CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Maisy

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Maisy

I love Mad Bell.

Have I said that yet?

No?

Okay, fine. I knew I hadn't. I'd thought it a lot, and been feeling it even more when he wasn't around. I'd finally given in to the fact that my life was meant to be with him and I didn't hate a single part of it. Falling in love with him just felt pretty damn natural.

Things might have still been new, and we didn't spend every second together. Which was actually a task since we were forced to be around each other at work. Kidding! I loved working with him. Loved poking him while at work even more. Yeah, that shit wasn't going to stop. Deep down, I knew he secretly loved it.

To my surprise, he'd taken a little step back from work. I hadn't suggested it. I hadn't even hinted at it. That part was all him. He'd decided that time with me was more important than work, though he was still very proud of that kitchen and the food he cooked in it. I was proud of him too. We didn't spend every night together, but we did more often than not. What really got me was that he gave me time to hang with my BFF. He hadn't even met Stella yet— because I was a nervous wreck over the whole thing for some reason and kept putting it off— but he knew how important she was to me. Yeah, I might have talked about her often. He was really good about making sure I didn't lose my friendship with her just because I was in a relationship.

I was still getting comfortable with that word and the whole big deal that came with it.

But the more I thought about it and the more I called Mad Bell my boyfriend, the more my soul felt settled.

He was mine. All mine. No drama. No craziness. No stress.

It might have been early in our relationship, but I could already see the calm, simple life we'd have together.

And it was so perfect.

It would be full of nights where he'd cook dinner, and I'd fall in love with him all over again because it was amazing. Then I'd clean up while he got the beers out and settled into the couch. We'd watch movies together, talking the whole way through because we were both those kinds of people. Half the time we'd be commenting on the movie and half the time we'd be learning new things about each other. Then we'd go to bed and fuck until we passed out tangled together.

It was a great life now and it painted a pretty amazing future.

"See, it's fun to be social," I said as Mad Bell plopped down on one of the couches, instantly pulling me onto his lap. I felt like a teen, and I didn't hate it.

The cookout had been shut down and what little food was left had been packed away. The night was just starting as most of us had moved into the clubhouse.

The lights had been turned down in the main clubhouse room, and we were almost in our own little world on this couch in the corner. I could see some of the action, and a couple of the TVs were on. Of course, the pool tables had lights over them, but it wasn't enough to light up the room.

Mad Bell grunted as he took a pull of his beer.

I wasn't a social butterfly, and Mad Bell was definitely not a people person. That said, I thought this was good for us. Not only as individuals but as a couple too. This was his family, even if sometimes it was hard for him to believe he was a part of it. I wanted to know them. I wanted to show them that I wasn't going to take Mad Bell away from them. Most of the brothers probably already knew that, but it was important to me to be here tonight.

Okay, and maybe I was super curious about what it was like.

You couldn't blame me.

Mad Bell's arm tightened around my waist as he pulled me closer.

"You want to go, say the word," he whispered next to my ear.

Earlier, he'd tried to warn me about how things could get at the clubhouse once the family-friendly hours were over. I had rolled my eyes at him so hard there was no way he missed it. Not only had I seen the prelude to how a lot of the members spent their nights, but I had also been around them long enough to hear the sordid tales of what went on back at the compound. Twigs either didn't notice me at all or figured I was like one of the boys since he wasn't shy when it came to talking about his adventures around me. I had stories stored in my head. Lots of them. Unfortunately.

I reassured Mad Bell I was fine by turning my head and pressing my lips against his. The kiss turned heated instantly. I licked his tongue as he slipped it inside my mouth. He tasted like beer and whiskey, and a hint of mint where he'd run up to his room to brush his teeth. One of the many little things he did for me, that made me fall in love with him more. I'd never ask him to be vegetarian for me, and I didn't think he ever would be, but he knew I didn't like the taste of meat, so he did everything he could to always be kiss-ready for me.

Seriously, I never would have thought Mad Bell would be as sweet and thoughtful as he was.

I thought back to the first day I met him. Payback had interviewed me and hired me on the spot. He'd showed me around and introduced me to the cook that worked in the back. I remembered the brushoff that Mad Bell had given me instantly like it was yesterday.

I'd nearly laughed when Payback had basically told me to shrug it off.

I couldn't simply do that. I wasn't a shrug-it-off kind of woman, not in that type of situation anyway.

I was fucking glad I didn't. I think the real reason Mad Bell fell for me was because I didn't let him get away with shit. I didn't take his shit either.

His hand slid from my hip to the back of my head. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he pulled enough for me to feel a tiny sting as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth again. I moaned, forgetting where we were for a second.

If he kept it up, we were going to end up in his room shortly. As it was, I had been teetering on the edge all day. It had been a full one. First, cooking with the woman, which hadn't been so bad, but it had been a lot. Then, outside watching him man the grill, a quiet pride as he cooked his ribs for his brothers and their families. All I could say, it had been many hours of being close to him but not being able to do the things I wanted to do with him.

"Cool it," I said as I pulled away from his lips.

His eyes were full of lust as he brought his gaze to meet mine. He was so hot when he looked at me like that. I couldn't resist him.

Then I lost his focus. It took my dazed brain a minute to catch on to the fact that he was silently communicating with someone across the room. But when I turned my head to look, I couldn't figure out who it was.

"Is that what you really want?" he asked. His voice was a shuddering rasp in my ear. "You want me to stop?"

After searching my face for a long second, he pulled me in for another kiss. He definitely knew what he was doing, and by his huge boner poking me in the back of the thigh, he was getting as worked up as I was.

The creaking of leather alerted me that someone had entered our bubble. I was quick to pull away from Mad Bell's lips to see what was going on.

Honey wore a slight smirk as he got comfortable on the couch across from us. My cheeks flamed hot, but I wasn't sure if it was from being caught so desperate I was about to ride my man like a cat in heat or the fact that a faceless woman was lowering herself down between his wide-spread legs. Faceless because I could currently only see the back of her head. Long blonde hair was all I got. Oh, and a red thong winking at me from over the waistband of her short denim skirt.

No words were exchanged as she reached for his zipper, but there was a whole lot of conversation going on in the silence. Honey was checking to make sure he'd read something right. Mad Bell was rubbing the skin above the waistband of my faux leather leggings in a way that was almost asking a question. My body lit up with the possibilities of what could happen here in this dark corner. Just the four of us hidden in a room full of people, doing…

"Maze?" Mad Bell asked in my ear as my eyes jumped to where the woman was pulling out Honey's cock. She gave it a few tugs with her hand.

Holy shit! It might have been dark, but his penis was reflecting the light and looking like a damn string of fairy lights. How much metal did he have in his cock? You know what, not my thing and I didn't want to know.

I temporarily forgot that Mad Bell had asked a question in saying my name.

"Yeah," my mouth responded for me.

I had a good feeling about what I was in for, but my brain was slow to catch up.

"You want to show him how beautiful you are when you come for me, Maze?" Mad Bell asked as his fingers slipped inside the waistband of my leggings.

My nipples were tight points, pushing against the confinement of my bra. My back arched as I rolled my hips in an attempt to move his hand lower.

Honey let out a harsh breath, and I opened my eyes, only then realizing that I'd closed them.

The woman on her knees was working his cock now, her mouth wrapped around him, hiding all of his goods from view. I couldn't say why I found that hotter than actually seeing his cock, but I did. I looked up to see his head tilted back. His eyes were slits but I could see a glint aimed in my direction.

"Want to show him how you're such a good slut for me?" Mad Bell rasped in my ear. I shifted until his hard bulge was under my ass, nestled between my cheeks. I rocked my hips as his hand slid further into my leggings, and then beneath my panties.

"Please," I practically whined. Fuck, part of me hated the way he could bring me down to this level.

But I had to be real. This was hot as fuck! I was a slut for him and for everything this moment had to bring. Such a dirty, dirty slut.

"Fuck, babe," he said in my ear as his finger brushed over my swollen clit. "Watch him get off to you gettin' off riding my fingers."

I did as I was told, forcing my heavy lids to stay open as I watched Honey's face. In my peripheral, I saw her working his cock good. Mad Bell pushed a finger inside of me, and I couldn't even feel embarrassed about how easily it slid in. I was soaked. My man was about to fucking get me off in a room full of his brothers, and only one of them was going to know. Well, as long as I could keep quiet, that was.

I had no idea something like this could turn me on so much.

Mad Bell finished his beer and set the bottle down on the side table with a hurried thunk. His newly freed hand was now making a wandering path up my shirt. He pushed the cup of my bra up and pinched my nipple enough to have my back bowing. His fingers were cool and damp from the bottle, and it set my body on fire. I swore he knew how to play my body like a fucking fiddle.

"Watch," Mad Bell said, causing me to force my lids open.

I was turned on in a way I'd never been before. There was something thrilling in knowing I had eyes on me while Mad Bell fucked me with his fingers. But what might have taken the cake was watching Honey watch us while he had someone sucking him off. I couldn't even explain the kind of lust that was rushing through me.

This was so fucking hot.

My man's calloused fingers curled inside of me. There was no shame as I gushed between my legs and let a moan slip past my lips.

"That's it, babe," Mad Bell said near my ear. I rocked my hips, feeling his hard cock between my cheeks. "Let him hear how hot you sound with my fingers inside you. Let him imagine how loud you get ridin' my cock. Let him get a taste of how well you take me."

"Oh, fuck," I breathed out.

It wasn't easy being quiet. And while I knew a lot of the brothers had probably heard us fucking, it was a different story when there were no walls for us to hide behind and pretend we were isolated. Though, in reality, the thought of being heard turned us both on. Or maybe it was simply the fact that people knew we were fucking. It seemed this was working for us too. I couldn't deny it, I liked being right in the middle of a crowded room but hardly no one knew I was about to come.

Honey's eyes raked from the V between my legs to my chest where Mad Bell was pinching my nipple. He couldn't actually see any skin, but it was enough that he knew what was going on. Yeah, it was a thrill knowing that he was getting off on Mad Bell getting me off. His eyes quickly jerked to meet mine. He gave me a quick knowing smirk and a wink before turning his focus back to the spot between my legs where I'd probably soaked through my panties and leggings.

I couldn't tell where I wanted to look. My eyes bounced from Honey's face to take in the way his expression twisted and changed as he watched me to the woman on her knees.

"So fuckin' tight. I can't wait to get inside of you. Can't wait to fuck you and feed you my cum. You're gonna swallow every drop of it, aren't ya? Yeah, you are, 'cause you're such a slut for my cum," Mad Bell said. His lips were soft as they brushed against the shell of my ear. His breath was hot as he spoke. A shiver ran down my spine and I was about to lose control. "Come for me, Maze."

And with that, I shattered. My pussy clamped down on his fingers as he buried them deep inside of me. I couldn't even say if any noises slipped past my lips or how loud they were. For all I knew, I was calling out his name like I was worshiping a god. I mean, it kinda felt like that, not even kidding.

Mad Bell grunted behind me as I continued to rock over his cock. He slid his hands free and held onto my hips so I'd stop moving.

"Keep that up and I'm gonna bust a nut in my pants," he warned.

I smiled. We wouldn't want that. No. I wasn't nearly done with him tonight.

Honey grunted as he thrust up into the woman's mouth. She gagged as she dutifully swallowed his release. When she pulled away to wipe her mouth, he helped her into his lap. I saw the smile on her face as he whispered something into her ear.

"Need to fuck you," Mad Bell said as he stood, hauling me up with him. I barely had my feet on the ground before he started moving toward the exit.

"Night, brother," someone called out as we pushed open the door. I managed a wave over my shoulder.

My back pressed against the wall as he stopped to kiss me. I moaned as I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tightly.

"Yes," I said when I eventually broke the kiss. My lids fluttered open to find him staring down at me like he'd missed something. "I think Hot Mess will like your house." She was a huge fan of Mad Bell, which didn't surprise me. "Yes, I'll move in with you."

If Mad Bell ever looked truly happy, it was this moment right here. It was like the world fell into place for him. Like it was something he'd been waiting for all his life.

It was me saying yes to the start of the rest of our lives. He knew it as much as I did.

I smiled wide before he kissed me again.

"I love you, Joe," I said when our kiss came to a slow end.

Nope. I took it back. This was the moment he looked truly happy.

I was damn close to crying.

I think all I'd ever wanted was to see him happy, even when I'd first met him and he'd been a grumpy asshole and turned his back on me.

"Fuck," he blew out as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and stared into his eyes. "I love you so damn much, Maze. You don't know what it means that you gave me a fuckin' chance. Don't know what it means to hear that you love me back."

"I think I have a pretty good idea," I said with a soft smile. "Now take me upstairs and fuck me like you love me." That didn't sound as hot as I'd hoped it would. "But, like, I'm a love slut for your cock and you love to make me come hard."

He barked out a laugh as he started walking toward the stairs. His hands were on my ass as he carried me.

"What my woman wants, my woman shall get," he replied. "Always."