Chapter 10

“Well, I’m going to be processing that for some time to come,” Savage grumbles to one of his men as we head back into the common room. Dayz is going to brief everyone on what she found after she cleans up a bit.

I feel a little weird not having Gus by my side. Every time we’ve come to the clubhouse, he’s always with me, by my side, holding my hand, claiming me in front of the brothers. This time, I’m on my own as he helps his brothers clean up after Dayz. Although I have to admit she is one tidy torturer.

I take a seat up at the bar and order a cosmopolitan from the prospect, turning back into the room as Pops slams his machete down on the bar and joins me.

“Something hinky is going on, girl,” I take a sip, letting the sweet concoction sit in my mouth for a moment before swallowing it down. Nodding, I place my drink on the bar top and turn to look at Pops.

“You can feel it too?”

He bobs his head and gruffly orders a beer. “Yeah. Something isn’t right, but I don’t know what. Although not to worry, we’ll figure it out.” He takes a pull of his beer and Dayz walks through the door with her brothers flanking her.

I take a peek at Pops and then back at the Tombs’. They really are a beautiful family. Deep tanned skin, dark brown, almost black hair. Gus’s peppered with gray at the temples making him look sexy as hell. That along with his slightly crooked nose? He’s a woman’s walking wet dream.

“Goddamn, I passed on some good genes, huh?” he nudges me with his elbow, waggling his eyebrows.

“Shit, Pops, don’t say shit like that. The last thing I want is to be married to a girl version of you!” Rhodie yells out with a twinkle in his eye. I’m sure these two like winding each other up just so they can fight.

“Marry someone else, then! My baby girl is too good for your sorry ass, anyway.” He turns his back to Rhodie, and a smirk pulls up the side of his leathery cheek.

“Pops, if Rhodie married someone else, I would be so heartbroken I’d go mad with grief and remove his balls. Then I’d be arrested and rot in jail.”

“Hate to break it to you, Chewy, but you’ve done way worse than take a man’s balls and you’re still here, free as a bird,” Rider says, smiling down at her.

“Good point” She shrugs and walks over to Rhodie, plopping herself down in his lap.

“This place is seriously messed up,” One of the Death Riders says under his breath, and I watch Dex nod in agreement.

There’s something about this guy that I really can’t quite figure out. Nothing bad, I’m not getting bad vibes outta him, he just seems really familiar and yet not. I mean, I had met him before in our previous dealing, and back then I had felt the same thing. He looks like someone I know but doesn’t at the same time. I can’t explain it.

“Still trying to figure it out?” Gus asks as he drops a kiss on my head and leans against the bar.

“Yeah, it’s annoying. Like, he just really reminds me of someone and I can’t quite put my finger on who. It’ll come to me.”

Clapping draws my attention as Dayz yells out, “Gather around men. Let me tell ye a story.”

“Just get to the point, Chewy, yeah?” Marx barks out and I watch as she rolls her eyes at a man twice her size, completely unfazed.

“Fine. Dude in there was recruited for a new MC. They’re currently nomad, but judging by the routes they’ve been taking, I would presume they follow your runs, Savage.”

“Fuck. They’ve been watching us.”

“Yup,” she says, popping the ‘p’. “They also know the ins and outs of your MC. What businesses you now own, who works them, who lives at the compound full time,”

“Mother fucker!” Dex stands and walks behind his chair and I brace myself for him to throw it. However, he just grips the back, his knuckles turning white as he stares down at them.

“It’s my job to keep the MC safe. How the fuck am I meant to do that if I don’t know who our enemy is?”

“How many patched brothers are there?” Dayz asks the room.

“12. We were 25 strong, but some of Hammer’s loyal brothers left not long after him,”

I watch as Dayz squishes her bottom lip between her fingers. I know this is the stim she uses when she’s thinking.

“And five of you went on the run today. I’m guessing they’re the ones you feel safest with?” Savage nods at her. Her brow crinkles and she taps her fingers, one at a time, against each other. “Wait, earlier you said ‘when Hammer was put out’ not ‘put down’. You let him walk?”

Savage frowns as he regards her question. “Look, Hammer was a good Pres, just got reckless near the end. Was making mistakes and the rest of the brothers were paying for them. The first move we voted on was to strip him of his colors and let him walk. We were trying to go legit, and I didn’t think we could do that with Hammer’s death hanging over us.”

Dayz stares at him as she says, “Hmm. Might come to regret that, big man.”

“Wait, do you think Hammer has something to do with this?”

Dayz bobs her head from side to side. “It makes sense in my brain. You said yourself he was leading the MC down the wrong path. Instead of following, you lot overthrew him as Pres. I would imagine that would piss a man like Hammer off. You let him live? He’s definitely going to be plotting your downfall.” I watch as Rhodie drops a kiss to Dayz’s neck.

That relationship shouldn’t really work and yet it totally does. I mean, in no world would you imagine a hardass Enforcer acting like the big softy and making sure his girlfriend is not only well looked after but also at ease in social situations. I’ve seen Rhodie talk Tuesday through interactions, what certain expressions mean, and I’ve seen her thrive through all of that. I really want that type of relationship and I feel like that’s something I can have with Gus if I was open and ready for it.

I can feel the full length of his body pressed against my side, his hand resting on my hip like it was always meant to. I frown down at his knuckles, ripped to shreds. Picking up his hand from my hip, I bring it to my lips and gently kiss the grazed skin, before placing his hand back where it belongs. I glance up at him and I see the heat in his eyes. The hunger, the need. Heat pools between my legs and I really need us to get the hell outta here. I’ve heard enough of the drama. I know it sounds harsh, but this seems like a Death Rider problem.

“Right, we’ll keep Flack here with Remy for a bit, you head on back to your MC and make sure everything is all good,” Marx says to Savage, the other man’s shoulders sagging in relief.

“Thanks, Marx. We’ll get outta your hair. Let us know when Flack is good to ride and we’ll be back to pick him up.”

Marx gives a grunt that I’m guessing Savage took as his agreement

“Chewy, it was nice seeing you again. Even if it was slightly terrifying,” Savage says as he waves to Dayz on Rhodie’s knee.

“Yo, you gave us quite a few techniques we can use,” Dex follows up.

“Hey man, no worries. You need anything, give me a ca-” The rest of her sentence is muffled by Rhodie clapping his hand over her mouth.

“You’re mine. Those fuckers can find their own women,” Rhodie growls out and I chuckle as I watch her try to get his giant hand off her face.

“You ready to head out for some dinner, wife?” A shiver goes through my body as Gus’s deep voice washes over me. Spinning to look at him, I realize I don’t think I have it in me to go out tonight. It’s been a hell of a day so far.

“Can we just get takeout and go home?”

A smile spreads across his face. “Fuck yeah, that sounds perfect, baby. Let’s go.”

As usual, he laces his fingers through mine and we wave goodbye to our friends and family, heading out to the car. Gus helps me in, buckles me up, and then pulls himself in.

“Ok babe, what are we in the mood for?” I tap my chin in thought.

“I have Dragon Palace on speed dial. Lemme call in an order and we can swing by and pick it up on our way home.” Gus’s large hand drops to my thigh and he gently squeezes.

“That sounds fucking perfect. Can you get me a kung pow chicken and some crab rangoons?”

“On it.” I make the order and within 10 minutes we’ve picked it up and are on the way home.

“Babe, do you think our jobs have made us way too fucking paranoid?”

I let out a little snort before turning to look at him. “You think? Shit, we thought we had a car bomb on our hands and it was a jar of Kimchi.”

We look at each other and crack up, giggling on and off as we wind through the streets. I watch as the town I’ve come to call home rushes past my window. Pulling into the drive, I take off my seatbelt and go to gather the food, turning when the sound of my car door opens.

“I’ll take that thank you very much, my lady,” Gus says with a terrible English accent, collecting the food bags in one hand. I shake my head as I slide down out of his SUV, lamenting that my car is out of action until it’s been cleaned up.

“I can’t believe we got all worked up over a stupid remote lock,” I snort out as Gus chuckles. “I mean, could it be that the dude watching us is just a coincidence and the rest of this stuff is all random?” Gus unlocks the door, entering our house and dropping the food on the counter before looking at me.

“I don’t know, babe. It seems too frequent to be a coincidence. We’ve both done some crazy shit for work and shut down some pretty bad guys.” I nod my head in agreement because he’s not wrong. I mean, I know that what I do isn’t fully legal, but the people I work with are friends, and they’re not the worst people I’ve come into contact with in my life.

“I agree. Maybe we should stay alert, but not so alert that we freak each other out.”

“Deal. Now go get into some comfy clothes and I’ll plate up”

Smiling big, I rush to my room to get out of this stupid pencil skirt and blouse. Do they make me look hot? Fuck yes. Are they comfortable? Fuck no. I decide if I’m going comfy I’ll go all the way comfy. So I take off my bra, letting my big boobs drop down an inch or so, and I take off my Spanx underpants. Pulling on my oversized New Zealand Warriors rugby league tee and some soft shorts, I throw my hair up in a messy bun and head back to the kitchen.

I watch as Gus’s eyes travel down my body, feeling like a caress.

He smirks at me, “Ok, I’m gonna go get into my comfy clothes, too. Be back in a moment.”

A giggle slips out, hearing Gus say comfy. He’s usually so wound up that I find him goddamn cute when he relaxes. I pick up a shrimp and go to put it in my mouth, coming to a dead stop when I see him walk through the door in a soft, almost threadbare t-shirt that pulls tight across his pecs, and low-slung gray sweat pants that really highlight how long and thick his cock is. I’ve seen him dressed like this before, but in this lighting and my libido, the way it is? Well, all I can say is there goes my appetite for food.

Gus stands in the doorway, the overhead lighting beaming down on him, making him look like an angel. If that angel was fucking hot and straight from Pornhub. Even my pussy is singing hallelujah at the sight of him. I let my eyes travel from the top of his head down to his toes. Shit, he even has attractive feet. My eyes begin their journey back up his body, stopping at the bulge that’s thickening in his sweats. Taking a deep breath, I realize it’s either now or never. We’re married. We are both consenting adults and we are attracted to each other. Could this be dangerous and break my heart in the long run? Yes. But could this also become something else, something… more?

Locking eyes with Gus, I decide to trust in him, take a leap of faith, and see if he’ll catch me. I put my chopsticks down on the counter. I stand from my stool and take measured steps toward him. I watch as his eyes drop to my tits, jiggling free in my soft tee before I come toe to toe with him. I reach up, placing my hand behind his head, bringing him closer to my level before slamming my lips to his.

I let Ana lead the kiss, her gentle lips working against mine, her soft tongue exploring my mouth, but it’s not enough. Cradling her face in my hand, I angle her head slightly to deepen the kiss. I want to devour this woman. I want everything she has to give me and more. My hands stroke down her back to her plump ass that I can’t get enough of. Gripping her cheeks in my hands, I massage the soft globes, drawing her to me so I can rub my hard cock against her soft stomach. Despite that, it’s not enough. I need her. I need her on my tongue and on my cock. Gripping her ass tight, I hoist her up, breaking the kiss. She squeals and wriggles on my hard length.

“Shit, Gus, put me down! I’m too heavy!”

“You’re fucking perfect. Now give me that mouth.” She squirms a little more then holds on for dear life, as if I’d ever drop her. She’ll fucking learn.

I carry her into my room and drop her on the bed, her messy bun coming undone, her hair spilling across my duvet cover. Fuck, she’s a goddess. My eyes eat up the sight of her on my bed, her legs splayed out, and that’s when I get a look up her short baggy shorts at her glistening pussy.

“Fuck baby, are you wearing panties?” She smiles coyly up at me, bending her knees, putting both feet on the bed, and opening and closing her legs slowly.

“Maybe, maybe not” She lets out a yelp when I grab her by the ankle and pull her to the edge of the bed, then I rip her tiny shorts from her, down her thick thighs, letting out a groan when the smell of her pussy hits me.

“Fuuuuuck baby, you smell so good.” I lean in and rub my nose against the landing strip of black curls. Her pussy glistens in the low lighting, and I don’t know whether to dive right in or start at those amazing tits of hers.

“Gus,” she groans low, her hips moving gently on the bed. My little wife is hurting for me, and I’m not one to deny her anything.

Licking two fingers, I run them down the seam of her plump pussy lips, before spreading them open for me, revealing her swollen clit that is begging for attention from my tongue. But she’s going to have to wait. Instead, I blow softly on the bud and then gently suck one pussy lip into my mouth, then the other.

“Holy shit, Gus please,” she whispers out. I drop a kiss to her mound before raising my head.

“You’re going to have to wait, sweet wife. This is punishment for coming to dinner in those little shorts with no panties on. How am I meant to concentrate on my dinner, knowing your pretty little cunt is right there, teasing me?” I gently stroke my two fingers down either side of her pussy, then give her a little slap. She’s so fucking wet that when I pull my hand back to slap her again, I see the fine thread of her juices on my fingers. I slap her once more, a whimper coming from her lips.

I’m so fucking hard and leaking that when I look down, I see a dark spot growing on my gray sweats. I pull them down my legs, releasing my angry-looking cock. I fist him a couple of times to help relieve him, but I know that there will be no relief until I’m buried deep in the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.

“Gusssss” Ana whimpers out. It almost sounds painful and at this point, I’m torturing both of us.

I place my hands on her knees, pressing, letting her know I want her spread, so she’s open fully for me. Gazing up her body, she has her top pulled up, her hands squeezing those magnificent tits, tugging at the dark pink nipples. She’s fucking stunning.

I stare at her pussy, wide open, waiting for my tongue, my fingers, my cock; and I’m done holding back. I bury my face into her sweet cunt and feast on her like a starving man, holding her open so I don’t miss a drop of her sweet honey. I look up the length of her body, her soft belly sucking in and out as her breaths come faster and faster. She’s so fucking responsive and I have a feeling she’s going to explode a lot quicker than I would have imagined.

Her hips undulate on my face, rubbing faster and faster as my lips and tongue work her pussy. She could suffocate me with this cunt and I would die a happy man. Latching onto her swollen bud, I suck gently as I run a finger up and down between her pussy lips before gently easing inside of her tight little hole. She lets out a low moan, then works herself even more as I pump my digit in and out of her greedy hole. I can feel her muscles ripple around my thick finger so I nibble lightly on her clit before batting it with my tongue, my finger finding that rough patch of skin inside her and gently massaging.

My little wife doesn’t scream her orgasm. Instead, she comes on a long, guttural groan, her head thrown back as her release coats my hand, dripping down onto the covers, leaving a wet patch that I want to beat my chest about. I did that. I made my gorgeous little wife come all over my face and I want to do it every day for the rest of our lives.

I release my suction on her, and slowly pump my finger, wanting to bring her down gently as she clamps her legs together, little tremors running through her body, her whimpers and her breaths slowing.

“Holy fuck Gus, that was, fuck.” I stand from my kneeling position at the side of the bed and go to lie with her, but my wife has other ideas. She stops me leaning over her with her foot on my chest, pushing me back gently.

“My turn now,” she smirks up at me as she eases herself off the bed and onto her knees in front of me.

“Babe, you don’t have to. We can just relax for a moment.”

She shakes her head back and forth, pushing my t-shirt up my abs. I take the hint and pull it off, throwing it somewhere, anywhere, in the room behind me.

I gaze down at her and my chest gets tight. Her large green eyes stare up at me, still slightly unfocused from her orgasm. Her cheeks are flushed and her big tits are heaving. She’s fucking gorgeous, and she is mine.

She runs her tiny hands up and down my thighs, moving them closer and closer to my cock that is leaking like a faucet. I cup her face in my hands, then slide them back into her hair, gathering it up in my fist so I can get an unobstructed view of her. The little minx smirks up at me before leaning forward, her wet pink tongue pushing through her plump lips, but instead of making contact with my aching cock, she drops her face down to lick and suckle my balls.

“Ana, fuck,” I growl down at her. She pulls back slightly, peeking up at me once more before leaning forward and licking from the base of my cock to my tip, wiggling her tongue on the head before she grips my cock, her hand pumping me twice, swirling her tongue around my knob, licking up all the pre-cum leaking out. She moans at the taste, pulling back to lick her lips before diving on my cock, taking me right to the back of her throat. The movement so sudden I let out a yelp that turns into a groan that comes directly from my chest.

I make shallow pumps with my hips as I slide in and out of her mouth, and I’m trying really fucking hard not to come. This woman is worshiping my dick, saliva dripping out around her lips, using it as lubrication as she runs her hand up and down the part of my shaft that isn’t nestled in the back of her throat. I can feel the tingle in my spine and I use her fisted hair to pull her off of me. I am not coming in my wife’s throat. Not tonight.