Zahirah Chapter 10

I knew what I was doing was moving us to a whole different level, and it was fast, super fast, but I didn't care. I wasn't able to slow it down or regret it. Would I pay for it? Maybe, but the possibility still wouldn't deter me.

"I'm not regretting any of what we're doing. I know it's crazy, but I don't. Is it fast? Yes, it is, and I know it, but I don't care. I want to be with you so much. I just want you to be sure you want to be with me and to have a relationship with all of us, not just me. Nothing would make me happier than spending time with you every day and going to bed in your arms. I hope that's not too forward."

His incredulous expression changed to a concerned one. He shook his head. "God no, Zari, it's not forward, and it's exactly how I feel. Of course, I want to be with you, and I mean all of you. As for seeing you every damn day and going to bed with you at night, hell yeah. I'd love nothing more. Fuck, are you saying you'll be mine? You've got to be sure ‘cause it's a big thing in my world."

"So tell me what it means in your world if I say yes."

He held my gaze as he explained. I was happy he didn't move away. "It means you'd be my old lady. The club would have to vote you in, which I know they will. It's a lifelong commitment, Zari. There's no changing your mind later. Once it's done, you're mine. We have issues. We work them out. You'd be given a property cut like the ones you saw the other old ladies wearing that day you were at the clubhouse. We'd live together. Every part of our lives would combine."

"Okay, when you say lifelong, does that mean you want kids? If you do, how does that work when having them? You give them your last name?"

This question made him move away. Damn, I'd said something wrong. I was just trying to understand. I heard Agony, Dare, and Knight refer to their women as old ladies and wives, but wives must mean something different in the MC world. Truthfully, if we were to have kids, which I would love, I'd prefer to be married. Yes, old-fashioned of me, but there it was. I rushed to explain before he could speak.

"I'm not saying I won't be with you, but I've always wanted children. In order to have them, I want to be married to their father. This isn't me demanding you marry me. It's not. You just need to know we can be together but might not have children." It would hurt not to, but I wanted him slightly more than I wanted to have children. I'd always have Aliya and Arif. They were like mine in my heart.

"Stop. Not another word until I say this," he ordered. I clamped my mouth shut. He didn't appear happy.

"Yes, you'd be my old lady, but I wouldn't stop there. Marriage is a definite for me down the road. It's that way for all of us, although it's not in every club. For bikers, being our old lady or old man, if that's the case, is more binding than an actual marriage, so some don't bother. As for kids, yes, I want some. They'll have my last name because their mother will, unless that's not how it is in your culture. We'll need to figure out a compromise if it isn't."

Happiness filled me, and I had to share it. I reached up and yanked him down to me. He let out an oomph right before I kissed him. He growled, and then I was lost in his kiss. He not only kissed me, but he was kneading my breasts and then teasing my nipples as he ground himself into my core. I marveled at what he felt like. Unless I was mistaken, he was sporting a very decent-sized cock. We stayed this way for several minutes until he pulled away again.

"Is that all acceptable to you?" he asked.

"Yes!"

"Think about it. Don't let passion overrule your common sense. You have to be sure."

"I am. Are you letting passion go to your head?" I asked.

"No, I already decided on this days ago."

"Then we agree."

"Thank God. Now we have to talk about a couple more things. Will you move in now?"

"I need to talk to the kids. This decision affects them, too. If they aren't ready for it, we'll have to get them there," I cautioned him.

"I can agree as long as they know I'll stay here if they're not ready to move. I'll sleep on the couch, so no worries."

"I'm not worried. Anything else?"

"Yeah, I need to know something personal. Are you a virgin?"

Hearing him ask cooled my ardor. I pushed on his chest. He reluctantly moved off me. I sat up. I hoped my answer wouldn't change his mind about us. It wasn't as if I could do anything about it. I glanced down at my hands in my lap.

"I'm not. I'm traditional in a lot of ways, and while I believe in having more than physical desire in order to sleep with someone, I don't go as far as to believe you have to be married to have sex. When I was twenty-two, there was a guy I was dating. I thought we were headed for marriage, and I had affection for him. We ended up sleeping together." I paused.

"Okay, so what happened to him?" His voice was gruff.

"It ended when I discovered I wasn't special. He wasn't just seeing me. There were other women. He didn't understand why I was upset when I confronted him. He then explained he wasn't ever planning to get married, and I could accept he wouldn't be monogamous or not. I chose not. That's one thing I still won't accept, Brody. I forgot to tell you that." I was back to gazing at my hands.

"I want you to look at me."

I swallowed hard before raising my head. He had such a serious expression on his face. "Has there been anyone since him?"

"No."

"Just so you understand, fidelity is a must for me too. I won't share. I'll be faithful to you and expect the same from you. I don't hold him against you, either. I'd be a hypocrite if I did. You've slept with one man. I wish I could say I've only been with one woman, but I haven't. Does that change your mind about me? I've never cared for any of them. It was just sex, as bad as admitting it makes me sound."

" Azizi , most men aren't virgins and have several sexual partners. It's expected and even encouraged that men do. Depending on who you are and where you live, it's not the same for us women. I'm happy you didn't care for any of them, which makes me sound like a hypocrite."

"No, it doesn't. I do hate that you even had affection for the dumbass who cheated, but I'm glad he did, or you wouldn't be with me. It'll be my life goal to make sure you feel more for me than you ever did for him."

"No worries. You've already accomplished that by a long way."

"Music to my ears. One more thing, then I want another kiss."

"What?" I asked with a smile. Kissing sounded good to me, real good.

"What does azizi mean?"

"Oops, sorry, there I go again. It means honey, sweetie, baby, that sort of thing."

He hummed. "Mmm, I like that. Feel free to call me that as much as you want. Only let me know if you use curse words, will ya?" He grinned.

I laughed. "I promise."

"Then it's settled. We'll talk to the kids later. I hope you don't expect me not to kiss you. I can wait for us to sleep together in the biblical sense, but I'll die if I can't at least kiss and sleep beside you, if that's alright."

"Kisses and sharing a bed, I think I can allow that." The giggle I let escape turned into a moan when he rolled over to cover me again, and then he kissed me.

???

Finally, we were alone. Both of us took Arif and Aliya to school. Twisted ensured they both had his number, and he warned Aliya to call if those boys or their friends started any trouble. She swore she would. I was thrilled and slightly nervous when he informed me he wasn't going to work and planned to stay with me all day. He said we had things to work on. I knew one of the top ones I wanted us to work on.

We'd been back about an hour, and I'd been working up my nerves. I'd finally gotten it. It was time to do it. Twisted left me to do some work while he checked out the cameras and talked to Wire about some kind of motion detector alarm. Hoping he was done, I opened my bedroom door and called down to him. My work desk was tucked in the corner of my room. There wasn't an extra spot for an office.

"Brody, can you come up here when you're done?"

"Sure can. Be right up," he called back.

I paced as I waited for him. I heard him coming down the hall a minute later, so I stopped. As he entered the bedroom, he had a smile on his face. "Are you done working already?"

"I have a confession to make. I haven't been working," I blurted out—w ay to go.

He gave me a puzzled look. "Then what have you been doing? I thought you said you had to work?"

"I did say that, but I lied. I needed time to get ready."

"Ready for what?"

"This," I said before I walked up to him and pressed against him. To make sure he knew what I wanted was more than a kiss, I slid my hand between us and rubbed between his spread legs. His eyes widened, and heat entered them.

"Zari, just so you know, if you do that again, I'm stripping you naked and then having my way with you. If you're not ready for it to go that far yet, stop," he warned me.

He was growing hard under my hand. To answer him, I squeezed gently. He let out a growl, then I was scooped up, and he headed for my bed. He laid me down but didn't join me. Instead, he stood beside it and took off his shirt. His cut was downstairs on the hook by the door. He'd removed it when we got home. He proceeded to strip everything else off except his underwear. The form-fitting briefs were molded to a very impressive bulge. I wanted to see him so badly that I reached out to pull them down, but he backed away.

"Not yet. You have too many clothes on. First, I need some of yours off, then we can get totally naked at the same time."

"Okay."

I wiggled until I was standing beside the bed. As I lifted my shirt, his hands pushed mine away, and Twisted took it the rest of the way off. He paused to look at me before going for my pants. I had on a pair of stretchy ones. He hooked the waist with his thumbs, then slowly lowered them to my feet. I held on to his shoulder as I stepped out of them. I wasn't wearing any socks. Unless it was freezing cold, I didn't. I hated to wear anything on my feet if I didn't have to. He didn't come back to his feet, though. Instead, he stayed crouched, and he excruciatingly slowly ran his hands up the outer part of my legs. He began at my ankles, playing with the charm anklet I wore, and then he moved upward.

His calloused fingers felt good on my skin. When he reached my panties, I thought he would stop to take them off, but he didn't. However, he did run his fingers across my mound, and I moaned. He smirked before continuing up over my stomach and ribs to my breasts. He traced my nipples through the fabric, making them harden even more before he teased his fingers up to my face. He used his hands to draw me against him and then kissed me. I enjoyed the sensation of his hard cock pressing into my stomach. I wiggled against him, which made him groan. He broke the kiss pretty quickly.

"That was naughty, love."

"Then give me what I want, Azizi ."

He lowered his hands and ran them behind my back, where the hooks were on my bra. He undid them, then slipped his fingers underneath the straps and lowered them. A swing of his arm had it landing across the room. He moved back so he was able to see me. He had a look of wonder on his face as he kneaded my breasts and tugged on my nipples, making me whimper.

"Please," I begged him. I was burning up. My panties were so wet.

He let go. "On the count of three, take off those panties," he ordered.

I nodded. It was all I could do to wait for him to say three. As soon as he did, I shoved them down and stepped out of them as soon as they hit my feet. I ended up almost falling, but not because my panties tripped me. It was due to seeing his cock for the first time. Oh my God.

It was true I'd only ever seen one in person, but I wasn't totally innocent. I'd seen naked men online and in some dirty films. They had nothing on him. Not only did his appear larger, but I'd always thought a man's cock was kinda weird looking. His cock wasn't. It was long and well-formed. The large head was dark red and smeared with precum. Along the length were veins, and below, his sack hung low. He kept it well-trimmed, too. I wanted to touch him and feel him in my mouth, which was something I hadn't done.

When I came out of my stupor, I realized he was studying me. It was probably a good thing I hadn't been totally with it because my nerves would've made me hide under the covers. Of course, seeing his eyes on my body made me ready to do it. Without a thought, one arm came up while the other went down.

"Don't you dare cover yourself up! I need to look longer," he growled.

I gulped. "W-why?"

"'Cause I can't believe what I'm seeing. That something so beautiful, sexy, and perfect is all mine. Jesus, I don't think I'll ever be able to let you wear clothes."

His tone made me giggle. He glanced up at my face. "I'm not joking. Do you think anyone would notice if we stayed in the bedroom all day, every day so that you could be naked? Maybe the club will raise the kids for us," he muttered.

"Brody, you'd get bored with seeing me and being unable to do stuff."

"No, I wouldn't, but I guess we can't. I doubt anyone would feed us. They'd be too petty because they had to leave their wives, or if they didn't have a wife, they'd be jealous of my fortune."

"Stop being silly. Come to me. I'm dying here. You're not the only one with a craving. I want to touch you and more."

"I warn you, I'm not sure how much I can let you touch right now. I might explode, and I sure don't want to do that until I'm inside of you. Lie back on the bed for me."

I shuffled back and then did as he wanted. Once I was down, he got on the bed next to me. He lay on his side and raised himself on his elbow. He used his other hand to run his fingers over my nipples. I sighed as he tugged and tweaked them, but my sighs turned to moans when he lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth. His tongue lashed it like he did when he fought with my tongue.

As he sucked the one, he kept working the other with his deft fingers. The moisture between my legs grew. I was practically shaking. When he switched sides, I'd had enough. No more hands to myself. I might not be the most skilled at this, but I wanted to try and give him pleasure, too. I decided to see if he liked his nipples touched. I made circles around his several times before running across them, and then I gave each of them a twisting tug. He let out a moan.

Encouraged, I did it a few more times before I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest and traced some of his tattoos. He had them on his arms and chest. They were mainly black and gray ones with a few in color. From there, I ran my hand down to his stomach. He had rock-hard abs. I traced them, too. I wondered how many hours a week he had to spend in the gym to get and keep those along with all the other muscles he had.

That thought blew away when he lifted his head and kissed his way down to my stomach. Only he didn't stop there long. He kissed my stomach and flicked his tongue in my belly button before continuing. Now, I was super nervous. Would he want to taste me? I'd only had oral sex a few times. The first guy never seemed to like it. I got my answer when he pushed my legs apart and then moved so he was lying between them. He was staring right at me, right there. God. He slowly ran a finger from my mound down between my lips. As he grazed over my clit, I cried out.

"Jesus, you're so wet and responsive," he uttered as he circled my clit over and over but not quite touching it again. He was winding me tighter and tighter. I was ready to scream at him to get to it. What I was feeling must've shown on my face because he chuckled and grazed my clit, which sent my hips jerking up off the mattress. He did it again, then went back to his maddening circles. I let a growl of displeasure escape. He looked up at me with an innocent look.

"Is there something wrong, love?"

Deciding two could play, I smiled and shook my head. "No, but I think I need to make a phone call."

He frowned. "Now? To whom?"

"To a man who can give me what I want. Surely there's one out there," I said sweetly.

He let out a deep growl, and then I let out a loud, startled cry because he literally attacked me. He wasn't overly rough. No, he concentrated his mouth on my clit. He sucked and flicked it several times with his tongue as he ran his fingers up and down my folds. I thought it couldn't get any better, and then he purred. I mean, he actually purred at the same time as he inserted a finger inside of me. I came. I shook as pleasure washed through me.

If I thought it would make him stop, boy, I was wrong. He kept licking, sucking, nibbling, and purring as he thrust in and out, adding more fingers as he went. I was sure I was putting holes in my sheets with my nails the way I was gripping them so hard. I kept crying out, and when I could get enough oxygen, I was begging him.

" Rajaa , oh Allah , you have to stop! It's too much."

He paused long enough to say, "I'm sorry, but I don't know all those words."

I had to think about what I'd said for a few seconds. "I said please, oh God, you have to stop! It's too much."

"Zari, if you can recall verbatim what you said, I'm not doing enough," he informed me before he went back to driving me out of my mind. After a second orgasm, which was even more intense than the first, I had to make him stop. I grabbed the top of his hair. He raised his head and a brow at me. I was panting like I'd run a race.

"I-I can't take more. I need a rest. I want to touch you."

He groaned as if he was in pain. "Baby, I don't know if that's wise. I'm so turned on right now. Your sweet cries and your taste and smell have me wild."

"Please," I begged.

He slowly got up and then moved to lie beside me on his back. I wiggled into position so I was able to look down at his cock. I gulped. I swore it was even bigger than it had been. The head was a reddish-purple color. Even more precum coated it, and the veins became more prominent. I ran my finger down his length. It jumped. Tracing the veins then around his balls, I watched in fascination as his cock twitched and practically throbbed. I did it a couple of times before I couldn't resist anymore. I had to find out what he tasted like. Another first for me.

Gripping him gently at the base, I held it upright and lowered my head. His breath hitched. I swirled my tongue around the head, gathering up the cum. As I swallowed, I thought about what I was smelling and tasting. It had a faint odor, but the taste wasn't dreadful or anything close to terrible. It was slightly salty and sweet. I did it again. This elicited a groan out of him.

"Zari, suck it or stop. No more teasing."

Hoping I'd do it right, I closed my mouth around him and sucked on the head. His groan came again. Encouraged by the sound, I took more of him inside. Recalling what I'd seen in videos, I slid my mouth up and down. Each time I went down, I let more of him slide in. I was gaining courage when I was gripped under the arms and lifted off him.

"What did I do wrong?" I asked in a panic. Had I hurt him?

He rolled me onto my back and came over on top of me. His face was tight, and sweat was on his forehead. "Not a goddamn thing. I can't hold out any longer. I need you. I've got to be inside of you. You wouldn't happen to be on birth control, would you?" I heard a hopeful tone in his voice.

"No, I'm not."

"It's okay. I have a few condoms. Let me grab one." He got off the bed, which left me feeling bereft. As he got into his pants pocket, I had to ask.

"Why did you sound like you wanted me to say I was on birth control?"

As he came back to me, he smiled. "Because I wanted to experience being inside you without anything between us. It's alright." He tore open the packet and then expertly rolled it down his cock.

"Does it feel better to you if you don't?" With my one boyfriend, we'd always used a condom, and he'd never asked to go without.

"I have no idea. I've never done it. Now, where was I?" he asked, then smirked and got back on the bed. He kneeled between my legs, watching my face. "Are you ready?" Twisted asked.

"Yes, I'm more than ready."

He pressed my legs even wider apart then slightly back. I felt him touch my entrance, and then slowly, he pushed inside. It had been eight years since I'd had sex. Sure, I'd pleasure myself, and I had a few toys, but they didn't feel anything like he did. He stretched me until it burned, but I didn't want him to stop.

"Zari, babe, Christ, you're so damn tight. You're like a fist."

"Is that good?"

"Good? It's great. I hope I don't embarrass myself and come too soon. Shit."

He kept sliding in and then out until he eventually made it entirely inside of me. He paused. I was glad because I needed to get used to how he stretched and filled me.

"Are you alright?" he asked in concern.

"Yes, I just have to get used to you. It's been a long time."

"Damn, I tried to go slow. You should've said something."

"It's not bad."

He went to retreat. I quickly caged his hips in with my legs and held him there. "Don't. If you leave me, I swear I'll cry."

"I don't want to make you cry, honey, but I sure don't want to hurt you either."

"You're not. Move. I need to feel you. Please," I whimpered.

Unconsciously, I flexed my inner muscles. Twisted growled, and the fire in his eyes increased, so I did it again. I knew he would give me what I needed the moment he broke. I unlocked my legs. He pulled back, and then he began to stroke in and out. It only took a few times to have me building to an orgasm. He felt incredible.

I ran my nails down his chest lightly. This set him off, and he thrust harder and faster. "Do it again," he ordered gruffly, so I did, then I tweaked his nipples.

He groaned and sped up even more. The next thing I knew, he was pushing my legs up closer to my chest, and he was pounding into me. A few minutes later, I let out a scream as I came. As I did, he thrust frantically over and over before he froze. He jerked as he grunted. His eyes stared into mine the whole time he came. I don't know how long we stayed like that or how long we orgasmed, but when we were done, I was limp and exhausted.

Twisted remained buried as he panted for air. He shook his head and had an expression of wonder. "It's a good thing we didn't go bare."

"Why?"

"Because if we had, I would've died from an overload of pleasure. I've never come that hard in my life. You'll be the death of me."

"Well, we'd better figure out who gets the kids because you'll be the death of me. Can you die from overloading your brain with pleasure?"

He laughed, which made him wiggle inside of me. We both groaned and then he slipped out. He pulled out the rest of the way, got up, and went to the bathroom. He came back a minute later looking odd.

"What's with that look?"

"Remember when I asked about birth control, and we talked about kids earlier?"

"Yes, do you want me to get on something so you can experience being bare?" I wouldn't mind finding out myself if it felt better.

"Well, maybe we should wait and see first."

"Why?"

"I don't know if it can be harmful if you're pregnant to take anything. We should stick to condoms until we know for sure if I just knocked you up."

"What!?" I said, shooting upright in bed.

"The condom broke. I'm sorry. I've never had that happen before, and I know it's not old. I just put that in there."

"Oh, really. You had to replace the one you used, did you? If it's been that soon since your last time, we should get tested too," I said, getting upset at the thought he'd been with another woman recently, even if, realistically, he'd only known me a short time. As he came toward me, I scooted off the bed on the opposite side. I grabbed my robe, which was on the chair, and put it on. When I tried to go to the bathroom, he blocked my path.

"I need to go clean up and get dressed. Move."

"I'm not moving, and you're not going anywhere until you let me explain. You're mad for no reason."

"I do have a reason. I wasn't smart. I should've ensured we were both tested and clean before doing this. I should've gotten on birth control in case a condom broke."

"There's no need to get tested. I'm clean, and just so you know, the last woman I was with was well before I even met you. I put that in there in the hope I might get to use it one day, with you, no one else. As for the condom breaking, sure, you could've gotten on something, but this was spontaneous for us. I only suggested it since you're not ready to have kids yet. When you're ready, we'll go for it."

"I'm not ready? What about you? You're not ready to have them either."

He stood there watching me, but he wasn't agreeing with me. "Right?" I asked.

"If I'm being honest, I don't care if you do get pregnant. The only reason I wore the condom was I knew you weren't ready for them. If you were, we would've gone bare."

"Have you lost your mind!? You can't be serious. Guys run at the thought of getting a woman pregnant. They shake in fear when a condom breaks and rush out to get the morning-after pill. If the woman does get pregnant, it has to be after they've been together for a long time, and even then, they're not sure."

He smirked at me, the moron. I shrieked in outrage and shoved him so he'd move. He didn't. Instead, he grabbed my arm and tugged me to him. Enclosed in his arms, I couldn't get away, no matter how much I struggled.

"Let go and stop smirking at me," I snarled.

"No. I won't until you calm down and listen to me. Maybe a lot of men are just as you described, but not me and not the bikers I know. Most of our friends, including Agony, Knight, and Dare, got their women pregnant practically immediately. We'd be keeping up the tradition. I'd be ecstatic if you wanted a baby right away. However, we can make sure you don't, and you can take one of those pills you mentioned."

As I calmed down and listened to what he said, I realized he was telling the truth.

"You mean it. Wow, I can't believe it. Surely, I won't need to after one time. Besides, I don't want to take that pill."

"Are you sure? You can get knocked up after one oops. I know plenty who have. I'll wait until you're sure you're ready before we go without anything. Just know the morning-after pill is one thing, but I don't believe in abortions as a rule. If we wait and you're pregnant, then I can't let you get rid of it."

"I would never do that!"

"Hey, don't get pissed again. I'm merely being honest. Now, are we done fighting, Storm?"

"Storm?"

"Yeah, the way you flared up at me, I thought I was about to be caught in a storm."

His silliness made me laugh. He grinned and then eased away. "Let's go get you washed up. If we're quick about it, we have time for another round before we get the kids."

Just like that, I was over my anger. "I'll race you," I told him a second before I took off running. He shouted and came after me. Things would never be dull with him around.