Giving It to the Monster (Saints and Sinners MC Book 4) (8 page)

Pipe rolled his eyes. “Are you feeling a little scared about the big bad boys?” He spoke in a baby voice.

“Shut up, Pipe. Kid’s got a point. Mafia usually means a sticky mess. I don’t want sticky mess.”

“I can arrange a meet. I’ve dealt with him before, and he’s never caused a problem. We stay out of his business, he’ll stay out of ours. It’s an honor amongst us thugs.”

Saint ran a hand down his face. “Let’s hope this is Big Ricky’s job, and a nasty coincidence.”

“If not, the mafia will come knocking. Why do MCs always end up having to deal with mafia shit? Do we have like tats that say ‘come and fuck with us’?” Pipe asked.

“I’m starting to think that’s the case. Anyway, make the call, arrange a meet. In the meantime, I’ll get this to my contact, and maybe he can find something.”

“No, don’t give that to the cop. Big Ricky will see it as an act of war. Nothing happens until we talk to him. It’s a sign of trust.”

Saint handed it over to Pipe. “Then you handle this, and give me a call when you need me.”

He wasn’t about to start a war with anyone, least of all the mafia. He wasn’t afraid. Saint had gotten over any fear that could have ruled his life. His father had made him face everything, and come out fighting.

No, he was a survivor, and the club wasn’t looking for a way to sign their death certificates.

Leaving his office, he made his way outside. He found Natasha sitting with the old ladies, and several of the men, eating a hot dog. For a second he paused, and admired the way her lips looked wrapped around the meat. It didn’t take a lot to imagine her lips around his.

Just that thought alone reminded him that somewhere in the house was a butt plug and a dildo. Had she used them yet? Did she think of him when she did?

Forcing himself to move, he took a seat beside her, stealing the last of her hot dog.

“Hey, I was eating that.”

“I’ll get you another.”

“You could never leave my food alone.”

“So you two have a lot of history?” Zeus asked.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids,” Nat said.

“You were childhood sweethearts?” Butt asked. He was Pipe’s boy.

“Yeah, we were. Shit happened, and now she’s back. Let’s change the topic.” Saint finished the hot dog, and conversation changed. Natasha joined in, and when he reached out, locking their fingers together, she held onto him.

Time passed, and food was cooked, the fun and games drawing everyone in. When music was put on, Saint pulled Natasha onto the dance floor, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“I think your father would be turning in his grave.”

“Why?”

“Before I left, he was determined to make this place a nightmare. A living embodiment of everything bad. This is not that place. When I came here years ago, all I felt was desperation and fear. This is not that place anymore. You did well, Saint. It makes me regret walking away from you. I was the one that wasn’t strong, whereas you are, and will always be.”

“Don’t regret anything,” he said. “We can’t change what happened. Don’t waste your time thinking bad shit.”

She smiled. “How is it you make me so happy?”

“You relax around me, and you trust me enough to take care of everything else. You could have handled Simon. You’re a strong woman, Nat. He beat you badly, but I know you.”

“Did you see many bruises on him?” she asked.

“No. It doesn’t mean you didn’t bruise him where I couldn’t see. Don’t worry, I took care of his face.”

“Thank you for not killing him.”

“You’re welcome.”

“He’s not worth you getting in trouble for. I may not want him around or breathing, but he’s not worth it.”

“Nat, you’re worth going to prison for, and if I believed for a second it would help, I’d do it.”

She smiled. “See, there you are offering to kill people for me. Not many men would willingly do that.”

“I’m not your average guy.”

She rested her head against his chest, and he leaned in close. “I know. I knew you were different when we were five years old.”

Glancing around the clubhouse, he saw several of his men watching him. There was no judgment in their eyes. If anything, they looked happy.

For the first time in his life, Saint trusted his men as he closed his eyes, relaxed, and danced with his woman.

Chapter Seven

Simon granted her the divorce without any question. Natasha only had to wait some time for it to go through and then she’d be a free woman. She didn’t have to meet with him to discuss anything. He was totally cut out of her life, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The bruises on her face faded, and the doctor that came to see her gave her a clean bill of health. She didn’t have to go to the hospital to get it either.

Saint also hired her to work at Dirty Deeds with Elena and Sarah. It was fun hanging out with the two women, and she got to learn a lot about sex toys. The ones she had bought were still wrapped in the packaging. Saint wasn’t home all the time, and she didn’t know why she wasn’t using them. Would he know?

Some of the customers at the shop asked her questions. When she couldn’t answer them, and pointed Elena and Sarah at them, the two women advised she become acquainted with some of the toys. They each had an understanding, and Elena suggested she start with the two she’d already bought.

After returning home one evening with a text from Saint letting her know he was going to be late, she went into her bedroom, and took the items out of the bag. Staring at them on the bed, she took a deep breath, and removed the outer packaging.

“So far, so good.”

Touching the silicone dildo, she noticed how firm and textured it felt. It was nowhere near the feel of a real cock, nor did it arouse her like a real one.

Still, it had been a long time since she’d had sex, and being around Saint was making her hornier than any other time in her life.

“Ugh, it should be easy. So easy. So damn easy.”

Removing her clothing, she lay out on the bed, and calmed herself down. Resting her hands on her stomach, she started to caress up to touch her breasts. Pinching her nipples, she cupped her tits, squeezing them together. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Saint. It was always Saint, and it had never stopped being him.

She pictured him entering the room, and seeing her. He’d come over to the bed, and she’d see his rock hard cock pressing against the front of his pants. He’d take it out and demand that she suck it. Once she opened her lips, and had him in her mouth, he’d touch her. He would start with his fingers on her nipple, tweaking the hard bud, moving to the next one. Saint would pinch her, creating a little bite of pain, and soothing it out with his hands. Down his fingers would go, and her own hands matched what he was doing.

Sliding her fingers between her thighs, she imagined his hands, two fingers sliding in deep.

She was wet. Getting her fingers slick, she drew them up, teasing her clit.

Grabbing the dildo, she licked the tip, and sucked it into her mouth before pressing it between her thighs. Circling her clit, she dropped it down, and slowly started to ease it inside her.

“Holy fuck,” Saint said.

Opening her eyes, Natasha gasped, seeing the man of her fantasies standing right there. She had left the door partially open, and now he stood there, staring at her. Had she done it on purpose, wanted him to be there?

“Saint,” she said.

“Don’t stop.”

He removed his jacket, and stepped up close to the bed.

“I—”

“Put the dildo back in your pussy.”

“You’re not disgusted by it?”

He opened the button of his jeans, and pulled them down to reveal his cock. Saint was bigger than she remembered, all of him was. “Does this look disgusted?”

“No.”

“Then put it back in. Let me see your tight pussy suck it in, trying to fuck it like a real cock.”

Tease him.

Make him do it.

Take this chance, hold onto it, and never let it go.

Going to her knees, she held the dildo up. She saw it glistened with her own juices. “Why don’t you make me?”

“That an invitation?”

“Yes.”

Saint pulled his clothes off and moved toward the bed. He reached out, gripping her neck, and pulled her close to him. Slamming his lips down on hers, she dropped the dildo, and wrapped her arms around him. Feeling his naked chest against her breasts had her crying out. It felt good being surrounded by him.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since you turned up at my door.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“You were bloody and bruised. I wasn’t going to do that to you.” He stroked her neck, sliding his hands down to cup her tits. “You’re a lot fuller than I remember.”

“A love of food will do that to you.”

“Fuck, I love your curves.” He ran his hands down to cup her hips, squeezing them. He pressed a kiss to her hip and tipped her back.

She stared at him, seeing that he already had the dildo in his hands. “Open your thighs.”

Spreading her legs, she couldn’t look away as he teased the fake cock between her thighs. Circling her clit, he slid down, and slowly started to push inside her.

“This is not as big as my cock. If you can’t take this, you can’t take my dick.”

She pushed down onto the cock until she had as much of it as the cock would allow.

“Oh, good girl,” he said. His thumb stroked her clit for several seconds before he flipped her over onto her knees. “Ever since I saw you pick these up, I’ve been wondering what you were going to do with them.”

“I’ve only just opened them.”

“You keep that dildo inside you. I don’t want to see it come out.”

She released a little whimper but closed her thighs, trying to keep it inside.

“Have you had anyone in your ass?”

“No.”

“Good. I can be your first there as well.” He teased down the crack of her ass, stroking over her anus.

She tensed up as he pushed a finger against her asshole.

“You’re going to be tight here as well. It’s a good thing you bought the plug.”

Natasha listened as he opened the bottle of lube that she’d also purchased. He snapped the lid open, and she gasped as some cool gel was squirted on her ass.

Next, his fingers were there smoothing the gel all around her ass, and pushing his finger inside her.

“Push against my finger.”

She started to push back, but he stopped her. “No, push out as if you’re trying to get rid of me.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said. Her cheeks heated, and she pushed out. His finger pushed inside her, the burn making her cry out, but she didn’t pull away.

Saint pumped inside her ass before adding a second finger as he stretched her.

“I think you’re ready for this pretty little butt plug.”

“Please, Saint.”

“You want to come?”

“Yes, yes, I do.”

He chuckled. “I’ll let you come when I’m good and ready.”

She moaned and he slapped her ass. “I’ll make it worth your while. You know I always do.”

His fingers left her ass, and then the hard tip of the butt plug started to work its way inside her. She was so wet, and as he pushed the plug inside, she tried to take more.

“You’re full, baby. Your pussy and ass filled.” He climbed off the bed, and she watched him move in front of her. “Take my hand.”

Placing her hands within his, she stood up.

“Keep them inside you.”

Her body was on fire. She hadn’t felt heat and arousal like this before. They were both different people, older, wiser, and the chemistry was still there. Time hadn’t changed what they felt for one another.

Saint eased her down, and she cried out, not in pain, but in pleasure.

“I couldn’t do everything I wanted to do to you back then, but I can now, Natasha. I know what I want to do. All you have to do is let me.”

“Yes,” she said.

She stared at his cock. The tip was leaking pre-cum, and she wanted a taste.

He cupped her face. “Promise you’ll trust me.”

“I do.”

“Good.” He pulled her head to align with his cock, her pussy and ass still filled by the dildo and butt plug. “Suck it.”

Wrapping her fingers around the length, she flicked the tip, taking the drop of pre-cum leaking out.

They both moaned, and she glanced up to see his eyes on her.

“Suck it in.”

Covering the head with her lips, she sucked him into her mouth, and he groaned.

“That has got to be the prettiest sight I’ve seen in a long time.”

Bobbing her head, she took him to the back of her throat before easing up. She ran her hand up and down the length of him. “You’ve gotten bigger.”

“I know, and I know how to use it now.”

“I can’t wait.”

****

Saint moaned as Natasha took the tip of his cock back inside her sweet little mouth. Seeing his cock covered in her saliva, and knowing she was filled with the dildo and butt plug just made him more aroused. He wanted to be inside her more than anything.

What he wanted now was to make it last. He was so close to coming, and he didn’t want it to end. Wrapping her red hair around his length, he controlled the depth of his cock, making her go right to the back of her throat so that she was almost gagging.

He pulled out of her mouth, and watched as she licked the entire length, following the vein of his cock.

“Feels so good,” he said. “I’ve missed this.”

She was all woman, and Saint intended to become acquainted with her new body.

Before he blew his load in her mouth, he pulled off, and stepped away. Stroking her cheek, he stared into her eyes.

The love he had for this woman had never gone away, and now she was back, it was only getting stronger with every passing day.

Placing a hand on her chest, he urged her down.

“Open your thighs, show me your pussy.”

“You keep ordering me to do that.”

“I like to see you spread out, open, and ready to take my cock.”

She opened her thighs, and he stared at her pussy. Her clit was swollen, and her cunt filled with the dildo. Moving between her thighs, he sucked her clit into his mouth, reaching beneath her to grab her ass.

“Oh, Saint, fuck, that feels so good.”

Using his tongue, he flicked her clit and sucked it into his mouth. He nibbled on her, and spread her lips open to gaze down at her. Removing the dildo, he stared at her wide open pussy, feeling the pre-cum leaking out of his cock.

Plunging his tongue into her cunt, he fucked her before pulling out and flicking her clit. Grabbing the dildo, he started to fuck her as he teased her clit.

“I’m going to come, Saint.”

“Come for me. Come all over my face.”

She did, screaming his name as he teased her clit, prolonging her orgasm. Only when he was happy with her shattering orgasm did he pull the dildo out of her a final time, and replace it with his cock. He slammed every single one of his ten inches inside her. She screamed his name, and he stared into her eyes, her tight cunt pulsing around him through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“You’re not wearing a condom.”

“I’ll pull out.”

“That’s not effective birth control.”

She didn’t try to fight him, nor did she push him away.

Natasha reached up and ran her fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No. I don’t want you to stop.”

He locked the fingers together, claimed her lips, and eased out of her pussy until only the tip was there before pushing deep inside her. They moaned together as he fucked her slowly at first, the plug in her ass making it tighter inside her pussy. He released her hands, and wrapped his arms around her. He didn’t want to let her go. She was his lifeline, his reason for breathing.

Saint hadn’t known how hard it was to live life until she turned back up. The hard fucking he was going to give her changed, and he started to make love to her, staring into her eyes as he thrust his cock within her.

In that moment nothing mattered to him. He didn’t care about the club, or about anything else. His only focus was on the woman that consumed his thoughts on a daily basis.

“Saint, do you feel it?” she asked.

“Always, I’ve always felt this way with you.”

Taking possession of her lips, Saint made love to her, caressing her body, and learning what made his woman tick. She loved it when he kissed her neck, sucked on her nipples, and rode her pussy.

He cupped her hips and thrust inside her, all the time kissing her lips. There was no need for words or explanations as they joined once again. The past, the present, their future, it meant nothing.

They had each other, and when Saint’s orgasm came, he did as he promised, pulling out of her, and spilling it on her stomach. When it was over, he didn’t pull away. He settled back between her thighs, with his cock resting between the lips of her pussy.

“I don’t want this to ever end,” she said.

“Me neither.”

She licked her lips, and he saw tears fill her eyes. “I never stopped loving you. Can you believe that?”