Master (Chaos Bleeds Book 8) (32 page)

“What do I owe the pleasure to?” he asked, sitting back.

“You went to work early today.”

“I had to drop some paperwork to Devil’s house.” Since Laurell had been born, Devil had spent more time at his home helping out Lexie with the kids. They had been on summer vacation, and soon Simon and Elizabeth would be returning to school. Josh would also be going to nursery.

“I see. Well, Celia had a play date with Beatrice.”

Beatrice was one of the girls in the school that Celia attended.

Paris loosened the belt around her waist, and he watched as the jacket fell open.
Fucking hell.
She wore a bra that only held up her tits, and as she moved they bounced. When she took a seat on the table, and lifted first one heeled foot to his knee, then the other, he saw that she was also wearing panties that had a nice slit down the center, showing off her pretty cunt. He also saw that his little adventurer was wet.

Looking up into her eyes, he saw that she looked a little nervous.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’re owning this.”

“Good.” She moved her legs and got off the desk to straddle his thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his neck. “I was thinking about you, and about all the things we could get up to.”

“Oh, yeah, and what were you thinking?” he asked.

“I was thinking that I’d like to suck your cock while your men are out working.”

Damn, this woman was going to be the death of him.

Her hand moved between them, stroking his dick, which had only gotten hard from her whispering the sweet words into his ear.

“How would you like that?”

Wrapping his arms around her, he cupped her ass, drawing her in close.

“I’m wondering why you’re not doing it already.”

Paris sank to her knees, and he watched, holding onto his chair as she peeled away his jeans, and pulled out his long, thick, cock. She licked the tip, which was already leaking pre-cum. She moaned, licking the tip again, then sliding her tongue down the side where the thick vein pulsed. “Do you like that?” she asked.

“Fuck, yeah.”

She covered the head and sucked him deep into her mouth. Spider tried hard to keep his eyes open so that he could watch her at all times. Every now and then, he closed his eyes, basking in the heat of her mouth as she sucked him in deep and hard.

Opening his eyes, he reached out, holding the back of her head. Her hair was still short so he didn’t have the pleasure of wrapping it around his fist, and holding her.

She looked up at him, sucking him hard into her mouth, taking him until the tip of him hit the back of her throat. She pulled off until only the head was in her mouth. Using her hands, she worked the rest of him that she wasn’t sucking.

He loved the moans she made as she sucked his cock, the pleasure humming all the way through his body. Spider loved everything about this woman. She was his fucking soul. His very reason for breathing at times. In the middle of the night, he’d wake up, and have to reach out to convince himself that she was indeed still there. He couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”

She didn’t pull away, and kept on sucking him.

With the sounds of his men shouting backward and forward instructions, Spider came, filling her mouth with his cum. She swallowed him down, milking every single drop until there was nothing left.

She stopped when he was shuddering and couldn’t take another second worth of torture.

Paris rested her cheek against his leg, and he stroked her hair.

“I love you,” he said.

“I just wanted you to know that I love and miss you.” She got to her feet, but Spider wasn’t going to allow her to disappear like that. He got to his feet, putting his cock back into his pants, and buttoning up his jeans. He lifted her up, and placed her on top of his desk, urging her back. The coat lay open, and he cupped her large tits, fingering her nipples. “When did you get this outfit?”

“Yesterday. I went shopping with Lexie. She wanted to get a special something for Devil so that he knew she appreciated all of his help. I saw this, and thought it would be nice to surprise you.”

“You did surprise me.”

“Good surprise?”

“You’ve just milked my cock of all my cum, what do you think?”

She chuckled. “I think I did a damn good job.”

Sliding his hands down her body, he slid his fingers between the slit of her pussy, finding her wet. Pushing two fingers inside her, he sank down to his knees this time and flicked her pretty clit with his tongue. She cried out, and he made her put her heeled feet on his shoulders, and pulled her a little closer to the edge of the desk. Sucking her clit, he teased her cunt, and drew her juices from her pussy back to her ass.

Paris tensed up, but she didn’t stop him. He circled that tight ring, pressing inside her. Caressing her clit, he glided down to fuck inside her pussy, going deep, but not as deep as his cock would go.

Fucking her pussy, he teased her ass, and alternated between her cunt and her clit. Spider got her off on his desk, having her scream his name as she reached her climax, and as she did, he smiled.

“Wow,” she said. “I hope no one heard you.”

“If they did, they won’t say anything. They’d know I’ll kill them first.”

“You’ll be my hero?”

“Always.” She cupped his face, kissing his lips. “Now, forgive me, but I did dream of this moment, and I have these waiting for you.” He reached into a cabinet, and pulled out a skirt, shirt, and some underwear.

“You planned for this to happen?”

“Planned, hoped, prayed, you name it, I did it.”

Paris took the clothes off him and quickly dressed. Spider even had a pair of sneakers for her to wear. There was nothing like being prepared.

Placing her seduction clothes into a bag, he pressed her up against the wall. “I don’t mind you wearing stuff like that, and giving me nice surprises, but no one gets to see what belongs to me.”

“I gave that up a long time ago,” she said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m all yours now.”

“Good, would you like to see some of what we have going on here?”

“I’d love to.”

Taking hold of her hand, he led her out toward the construction. None of the men showed any signs of hearing her, and treated her with politeness.

“Lola signed the paperwork, and gave it to me finally.”

“Good, I’m glad. I really thought Sinner was going to lose her,” Paris said.

Sinner was a goner, that was for sure. Lola and Sinner were two unlikely people who’d been able to find something together. He was rooting for them both.

****

Around Thanksgiving, the apartments were done, and the holiday season was in full swing, Devil had decided to take a visit to Fort Wills, and allow The Skulls to host a dinner. Christmas neither of the club was visiting the other, so Thanksgiving was the event. The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds had both decided at least twice a year, they were going to visit. One event would be in the summer for a picnic or barbeque where they caught up. The second would be either Thanksgiving or Christmas. Spider liked the tradition, and he also liked the relationship between the two clubs. It had been on the rocks a few years ago, and now it was back with full force, and nothing was going to stop that. Prue had given birth since the last time they had visited, and he got to see Killer and Kelsey’s latest, David. Sandy was showing with her pregnancy, and Stink had become even more protective of her, if that was even possible.

Tate’s little girl, Isabella was grown, and he was shocked to see Tabitha, Miles, and the others had all grown up as well. The clubs were changing, and without having to do the rides for drugs and guns, they were all flourishing. There was no fear of having to go to prison, which he liked.

Sally’s latest prosthetic was turning out to be more successful than anyone could have hoped. She was still using crutches to help her, but with the fit, they had been able to strap it to her body, and she was practicing without the crutches.

“She’s doing well,” he said, talking to Steven.

The brother looked pissed.

“Yeah, she’s doing good. She’ll be graduating next year, and then off to college.”

“What’s up?” Spider asked.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

There was a knock, and then a guy Spider didn’t recognize came in.

“Wrong, that’s my problem.”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” the man said.

“It’s okay, Drew, I saved you a seat.”

Spider looked at Steven, and then at Drew, and back again. “You’ve got feelings for Sally.”

“Ever since her accident, that little fucker has been sniffing around her. I don’t get what his deal is, but I will.” Steven looked ready to explode.

“Okay, does Sally know?”

Steven snorted. “I need some air.”

Food wasn’t ready, so Spider followed him out, curious to know what was going on. He found Steven lighting up a cigarette. Since staying with Paris and Celia, he hadn’t touched them.

His woman didn’t like kissing him with smoker’s breath.

“Do you know what’s funny?” Steven asked.

“That you’re hung up over a girl you could have.”

“You see, she did have a big crush on me, and then she went and told me she didn’t care. You know what, fine, you don’t have a crush, I can deal with that, and now…” Steven took a long pull on his cigarette. “I care about her. I don’t even know what I’m fucking feeling half the time. When I’m around her, she puts up with me. Yet that little shit who lost his fucking future, he’s here, and now everything is fine, and I have to watch him fuck with her.”

Spider listened to his rant. “Have you talked to her?”

Steven laughed. “I’m thirty-one years old, Spider. How the fuck can I talk to her about it? I’m not going to do anything about it.”

“What about Whizz and Lacey? You talked to them.”

“They like Drew. They think he’s a good choice for her, and you know what? Any other time, I’d agree. He’s a nice guy. Even I like him, which pisses me off. He’s nice. Guys like him are supposed to be assholes, and do you know why I know that? Because I was like that. I was the asshole. I was the jerk in high school. I could bag any chick I wanted without any hassle. Just looking at him makes me so damn mad.” Steven ran a hand down his face. “I’m sorry. It’s Thanksgiving. I really shouldn’t be unloading all this crap on you.”

“There’s nothing I can do to help you. Sally is too young.”

“And I’m too old to tell other guys to back off. God, when did I get so old?”

“Thirty-one is not old.”

“Speak for yourself. At least your girl is in love with you.”

“I’m going to propose to her.”

“What?” Steven asked.

“I’ve got the ring picked out, and I even know when I’m going to do it.”

“When?”

“Christmas morning.”

“Dude, that’s next month.”

Spider shrugged. “It’s time, and I want her to remember it.”

“She’s already head over for you.”

“So? When it comes to Paris, I want her to remember everything, and to smile, and every little thing she sees, for her to remember why she fell in love with me.”

There were a few seconds of silence, and then Steven groaned. “Fuck man, I’m in love with you.” Steven threw his arms around him, hugging him.

Pulling away from him, Spider laughed, shaking his head. “You need to get a life.”

“Nah, I’m happy with my life. For the most part.” Steven looked behind his shoulder, and Spider turned to see Sally coming out, holding her crutches.

“I’m going to head on inside.”

“It’s okay. You can stay,” Steven said.

“I’ll give you a chance to make a better impression with the lady.”

Spider smiled at Sally as he passed her, and made his way inside to his woman. He found her holding Prue’s baby girl, Willow. Prue was sitting beside her.

“She’s gorgeous,” Spider said, moving to stand beside Paris.

“I won’t lie, she was a handful, and giving birth wasn’t exactly a picnic either. It was damn hard, but every second of pain was worth it.”

“Didn’t you have anything for the pain?” Paris asked.

“I didn’t have time. She came, and she wasn’t waiting for anyone.” Prue smiled. “She’s so spoiled. All she has to do is make a noise and Zero’s there, picking her up, cuddling her.”

Paris smiled and glanced up at him. “One day, I’d like for us to have a child.”

Imagining her swelling with his kid had his dick hardening. Quickly pushing the image aside, he kissed the top of head. “Soon.”

First, he was going to get his ring on her finger.

****

Steven watched as Sally made her way toward the swings. He saw the pain on her face, and he wished there was something he could do to take the pain away. She sat down, and he watched as she closed her eyes.

He, Whizz, and Lacey all knew the pressure she had put herself under to get this prosthetic leg. She trained with the physio every week, and she pushed her body to the breaking point.