"The girls aren't here yet. I would like to see you try to get me in your bed before I am ready," I say back, not sure if I am sassing him or daring him.
"Don't test me, Dais'," he warns, and I can see that hint of a smile as I back up from him. I don’t know what he is going to do, but he has that devilish sparkle in his eye. I know something is coming.
The big ox stands up, towering over me like he does, and picks me up over his shoulder before I can move a single, sore muscle of mine. Stomach growling, kicking, and beating his back, a very smug Seamus carries me over his damn shoulder to his bedroom, throwing me down in the bed like a sack of potatoes before shutting and locking the door behind us. It isn’t night time, but he wins, having me in his bed already. I can't say anymore that I don’t want to be in there. It just feels like home.
Ollie stands at the door like he is hesitant about something, but the way he is looking at me is as if he is devouring me with his eyes. I can't help but feel something in my body as he does it. I have no problem admitting I am a girl who likes to be jumped and dominated and hung out to dry before being fucked again. Ollie knows just how to do it the way I like too. The fact that I love him, just makes it all the sweeter.
"So, now that you have me in here, what are you going to do to me?" I ask, challenging him as my eyes meet his again. Those blue orbs are going to swallow me whole one day.
He walks forward to me, jamming his thumbs into my pants; the ones clinging to me from the sweat of the ridiculous run I went on this morning. I just know he's going to yank them down and take me right here, which I am totally fine with. "I am going to show you what you've been missing," he growls quietly, making my heat quiver with the thought of what he is going to do to me.
With that, there are no more words. We don’t need any words. This is our true apology. This is how we make up. I hope I spend a hundred years making up with Ollie like this.
He yanks my pants down, along with my panties. He is going to be rough with me, the way I like. I need it, and so does he.
He strips himself bare, and I can see he is already standing at attention for me. I pull off my shirt, wanting to feel all of my skin against his when I got the chance. His warmth is the most comforting thing in my world, and I would be lying if I said my world hadn’t been a little cold and empty without it.
I reach for him, my hands sliding over his thick member as he grunts, closing his eyes in response. I know it won’t be long that he will let me have any control, so I make a point to tease him with my hands, working them as expertly as I know how.
Just as I thought, Ollie takes my body as if I am nothing more than a lightweight doll and flips me over on my stomach. I feel his body lay down over mine, pressing me into his unmade bed. His cock slides up against my thighs as he licks and sucks at my earlobe. I am transported into another place as I feel his cock knocking at the door of my aching center. I need him to scratch that itch I’d had for a week, even in my sadness.
His hands slide down my back, scratching with the little bit of nails he has. I arch my back in response, moaning as he reaches my ass, getting up on his knees behind me. I know what’s coming next. His hand raises in the air, I can see it form my peripheral, and it comes down, slamming into my right ass cheek. The sting is almost like an orgasm by itself. He does is one more time before getting back on top of me, his cock sliding into me without any hint of gentleness. He raises my ass up, plunging deeper as I am rendered speechless. This is my heaven and my only solace. I can't believe I went a week without it.
Chapter 13
Seamus
“Anyone heard from the girls?” Reed asks us all, and in unison, we all yank out our cellphones from wherever the hell we’re keeping them. I look at my cell and see nothing, glancing up to the rest of the brothers, I see them shake their heads with firm no’s.
“Well, where the hell were they going?!” Reed grumbles. It’s funny how grumpy he gets when Elena doesn’t text him. He makes me think of a teenage girl who hasn’t gotten a text from her boyfriend in a while, but he’s just fucking possessive over his woman.
“The girls went to the bar. Dais’ muttered something about making custom drinks for the wedding and picking songs for the DJ to play,” I tell him. He looks shocked that I even know any of this. He may not care about whatever Elena wants for their wedding, and he sure as hell isn’t paying attention to the details, but I am. I need to know everything about what Dais’ is doing. I don’t know who’s more possessive; me or Reed.
“Hmm. El didn’t tell me about that.”
“Irish knows you’d pick shit music,” Kyle laughs, and the rest of us join in. Reed doesn’t have the best music taste; his idea of good music is half of Weird Al Yankovic’s songs.
“The fuck you all yapping at? Let’s get going,” Reed grumbles out, and he straddles his bike and peels straight out of the club’s parking lot. We all follow behind him, driving well over the speed limit until we reach Bubba’s. You’d think the place is on fire with how fast Reed has us driving.
Reed’s already barreling through the doors to Bubba’s when we’re pulling in. After all of us are on our bikes, we walk in to find all the girls on the bar singing along to Rihanna’s Red Lipstick.
“Shoooooooooooots!” Michelle screams, weaving back and forth to the beat behind the bar. Rihanna’s beat thumps through the bar, echoing, and the girls sway their hips. Daisy and Jenna both have empty bottles of liquor and are singing along; they’re not too bad.
“Can’t find the feeling, C-can’t find the feeling, ahhh,” they sing along, swaying.
I haven’t seen her this relaxed in ages. “Ollliverrrrr!” she squeals at me. I cringe from the loudness in her voice.
Reed goes behind the bar and cuts off the stereo system that we installed just after the shootout. It’s one of the many upgrades that we’ve added. Elena whips her head around so fast to where Reed is standing. I see the daggers she is shooting out of her eyes.
“Whoa! Where’d the m-music go?” Jenna asks, taking a step towards the edge of the bar. Her foot goes down, her body toppling over. Dmitri catches her “F-fuck!” she giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“You know, you’re really hot,” she tells him. I’m watching from a few feet away, shaking my head. Those two are practically perfect for each other. If they get together, I’m fuckin’ calling it.
“Baby, c’mon,” I coax Dais to walk towards me. When she gets close enough, I wrap my arms around her waist, lift her up, and set her gently on the ground, my arm holding her close to me so she doesn’t fall.
I glance around to see Dmitri escorting Jenna over to a booth with a glass of water in one hand, and he slides in next to her and looks to be chatting with her. Kyle has Michelle sitting on a barstool, also with water in hand, and Reed, good ol’ fuckin’ Reed, is taking Elena upstairs. There’s only one thing they’ll be doing up in that bedroom. Fucking. And a lot of it.
I walk my Babygirl over to the other side of the bar and slide her into one of the back booths, holding her close against me while she sips at water.
In the meantime, I’ve called Maria and have gotten one of our prospects, Pain to come work the bar tonight. Jenna and Daisy were supposed to be working – but there’s no way in hell they’re going to be able to now.
"Damn it, Ollie, I wanna fuckin' move," Dais whines, wriggling around against me in frustration. Shit, if these girls partied like this while planning the wedding, what is it going to be like at the reception?
"As cute as all that wigglin' is, Babygirl, I am not letting you move until you finish another glass of water." I signal for someone to come refill her cup, and it happens quickly. I hope she drinks it just as quickly because this wiggling she is doing, is a bit of a turn on. She is so relaxed, having been with her girls, and her tits are jiggling in my face, begging for me to nibble at them. But I am not one for public displays beyond kissing, especially with my drunk girlfriend. That is something I save for the bedroom.
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"Fine," she huffs in that cute little voice of hers. She smells surprisingly sweet, I notice, as she guzzles down that glass of water as if her life depends on it. She doesn't smell so much like the alcohol they were clearly consuming before us men showed up to bust them.
Instead of getting up, like I thought she wanted to, Dais’ slides on top of my lap, straddling me and wrapping her arms around my neck. My Babygirl gets a little frisky when she drinks sometimes; I know this, especially tequila. I lift my head for any sign that these girls have been on a date with Cuervo, and spot the bottle just as her hands tangle in my hair. It feels great, but she has never been so touchy feely in public. I know we are just around the club and finally able to be out in the open, but it seems a bit much for my taste.
I chuckle at her. "Maybe we should take this back to our room, Babygirl," I suggest. I know it won’t do much good to piss her off, so I try to be gentle about it. What she probably needs is to sleep it off, but I am not facing her wrath if I suggest that. She just now started talking to me again. Besides, if she wants a good fuck before passing out, I am not denying her that.
"No," she says, but it is muddled, and her lips immediately smack into mine. The kiss is ferocious, and I can’t help but get caught up in the moment. My hand slides around her waist, and I pull her up against my body with that kiss. I don’t think anyone is looking, but if they do glance over, they are going to see how a real man should kiss his woman.
Daisy slides all the way down. My eyes follow her, unsure of what is going on. Did she need some more water? That’s when my pants unzip, and she unfurls my cock, right there under the booth. I try not to turn red, or make a scene, but this is both titillating and fuckin' uncomfortable.
Fuck, she wraps her moth around my shaft. She is covered by the table, but that doesn't mean no one can tell what is happening to me, especially now that Dais has all but disappeared, and I am enjoying the way her mouth suctions onto my member.
I am not one for public sex, but as her mouth wrapped around me under the table, I was gone. Damn it, this crazy, beautiful woman is going to be the death of me.
I look down at her, under the table, as she sucks me off, and I see her eyes staring into mine. That look in her eyes like she is pleasuring a god or something is enough to make me wanna blow my load right there.
I look up, though, and see trouble, as Enzo comes up to the booth, clearly not noticing what is happening to me underneath the table.
"So, we got some AK47's comin' in tomorrow from the Steele’s, right?" Enzo asks, starting a conversation about the wrong thing at the fuckin' wrong time.
I feel myself getting closer, ready to explode into her mouth. It takes everything I have not to moan right fuckin' there in Enzo's face. "Fuck off, Enzo, we can talk about this shit later," I say, knowing it’s probably going to piss him off, but shit, I can’t let him keep standing over us when Dais' is working my cock like a professional.
Enzo gives a nasty look to me before backing up a few feet away from the booth. The laughter that follows tells me he can probably see now what the fuck is going on under this booth; that my tipsy, beautiful woman is pleasuring me right there in the bar with other members around. He walks away, and I fuckin' lose my shit, eyes rolling up in my head as her pace picks up just in time for me to come right in her mouth. I feel her drink it all down, not spilling a single drop anywhere. Damn, my baby girl knew what to do, and she was full of me now. I can’t say it isn’t sexy as hell, but I am still a little shaken from the experience as she slides back up my body, tucking my member right back where it belongs.
Dais's lips land on mine again before she leans over to my ear. "You better get me home so I can fuck you," she says, wasting no time.
I laugh at that and smack her ass, playfully, knowing I am going to oblige. "Let’s go then, my little minx."
Chapter 14
Daisy
I can’t help but cringe at the way I acted a few nights ago. I was the equivalent of a horny little slut.
Okay, so I was a horny little slut.
Can you really blame me though? I mean, my man is a glorious piece of ass. Whew. Lemme just fan myself over here a bit. I walk outside, into the cool air to catch my breath. I don't know what it is about Ollie and me since we made up, but we have been makin’ up over and over, and I can’t stop myself. He is so special and so sexy. I have a hard time gettin’ out of that bed every morning and getting dressed because I just want him to touch me all damn day.
I watch as some of the guys, the prospects and Butch, are workin’ on an old muscle car they want to fix up. They think it will get them brownie points in the club and woman. It is a fuckin’ sexy piece of metal; a 60’s Pontiac of some kind with blue and white paint that just needs a little TLC. I smile at the looks on their faces as they try to make it run again. Men are so funny and easy to please like that; cars and women.
I look out at the sky and see that it is a little dreary. It might rain later, but I think the sky is sometimes most beautiful when the clouds are rolling in, and it isn’t black yet. There is a calm in it, but also a promise.
I hear the unmistakable sound of a jolt of electricity coming from the direction of the car. I look back over, meaning to go inside right after I make sure these idiots aren’t killing themselves, and catch a view of the jumper cables. I should not have looked. I need to get away, but I can’t move a damn muscle. A flash of light before me turns into a memory, but it’s like I am living inside of it. Some of the loan sharks, the ones that captured and tortured me because of my fuckin’, gambling boyfriend at the time, are in front of me. I am chained up and tied up while they douse me in water. It is tepid, and that is bad enough, but the worst part is what the water is for. It was used to shock me, right on my wrists, leaving terrible marks the whole time I was there.
I come out of the memory, but I look down at my wrists and, swear to God, I can see those damn marks again, even though they were invisible only moments ago. I am losing it, and I begin to shake all over, unable to move. It’s like I am frozen to the spot.
I see Kyle appear out of the corner of my eye. I’m doin’ everything that I possibly can to act normal, for him to not pay any lick of attention to me. I don’t need this attention. I need him to leave me alone so I can breathe through this and be fine, even though I know I’m not going to just be fine.
I can’t move, no matter what I do, it’s like I’m back in that warehouse. My memories flashback and replay over and over in my mind, like a record on repeat. It won’t stop, but I just want it to stop. It’s like I can feel exactly what they did to me all over again.
I remember the exact way that they poured ice cold water over my bound wrists, strapped tightly to one of the many dingy chairs they’d have me sit on. The first time it happened, I thought they were just pouring ice cold water on me. I didn’t know what was actually going on until I saw the jumper cables, saw them rubbing the positive and negative together, creating a small spark. I was naïve, or maybe, I hoped for the best. I shoulda known, I shoulda expected the worst, but I didn’t – I had hope. What a fuckin’ joke hope was in that place. I didn't even believe it was real when Ollie told me they were there to get me out.
The feeling that sparked through my body when those two points touched my wet skin was awful. I’d never been tazed before, but it was probably close to that. I had marks on my wrists for days afterwards, it’s like I can still see the blue bruising that turned to black, which eventually faded.
It’s gone.
I’m not back there anymore.
“What’s goin’ on with you?” Kyle asks, his eyes full of both concern and curiosity.
“Nothin’,” I mutter, looking away from him, hoping that acting like he’s bothering me will make him leave. It doesn’t get me very far. I shoulda known better than that. Kyle never butts out of my business anymore.
“That’s bullshit, you’re shaking like a dog in a thunder storm,” he comments. I can feel his gaze on me. A
nd I know I’m shaking, I can feel myself fuckin’ shaking. Thanks, Captain Obvious.
“Why don’t you just leave? You’re so damn good at it anyhow,” I growl, wanting to rub my arm to soothe myself, but my body just won’t allow me to do so.
“Dais, I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you. I come around the corner and you’re over here doing this.” He imitates my frozen state, shaking like a rattlesnake about to strike “I’m just concerned.”
“You have a funny way of showing it,” I hiss out, hating that I’m even experiencing this right now. PTSD is a bitch, a bitch that I want nothing to do with. Seems I have problems getting rid of things like that lately.
“Yeah, I know I do,” he snaps back out at me. “I’ll be back with Seamus”
Shit. That is not what I thought would come out of his mouth.
I don’t get anything out of my mouth before he’s turned around the corner of the clubhouse and I’m left outside, practically alone with the guys fuckin’ around in the garage a few hundred meters away from me. The whole reason I’m even in this situation; fuckin’ jumper cables.
I’m mad at myself more than anyone. I was never like this before, and yeah, a lot of shit happened to make me this woman who is frozen over with fear whenever I go near a garage and hear cable’s sparking, or even when I hear the leather of a belt being unloosed from a man’s waist – but that’s an entirely different story. The point is, I went through a lot of shit that made me like this. I wasn’t this weak little girl before. I never wanted to be her. That didn’t matter though, I became her. Or maybe she became me.
“Babygirl?” I’m torn away from my own thoughts at the sound of Ollie’s voice. It’s soft, concerned, but knowing. I glance up at him, watching as he’s assessing my surroundings and what, no doubt, put me in my state. Everyone jokes about how he’s as dumb as a doornail, but he isn’t – he’s the most intelligent one here because he acts as dumb as a doornail. His job is to protect the club. He’s the enforcer, it’s his most important job. He’s the muscle, he’s the tough guy, but the big muscle head has a lot of brains behind his tactics; tactics that have saved the club numerous times.