9. Jonah

9

JONAH

My balls slap against her pussy as she groans beneath me. I’m being rough with her because she wants it like this. I warned her; telling her that she wasn’t ready for me and I wasn’t kidding. I want her feeling this tomorrow. I want to fuck any thoughts of that NFL dude out of her mind. He’s not gonna do what I can do for her. Nobody can. She’s my angel.

Her pussy is so tight. It grips me like a vice as I plunge in and out of her sweet cunt. Jesus, could she get any more perfect? Seeing her cum stained tits makes me want to shoot my load, and I’m close again. Knowing she initiated it and we’re doing this with all of the members just a few feet away in the next room, it makes me want to blow my load and bellow her name so they all know what we’re up to in here. Not that Jas will appreciate it, but I’ll find a rag to clean up.

My chest hovering over her, I kiss her spine, enjoying the sight of goosebumps rising on her skin. “Touch your clit,” I whisper. “Touch that little bud for me and scream my name like the little sweet butt slut you are.”

“Oh, yes,” she cries when I see her hand move. She’s just as dirty as I am.

“What are you, Lacey?”

“I’m Daddy’s dirty sweet butt slut.”

Well, fuck me sideways. I grin, gripping her around the throat. “Do you like it rough like this?”

“Yes.”

“Did you expect me to fuck you slow and soft?”

She shakes her head. “Fuck me, Jonah. Fuck me harder.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head when I grab her hips and relentlessly thrust in and out. We’re both panting. Our loud slaps of passion can’t be mistaken for anything else, and I’m holding on until her hot pussy squeezes my cock and she vibrates her climax around me. I can finally let go. I still, my cum streaming out into the condom as I hold the base of her neck, squeezing her hip with my other hand, and release for the second time.

We’re both a sweaty, panting mess. I pull out, stepping back as she tries to catch her breath.

Seeing her like this; her legs spread, her dress half hanging off, her pussy leaking with her release. I want to flip her over and have my way with her again, bare this time so I can see my cum spilling out of her. But I know we’ve gotta be getting back before we get caught. Riot is right out there, as well as a dozen other bikers who will take my head clean off my shoulders if Riot says so.

I discard the condom, folding it into a couple of tissues and tossing it in the garbage can. I pull up my briefs and jeans, fixing my belt as I look around for something to clean up with. Jas is a neat freak, so I find wet wipes in her top drawer. I glance at Lace, she’s still unmoving.

“Babe? You okay?”

Her eyes meet mine. “That was…” I wait, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. Did I hurt her? “So good.”

A slow grin spreads across my face. I lean toward her, pecking her on the lips. “While I’m more than ecstatic to hear that, angel lips , you need to move off the desk.”

I hold out my hand, and she takes it. I’m not at all sorry for what I did to her, or her disheveled state. Pulling her into my arms I whisper, “Worth waitin’ for?”

She nods, her shyness surprising me. “Yes.”

“You sure you’re good? Was I too rough?”

She pecks me on the lips this time. “No. I want more of that.” She palms my dick, and I resist the urge to pull my dick back out and shove back into her. Instead, I grab a wad of wipes from the box and clean her up.

“Well, this greedy little pussy is gonna have to wait.” I kiss her on the lips again as I pull her bra back up and wipe her chest; still sticky with my release.

“You’re so dirty,” she whispers.

I grin. “I told you, and you still poked the bear.”

She pulls onto the lapels of my shirt. “When can I poke the bear again?”

My chest puffs with pride because that’s her first response. “Soon.”

She cocks a brow as she tucks her tits back into her bra, fastening her dress back into place. “When?”

“Eager for my cock, babe?”

She rolls her eyes. “Thanks to you, I won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

I grin, pulling her into my arms. I like cuddling after, but this’ll have to do for now. “You’re welcome. I wanted you to remember where I’ve been whenever you sit down tomorrow.” I nip her bottom lip. “And this dirty, slutty mouth.”

“I like being a slut for you.”

I cup her pussy. “This is mine.”

She cocks a brow. “So we’re exclusive now? All it took was one fuck. Not getting all biker on me, are you?”

I love her dirty mouth. “You sound disappointed?”

She cups my face. “I’m not disappointed. But I have to be honest about something.”

I frown. “Okay?”

“That night we were drunk…”

I sigh. Not this again. I admitted some shit in a drunken stupor. So what? “I don’t wanna talk about that.”

“Listen, hear me out. I know you’re not exactly sure what you’re feeling sometimes when it comes to… dudes.”

“I like chicks.”

She ignores me. “But you also said you like to watch.” I stare at her as she goes on. “Would you like to watch me, Jonah?”

My lips part. “Some other guy, fuckin’ you?”

I can see the trepidation on her face as she searches for the right answer. I shake my head, I can’t be this much of a dick. I did, in fact, admit that I’d had feelings about other men. Drunk or not, I can’t deny it. I also made it clear we’re not exclusive and didn’t care what she did. That was also all a blatant lie. So I add, “Don’t lie to me, Lace. We can always be honest with each other, no matter what.”

“But you’re uncomfortable with it.”

“I just wanna make you feel good.”

“Even if it means watching some other man do me?”

My heart hammers in my chest. “Which other man are we talkin’ about? Not that Cowboy out there?” I thumb behind me.

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t even know him. We could go to Afterdark. Find someone who we both like. Take our time.”

I like that idea.

I lick my bottom lip. I don’t correct her. “I don’t know how I feel about watchin’ someone rail my girl.”

“You can rail me, too, don’t forget.”

It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while now, but imagining this? Oh, boy. Could I do it? If it were the right guy and the right environment? I don’t want just any Tom, Dick or Harry screwing Lace. She’s mine. Mine to share if the vibe is right, but I don’t know how I feel about that idea. I’m jealous already when other guys talk to her.

“I’ll think about it.”

Her eyes light up. She really wants this. “Okay.”

I can’t help the next words out of my mouth. “Am I not good enough for you?”

She frowns, regret etched on her face as she steps closer. “Yes, Jonah! You are enough. But from the beginning we’ve always been honest, and I know that you’re having feelings and I want to be the one to explore it with you. You are more than enough. You’re too much. I just wanted to put it out there because I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I know you have too.”

“I’m not fuckin’ another man.”

“I know that, but we can all do stuff together, if that would turn you on? We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

Fuck, yeah, that would turn me on. Both of us pleasuring her. Both of us in her hole at the same time. One in her pussy, and one in her ass. Giving her pleasure like she’s never known. That makes me hard all over again. Seeing another man’s dick slide in and out of Lace’s pussy while I jerk off? Sounds like a dream come true. But I don’t want sex with another man. Just a threesome where we please her. Only her.

“I want to please you. But I get to call the shots.”

She blinks a few times. “Okay?”

“What I mean is, I don’t want just any guy takin’ you. We’ve both gotta agree on the dude. And that’s an if. For example, if I change my mind about it, you’re still mine and we walk away if it feels off.”

She pulls on the lapels of my cut. “Wow, someone went from zero to a hundred real fast.”

“Do you agree?”

“That I’m yours, no matter what?”

“You don’t have to pout about it. It’s my job to protect you when we’re out of the clubhouse.”

I don’t miss the way her eyes bulge just a little.

“You know how I feel about that whole ownership thing.”

I never want to make her feel uncomfortable, but she also has to realize she’s safe with me.

“It’s not anythin’ like you’re makin’ out. I’m not claimin’ you at the table.” Though right now? I’d like to. A vision of her riding with me on the back of my sled hits me like a freight train. “So, do you agree?”

She folds her arms over her chest. “Yes, Jonah. I agree.”

“We’re a thing.”

“If you say so, but we still have to keep it secret, remember?”

“When should we scour the club?”

“Soon.” She pecks me on the lips. “In fact, I’ve got someone in mind.”

I swallow hard. I trust her judgment. “Have you been with him before?” Jealousy laces my tone.

She shakes her head, a devious look in her eyes. “Nope. We’ve not done anything. I’ve seen him around the club a couple of times when we went to The Vault XL. Speaking of which, would you put on a little show for me if I asked nicely?”

I nip her chin. “Only if you ask nicely.” I bend to her ear. “You’re lucky, though. If we had more time I would’ve licked every drop of my cum off those pretty tits and fed it to you.”

Her eyes go wide as I make sure both pairs of panties are now stuffed into my back pocket.

“My panties?”

I shake my head. “They’re mine now. And you can go bare.” I pull her to me, caging her against the door as I palm her ass. “You don’t get to fuck anyone without my say so, got it?”

“You have the same rules,” she fires back. “Got it?”

I smile, covering her mouth with mine. “Get on outta here. We’ve still gotta get back out there and act like nothin’ happened.”

“I wish we could do more,” she sighs.

I press my lips against her forehead. “So greedy for my cock?”

“Very.”

I nuzzle her nose, and with regret, I turn the lock and pull the door open. She holds onto my hand until the last second as she slips out the door.

My chest tightens. What in the fuck did I just agree to?

I’m tinkering with my motorcycle in Tag’s workshop. When it’s quiet, I give my sled a service and touch up some paintwork. Hawk is organizing a run next weekend, and I can’t wait to ride with the rest of the pack. It’s the one place where I feel completely free.

“Hey, Dad, is this it?” Eli holds up a wrench and I give him a chin lift.

“That’s it, bud. Nice work.”

Eli also likes to help. He loves being around the workshop, even when Tag is around. Eli’s taken to him like a duck to water, much to Tag’s annoyance.

“When can I get my own bike?” he asks. I look up, unable to hold my tongue.

“When you’re old enough to drive.” I ruffle his hair and he tries to get away. I pull him in for a hug and kiss his head. One day soon, he’ll be too old for this, and I don’t wish for that day to come, but I know it will. Right now, I’m his hero, and I’ll relish in that idea until he’s at least a teenager. I’ve always shown my affection for him. Learning from the hard school of knocks wasn’t something I wanted Eli to know anything about. I tell him I love him, and we talk about everything. I like to think it’s me and him against the world, but I get a lot of help from Indigo. She’s taking him for a sleepover with Cami and a couple other friends this weekend. She’s a few years older than him, but they love hanging out and Cami is a thoughtful child, like my boy.

“Dad!”

“What? You know one day you’ll be replacin’ me with your own motorcycle and friends who won’t wanna hang out with your old man.”

“That won’t happen.”

I smile. “I’ll remind you in a coupla years you said that.”

“Are you done yet?”

I tighten the bolt around my wheel. “Why are you in such a rush, anyway?”

“Aunt Indi said we could make some stuff this afternoon.”

“So you wanna ditch your old man early, huh?”

He grins. “Dad. I can make you donuts, your favorite ones with the custard in the middle.”

I like how Indigo teaches him new things. It’s good for him, and he enjoys it. “I think I’d like that.”

“And she said Manny’s coming over to try out a new recipe.”

“Manny?” I cock a brow. It’s not often that Manny ventures out of his little food cave and into the world. He won’t set foot inside the Grill, at least not to cook, anyway. The man has some balls on him for denying Cash anything, but they seem to be fine with Manny calling the shots. I guess they really like his cooking.

After my little fantasy the other night, and the shame of how hard I came when I pictured Manny beneath me, I’ve been avoiding him.

“Yeah, he’s cool. Last time he let me get my hands in the bowl to knead the dough.”

“He did, huh?”

Eli nods enthusiastically. “Yep. It was fun.”

I smile. Manny is not only good with all women, and men of the club, but he’s also a hit now with kids, too. He’s a regular Mr. Goddamn Perfect.

I haven’t seen Lace for a few days, but we’ve been sexting. And I’m gearing up to get out to the club this weekend and have some more fun with her. That’s if I can wait that long. I’d rather we fuck a few times in my bed, really give her a feel for the yolk so she doesn’t forget who’s cock she belongs to, but then I remember how shitty she got over that whole claiming thing. Like she doesn’t know how it works in an MC. Still. I didn’t see her protesting when I was ramming my cock down her throat. She wanted it. She goddamn initiated it, and that shit is hot.

When we arrive at my sister’s bakery, Eli goes running ahead of me. I’m glad he’s happy hanging out at the bakery. We do everything together, obviously, but it’s good for him to have a bit of time with his cousin, and Harlem’s kids, and my sister.

Harlem gives me a chin lift as I enter the shop. It’s expanded since Indi took over, and now she has a full team so she can work more on the back office stuff and designing fun things like wedding and event cakes, rather than doing everything. That’s my sister, she’s always been a hard worker.

“Hey, bud.” I say in reply.

“You good, brother?” Harlem slaps me on the back. We’ve always gotten along. I didn’t get in the way when he and Indigo were fighting their attraction for one another. I understand his persistence and his jealousy. Indi is a fantastic woman, she practically raised me.

“Good as I’ll ever be.” Eli has already run ahead into the kitchen out back as I follow behind.

“The little guy’s like a bat outta hell.”

“Tell me about it. Couldn’t wait to ditch me so he could come and make shit with Aunt Indi.”

Harlem grins. Yeah, he’s always hanging around his ol’ lady’s shop. Any excuse to be close to her and not do any work over at Tag’s. Still. He’s a little older than Indi, and though he’s not at retirement age, the men of the club have done pretty well with club coffers. I do my bit, pay my fees and contribute, but I don’t have my own business like most of the men in the Rebels. Still. I’m happy with where I’m going, even if Indigo is completely embarrassed by me and what I do after dark.

Afterdark.

That’s the club Lace was talking about. I narrow my eyes as I stride into the kitchen.

Lace wouldn’t invite Manny, would she? I mean, he’s into her — clearly — and other men, but surely she wouldn’t bring him along. It has me wondering if I’m just conjuring shit up now, or am I really onto something?

Already at the stove, Manny has his back to us. Hearing Eli, he turns around and drapes an apron over my son’s head. “There, now you’re perfect.”

Eli is not worried at all by the pink frilly apron that reads, ‘NOLA Sweet Treats Bakery’ on the front.

“Thanks, Uncle Manny!”

Everyone is uncle or aunt around here. It just makes things easier.

Manny grins at him. “Ready to get those hands dirty?”

Eli nods enthusiastically as Manny pulls over a stool for Eli to sit on.

He looks up at me. “Hey, big guy.”

He always has to add something to his greeting. It kinda irks me. I give him a chin lift. “What’s up?”

“Well, I’m gonna teach young Eli here how to make chocolate croissants.”

Eli’s eyes go wide. “You are?”

Manny waggles his eyebrows. “Yep. But I told Cami we’d wait for her, so in the meantime, why don’t we get all the ingredients we’re gonna need?”

Eli high-fives Manny.

“Hey, bud, I’m gonna head out for a while. I’ve got some errands to run,” I say.

“Yeah, okay, bye, Dad.” Eli doesn’t even look my way, disappearing into the huge pantry as Manny gives me a smirk.

“He’ll be fine,” Manny assures me.

“He shouldn’t go near the hot oven,” I say. “He could get burned.”

Manny gives me an eye roll, calling over his shoulder to my son. “You’re not gonna go anywhere near a hot oven without mitts on, right, bud?”

“Dad, stop being so annoying!” Eli calls from inside the pantry.

“Don’t forget the chocolate bits,” Manny hollers behind his hand, then to me he says, “See, we got it under control, Beefcake. He’s a smart kid. And we bake all the time, he uses oven gloves.”

“Do you have to keep callin’ me that?”

“You’re quite welcome to stay and help us, though we don’t allow grumps in this kitchen.”

I shake my head. “You’re lucky my kid likes you.”

Manny is not deterred. “Yeah, or else what?”

I get in his face. “Or else I’d remind you that you aren’t patched in. You’re just the cook.”

Manny’s face falls and I immediately feel like a dick. It takes a second for him to answer, but when he does, his tone is an octave lower. “Thanks for reminding me.”

I swallow hard. “I didn’t mean?—”

“Dad, are you still here?” Eli pushes past, an armful of ingredients in his arms, but my eyes are on Manny.

Why do I have to be such a cruel bastard? I palm the back of my neck, but Manny ignores me and walks back toward Eli. I open my mouth, then close it again. He’s in the MC, he should know better than to run his mouth, especially in front of my kid. Then again, I think I’m more sensitive than he is.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you later.” My throat feels dry. I know I hurt his feelings and I don’t know why my immediate response was to be cruel.

“Bye!” Eli says in between reading the recipe Manny has placed on the bench in front of them, along with mixing bowls and lined baking trays. Clearly, he wants me gone.

I walk to the door and look back. Manny’s taking time out of his day to teach my son, and I say the only real thing that could get to the heart of him and crush him. It was a low blow, and yet I took it easily.

Manny doesn’t look up, but his stance is rigid, and he’s lost that smile he had on his face before I ruined it all. He reads the recipe to Eli and doesn’t look at me again.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I know exactly what’s wrong with me. I ruin everything that’s good. Sometimes I really fuckin’ hate myself.