Chapter Nineteen

Bethany

Six days after arriving at Coyote's home, me and Nessa were starting to get into a routine. I was close enough to Patterdale that I could still work at the store, Reggie was recuperating at home. As I thought, he and Thomas had moved into the pool house. Reggie had been reluctant, but I told him that it was for the best and that I'd be fine. Thankfully, whatever animosity Thomas had against me had gone after the police told them that they thought it was a serial arsonist and not related to a grudge. There had been no signs of Rufus either, so I think the shakedown by Coyote and Breaker had ensured I had seen the last of him.

All in all, life was looking good. As things calmed down, I was more determined than ever to tell Coyote about Nessa. While I wasn't a hundred percent certain, seeing him together with my little girl made me sure that he must be her dad. They were like two peas in a pod sometimes. But I still had my doubts about how he might react. Hearing Coyote talk about how beautiful and morally upstanding I was, the other night, affected me in ways I couldn't begin to understand. I needed a man to see that all the horrible things that have happened to me weren't because I went looking for sex in all the wrong places.

My self-esteem had taken a hit each time some asshole rolled up on me wanting to exploit me whether I was willing or not. The first time was years ago when I was attacked by a man the Slayers were tracking. A police cruiser pulled up in time and saved me. The second time was with Cyclops who not only wouldn't take no for answer but shattered my trust in men. I had been in a real tailspin after that, blaming myself and trying to hide from anyone who could tell something was up. I thought I'd moved past that, but then I found that Rufus was apparently trying to leverage me into sex to win a damn bet.

Amongst those examples of how bad men could be, was Coyote. He was a shining example of how a truly decent man could heal all wounds and make a woman believe in the kindness of human beings again. I was attracted to his wholesomeness. This man had the ability to lift a woman up, and he did it so effortlessly that it was apparent respecting women was a deeply engrained part of his personality. Coyote was truly a biker with a heart of gold. And if I played my cards right, he might even end up being mine for keeps. However, I was not the morally upstanding woman he thought I was. I had to tell him about Nessa, I wasn't sure if Callie suspected something, because she kept asking questions about developmental milestones and birthdays. I hadn't lied about Nessa's age, just skirted around the actual details. She was two, I wasn't lying about that. However, she was two months shy of her third birthday, and it wouldn't take a genius to work out that I'd taken off three years and seven months ago…

Trying to block those thoughts out, at least for the time being I turned to Coyote. I'd fallen into bed exhausted after a long day of running after Nessa. Because I'd been pulling endless shifts at the store while Reggie was off sick, he'd hired another salesperson to man the store, giving me some much-needed time off. So, I had three whole days off, today we'd called into the auto repair shop and then Coyote, Nessa, and I had driven to Morriston. Coyote had to oversee an order of car parts, I was pretty sure it could have all been done over the internet or phone, but because Morriston had one of the best state fairs in California he thought we could make a day of it. Then tomorrow there was the cookout at the Dark Slayer's clubhouse.

My tiredness evaporated after a few moments of his deep kisses, and I fell into the familiar pattern of allowing him to lead after the first kiss. Coyote had always been more assertive in bed, but he had always insisted upon seeing to my pleasure first. He was a man who gave good solid orgasms every single time, so I could hardy complain about his technique. I loved the way he touched me, and it was amazing to recapture the magic with him.

Tonight, he was laid on his back and I got excited thinking it was time to finally wrap my lips around his cock, I should have known better than that.

He gestured for me to come up, "I want you on my face tonight."

Scrambling into place, I felt his big hands come out to grasp my ass and he pulled me down until he could reach my clit with that devilish tongue of his. Coyote remembered just the way I like to be licked. I wasn't too surprised when he slipped the tip of his finger in the tight rosette that is supposed to be taboo. He's always been a bit on the naughty side, and it was fun to experiment together.

I gasped and squirmed as his talented tongue swirled over my clit, I was sitting facing his feet, so I had the perfect view of his cock. It was rock hard, and the veins were standing out. Each time I moaned I could see it twitch and a pearly drop of precum oozed out. Not being able to resist the temptation I arched my back and leaned forward so my tongue tip swiftly licked it away. It was quite difficult given the angle, but as his cock is generously sized, I managed to hit bull's eye.

"Fuck, babe," he gasped, taking his mouth off my pussy momentarily. I took advantage and leaned forward some more so I could wrap my lips around the head of his cock. As I swirled my tongue, I was rewarded with more precum and deep moans. Taking that as my cue I shifted off his face and scooted down the bed, kneeling beside him as I eyed his erection.

"You don't have to do that, querida."

I literally didn't know where this was coming from, so I responded playfully, "Do I look like I'm doing this under sufferance? You're not wanting to deprive me of my treat, are you?"

His eyes lit up with something approximating dark glee. "Never let it be said that I would deprive you of anything."

I maintained eye contact and brought the head of his cock to my mouth. I started by licking a gigantic circle around the tip and then tracing the bulging veins down to the base and back up again.

His expression changed to one of naked need. Yeah, he loved getting sucked off by me and I loved everything about concentrating solely on his pleasure this way.

I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock and sucked as I looked into his eyes. I could see his expression shift to one of awe. Now, I know this wasn't the first blow job I'd ever given this man, but it had been so long I'd almost forgotten how it felt to have my mouth stretched wide around his shaft.

He must have been thinking the same thing because he murmured, "I forgot how good it feels to have your lips around me, what are you doing to me, querida."

I popped my mouth off him and responded honestly, "I love giving you pleasure. I even like the way you taste. Don't ever think that I'm sucking you off just to keep you happy with me. I do it because I enjoy it."

A tiny smile curved up the corners of his mouth and he gestured to his raging hard on. "My cock is all yours. Show me how much you enjoy having my thick cock in your pretty mouth."

I had a lot to say about that last statement, but I decided that showing is better than meaningless talk. I sucked him deep and hard. His hand came out to gently lift my hair and he moved it out of my face. Whether it was to enhance his view of me sucking him off or because he thought it was annoying me, I could only guess.

Coyote was getting excited fast. Just when his cock tensed up and I thought he was going to come in my mouth, he pulled me off. "That is so fucking good, but I want to be inside you when I come."

He'd always been sweet about making love instead of just having sex. I crawled up his body and sat on his stomach with one leg on either side of his big body. "So how do you want me tonight," I asked shamelessly.

A naughty expression jumped onto his face. "Reverse cowgirl. No backdoor action. You up for that one?"

"I love that position because you can use your hands." I told him.

"I know. It's one reason why it's one of my favorites. I also have a surprise for you."

"I love all your surprises," I responded enthusiastically.

I turned around on all fours and waited for him to get into a comfortable position. Then he helped me ease back onto his cock. We went slowly and before long I was so full of him that my body was trembling.

He gave me a minute to get used to being stuffed with his thick cock. I did my best to relax.

I could feel Coyote reach for his bedside table and open the drawer. If he was going for a condom, it was too late, I thought to myself. I heard something click and started to glance over my shoulder.

"No peeping, querida," he said sternly.

God, I liked it when he took charge.

Before I knew it, his hand slid around my side and between my legs. He had something in his hand that he was pressing against my clit, and I was about too surprised to even think what it could be. Then the damn thing started vibrating.

"Is that my vibrator?" I'd kept my trusty vibrator in my nightstand, in the lonely years since I left him it had been my sole source of orgasms. I hadn't thought I'd be using it again.

"I found it when I was unpacking your stuff, you don't mind do you?"

I absolutely did not mind, I gasped, "That feels so good."

"I decided that my woman deserves all the pleasure that I can give her."

My woman. I loved hearing him say those words. I wiggled to get comfortable, and Coyote sucked in a sharp breath. "Fuck, that feels good vibrating against my cock."

I let out a breathless laugh. "So, you had ulterior motives?"

He lifted me up and slid me back down his cock, shifting position slightly to ensure he hit my g-spot. "Maybe, always been curious about these things, I know some men get jealous of toys."

I fell back against his chest, as pure unadulterated pleasure coursed through my body. "You cock will always be enough for me, babe. You know that, right?"

"Fuck," he gasped as my pussy started spasming around him. It's like the vibrator had fast-forwarded my orgasm.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" I moaned.

I moved up and down his cock on trembling knees. With his help we set a steady pace. It seemed as though the device in his hand was not only stimulating my clit, but it was causing his cock to vibrate against my g-spot. I have never come as fast or as hard as I did tonight. I couldn't help it, I just kept coming all over his cock over and over again.

Finally, when I was becoming overly sensitive, he tossed the vibrator aside and made one final thrust. When he was deep inside, he allowed himself to come, flooding me with copious amounts of his seed. Something about the thought of him coming inside me gave me deep satisfaction.

I just sat there on his still twitching cock with his strong arms wrapped around me trying to catch my breath. My heart was beating wildly in my chest. I realized that I was exactly where I was meant to be. This man was home and hearth and everything I ever wanted in a partner. I was no longer afraid of all the bad things in his world because I now saw that there were bad things in my world as well, things only he could protect me from.

His mouth landed on the side of my neck. He kissed, nipped at my skin, and licked away the sting. Everything about Coyote was excessive, even the pleasure he dealt. Sharing the afterglow with him might not be the best part of sex but it's what made it memorable and extra special.

"That was amazing, babe," I told him. "The best surprise ever."

"I'm glad you liked it," he murmured back, clearly pleased with himself.

"I guess we'll be doing that a lot, right?"

"Nope. If we did, what would be left to distinguish the holidays." I could tell by the note of amusement in his voice that he was joking. It made me smile. God, everything with this man was so endearing. After reconnecting, I couldn't imagine being separated from him again.

Eventually, he lowered us onto our sides and curled protectively around me with his cock still inside me.

I don't think I have ever been happier than I was in this moment. A feeling of deep peace and contentment settled over me. I trusted Coyote and his club to protect me and my daughter, come what may. These men had exposed and dismantled a cult, driven away the mafia and held a rival outlaw biker club at bay. Surely, nothing going on with me would rival the conquests they've already made.

I drifted off to sleep feeling like I had finally come home and been embraced fully by my long-lost love. Now, if I could just find a way to tell him that he might be Nessa's father without spoiling the bond we'd created, I might have a chance of hanging onto the life we were building together. Nessa needed a father, and I needed the man I loved. I would have to find a way to keep this new dream alive.