CHAPTER TEN

– brAN –

"Start talking," I demand as soon as the door shuts behind us and the lock slides in place.

I might have agreed to give him a chance, though it doesn't entail me keeping my mouth shut and waiting until he feels we need to have a discussion.

"What did my mother and aunt have to say to you?" he fires back.

Here I thought we had multiple things to discuss, especially what's going on between us, the no condom-fucking, and the MCs aiming for our throat. Yet, this man decides to ask about my talk with some of the female members of his family?

I tilt my head. "Why ask about Blue and Lynn when Bee was there as well? For all you know, she was the one planting weird ideas in my head."

He narrows his eyes and somewhat closes the distance between us. "Bee is Dams's daughter, I grew up with her. She might be Broken Deeds but she's been Areion Fury the majority of her life."

Confused, I mutter, "Isn't Lynn your father's sister? That makes both Blue and Lynn Areion Fury by blood. I don't understand why you would flip your shit about those two."

He takes a step back and drags his fingers through his hair, frustration tainting his face.

"Shit happens when my ma and aunt are together, okay? Lynn is–" A sigh rips from him.

"Fierce, wise, strong, sassy, honest, real?" I blurt.

His eyes find mine and the frustration from a moment ago is replaced with surprise.

"What?" I snort. "Did you think she would badmouth you? Fill my head with weirdo opinions, convince me to hook up with someone from Broken Deeds, or smuggle me completely out of the biker scene? No. Your mother asked Lynn and Bee to help her intercept me and Dee because we were gonna make a run for it, and she somehow knew we would. They were waiting in front of the window when I was about to sneak out."

"No shit?" he grits, anger and frustration back in full force.

"Yep." I pop the P. "You should be thankful they were standing there."

"Why? Seems to me like you're dead set on leaving. So, what did they do to convince you to stay? Access to Kent?"

The anger and frustration are now seeping into my veins. "No, you idiot. That came later when we were bored and slightly buzzed from the tequila." Taking a step forward to completely close the distance between us, I add, "Your mother noticed you were fucking things up and thought it would be best to have an intervention where experienced presidents' old ladies, older or current, would give advice. Especially about their men screwing up and the patience, understanding, and backbone that's needed to be the president's old lady."

He rubs the back of his neck. "I know I didn't handle everything as well as I could have and should have done some things differently, but I didn't screw up."

"I said especially about men screwing up, didn't mean they point out flaws women have, or pitfalls when it comes to interacting and being in a relationship with a biker."

The corner of his mouth twitches. "Crash course becoming a president's old lady." He frowns. "Wait. How the hell did my mother know I was going to claim you today? I didn't tell anyone, not even Hayden. She wouldn't have time to get Aunt Lynn and Bee there in time after my announcement because my aunt and uncle flew in from Ryckerdan this morning."

"Blue mentioned something about the way you looked at me that day at the office when we met the first time. It's why she changed the contract." My gaze hits the floor. "You should really reevaluate your decision to claim me. Once this whole ordeal has been handled you might think differently about having an old lady."

He leans in, our faces mere inches apart as he stares down at me. "I won't be reevaluating shit. Definitely not when it involves claiming you as mine. My mother wasn't wrong about what she saw when I looked at you the day we met. The feelings you invoke inside me are different, unique even, and no other woman has managed to catch my attention the way you do. I'm not talking about getting a stiffy or the need to fuck. It's…more. There's also this fierce need to protect you. That's why we've been working non-stop for days to try and get ahead of this shit. I need you safe so we have time to ourselves to move forward together."

Remembering all the gossip I've heard around the clubhouse I ask, "What about the two-round fuck rule the two prez's are known for? I mean, those…what do you call them? Sweet-butts, yeah, those…they can't stop complaining."

"I was done fucking around before I met you. Hell, I even told Hayden early that morning that I didn't want easy pussy anymore. And before you get ideas inside your head that I saw you and settled? No, I was going to stop fucking for a while to get my head clear and focused. What I mentioned about what you invoke inside me is real. Shit between us is as fucking real as it gets and I mean it, Plucky."

"Plucky," I echo, letting his words wash over me.

The time I spent with Blue, Lynn, Bee, and my sister made me feel as if we have a place here. Hope and strength to stay settled in this town. When we arrived in this town and got the job at the gym, I really thought we had a chance to start fresh and leave everything behind us. Then we apparently got sucked back onto the havoc train which led me to this moment right here, facing Heath.

I take a deep breath and decide to go all in. Apart from the things Heath just told me, it's also the discussions I had with Blue, Lynn, and Bee. Even Dee mentioned she caught the look on Heath's face, the one Blue was talking about. We both agreed to stay put here and give Heath and Hayden a chance to clear things up, the way they promised they would.

That was before we went to question Kent and learned crucial details about how fucked we really are.

Heath's warm fingers slide up my neck to cup my nape. "What's going through your mind?"

Honesty is always the right way to go. "How fucked we are. Which reminds me, you owe me a load of details."

"We're not fucked. No one is ever really fucked unless you're dead, 'cause death is final, nothing else really ever is. It might seem that way when there's a noose sliding around your neck, tightening with every move you make…even then there's no reason to give up. Help can come in many forms and solutions sometimes hit at the right time. I don't believe in luck or coincidences for that matter. Yet, I'm not blind to opportunities and chances when they cross my path. We have a solid brotherhood with strong ties to other MCs. We will face those fuckers head-on and overcome whatever life throws at us."

I grab his leather cut and stare back into his intense blue eyes. "I sure hope you're right," I fiercely tell him, and rise on my tiptoes to press my mouth against his.

He groans when our tongues collide. A rush of bliss taints my veins and fills my body with heat. I rub my body against his to seek friction, wanting him inside me to get the pleasure I know he can give me.

I remember all too well how the passion fueled our desire the last time we connected on an intimate level. The days after the bliss faded and I started to question myself, but feeling my body craving his on a deeper level is a reminder of how well we fit together.

"I need you," he growls against my mouth and grips my ass to grind his hard cock against me.

"Yes," I agree wholeheartedly as I dig my nails into the skin of his neck.

I should have added "I need you too," though my practically humping his leg and sucking on his tongue kinda speaks for itself. The thought of what he mentioned when we had sex the first time enters my mind. The part where he shared a little fact about always wrapping up, even when he got a blow job.

Sliding my hands down, I push lightly at his chest until he ends our kiss and glances down at me with slight concern. With the limited space between our bodies, I start to tug at his belt and manage to unbuckle.

"I'll get my cock out, you lose your pants so I can fuck you against the wall," he rumbles and bats my hands away to unzip his pants.

Refusing to follow his order, I simply stand there and keep staring as he pulls his cock out of his pants and shoves the fabric down to his ankles. Licking my lips, I slowly sink down to my knees.

"Fuck," Heath rumbles and with unrushed movements he tugs at his cock. "What are you doing, Plucky?"

My fingers glide over his strong, muscled thighs. Leaning in, I nuzzle his groin and tilt my head back to ask, "What does it look like I'm doing?"

I let the tip of my tongue trail a wet path up his cock and flick the piercing. He's too focused on me to answer. He's breathing hard while standing frozen before me.

So, I take the liberty to answer for him. "I'm giving you a taste of what it feels like when your old lady is sucking your cock. Nothing between us," I remind him. "No rubber, no lies, no infidelity. Only truth, honesty, and growing strong together to make a foundation for the long run which will involve loyalty. Family. That's what you desire from your old lady, and what I expect from my old man."

Heath still has one hand wrapped around his cock when he gently cups my face with the other. "More than anything I desire you, my old lady. I want everything you just stated. No lies, nothing between us but honesty, friendship, and loyalty. We handle everything life throws our way together, no matter what our future entails. I've never claimed a woman for my own and I sure as fuck will be faithful. I grew up surrounded by members who had an old lady and never once cheated. Old ladies are respected, even the sweet-butts at the club know not to disrespect them or their old man." He slides his thumb over my bottom lip. "We solid, Plucky? 'Cause I'm practically dying to feel how my old lady's mouth feels when I sink my cock between those plump lips."

I smirk and flick the thick ring that goes through the head of his cock. "Yeah, we're solid."

He groans and his gaze practically heats to molten lava when I slowly suck his cock into my mouth. His fingers slide into my hair and he tightens his hand into a fist, keeping me in place while his cock is hitting the back of my throat.

Muttering a curse under his breath, he gives his head a tiny shake and mumbles, "Feelings are heightened to the max. Either it's the loss of the rubber or it's you making this damn magical. Suck harder…fuck, that's it."

He groans and slowly pulls out, keeping my head in place as he shoves right back in. His breathing deepens, his stare becoming intense as he starts to pick up speed, fucking my mouth to pleasure himself. I feel myself getting soaked between my legs, all thanks to his attention, the pleasure he takes from my body.

I might have initiated this, but he's taking pleasure while building a tingling feeling deep inside me. The need to come is overwhelming. Hell, if he continues to stare at me in awe and desire I'll have no other choice than to slide one of my hands between my legs and touch my clit. That's all it would take for me to explode, I'm sure of it.

His cock is suddenly gone from my mouth. I'm gulping for air when my pants are yanked off and then his hands are on my ass, hoisting me up and placing my back against the wall to fill me up in one stroke.

We both freeze. His head drops into the crook of my neck and I feel how he licks my skin, nipping it with his teeth before he slides his nose up my neck to breathe me in.

A hot breath caresses my ear when I hear him whisper the words, "Need my cum inside your tight pussy, not down your throat. I'm going to knock you up so we'll be tied together through life. That's gonna be our first goal in a shared future. Then I'll fuck your mouth hard enough to make you swallow my cum…after the footsteps of our children fill the house I'm going to renovate so it suits our family's needs."

My heart is racing and with his body covering mine, filling me up to the brim, giving me those words? It's overwhelming to say the least. Every relationship starts somewhere. First date, discussions, shared dinner, messages, spending the night, taking steps to move forward together.

In this moment I don't feel as if we're taking leaps, or don't do shit by anyone's book. This is our life. All too well I've seen how it can end without a second thought. It's why I want what he's offering. Even more after the talk with the other presidents' old ladies where they shared their knowledge.

"Heath," I croak and rake my nails up his back. "Less talking, more fucking. And be sure to give me a damn orgasm before you shoot your load inside me."

Chuckling, he pulls back and places his forehead against mine. "Yes, ma'am."

I would say something sassy back, but the air is ripped from my lungs when he pulls out and shoves right back in. The angle he fucks me against the wall hits some magical place inside me, special thanks to his piercing. He pistons in and out of me and all I can do is hold on for the ride.

My orgasm comes out of nowhere, making me see actual stars, even if I close my eyes. I know I scream his name between moans and grunts, digging my nails in to make sure I'm grounded with the here and now. He rides his bliss through mine and I can feel hot jets deep inside me as another orgasm hits me.

Shit. I thought our first time together was spectacular but it seems we collided in bliss to up the games. Kinda makes me wonder if this is the limit or if we can do better. Holy shit. Better? That would definitely kill us.

"I knew I made the right decision. Damn. Who needs anything else in life with an old lady like you?" He gives me a kiss that's both tender and sensual.

He's still inside me, growing soft. His body shifts and with it slides out, making wetness drip down my legs as he slowly puts me back on my feet.

"Shower?" I ask and glance down at myself.

A scream rips from me when I'm hoisted up into the air and over his shoulder.

Smacking my ass he rumbles, "We'll share one."

He kicks his boots off, then his pants and stalks toward the bathroom. We shed the rest of our clothes while the water heats up. Once we're in the shower we don't get clean. No. Hands roam and then we're filled with fire and desire yet again.

Damn. The feelings he invokes inside me, the craving to have him close and inside me doesn't seem to fade. Even if we just had sex, he's hard and ready to take me again. This time he bends me over and fills me up from behind.

One of his hands slides over my hip to the front and strokes my clit. Sensitive as I am it doesn't take long to be falling right back into bliss. Whenever there's nothing else, and it's just the two of us, it's a complete and perfect world. If only we could stay in the moment. Yet, I know reality will come crashing back sooner rather than later.

On the other hand, there's a balance in everything, right? Which means, if life with Heath is this good…then there will be bad shit happening at some point in life. Because let's be fair; life sucks and isn't endless because everyone dies. What happens before it ends, though? That's up to us to fill in the blanks.

And right now, experiencing these moments with Heath definitely makes me determined to fill in said blanks with sex. Lots and lots of sex. Fuck the world, and fuck the danger we face by living life and crossing paths with idiots. Heath groans my name and I take his head in my hands and seek his mouth with mine to give him a scorching kiss.

Bliss. It's a concept that puts a pin in everything that doesn't involve pleasure. I'm not going to question anything, not going to run; I'm Heath's old lady. Which in return not only gives me the title of old lady, it will give me the information and knowledge to stand beside him.