I can’t help but smile. Onyx is lit. Playtime can wait until tomorrow. It was good for her to let loose and have some fun. “Sure you don’t want to get something into your stomach now?” I have no clue how many beers she had, but I do know the ladies were tipping them back pretty fast.
But Onyx has other things on her mind. She straightens and closes the distance between us, grabs the edge of her T-shirt and lifts it, slowly exposing her toned waist as she pulls it past her bra and over her head. “I think we had plans for tonight? You wanna go upstairs?”
I take a quick glance around to ensure everyone is gone for the night. “Fuck baby, my plans, they can be accomplished right here at the bar.”
27
ONYX
Hawg gathers me in his arms, kissing me, lifting me onto the bar so that my face is level with his. His hand snakes around my nape, drawing me closer, keeping me imprisoned in his makeshift cage just for me as his hand slides over my breast. Then his hands are moving, curving over my chest, sliding over my waist.
He traces my hard nipples through the lacy white material of my bra, his nails sending just the right signal to my center down below. “Feel that in your pussy, baby?”
“Yes,” I say on a breath as he unclips my bra and takes a nipple into his mouth. I wrap my legs around him, needing to feel more of his heat against my skin and through my jeans. His hands move to my hips, drawing me close, letting me feel the rock-solid firmness of his cock before kissing me again and devouring me with his need.
The jangle of his belt unbuckling sends a thrill down my spine and makes me dripping wet. He slides me off the bar until my feet touch the ground so he can undo my jeans and pull them down. “Bend over, baby.”
He’s going to bang me on the bar. A fantasy I’ve thought about a million times but never once thought would come true. I turn, and his hand pushes me down gently, the cool of the bar top on my nipples causing me to squirm. He slaps my ass. “Hold still, baby.”
His finger traces through the wetness, and then follows with the head of his dick, hard, hot and ready for my heat. Hawg doesn’t draw this out, we both need it after waiting all day, and we both want it only one way. Hard, fast, and just like this.
Bent over the bar, he goes right to the very end of me with that long piece of rod, hitting that button deep inside that usually no one gets right. But he knows right where it is and he keeps hitting it, pounding it, making me delirious with the need to come and when he says, “Come all over my dick, baby,” I’m already there.
As if on que, Hawg follows behind me and even after we’re done he stays inside, slowly rocking, letting every single little wave dissipate while kissing down the length of my back, exceeding every fantasy I’ve ever had about banging on this bar all to hell.
When Hawg turns me to face him, he takes napkins from the bar and slides them between my legs. “If we lived by ourselves, I’d make you walk around with my cum dripping down your thighs. I like the way you smell with me all over you.”
I close my eyes and inhale the moment, registering it in my memory bank as one of the best experiences of my life. My hands slide around Hawg’s face, gently bringing him to me. “I’m falling in love with you, and it scares me to death.”
Hawg doesn’t shy away from intimacy or crucial conversations. He kisses my lips gently. “Baby, I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since you flashed those bright green eyes at me but if I wasn’t positive then I was when you went missing. I was so worried I thought my chest was going toexplode. What you’re feeling is normal. I’ve had to talk myself through it too. But your heart, it’s safe with me.”
I nod, so choked up I can barely breathe, and still shocked that I said that out loud. “I want to believe that.”
He strokes a finger down my cheek and pushes a piece of hair that’s fallen over my eyes behind my ear. “Believe it, baby. Now, let me take you upstairs and show you how much I love you.”
28
HAWG
The plan Carver and I have been working on in the background is finally in place. Those sons of bitches aren’t going to be in any shape to hurt our ladies when we get through with them.
The sun has barely been up for a couple hours when Carver and I head out to the desert with the rest of the Royal Bastards, at least the ones we didn’t leave back with the Harlots to take care of business.
I sure as hell didn’t plan to tell Onyx that I loved her last night or expect her to tell me that either but it’s fucking true. I’m not sure how it happened so fast, or if I’ve known for longer than I wanted to let on just watching her from afar, but no matter anymore, she’s fucking mine.
Not just exclusively to bang, but really mine. To share my hopes, dreams, and goals in life with, and to cherish and love. I’m not settling for anything less and I protect what’s mine.
The Desert Riders have a hard-on for our ladies, especially Pearl, but Onyx is the VP and if they can get to her, they know they’ll get to Pearl, and Carver and I aren’t going to sit back and wait for them to fucking attack.
So we push our bikes out of earshot, leaving the ladies still sleeping in their beds, on our way to do what we do best. Because this desert, this entire Phoenix metro area and everything around it belongs to the Royal Bastards and the Harlots.
The fucking Desert Riders, after today, they’re going to go back to where they belong, farther south, east, north, I don’t fucking care but they’re going to pack their shit and get the fuck out of our territory.
It’s an hour’s ride but the temps are good, and we’ve got a lot of bikes and ammo. I’m not fucking worried because I’ve got a few of my best taking care of the ladies including Carver’s best friend from way back, Lucky.
He may be quiet after doing time, a stint in Florence for beating a man who put more than fucking brutal hands on a lady, but he’s been solid, appreciative of being accepted into the club, proud to wear our colors and doesn’t take shit. Most of all, he takes care of Carver and is protective of us all.
I don’t know their full story, but someone messes with Carver or someone he cares about and Lucky’s gonna lay down.