Angels and Ashes (Heaven's Rejects MC Book 2) (24 page)

I trace my fingers down her stomach in both an erotic and tickling sensation. She tries to buck away from the tickling, but her motion sends me falling forward, and I take the opportunity to pin her to the bed by her wrists. Leaning down to kiss her again before pulling myself back up, I center my body on top of her knees. I take my cock in my hands while she watches my every move like a predator silently stalking its prey and press the head of my cock against her clit. She deeply moans when I begin to rub up and down as the smoothness of my head glides through her wetness and engulfs her clit. I increase the motion until I feel her pussy beginning to clench as her orgasm begins to build. Her moans grow louder, indicating how close she really is before I stop and plunge deeply inside of her. I pull out briefly and pull her legs up in the air with my hands.

My thrusts become more rapid as the edge of my release begins to vibrate within my balls. Her hand slides down her stomach to her pussy while she begins to rub her clit in a circular motion just as her orgasm hits hard. Her pussy clenches like a vice around my dick and she bucks against me when my own release slams into me. I slowly thrust a few more times as I ride out my release pulsating inside of her. I drop her legs gently back to the bed before falling to her chest, pulling her into a post-orgasm sloppy kiss. I roll onto my side and pull her lax body next to me as we both heave trying to catch our breaths.

“I think you just bypassed lessons and became the teacher, darlin’.”

She giggles while we lie there in silence for a few minutes before I slide from the bed and head for the bathroom. I can feel her heated stare on my ass as I walk toward the bathroom.

I close the door behind me and turn on the shower. I stand under the hot spray and begrudgingly wash her scent from my body. If I could bottle the way she smells after sex, I’d wear it as cologne for the rest of my life. Her scent is intoxicating enough, but throw in the afterglow of good sex and that kicks it up a notch completely. A few minutes later, I emerge with a towel loosely wrapped around my waist while she watches me stalk across the room with hungry eyes.

“You keep looking at me like that and the only food you’ll be getting today will be served in this bed.”

“That a promise?” she fires back without missing a beat.

“Oh, darlin’, that’s a challenge I don’t think you’re exactly up to yet. Now, you go get that sexy ass of yours in the shower and get cleaned up while I run out to the kitchen to grab some grub and check in with the guys. I’ve got Church in about two hours so I think we can fit a repeat session and breakfast in before I have to go be the big, bad president for a bit. After that, me and that mouth of yours are going to be having a reunion.”

The past three weeks have flown by as Michael and I’ve settled into our relationship. It hasn’t been easy with two strong-willed people such as ourselves trying to learn how to work together. We’ve had our share of fights, but all couples have them, and I, for one, am glad we are getting them out of the way sooner rather than later. Each day, he opens up a little more to me about the club, himself, and his life with his ex-wife.

Maj is always a touchy subject, and even mentioning her name would stop him dead in his tracks, but I’ve learned to talk about her in small enough doses that he finally opened up to me about her.

It shocked me to learn just yesterday that his divorce from Maj was only finalized a few months prior. He had asked her for a divorce the day before she disappeared, and without any information to where she would have been, he had to take a different approach to ridding himself of legal responsibility for her and obtaining sole custody of the kids. It took months of attempts to track her down and even an ad in the newspaper before the judge finally granted him the divorce. He seemed exhausted by the process as he explained it to me, but I was glad he could tell me. He needs someone to confide his personal feelings with, and the men of the club aren’t exactly emotional creatures to be able to give him solid advice that doesn’t involve their dick in some form or another.

While sex is still a major portion of our blossoming relationship in the semi-honeymoon phase we found ourselves in, we talked more and more each day.

Each morning he wakes me up with his version of a wake-up call, and I have to admit that morning sex is by far the best. I may still be sleepy or drowsy, but feeling that raw connection and emotion leaves me feeling bonded to him throughout the day. Even if we don’t get to spend much time together when his presidential duties leave him locked away in the meeting room for hours, I still feel the connection in his absence. It’s addicting and scary all at the same time and leaves me feeling like I’m gleefully floating in the line of a firing squad.

I spend most of my time away from Michael reading, talking to the boys, and now, working on my home business. It still makes me laugh when I think about how I spilled the beans to Michael about my dirty little secret.

“You have got to be shitting me, right?” he yelled in disbelief.

“I’m definitely not shitting you, Michael. You heard me correctly.”

He paced the floor of my home office as I gathered my things to take back to the clubhouse. After a week of wearing the same clothes over and over again, he finally relented and took me back to the house to gather more clothes and to get my business supplies and laptop.

“Why couldn’t you have had a normal home business like make-up or those fancy pots and pans?”

“Just because I’m not a Suzy-fucking-homemaker and sell sex toys and homemade lickable body paints, you can’t handle it? What’s wrong with a vibrator and some edible lube? I’m betting you’d try them out with me.”

He scoffed at my joke and turned to face me. “It’s something entirely different with you, but knowing that you know more about sex toys than I could have imagined is a little unmanning, okay? What if you find a monster cock rubber wiener that you like more than me?”

I laughed out loud uncontrollably as he frowned. “It’s not funny, darlin’. I can’t compete with that vibrator shit.”

“Don’t worry, babe,” I cooed, using a nickname he hates. “I’ll give you fair warning when the Monster Cock 8000 and I run away together.”

I giggle as I think back to how shocked he looked when I gave him a taste of his own teasing medicine. Poor Michael. I wonder what he would do if he walked in on me masturbating with one of the toys that are currently strewn all over the bed we share together.

Just as I pack the last box to be shipped out by one of the prospects later today, Michael walks through the door. Every time I see him, my heart flutters like a school girl daydreaming about her crush returning her amorous feelings. Maybe it’s the sex or just how we’ve bonded over the last few weeks, but every time he is gone, I miss him. Michael takes a few strides and pulls me into his arms, greeting me with one of his knee-buckling kisses.

“You finished with your rubber wiener party in here?” he teases.

“Yup, I just packed away the last one, and I have the shipping labels on them for Slider to take to the post office for me. You know, it would be easier if you just let me handle shipping them.”

“I can’t let you out on your own, darlin’. Even though things seem quiet right now, we are still on lockdown.”

I sigh as he rubs his large hands down my back in his attempt to quell my dislike of being cooped up for weeks like this.

“I promise as soon as we get the club business handled, you’ll be able to frolic to your heart’s content on the outside, but for now, it’s safer for you to be behind these walls and for the kids to stay at your parents.”

“I know, I know, but it doesn’t make missing the kids or a bit of freedom any less desirable. I’m not used to being ordered around.”

His eyes soften at my unhappiness when a devious smile forms on his face.

“You wipe that shit-eating grin off your face right now. After three rounds of sex this morning, I think my pussy needs a break from you and Godzilla. Not every woman is built to handle the likes of you.”

“Godzilla, huh?” he chuckles. “I don’t think I’ve ever had someone give my dick a nickname, but fuck, I’ll take Godzilla.” He looks down at his crotch and just smiles.
Good lord, I have only stoked his ego fire more.

“But, that’s not what the smile was for. How about you and I get out of here today? I have a surprise for you that I think you will enjoy.”

I roll my eyes at him and push away from his body.

“It’s not Godzilla, I swear,” he says defensibly. “Though, we’ll come back to that portion of the discussion later.”

“So where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he replies. “Meet me outside in ten minutes. I need to make some phone calls before we leave.”

As he asked me to, I walk out of the clubhouse to find Michael sitting astride his running bike. He smiles as I walk toward him and grab my helmet from him before putting it on. I slide my leg over the bitch seat and hoist my body onto the bike. Settling behind him, I wrap my arms around his waist just before he peels out of the parking lot.

We ride for hours before he pulls off into a rest stop just before the California state line. If this is his idea of a fun day out, he has another thing coming. The bike ride was fun, but this place isn’t exactly LEGOLAND. He turns off the bike just as a voice calls out to me.

“Mama,” I hear before my sons run toward the bike. Michael leans back and helps me slide off the bike before getting off himself. He takes my helmet and leans in close to my body. “Surprise, darlin’.”

“Mama,” screams Wesson as he plows into me with his open arms followed soon by Colt. The boys squeeze me so tight as I look up to see my mom carrying Roxie. My baby girl coos and smiles as she gets closer to us. Mom hands her to me, and for the first time in nearly a month, my family is complete. The boys chatter along about the things they’ve done with my parents and how Colt misses his friends at school. After missing a week, Michael told me that he had arranged for a tutor to teach Colt at my mother’s until it was safe for him to return to school. While I didn’t like the idea at first, it was far better that he continue schooling at home while the danger that the club put my kids in still lingered. What Michael told the school to allow him to be temporarily homeschooled was never mentioned to me, but I am okay that he did it.

“Look how big you’ve all grown,” I exclaim. “What has grandma been feeding you?”

“Heathy stuff that tastes like cardboard,” Colt pipes up. “I miss your cooking, Mom.”

I ruffle his hair as I hug him again. “I miss having you all at home.”

“’Uncle 'aze says we can’t come home until he says so. Is that true, Mama?” Wesson asks.

“I’m sorry, baby, but it is. It’ll be just a little bit longer, and then you’ll all get to come home.”

“That’s right, buddy,” Michael replies, tousling Wesson’s hair. “The day you come home, we’ll throw you a big old party with anything you boys could want.”

“Rweally?” Wesson screams. “Can we have the biggest bowl of ice cream that you’ve ever seen with sprinkles, Uncle 'aze?”

Michael looks to me with a smile before agreeing to Wesson’s demands. While I normally wouldn’t let the boys have a ton of junk food, their coming home can be an exception to the rule. If only it was going to be tomorrow.

The rest of the afternoon we spend in the rest-stop diner, eating and just enjoying our time together. Almost immediately, Michael stole Roxie away from me and proceeded to walk her around all the toys lining the walls in the gift shop before coming back with a hot-pink stuffed bear with huge purple eyes. Roxie instantly shoved the toy in her mouth as she peacefully played in Michael’s arms. While Wesson clung to me, Colt gravitated more to Michael asking him question after question about his motorcycle and whether he’ll teach him to ride when he’s older. Just watching the exchange between them as Wesson colored on the placemat in front of us made my heart melt. Colt’s curiosity reminded me so much of his father and how he and Michael would talk for hours on our back porch about bikes in the early days of our marriage.

Long before I am ready to let them go, Michael checks his watch and reminds us of the late hour. I could have spent an entire month with my kids and it wouldn’t have been enough. We both help my mom pack the kids into the car before Michael walks away to get the bike warmed up.

After I kiss each of the kids goodbye, Mom shuts the door and gives me a knowing look.

“Is he the reason why you look happy?” she asks.

“You could say that, Mom. I know you probably think it’s too soon, but we’re still trying to figure out what we are to each other.”

Mom pulls me into a tight embrace. “Just remember, Darcy, that happiness doesn’t come in the package we expect it. I may not know him well enough to approve, but the kids like him, and that’s a good sign. Just don’t go head long into something like this until you’re sure because I don’t want to see you or the kids hurt again in the aftermath,” she whispers into my ear as the roar of a Harley engine fills the parking lot. I say a quick goodbye to Mom and send my love home for Dad before walking away and leaving just three little pieces of my heart behind.