Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Hail

"This is new, but not."

"Go back in the bar, Tiger," I drawled.

"I don't think I have ever seen you this hot and bothered over a woman before," he pondered out loud. "She got a golden snatch or something? Like Harry Potter?" He tipped his head to the side. "Or was that a golden snitch?"

"You're an idiot, Tiger."

He plopped down on the bench outside the bar and kicked his feet out in front of him. "You're right, but I do tend to keep things interesting around here."

"Can't argue with that." I looked up and down the street. "But you can go keep things interesting inside. Not looking for a wingman."

"What is it about this chick?" Tiger asked. "I get that she is hot, but so are a lot of other chicks."

I pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in the corner of my mouth. Tiger tossed me his lighter, and I lit the end of the cigarette.

"She's different, Tiger. I can't tell you exactly what it is, but there is just something about her that I can't let go."

Tiger shrugged. "Can't say I understand what it is you're saying, but I guess I get it. If you're gonna take an ol' lady, then she should be different than all of the other pussy running around."

I tossed the lighter back to him and shook my head. "That's your one free pass of calling her pussy, Tiger."

He held up his hands. "Sorry, boss. Gonna have to give me a second to get used to you having an ol' lady."

She wasn't mine yet, but it was only a matter of time before she was.

I knew that Mary Jay felt the same thing I did.

It was a feeling you couldn't put into words and could only understand when you found it.

Mary Jay was it for me.

"This mean you're going to live above the bar?" Tiger asked. "You think you'll get free drinks?"

"Go inside, Tiger," I laughed. "You can put your drinks on my tab."

"Fuck yeah," Tiger cheered. "If you're going to be this generous because you've got an ol' lady now, then I am all in favor."

"Get out of here," I chuckled.

Tiger jumped up and strutted through the front door of the bar with a holler, "Drinks are on Hail!"

"Fucking hell," I muttered.

I pulled out my phone and sent off a quick text to Jersey, who was inside, to put a kibosh on Tiger spending all of my money.

"Hey."

My head snapped up, and Mary Jay stood in front of me.

"Damn, babe, I didn't even hear you walk up."

She chuckled and nodded to my phone. "You seemed pretty into your phone."

I hit send on my message and shoved my phone in my pocket. I took one last drag of my cigarette and tossed it on the ground. I snuffed it with my boot and reached for Mary Jay.

"We're not going to be awkward with each other after last night?" she giggled. "I was fully prepared to say um fifteen times and struggle to find anything to say."

"Nah, I was hoping we could just skip right over that and pick up where we left off last night," I suggested. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. I pressed a kiss to her lips, and she melted into me.

I had been slightly worried Mary Jay would spend our time apart talking herself out of whatever it was we were doing, but she obviously hadn't.

"I have a long list of questions I need to ask you," she whispered.

Or maybe she had talked herself out of this. "A long list, huh?"

She tipped her head back, and her eyes connected with mine. "Uh, yeah. Not like I need to ask them all tonight, but maybe we can hammer through a few."

That didn't sound too bad. "You wanna grab a drink?" If we could work through some of her questions, then we could really pick up where we left off last night.

She shook her head. "Uh, no. I was thinking you could come upstairs. I know it sounds crazy, but Tommy about mauled me last night. I don't think he would appreciate having to wait two nights in a row to be fed."

"Is this like meeting your family?" I laughed.

"It kind of is because Tommy is all I have."

I threaded her fingers through mine and tugged her toward the door. "Then let's go, babe."

We weaved our way through the bar, and Tiger let out a shout when we passed by the club bellied up to the bar, taking advantage of my bar tab.

"They seem like they are having fun," Mary Jay called.

We made it to the stairs, and I glanced back at her. "That's because they are drinking on my dime tonight."

She looked back at the club. "Uh, they look like they can drink a good bit. That's eight or nine guys, Hail."

"Jersey will make sure they don't get too crazy. That was who I was texting when you walked up."

"Is he like your right-hand man or something?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he's my VP."

"Are they your only family?"

Standing at the bottom of the stairs was not where I thought all of the questions were going to happen, but maybe it was best to just get them out of the way.

"Uh, for the most part. My mom is still alive, and I have a bratty little sister who lives in Colorado." I didn't have the typical shitty upbringing like a lot of the guys in the club. Most guys join an MC because they're looking for a place to belong, a family.

I had a family who loved me.

The club was just another place I felt at home.

"Where does your mom live?" Mary Jay asked.

"On the edge of town. She works at the library."

Her jaw dropped, and her eyes bugged out. "Your mom is Sue Scott?"

"Yeah, babe. You meet her before?" Mom had been working at the Crest Falls library for the past twenty-seven years. I was pretty much raised among the shelves and shelves of books.

Too bad the love of reading never stuck with me.

I much preferred bringing my Hot Wheels tracks to the library and building huge, winding tracks that intersected and climbed the shelves of books.

She looked up at me and squinted. "I love your mom. When I was younger, she always helped me find books, and when I returned them, she talked and talked with me about them. She was a bright light in my dismal childhood."

"She is pretty amazing, and I'm not really surprised you like her. The whole town does." I pulled her up the stairs and stood to the side as she unlocked the door. "Do I get more points since my mom is Sue?" I asked.

She pushed open her door and smiled wide. "I really think you should have started with, Hi, I'm Hail, and my mom is Sue Scott. Would have gotten through a bunch of hurdles."

"Never would have thought my mom would help me to land a girl, but if it works, then I'm good with it." I walked through the door and straight into her kitchen.

"Where did you go to school?" Mary Jay asked. "I don't remember you."

"You wouldn't. I went to school in Branford. They had a better football team, and back then, that was all I cared about."

"That would explain it," she laughed. Before Mary Jay could even shut the door, a loud meow sounded from somewhere in the apartment.

"Tommy," she sang. "I told you I wouldn't be late tonight."

I walked further into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. A plump yellow tabby cat slinked out from under the bed and headed straight for Mary Jay. "Please tell me you call yourself Mama."

"What?" she laughed.

Tommy wove in between her legs and let out a few meows before Mary Jay picked him up and buried her face in his fur.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"Something along the lines of Mama is home."

She moved over to the window over the sink and grabbed a can of cat food off the counter. "You have a mommy fetish?" she asked. She cracked open the can and walked over to a little food dish along the wall by the couch.

"I bet that wasn't initially on your list of questions to ask me," I chuckled.

"You would be correct." She dumped the food into the bowl, and Tommy camped out in front of the bowl and dug in. "And yes, I do sometimes call myself Mama, but now I'm not going to do it in front of you."

I raised my hands. "Fair enough, but for the record, I will not laugh at you." If anything, I would toss her over my shoulder and ravish the hell out of her. "Kiss you, but not laugh at you."

"I'll file that information away for another day." She watched Tommy eat and didn't look up at me. "Here is the awkwardness I was expecting. Let's watch Tommy eat."

"There is nothing awkward between the two of us, babe." I pushed off the counter and slowly stalked toward her. "Though I do think there are other things we could be doing besides watching Tommy eat."

She kept her eyes on the cat, and I could feel her anxiety rise.

"Baby," I cooed. "Look at me."

"This is crazy, Hail. I can't even tell you the last time I had anyone in my apartment, and now you're here." She looked up, and her eyes were like huge saucers. "And the crazy thing is, if you were to leave right now, I don't know what I would do. You've been in my life for an incredibly short time, but somehow, I don't want you to leave, ever."

Her words propelled me faster across the room, and I gathered her in my arms. I buried my face in her hair and inhaled. "Thank fuck, because I feel the same way, babe. I can't tell you how much shit I have been getting from the guys for staring at the damn door downstairs, just waiting for you to walk in."

"Stalker," she jested.

"Call me whatever you want, babe, as long as you're in my arms." My heart raced, and I couldn't go one more second without her lips on mine.

Our lips met, and just like the first time, it felt like coming home.

She leaned back slightly, her breathing uneven, and said, "This doesn't make sense, but I'm not going to fight it, Hail. I've never really had anything good in my life, so I'm going to hold onto this for as long as I can."

I looked into her eyes, which were filled with desire and vulnerability now. "I'll do anything I can to make sure you only have good, Mary Jay. I don't know what you've been through; I hope you tell me, but no matter what it is, know I will die before anything bad ever touches you again."

"Hail," she whispered. "I don't know where you came from or what I did to deserve you, but I fully accept it."

Her lips crashed into mine, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I lifted her into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the bed and tossed her on top of the fluffy comforter. "Take your boots off, babe."

She hastily tore through the laces and kicked her boots off the bed while I did the same. She pulled her baggy sweatshirt over her head and tossed it on the floor.

I knew I should take things slow with Mary Jay, but I wasn't thinking with my head right now, at least not with the head on my shoulders.

She clambered onto her knees and peeled my cut off my shoulders. I grabbed it from her and tossed it on the couch. "That doesn't go on the floor, babe."

"Noted," she laughed. "Respect the vest."

I cradled her face in my hands and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. "Three things I'll always respect. My club, my cut, and you, my ol' lady." Her brow wrinkled, and I could see the wheels in her head turning.

"I am…" She cleared her throat. "Is that you…" She moved out of my reach and sat back on her butt.

"The second my lips touched yours last night, Mary Jay, you were mine. Mine means you're my ol' lady."

"I suppose you did tell me you were going to call me mine," she whispered.

"You good with that, babe?" She was mine, but I didn't want to scare her. Life moved fast when you were in an MC, and that also was true for ol' ladies.

"That's just like being your girlfriend, right?"

"Uh, sort of, but way more." A woman didn't become a member's ol' lady on a whim. It was pretty much like being married in biker. "I'm your ol' man, and you're my ol' lady." That didn't really explain it much more, but it was just something Mary Jay was going to have to experience.

She launched herself into my arms, and I took a step back before she knocked us both to the floor. "Yes," she laughed. "I might need to talk to some of your friends' ol' ladies to make sure I don't mess up, but yes."

"You're the first in the Lost Mavericks, babe. You're going to be the one setting the precedent."

She cringed. "Uh, I'm gonna set the bar pretty low, Hail. I'm a hermit cat lady who only ever really leaves the house to go to work and the grocery store."

I pressed a kiss to her lips. "The cat lady and going to work part is good. We'll work on not being a hermit when you're not working."

"Already trying to change me," she giggled.

Oh, fuck. I didn't want to change a damn thing about her. "Babe, I don't–."

She launched herself at me again, and this time, she pulled me back onto the bed. "I'm joking, Hail. I think getting out of the house more isn't a bad thing. Do you think I'll be able to ride on your motorcycle with you?" Her eyes lit up. "We could get a carrier for Tommy, and he could go for rides with us."

"Whoa, whoa," I laughed. "I was good up until you wanted to bring the cat with us. You're the only one who rides on the back of my bike," I promised.

She laughed happily. "Fine, fine."

I brushed her hair from her face. "You got any more questions before I make you mine?" I asked.

"Uh, no. But I would like to reserve the right to ask any if they pop into my head."

"Mary Jay," I growled. "I'm hoping I'm about to rock your world and keep you speechless."

"Oh," she gasped. Her eyes sparkled, and she looped her arms around my waist. She grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head. "Oh," she whispered. Her eyes raked over my chest, and she trailed her fingers up and down my back.

"Like what you see?"

"Love it," she purred.

I leaned back and popped the button of my jeans. "Clothes off, now," I ordered.

She didn't hesitate. Not even a second. She clambered out of her clothes and sailed them through the air. "Done," she chirped.

I tugged off my pants and pushed them off the bed. I moved back over her and caged her in with my arms. Her hands moved all over my body, trying to feel everywhere at once.

I trailed kisses and caresses over her breasts while my fingers parted the lips of her sweet pussy.

"Hail," she whispered. "I've never…"

I froze, and my eyes connected with hers. She was a virgin?

"No! I have, I totally have done this before," she babbled. "I meant I've never felt this way. It's like my body is on fire, and you're the only thing that can squelch the flames."

"Thank god," I chuckled. "If you were a virgin, we were going to have to go about this in a completely different way." The way of me running for the hills because I was already being selfish by claiming Mary Jay. It would be a whole new level if she hadn't even been with anyone before.

"My V-card was cashed in back in high school, Hail."

I was glad she wasn't a virgin, but I did not need to know any details. My fingers stroked her clit, and her eyes rolled back in her head. "No more talk about being a virgin," I growled. "It's just you and me right now."

"Okay," she sighed. Her legs fell open, giving me complete access to her body.

My fingers worked her clit, bringing her up and then slowing down when she got close to the edge.

She raised her arms over her head and thrust her hips up, begging for more. "Please, Hail, it feels so good."

"Come for me, baby," I urged. My fingers sped up, and her body hummed beneath me. I was the one doing this to her. I was giving her pleasure while she was giving it right back to me. Just watching her was enough to send me right over the edge.

Her small, light moans were the exact thing that could drive a sane man crazy.

My lips trailed kisses along her jaw when my name ripped from her lips, and she finally fell over the edge.

"Hail! Oh my god!" Her hips bucked up, and a tremor rolled through her body.

"Yes, baby," I praised her. "Give it to me." My hand left her soaking wet pussy, and I positioned my dick at the entrance of her pussy. "Are you ready for me?" I didn't want her to come all the way down. In a few minutes, I was going to come, and she was going to come along for the ride.

I pushed inside her and watched my dick fill her.

"Hail," she mewled. "You're so big."

I braced my arms on the bed and slowly pumped in and out. "So fucking wet," I growled. Her pussy was like a vise wrapped around my dick. Each move I made drove me closer to coming and filling Mary Jay. "Get there, baby. Your pussy is so good, I'm not going to last long." I was like a fifteen-year-old having sex for the first time. Six strokes, and I was ready to blow my top.

"Oh god," she groaned. "Please, Hail. You feel so good."

I pick up my pace, slamming into her and getting closer to exploding.

"Harder," she pleaded. "I'm so close."

"You're mine," I growl. "You're MINE!" Her pussy clenched tightly around me, and I empty my load inside her.

"Oh my," she gasped. "Oh." Tremors rock her body, and she tossed her head back as her second orgasm rushed over her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me on top of her. I rolled to the side and gathered her in my arms.

"That was…" she trailed off.

"Amazing?" I offered. "Fucking phenomenal?"

"Either of those fit," she sighed. She laid her head on my chest, and I grabbed the blanket to toss over us.

"You lock the door?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed and burrowed into me. "Locked up tight."

"Good. I don't plan to get out of this bed at least until noon," I mumbled sleepily. "You got plans tomorrow; cancel ‘em."

"Just have to work at four, though one of us is going to have to get up to turn off the lights."

Fuck. "We need to get you that clapper thing." I tossed off the blanket, stalked over to the light switch, and plunged the apartment into darkness.

"Much better," she called. "Now come back to bed."

Mary Jay had burrowed under the blanket and tossed it to the side when I got close.

I slid into bed and pulled her to me. Her back was pressed against my front, and she sighed heavily. "Good night, Mary Jay."

"What's your real name?"

"I thought we were going to sleep," I grumbled.

"That's my last question."

"My name is Hail, babe, but my mom calls me Kevin."

She looked over her shoulder at me. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, babe."

"I like Hail better," she confessed.

"Me, too, babe."

She settled back into me and sighed. "What happens when we wake up, Hail?"

"Same as always, except I'll be there."

The only noise was our slow, steady breathing.

"I like that," she whispered.

I like it, too.

A whole hell of a lot.