Saylor Chapter 19

He didn't bother to stop downstairs when we made it to the house. He took me up the stairs. That's when it hit me. There was blood needing to be cleaned up. I stopped him at the top of the steps.

"Honey, the house needs cleaning. We need to get the blood cleaned off the floors and wherever else it is. I can't stay here with it all over the place."

"Baby, the blood has been cleared away. There are some bullet holes to repair, but that's it."

"Who cleaned it? When?"

"A few of the ladies, I'm not sure who or exactly when. Bull told me they were doing it. The women knew there was no way you'd want to stay here if there was blood everywhere. I believe they told him that we damn men wouldn't think anything of sleeping and eating in the middle of a bloodbath." He chuckled. Normally, if it weren't in my home, I'd be the same, but this was my safe place.

"I'll have to find out who did and kiss them. They were right. Bullet holes, I can't see, so they don't matter. The smell of blood is a no."

He chuckled as he led the way to our bedroom. As soon as the door shut behind us, I was swung around and edged to the bed, where I was gently pushed to sit. He dropped down on the bed next to me. He immediately clasped one of my hands in his. He raised mine and kissed it.

"Juno, I owe you a big apology. I acted like a stupid idiot last night at the clubhouse. I made you feel insecure and unattractive, and that is the last thing I ever want. You are always beautiful, but in that outfit, you were, wow, something else. I know my words made it seem like I didn't like it, but the opposite is true. I loved it, and the way it made me feel is what I reacted to. All I wanted to do was strip you naked right there in the common room. Lay you out on a table and fuck your brains out. Something that never bothered me to think or, to be honest, in the old days, to do. But you're not to be disrespected that way. I was mad at myself for even thinking of doing it for a second, and then I was caught up in the thought of my single brothers fantasizing about you in that outfit and in a sexual way. A woman dressed as the ultimate biker babe is a great thing, but I never knew the other side of that coin when the biker babe was mine.

"I was an utter prick to you. You should've punched me in the face. To see the hurt on your face and the tears, even though you didn't cry, killed me. To spend those following hours watching you ignore me hurt, but I was biding my time to get you alone to explain and tell you how sorry I was."

"Only Clover showed up and ruined it."

"Yes, that bitch had to show up and start spouting off her crazy talk. God, when she said she was pregnant, and it was mine, I almost died. I knew it wasn't possible since I met you, but until she ranted more, I was scared to death that she was further along, and it might be mine. I never went without a condom. That wasn't a lie. If she was, it was due to a faulty one. Then, I was terrified it might belong to one of my brothers. They'd been with her since I had been. We had a friend in the Pagan Souls in Cherokee who ended up with a club bunny who had his kid, not that he knew it was his until she was about two, but still. Thank God, it worked out, and he got Cara and her egg donor left."

"I was hurt by how you acted and then to have her come in and say all that. I wanted to crawl into a hole, but as she talked, I knew she was either lying or a nutcase. If she wasn't, then everything you said to me was a lie, just to lure me in to sleep with you. There was a moment when I wondered, but then I knew it wasn't possible. Still doesn't mean it didn't hurt like hell," I confessed.

I felt him move, and then the next thing I felt was him pressing between my legs. He was on his knees on the floor. His head ended up in my lap. I ran my hand over his hair. I loved how the top stood up like the tiniest rooster comb, as I called it. He groaned.

"Juno, please tell me what I can do to make up for the hurt I caused you. Not only due to my stupid reaction to your clothing but the fact I ever slept with her in the first place. If I hadn't, you wouldn't have had a reason to be hurt and doubt. If I could go back and change—."

I cut him off. "Brooks, if we were able to go back and change the past, we'd all have things we regret. I hate that I ever married Jonas sometimes. The pain he caused me, I would've preferred to avoid. I wouldn't have followed the order Bosch gave that day. But if I did change them, especially the last one, I most likely would've never met you. I know you were no angel before I met you. I was no virgin. Wishing your life away is a waste."

His head came up. "So you forgive me?"

"I forgive you. We're still learning to communicate with each other and finding out our limits."

"I'm not lying when I tell you that I love you. I want you as my old lady and one day my wife. I want you to have my children, no one else."

"I know. Speaking of children, did you explain to your brothers what Clover meant by her remarks?"

"No, they didn't ask, and I chose to wait until this is over, but I plan to tell them. They deserve to know. Hopefully, they won't be too pissed off at me for not telling them. It didn't affect the club, so in my mind, it was fine to keep it private."

"I think they'll understand, although they might be a tad hurt that in all these years, you didn't tell anyone."

He sighed. "Yeah, they will, and I get it. Is there anything else you and I need to iron out right now? Are we good?"

I thought about it and came to the conclusion that we were. This wasn't the time to be petty. We had a real problem to solve. I shook my head. "No, we're good, babe."

"Good, because there's something we need to do." His tone changed to a sexy one. I tried not to get turned on, but it was no use.

"There is. What?"

He rose to his feet and took my hands. A tug had me standing with him. "I need you to go into the bathroom and put on the clothing on the counter, then come back out here."

"Clothing? What did you do, Brooks?"

"You'll see. Go. I'm waiting." He gave me a slight push on my hip. Orienting myself, I went toward the bathroom. Inside, I made my way to the counter. When my hands touched the fabric, I grinned. It was leather. Seemed like my man wanted to see me in my sexy biker babe clothing again. Just to tease him, I called out to him.

"Honey, I think there's been a mistake. This is leather. I don't wear that anymore. It gets me into trouble."

A growl came first, and then he answered. I know my grin was huge. "Woman, put that outfit on before I paddle that ass."

"I might like that."

"I'm not talking about the sexy kind. I know you'd love that. Do you want me to deprive you of orgasms all night and leave you needy?"

"No, I do not. Do you want to wake up in the morning cockless?"

"No, I do not. You wouldn't take away your favorite toy, would you?"

"If you pissed me off enough, I would. See, with Jonas, the cheating hurt and angered me, but I wasn't tempted to remove his. If you ever did that, then yes, I'd be very tempted to remove it." As we talked, I was getting dressed. It took some work to wiggle into those leather pants.

"My love, you never have to worry about me doing that to you. Haven't you heard? Reformed manwhores make the best husbands."

"Oh really? I must've missed that announcement."

"Just ask the other old ladies. None of their men were sweet stay-at-home watching TV types. They were good with the ladies."

"As long as mine is a one-woman man, then I'm good."

"I am. Are you almost dressed? I'm dying out here. I'm lonely. Come keep me company," he pleaded.

I'd altered my appearance a little from what it was last night. I was positive he'd like it. Taking a deep breath, I walked slowly to the doorway and then stopped. I knew the moment he spotted me. A loud inhale, a muttered, "Dear, God," and then a moan.

I heard footsteps, then hands were gripping my hips, and hot breath was on my neck. A wet tongue touched my ear, and then teeth nipped the lobe, causing me to shiver. Then he whispered hoarsely.

"Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me, Saylor? I didn't think it could get sexier, but fuck. You're an utter temptation. I wanted to take hours to worship you, but it's not going to be possible. Feel what you do to me," he said. "Feel."

He picked up one of my hands and brought it to him. He wrapped it around his erect cock. I rubbed my thumb over his leaking head. He groaned and pressed his cock harder into my hand. I gave him several strokes. I made sure to watch out for the piercings, though I teased and tugged lightly on them. They fascinated me. My touching only made him leak more precum.

Suddenly, his hands were unzipping my leather jacket partially, and then his hands were cupping my naked breasts. I'd left off the tiny undershirt. It was a waste, anyway. His thumbs rubbed over and circled my nipples, which were hard beads. I was the one to moan then. His hands kneaded them a few times, then a hot, wet mouth was sucking one while the other kept getting played with. I had to sink my hands into his hair.

In between sucks, he began whispering to me. "Do you know what I've been fantasizing about when I think of your gorgeous breasts?"

"No, what?" I croaked out. Just with his hands and mouth, he had me close to having an orgasm.

"Of these beauties full of milk for our baby, and you leaking it so I can taste it."

"You'd want that? I thought a man would find it gross."

"Some might, but not me. Anything that's part of you I want to taste. I've heard it's sweet. Who knows, our baby might have to fight his or her dad to get their share. I picture you riding me, and you get excited. That causes your milk to release. It's dripping down on me, so I latch onto your tits and suck them dry as you continue to ride my cock until we both explode."

The mental image this gave me, rather than turning me off, made me hotter. I moaned and rubbed my thighs together to soothe the ache there. My clit was throbbing, and I was a scant moment or two from coming due to his breast play. He must've sensed it because he increased the suction of his mouth and twisted my free nipple harder. That was it. I cried out as I came. The leather pants would be a mess when he took them off. I shook and got weak as I orgasmed.

He didn't stop sucking and twisting until I relaxed completely. I felt drained but satisfied. Well, mostly satisfied. The throbbing in my pussy was still there, just lessened for the moment. He let go and straightened up. My hands slipped from his hair.

"Juno, I need you. Get your ass to that bed."

"Can I make a request?"

"You can always make a request, baby."

"You said something about your earlier reaction. About it makes you want to strip me bare and take me right there in the middle of everyone. I don't want others to see us together, but I was turned on by the thought of it if that makes sense. I want you to take me like you wanted in that moment."

"Saylor, I'm not treating you like a club bunny!"

"Not as a bunny. As a hot biker babe, who's yours. One that you can't stop yourself from fucking in front of your club. I love the idea that I make you crazy enough even to think it. I want you to be out of control."

He moaned long and hard. I knew the idea was turning him on even more. Our sex so far has been more than good. But I knew there was way more to explore, and that Player had a rougher, more caveman side to him. He'd want to fuck hard and savage. I wanted him to. To tempt him to agree, I cupped my breasts and massaged them, plucking on my nipples.

"Christ, how can I say no? Are you positive this is what you want?" he asked gutturally.

"I'm more than sure. Come fuck me, Brooks. Show me what you've got. Take me like a caveman claiming his woman in front of the other cavemen. Marking me so they know I'm yours. I want your scent on me and your cum inside of me."

He let out a deep growl, and then I was up in the air and being tossed over his shoulder. I thought he was taking me to the bed, but I was wrong. He walked out of the bedroom and then proceeded to go downstairs. My excitement increased. Where was he taking me? We finally ended up in the living room if my calculation was correct before he sat me back on my feet.

"Step back two steps," he ordered.

I did as he commanded and bumped into something hard. Reaching back, I discovered it was the table in the kitchen. Did he want me to sit? I waited for his next order. What I got was him grabbing me under my ass cheeks and lifting me onto it.

"Lie across this with your head slightly over the edge."

I did as he asked. I made sure to untuck my long hair, so it hung over the edge. I heard movement, and then he was by my head. He ran his fingers through my hair. "I love your hair. So soft. I love touching it. But I know what I'd love more to do to it."

"What?" I thought I knew.

"To use it as reins to control you while I feed my cock down your throat. Open up."

I grew wetter as I obeyed. The touch of the head of his cock to my lips made my tongue seek him out to lick the precum from it. He moaned. Then slowly, so I could torture him, I sucked just the head and nothing else. His hands wrapped my hair around his fists, and he tugged. It bit at my scalp, although he didn't make it hurt terribly.

"Suck that cock. Show everyone how much you want this, want me."

The mental image it put in my head made me suck him deeper. And I got my hands involved. I was going to make him come before I was done. I stroked the base of him. The part I wasn't able to get in my mouth. As I did, I teased the barbell piercings he had there that weren't in my mouth and played with his balls. As I did all that, my tongue was busy lashing the rest, and I was sucking hard to draw his cum out.

I wasn't bragging when I thought I gave really great head. More than one partner had said it. I put all of my skills into play, and since I loved him, I added even more. I wanted him wild for me and to want no other ever. I was showing everyone how much I wanted him. I loved the taste of him. I wanted more. His groans and the sounds he was making told me he was enjoying it. After several minutes, I felt his balls drawing up tight. He was close. He tried to withdraw, but I held onto him.

"God, baby, no. I can't," he panted out, but he was less than convincing.

I knew he wanted it. It might slow down the final performance, but that was fine by me. I shook my head as much as I could with a mouth full of delicious cock then I sucked him to the back of my throat and hummed. That was all it took for him to come, shouting my name. His fists pulled harder on my hair, which made me suck more and my pussy got wetter, which I was shocked to feel it could. He shook and swore as he pumped my mouth full of cum. I eagerly swallowed it down. When he was done, he let go of my hair and slumped forward. He was close to smothering me, but I was content to allow it.

Suddenly, he straightened. His hand rubbed my cheek. "Baby, that was fantastic. Sorry, I almost suffocated you. Here, let me go."

I opened my mouth and released him. As soon as he was free, his mouth was on mine, kissing me hard. His tongue swept inside to toy with mine. I knew he was tasting his own cum, but he seemed to like it. The kiss lasted a long time before he moved away. I whimpered in protest.

He moved. I could tell that. Then I heard the scrape of chair legs on the tile floor. Hands slid up my leather-covered legs. I was still technically fully dressed, although the jacket was unzipped.

"I need you naked. Let them all see how fucking gorgeous and sexy your body is, Juno. Let them all envy me for finding you first. I'm such a lucky bastard. To act the way I did, and you were able to forgive me and still love me in the end. I'll keep thanking God for you until the day I die, Saylor. Here. Let's sit up for a second."

I adored his words. He was lifting my upper half. I helped him. Once I was sitting up, he did the work to get the jacket off me. His hands kept caressing me as he did. My nipples were stroked a few times, keeping them taut. When it was off, he lowered me back down. I was so into him, and what we were doing, the hardness didn't matter. The next thing I felt was him tugging at the zipper of my pants. As he lowered it and started to tug those tight things down, he kept up the talking.

"Taking you here, on this table in front of my brothers, is my claim and my vow to you that you will always be mine and only mine. I love you with everything in me, Juno."

"Brooks, God, I don't know how it happened so fast, but I love you to the depth of my soul. You're mine, and only mine, and I'll tell and show anyone that."

I was panting in anticipation. I was soaking wet and ready for whatever he'd give me, which I hoped was his mouth on my pussy. I needed to come again desperately. He finally got them off, leaving me bare to the world. I cupped my tits and massaged them as I teased my nipples. It wasn't only to increase my neediness but to make him wild. I knew he loved them, and even if it wasn't him touching them, he loved it. His low groan, seconds after I did it, told me I was right.

"Keep that up. Christ, look, everyone, isn't she stunning? She's mine. My old lady, my woman, and soon, my wife and mother of my babies."

I whimpered. That whimper turned into a drawn-out moan as he spread my legs wider, and I felt his touch. He was teasing all around my pussy, while avoiding touching the inner lips or my clit. I whimpered louder and then made my plea.

"Brooks, please, baby, touch me. I can't stand it. I sucked your cock, and it got me so horny. I need to come again. Once wasn't enough. Please. I'm begging you. Touch me, eat my pussy. Make me come again for them to see."

I liked this fantasy thing. I'd never done that with a man before. The thought of being seen was thrilling. Would I ever be able to do it for real? Probably not, but this worked great.

He growled, then his fingers traced my lower lips and then slid down my slit. He passed over my clit and then ended at my entrance. I wanted him to thrust his fingers inside me, but he didn't. He made several teasing passes. Just as I was about to break and beg again, his wet tongue touched my clit, and he sucked it into his hot mouth. I cried out in relief.

As he sucked and teased it with the tip of his talented tongue, his fingers were busy touching the rest of my pussy and rimming my entrance. I moaned when he inserted the first finger and began to thrust. Guessing where he was, I lifted my legs, since hanging over hurt, and found his shoulders to hook them over. He growled in approval.

I had no idea how long I lay there, being played by a master. It felt like he kept me on the edge for eternity. I'd get right at the point of coming. Then he'd back off. I pleaded and even threatened, but to no avail. My man had a plan, and he wouldn't be rushed. As he ate me, he praised me.

"You get so wet, baby. I could feast on your dew for days. I love the taste of you. Give me more. Flood me with it. I want to drown in your scent and the taste of you. Mark me like I'm marking you."

After this declaration, he increased the suction and added something to it. A wet finger worked its way to my asshole and then eased inside. I screamed in approval. I loved to have my ass played with. The one lover I'd had who was into anal had introduced me to it, and I found after I got over the taboo of it, I loved it as long as it was done right. No lube was a no-go, but Player had used my dew, as he called it, to lubricate his finger.

He ramped me up by fucking not only my pussy, but my ass with his fingers as his mouth consumed me. A minute or two later, when I was on the edge again, I fully expected to be denied. I was shocked when he kept going, and I tipped over the edge into nirvana. I screamed and wailed as I shook and came. It went on for a long time. By the time I was done, I was a puddle on our table. He kissed the insides of my thighs, gave my clit a final kiss, then my legs were lowered. He stood and moved, and then I heard water running.

I was lying there enjoying my bliss when he came back to me. He paused to kiss me, and then he was back on the other side of the table. I moaned when I noted something hard yet soft at the same time pressing to my entrance.

"I need to fuck you, Saylor. And I need to do it hard and fast and so deep. You wanted me wild. You got it. Let me finish claiming you."

"Take me. I'm yours," I whispered.

Instantly, I was lifted and turned onto my stomach. I was bent over the table with my feet on the floor, and my ass pointed toward him. God, yes, I loved to take it from behind. His cock could go even deeper this way. Without warning, he was thrusting into me hard, and in one fast stroke, he was buried inside of my pussy. I whimpered at the sensation. There was a tiny bit of a burn, but the rest was all pleasure. I shivered.

His hands gripped my hips, and he did what he said he would. He let go, and he pounded into me. The slap of naked skin, the pant of breaths, along with the moans and groans were amazing. Then add to it the wet sounds and the muttering curse, and I was in utter heaven as he fucked me like a caveman. Those piercings only added to it. As he did, he was continuing the fantasy.

"Yeah, that's it. Look at that beautiful pussy taking my cock. She's all mine. This body is mine to touch and love, to fuck. No one else's. God, she's so wet and tight. A fucking dream. She squeezes my cock perfectly. That's it. Ahh, yeah, milk me, baby. Draw my cum out."

I was so close, and I knew he had to be too. I prayed he wouldn't hold back to torture me. A couple of thrusts more, and I knew he wasn't. I came, and I squirted as I did. I yelled as I did. "Yes! Fuck that pussy. It's yours. Claim me, all of me."

I was just beginning to come down from an incredible high when it hit me. He was still going. He hadn't come. I was about to ask why when he slipped free of me. I whimpered in protest. I wasn't ready to lose him.

"I need to finish this, Saylor. To claim you properly, I want to take that sweet ass. It's taunting me. God, please say I can. You said you liked ass play. Does that mean you'll let me?" He was practically begging.

He was completing the fantasy, and I loved it. I'd been wanting to see what it would be like with him. I wiggled my ass. "Then get some lube and take it. Hurry. Oh, Jesus, I can't wait to feel that cock in my ass."

"Fuck!" was all he said, then I heard his pounding feet getting further away.

He was upstairs getting the lube I had in a drawer. I'd shown it to him in case we ever needed it. He was back in no time. I prepared myself but still jumped when the coolness of the lube ran down the crack of my ass. His finger breaching it got me to moan. Soon, he had more than a single finger in there, not only lubricating me but stretching me. I was so hot and eager for him that it was a relief when he withdrew them. I waited excitedly. He didn't make me wait long before the head of his cock was pressed to my backdoor.

"This is it. You're mine, and everyone knows it," he said just as he pushed inside. It burned despite his preparation, but it was a good burn. One I wanted. He wasn't an animal with me. He did take it easy working himself inside. When he was there, he paused to let me adjust.

"Are you alright, Juno? Do you want me to wait longer or stop?"

"I want you to pound my ass. I'm ready. Take me, Brooks. I need you wild again, baby. Be my caveman and claim my ass for them all to see," I panted out. I was gripping the edges of the table.

"Your wish is my command. Just stop me if I get too rough."

I nodded. Immediately, he withdrew until only the head was inside, and then he snapped those hips of his. I wailed and hung my head. He pushed me down to lie fully on the table. In that position, he was able to hammer in and out of me. I went wild, shoving my ass back to meet his thrusts. Swearing and egging him on to fuck me harder and deeper. Growls, grunts, and moans filled the room.

I came once and then kept revving up for another. He still held back. I was sobbing and shaking as the second orgasm hit me. I squeezed down like a clamp, and he froze and shouted, "Saylor," and then he was filling me full. He jerked over and over, and I kept milking his cock for every drop of cum I could get. When we were both done coming, I was unable to move. I was sleepy, and the prospect of sleeping on the hard table didn't bother me a bit. I whimpered when he withdrew. I was sore, but it was a delicious soreness.

"Are you alright, my love?" he asked after kissing my lower back. He was rubbing his hands soothingly up and down my back.

"I think I'm dead, and if not, I'll never walk again, but it was so worth it, my love."

He chuckled as he moved away. By the sound of it, I think he sat down. I had no idea how long I lay there before I was lifted, turned, and then swung up in his arms. He kissed me and then took me upstairs. I was too tired to speak as he ran water in the tub. I was content to float in subspace and dream of him, of us. The plans for the ugliness to come could wait. I just wanted a bit more time with him.