Chapter Five

Laurel

“I’m telling you, Laurel, you need to find me another seamstress. That woman is blind as a bat. She tried to tell me I am a size seven! I don’t have time to run all over hell’s half acre to find a new seamstress. You can add that to your list,” my mom bitched as I headed toward Sugar’s Creamery, adding, “I was barely a size seven when I was pregnant with Leigha!”

“Seven, my ass. You were the size of a blimp,” I muttered, pulling the door open, only to run smack dab into the one person I’d been trying to avoid.

Could my day get any worse?

“Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!” my mom screeched, drawling in her most sugary sweet Southern accent. “Are my eyes deceiving me or is that the scrumptious Nikoli standing before me? Come and give me some sugar, you handsome hunk-a-licious man.”

Groaning, I rolled my eyes. “Mom. Knock it off.”

Gasping, my mom feigned in her best Southern belle way, “Why, Laural Shay McDonald, is that any way to treat a former beau of yours? Where is your congenial hospitality?”

“It fled when he left me high and dry after I gave him my virginity.”

“Oh pish.” My mom smiled, sliding closer to Nikoli, Henry, Banks, or whatever name he was using today. “Boys will be boys, darling. You know that. I’m sure he’s really sorry and has decided to be the perfect gentleman, and now he’s here to apologize to you. Isn’t that right, Nikoli?”

The fucker actually smiled.

Narrowing my eyes, I watched him pat my mother’s hand and smile that devilish smile of his that once got me out of my panties faster than a cat on a hot tin roof.

“Why yes, LeeAnne. I am,” the fucker drawled in his fake as fuck Southern accent if I ever heard one. “I’ve never forgotten your lovely daughter. How could I? She is almost as pretty as you. My, you are prettier than ever, LeeAnne. Still more beautiful than a field of summer blossoms on a spring morning.”

“And you’re still full of shit,” I muttered under my breath as I walked over to the counter where Sugar looked on in shock.

Ignoring both of them, I sighed. “By any chance do you have any whiskey flavored ice-cream?”

Slowly shaking her head, Sugar watched on in rapt attention when the front door opened again and in walked Bailey, the town’s only tattoo artist.

I met Bailey, or Venom as she was sometimes called, shortly after the boys and I moved to Rosewood. In an act of rebellion or self-preservation, I still hadn’t figured out which yet, I got my first tattoo. Which turned into four, with number five currently scheduled in a few weeks. Right after my mother was married and off on her honeymoon.

“Hey, Laurel,” Bailey greeted happily as I narrowed my eyes, glaring at the fucker shmoozing my mother like a true Southern rattlesnake. “How’s the store coming along?”

“Bails,” Sugar whispered, waving her hand at the woman. “Shush. I can’t hear. It’s like watching a scene right out of Gone With the Wind. ”

“What is?”

“I couldn’t explain it even if I tried,” Sugar said, leaning her head in her hands while she leaned forward on her counter, watching Nikoli with my mother.

“Sugar’s talking about Nikoli and my mom.”

“Who’s Nikoli?”

Pointing at the fucknut next to my mom, I said, “That’s Nikoli.”

“No, that’s Henry Owens or Banks, as everyone calls him. He’s a brother in the Sons of Hell Motorcycle Club.”

“His name is mud. He’s also a lying, two-timing asshole, and when he’s done boosting my mother’s already enormous ego, I’m going to castrate the fucker,” I grumbled, crossing my arms.

Hopping up on the counter, Bailey grinned. “I knew today was going to be a great day. School started and now I get to watch someone kick Banks’ ass. Could my day get any better? So, what’s the 4-1-1 with you and Banks?”

Taking a deep breath, I muttered, “Short story. We knew each other when we were younger. Gave him my virginity and the asshole took off. Eight weeks later, I find he left me a parting gift.”

“Hold up. You mean to tell me Banks,” Bailey snapped, pointing across the small shop to the grinning idiot, “that moron is Nash’s dad?”

Huffing, I nodded. “The one and fucking only.”

Bailey threw her head back and laughed loudly. “Oh God. This day is priceless. Wait till King finds out.”

“Well, that explains the familiarity with your mother,” Sugar said.

“My mother is a sucker for handsome men,” I muttered. “She collects them like dildos. Only brings them out when she needs to make herself feel good.”

“Laurel Shay,” my mother said, walking over with Nikoli. “I’ve invited Banks over for dinner tonight. Did you know he’s a brother in the Sons of Hell Motorcycle Club? I find it all fascinating. He’s promised to tell me all about it later tonight. So you will need to cancel your plans and help me entertain your beau.”

Standing up straighter, I seethed, “He’s not my fucking beau and I am not canceling my plans for the night. You invited him. You entertain him.”

Before my mother could utter another word, I walked around the counter and out Sugar’s back door. I couldn’t be around either of them anymore. I needed a fucking break.

What the hell was he up to anyway?

He fucking knew I didn’t get along with my mother.

Unlocking the back door to my store, I had just stepped inside when someone grabbed me from behind, shoving me up against the back wall.

“You left me with her,” he growled, his nose close to my ear as he slowly licked up the side of my neck.

“You fucking left me to raise your son by myself,” I snarked back.

“We will talk about the brat later. Right now, I’m going to reacquaint myself with his mother.”

I gasped, my heart pounding as I struggled to push aside the intense sensations he was causing. It took me sixteen damn years to finally move on from him, but in a single day he’d completely shattered all my progress.

Gasping for breath, he tightly gripped my waist and effortlessly lifted me up, causing my legs instinctively to wrap around him.

He firmly pressed my back against the cool brick wall as he planted a series of passionate kisses, alternating between gentle nips and lingering sucks, tracing a tantalizing path from my jaw down to my neck. I clawed and dug my nails into his back, desperately trying to tear his shirt from his body.

It had been an incredibly long time since I’d been with anyone, and in that particular moment, I didn’t give a damn if he was responsible for most of my troubles. All I knew was that he possessed a magical touch that awakened every nerve in my body and now, with age on his side, I hoped he had overcome his initial hesitations and become a master of pleasure.

Dear God, please tell me he got better at fucking.

“Fuck, babe. I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Write it on a postcard later. Fuck me now.” I growled, as I slammed my mouth back against his, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.

Fuck me, I was going to cum before he could even get inside me.

His eyes widened when I swiftly yanked off my shirt. His gaze met mine, filled with desire, while he tore off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest. I couldn’t help but notice his intense focus on my voluptuous breasts, hugged tightly by a black lace push-up bra.

Fuck me. He was covered in tattoos.

My mouth watered while I imagined tracing my tongue along his sculpted muscles, unable to contain my excitement.

He lifted me up higher, I felt a sharp bite through the lace on my nipple, causing me to cry out in pleasure. With one hand, he reached between us and discovered my soaking wet arousal.

I gasped when he ripped my thong from my body. Snaking a finger between my wet lips, he sank it deep into my hot cunt.

“Yes!” I screamed. My eyes closed tight as I rocked against his hand and he slipped another finger deep into me.

“Give me your tits, baby. I’m hungry.”

Doing exactly as he instructed, I unclasped my bra, shivering as his lips found my taut nipple, drawing it into his mouth with a fervent suction. With his thumb skillfully caressing my clit, I found a rhythm as I pleasured myself on his fingers. Yet, the instant he nipped at my nipple, an intense surge of pleasure coursed through me, resulting in a powerful orgasm that left me gasping and his hand soaked.

Oh fuck yes!

He got way fucking better.

Praise be to God!

Not wasting another minute, he quickly undid his pants, pulled out his cock, lined it up and slammed home, deep into my pussy. With each movement, my pussy hungrily enveloped his cock, sucking it deeper while I rode out the waves of pleasure. My nails raked his back so deep I knew he would wear the scars for weeks.

I held on tightly while he thrust vigorously, his tongue finding its way back into my mouth, adding an extra layer of intensity to our encounter. The sensation was overwhelming as I clung to him, my body reacting intensely, my senses ablaze and the pleasure building rapidly as I approached another mind-blowing orgasm. When it hit, he thrust vigorously into me and roared out his own release, pumping his seed deep into my womb.

He leaned his head on my shoulder, gasping for air as his dick spasmed and shot stream after stream into me. My pussy quivered and tightened on his dick, sucking the very last drop of cum from him.