that the mayor will stick his minions on him. And Tanner.” He shook his head. “We need to play nice. If something happens to my son…”
“Greyson?”
All of us turned to the soft voice coming from the doorway.
Eve stood there. She chewed her bottom lip. The dark bags that were under Grey’s eyes, sat beneath hers just the same.
“Hey, what are you doing up?” he asked gently, holding his arms out.
She rushed to them, wrapping herself around her husband’s middle. “I couldn’t sleep. I keep having nightmares that I’ll never see our son again.”
Grey held her against him, his eyes flicking to each of ours. “We need to find out what’s going on.” Before he lost his wife completely, went unsaid.
We would figure out what was going on. How long Jaron would be in jail for and anything else that we could get. It was just going to take time.
While everyone talked amongst themselves, I caught Cyrus and Sammy quietly talking to each other. My stomach twisted. Something told me that they knew more than what was being said. I just hoped they told Greyson. As gentle as he had become over the years since meeting his wife, when it came to his family, club brother or not, his wife and kid came first. It didn’t matter who you were. He would take you out and ask questions later. Jaron was the exact same way and unfortunately for him, it backfired.