14. Melissa

Chapter fourteen

Melissa

E arl sets me down on the bed, gazing down appreciatively at my cleavage. My bra is nothing spectacular and my body isn't that of a twenty something year old girl any longer. Yet, when Earl looks at me, it's as if he doesn't see the wrinkles, the loose hanging skin, and pudgy midsection full of tiger marks. It's as if he's viewing me in my prime and seeing me as a model.

"You're gorgeous." The words slip effortlessly off his lips. It takes a second for the words to register, and unbelievably, I believe them, rendering me speechless. "Stand up for me."

I stand slowly, then Earl reaches behind me and unhooks my bra, the straps sliding down my arms before falling to the floor. He groans, then takes hold of the waistband of my leggings, pulling them and my panties down, exposing my pussy to him for the first time. My core clenches as desire floods through me. This is it. I'm about to be with the first man I truly loved, who loved me back.

I take hold of his shoulders as he kneels before me, lifting my legs one at a time, pulling my leggings off. The heat from his breath dances across my neatly shaven mound. When his eyes linger there, I quickly move my hands, shielding my most private parts from his view, suddenly feeling self conscious. I've seen the girls who frequent the club, giving their bodies away for free, and I don't look like them. I'm older, wrinkled, and let's just say gravity hasn't been kind to my breasts and ass.

"Never hide your body from me, baby. You're a work of art and I could gaze at you for hours, gettin' lost in every inch of you." He moves my hands away, placing his on my hips, moving me a few steps backward until the back of my legs hit the bed.

He lowers me down to the bed as butterflies erupt in my stomach. Slowly he takes off his cut, folding it neatly and placing it on the dresser with such care. It's not the first time I've seen him do it. I know how much all the members take pride in their cuts, a symbol of unity with their club and brothers.

He pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor, putting his muscular chest on display for me. Black hair tinged with gray covers his chest and I press my legs together to ease the ache as my eyes drop lower, taking in the V that disappears below his belt. A prominent trail of hair making a path to a cock I've only seen in my dreams.

He takes hold of my knees, spreading them apart, my glistening pussy on display for him, showing him how deeply I crave him. His tongue snakes out of his mouth, gliding across his bottom lip while his eyes lock on my center as he kneels between my legs.

"I've been dyin' to taste you," is barely out of his mouth before he's leaning in.

I grip the bed tightly as my head falls back, moaning loudly as he latches onto my clit, sucking it.

"Fuck Earl!" My words only encourage him as he lifts my legs, placing them over his shoulders, his hands gripping my thighs as he presses his tongue inside my hole. I'd always hoped to have his dick there, but fuck, his tongue is doing an amazing job of fucking me.

It's been so long since I've had a man, or been remotely intimate with one. I tried once or twice, but my heart was always with another; Earl. My arms become weak underneath my weight, turning into jelly as waves of desire flood my body. The intensity of everything causes my orgasm to crash over me and I cry out.

The rumble of his laughter vibrates along my clit, sending me over the edge for a second time. What the fuck? Is that even possible? Or is my pussy just so appreciative of the attention that doesn't come from my fingers or a battery-operated toy?

Bells go off in my ears, a ringing sensation that's lulling me into a floating bliss. The pounding that follows isn't something I expected.

"Who the fuck is that?" Earl's voice raises as he stands from between my legs, the outline of his hard erection enhanced by the tightness of his jeans.

"Huh?" My mind is still a haze, and I'm not comprehending what's going on. I've just had two of the most earth shattering orgasms and all I want now is to have Earl buried deep inside of me while he fucks me senseless.

"There's some fuckin' asshole at the door that doesn't seem to get the message that you're not home or busy. Let me get rid of them and then I'll be back to sink my cock inside you." He bends over, kissing me deeply, my cum still glistening on his lips. It's the first time I've tasted myself and it's oddly erotic.

Earl moves across the room, determination in each step until he disappears into the hallway and I'm left alone. My mind races, replaying what just happened and the fact that soon I'm going to have to tell him everything. A promise I want nothing more than to break.

Raised voices come from the living room. Two I know well. Earl and Jax.

Jax?

What's he doing here?

Standing quickly, I move to the bathroom, grab my bathrobe off the hook on the back of the door, and put it on. I hastily tie the belt as I step out of the bedroom and head toward the heated voices.

"I said she's busy. You can come back later," Earl tells Jax. I can't see either of their faces from the position they're standing in, but I know it's not going to end well.

"No, I need to see her now. And why are you half dressed?" Earl lets out a boisterous laugh in response and I can already see this turning into a brawl in my living room, and the cops being called. Two things I don't want or need to happen. Not tonight.

"Stop!" My voice is loud enough to be heard over theirs.

Jax steps around Earl, catching the first sight of me and the state of undress I'm in. His gaze shifts between me and Earl as all the pieces of the puzzle connect. I can feel the heat rising in my face and I can guarantee if I were to look in the mirror, my face would be beet red.

"Mels, are you okay?" Jax looks at me with such intensity. The fact he's concerned about me has my heart melting for him even more. How am I going to leave not only Earl, but him?

"I'm fine."

"Did you at least make it good for her, biker pussy? You didn't wham, bam thank you ma'am, did you? I know all the boys in your hot wheels club care about getting their dick wet, not whether or not the woman gets off." Jax never moves his gaze from me the entire time he's talking to Earl. I want to speak, but when I open my mouth, the words don't form.

"Don't you worry your pretty little pastry ass about my love makin' skills. If you want me to give you some pointers, all you need to do is ask. But if you can leave, that'd be great so me and Mel can finish what we started." Earl steps past Jax, slipping his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "We can get together later so the three of us can discuss our new relationship status and the intricacies of how it'll work."

"Intricacies," he scoffs. "Who knew the grease head knew big words."

"And who knew the muffin man ran from the family business, but here he is." Earl bites back.

"Can the two of you stop this game of who has the bigger dick?" I finally cut in, tired of the little one up show they're putting on. "Jax, what did you need?" All I want is to end this embarrassing moment so I can get back to having a mind blowing orgasm.

"Well, I came to talk to you, but Earl being here is just an added benefit. You can finally tell me the truth about what's bothering you and who that was on the phone." Jax shifts his gaze to Earl. "And he can tell me why he's digging into my background, and what he covered up all those years ago. Then, as Earl so eloquently put it, we can discuss this new situation between the three of us. Because I have no intention of letting you slip through my grasp, Mels, and I know Earl doesn't either."

"Fine. Let's sit down and I'll get us something to drink. I'm going to need some wine for this."

While they head over to the couch and take a seat, I make my way to the kitchen. The wine was a perfect excuse for me to get a moment to myself and take a deep breath before telling them my biggest secret.

My son.