Zahirah Chapter 14

As Twisted kissed me, I wasn't able to hold back. I knew we hadn't fully resolved the big issue, but after listening to the old ladies, plus the bits Dare, Knight, and Agony said and the things Twisted said, I wasn't feeling as upset as I was. Maybe him admitting he loved me and not just as a way to calm me down had helped more than I knew. I was very wary in some ways. I didn't want this to implode on me. In a short time, he'd come to mean so much to me and even the kids. I did love him, and it was scary to contemplate, but less so when he was in the same boat as me. I whimpered when he broke the kiss. I tried to pull his mouth back to mine, but he shook his head.

"Zari, I want to get lost with you, I do, but not until I know we've resolved what had you threatening to leave me. Tell me what else I can say or even do that will show you that I mean everything I said. You're the only woman I need or want. I love you. I haven't said it, but I love Arif and Aliya too. Whatever it takes." The pleading tone told me he was deadly earnest, and if I had any doubt, his expression backed it up.

I rubbed my thumb over his mouth. He kissed it. "Brody, I can't think of anything you can say or do that will remove every ounce of my fear and insecurities. I know there's no guarantee in life."

"There aren't. I still want you to move into the house, but if you want to wait, we can, just not for months and months. I won't be able to stand it. If you stay here, I stay too, and you agree to spend a lot more time at the compound so you know how much you'll see or have to interact with any of those women. You'll come and attend a party night while the kids can hang out at my house. They'll be safe and away from any action. You can observe what goes on. Ask questions. Hell, if you want to punch any of them in the mouth, go for it. The compound is our home, yours too. They're merely guests and can be asked to leave, even the bunnies."

His willingness to open it all up to me and to let me get used to the idea appealed to me. I wasn't excited to have to do it, but I had to be fair. The way I lashed out at him hadn't been. He hid it from me, and I understood why. He'd been worried my reaction would be what it was. Successful relationships were said to be made up of compromises on both sides. Here would be the first big one for us. He was watching me closely.

I gave him a brief smile. "If I agree to all that, will you go back to kissing me?" I negotiated.

His look of relief quickly changed to a smirk. "Storm, if you agree to all of it, I'll do a helluva lot more than kiss you."

"Oh, you will? Like what?" Just the thought of the possibilities made my body tighten.

"I'm better at showing than telling, but I can say this much. It'll make you scream and beg, and I promise you, you'll want more," he said in a sensual purr.

I shuddered as desire flashed through me. Without thought, I pushed my thumb into his mouth. As he sucked on it, I took the other hand and ran it down his body to the zipper of his jeans. I tugged suggestively on the tab. He let out a growl, and then I was suddenly spun, so I landed on my back on the bed, and he was hovering over me. He did it so fast and effortlessly that I gasped.

"Last chance. If you don't tell me no, I'm stripping you bare and having my wicked way with you," he warned.

I raised my arms over my head as I smirked at him. "Wicked it is."

I let out a startled squeak as he lifted himself up enough to grasp the edges of my top. Then he yanked, and buttons went flying in every direction. "Brody!"

"Don't worry. I know how to sew. I'll put them back on or buy you a new one. It's your fault. You make me so hungry for you I can't wait or think straight."

The next couple of minutes were filled with us struggling to divest each other of our numerous pieces of clothing. Of course, as eager and horny as we were, every single piece was too much trouble. I had to assert myself to get a chance to remove any of his. He kept trying to take control and only remove mine. It caused us to get into a pseudo-wrestling match. He could've won by sheer strength, but we had fun, and he let me win some. By the time we were both naked, I was even more turned on and more than ready to play.

If I thought he'd jump straight into sex, I was proven wrong. Instead, he rolled onto his side. Leaning up on my elbow, I gave him a puzzled look. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I just want to ask you something."

"Alright, what?"

"When you're alone, do you ever pleasure yourself?"

I felt my cheeks flush hot. "I'm not answering that!"

"Why not? We should be able to share these kinds of things. If it helps, I do. Since I've met you, I've been pleasuring myself like mad. I'd think about you before I went to sleep, while I slept, and as soon as I woke up. I went through a lot of lube until you gave yourself to me," he confessed without any shame that I could tell.

It was a bit freeing for me. I might be relatively inexperienced in most ways, but I had plenty of thoughts and desires. "You're right. We should be able to share these kinds of things. Yes, when I'm alone, I pleasure myself."

"How? With your fingers, or do you like to use toys? Do you ever watch movies?"

"First, this isn't something I grew up being able to speak of as you can imagine. Mainly, it was touching myself until I actually knew what sex was about. After that, I added some toys, too, and yes, I've seen movies, though not a ton. Do you watch movies? Do they turn you on?" I wasn't the only one who was gonna share everything.

"Yes, I've watched my share of movies and videos, and they do excite me, but not nearly as much as thoughts of you or being with you do. Where do you keep your toy chest?" he asked as he got off the bed.

"W-why?" I asked stupidly.

"Because I want to see what you have, and then I want you to show me what you do with them," he said as he reached down to tug on his erect cock. I wasn't able to contain my moan. He did it again as he scanned my body and licked his lips.

"Is that something that gets you hot?" I asked him.

"Has it? I've never asked or cared to watch a woman do it. But you, mmm, I have no doubt it'll make me hot. Just thinking about you doing it or watching a movie with you makes me even harder. Where?"

"There's a key in my stand there. At the top of my closet is a blue trunk. They're in there. I had to keep them out of sight of curious kids."

He let a deep groan loose. In a couple of blinks, he went from the drawer to the trunk. He lifted it down and then brought it to the chair beside my bed. He unlocked it and then lifted the lid. I watched him study the contents. There wasn't anything too exciting in it. I bet he knew of and had used plenty more. I pushed away this thought. I didn't want to think about him and other women too much.

He glanced over at me. When he glanced back, he reached inside and came out with a couple of things. As he did, I squeezed my thighs together. He was holding a dildo and a clit stimulator with two interchangeable heads. Both toys had gotten me off numerous times.

"Stay right where you are. I'll be back," he said, and then he was gone.

Moments later, I heard the water come on in the bathroom. Determining he was washing them, I took a chance. I had time, and I pinched both nipples and kneaded my breasts before dropping my hands. I had to fight not to moan aloud. It felt so good, and I was dying to come. When he was back, I was more than ready for him to use them both on me. I doubted I'd last long.

He came back and sat on the bed. "Spread your legs," he ordered.

He didn't need to ask twice. I did it eagerly. However, he didn't put either one near my pussy. Rather, he held them up. "I know what this one is." he wiggled the dildo. "But I'm not sure what this is," he then wiggled the stimulator.

"That's for my clit. You change out the heads. One sucks, and the other with the three prongs vibrates. It's called a French kiss suck and play."

"Damn. Do you like one more than the other?"

"Not really." Just seeing him hold them and the thought of him using them on me had my pussy so slick.

"Which one do you want to demonstrate for me first?" he asked.

"I demonstrate?"

"Yeah, you. I want you to show me what you'd do when you were all alone in your bed, all horny and aching to be fucked. I want to see how you like it. Make yourself come for me, Zari. If you do, I promise I'll make you come even harder and longer."

I moaned and squirmed at the thought. Could I do it? I knew how it typically felt and how it made me get off, but if it earned me one of his orgasms, oh my God. Deciding to go all out, I told him. "Put the sucking head on that one but give me the dildo first."

He did as I asked. When I took the five-inch phallus from him, I watched his face as I ran it up and down my folds, getting it nice and wet. He was watching intently. When it was sufficiently lubricated, I eased it inside my pussy. I whimpered. It was nowhere near his size, but it still felt good. I started out slowly, thrusting it in and out. As I watched the desire on his face and the heat in his eyes build, I sped up.

A few minutes later, I was winding up for the big finale. My entire body was tingling and tight. Wanting to come in a huge way and show him what I loved the most, I hoarsely demanded of him, "Hand me the other one."

He did it jerkily. Taking it from him, I turned it on, made sure he was watching, then pressed it to my clit. As it sucked on my hard nub and my other hand fucked my pussy with the dildo, I ramped up even faster. I was panting so hard I was barely able to catch my breath.

I heard him groan then I saw him fist his cock and stroke it a few times. It was too much for me. I came in a gush. I fought not to scream too loud as I writhed on the bed. I came hard and long. As I began to relax sometime later, I was shocked when he tore the clit sucker away and pulled the dildo out of me. He flung them aside before grabbing my hips and flipping me over. I was yanked so my lower half was off the bed then he was pushing his much bigger cock inside of me. I muffled my scream into the mattress.

As he pounded inside of me, he raggedly whispered. "That was so fucking hot to watch. Christ, the way you came. Seeing you work both of them to bring yourself off, goddamn. I'm ready to blow. Zari, my love, you feel so incredible. You're so wet, scorching hot, and tight as a fist. I need you to come with me. Tell me what you need to come. Hurry," he muttered.

I unburied my mouth and glanced over my shoulder at him. He appeared feverish, and he was watching his cock go in and out of me. I flexed my inner muscles. He moaned, and then he gave me a warning glare.

"Brody, I need you to take me hard. I want you to make me come so hard I can't move afterward. Give me your glorious cock like our lives depend on it."

His fingers bit into my hips as he tightened them. "You asked for it. Tell me if it's too much," he hissed a second before he started to piston in and out. He was going deeper than he had the prior times, and the head of his cock was rubbing hard over a spot inside, which was making me feel insane. Careening toward what I knew was the best orgasm of my life, I clenched around him again and again as I thrust my hips back to drive myself onto his cock. A minute or less of that and I peaked. As I did and I screamed myself hoarse into the mattress, he froze, then his hips bucked repeatedly, and he grunted as he came.

I wasn't able to move or think when I finished coming. I remained limp on the bed. He was breathing as harshly as I was, and he was hunched over my back. He kissed the back of my neck, causing me to shiver. "You're out of this world, Storm. God, I love you."

"I love you too, Brody. So much, it's kinda scary, and I have no words for what you just did to me."

"Same here. I don't wanna move but if I don't, I'll fall because I can't feel my legs," he said with a rueful chuckle.

As I giggled, he moaned, and then I whimpered as he left me. I hated to lose him. He flopped down next to me. As he did, he gave me a slightly apprehensive smile.

"What?" I asked sleepily.

"It's your fault."

"What's my fault?"

"The fact that I lost my mind. Don't hate me, but we forgot something. If the first time didn't knock you up, this one probably did."

That's when it hit me. He'd felt different, and it wasn't only due to how turned on he got me. He hadn't used a condom.

" Azizi , I can't get mad at you. I didn't remember it either, but I'm not too worried. I got a birth control shot. We should be fine."

He frowned. "I thought you were gonna wait until after we knew for sure you weren't pregnant from the first time? What if you are, and it hurts the baby?"

"Calm down, it's fine. I called and talked to my doctor. She assured me lots of women get pregnant while on birth control, and it doesn't harm the baby. I was gonna tell you after it went into effect, but then it slipped my mind. I'm sorry. Don't be mad. I would've never taken it if she said there was a chance it could be harmful."

"How long does it take to go into effect?"

"Seven days, which is today, as a matter of fact."

He rolled closer. "So that means I don't ever have to use one of those damn condoms again. Nothing between us is the only way to go, Zari. After knowing what it's like without one, I couldn't do it. And knowing it has me thinking of another sample, just so I can be sure." He smirked. I moaned, but it wasn't an objection. I would never say no to his lovemaking, even if I wasn't able to move or feel my body afterward. He drew me to him and gave me a kiss.

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Apprehension filled me as I sat in the common room of the clubhouse. It took some convincing from Twisted to get me here. I was sure the whole club knew about the fit I threw over the bunnies and other women, and they either resented me or were disappointed in me. He'd assured me several times they felt nothing but friendship and wouldn't hold it against me.

"Zari, babe, they don't resent you, and they aren't disappointed. And I know damn well no one hates you or doesn't want you around. You did nothing wrong. You didn't go off on me in front of my brothers, which isn't the way to handle things, just so you know. It was in private. As for Agony and the others coming to the house, you reached out to a friend and my president. They chose to bring the other two couples since they knew they'd understand. It's not like you're the first old lady to object or have a problem with them, and you won't be the last. Hopefully, those who remain will learn from how boneheaded Agony, Knight, Dare, and I were and talk to their women early. I hope, but don't hold your breath, just in case," he joked.

His assurance and joking were what finally got me to agree to this moment. It was Saturday night. The kids were at his house having a movie night and all settled happily into it and their sleeping arrangements. Since we hadn't moved in yet, he had inflatable beds brought in for them, and they weren't the cheap kind. He let them pick which bedroom they wanted to be theirs. Both had already been bugging me about when we would be moving. I hadn't told them I was the holdup and why. Tonight might decide it one way or the other. I was staying in the clubhouse after the children, and anyone else who chose to leave would be gone, and the others came.

I was nervous for another reason—one Joli had talked me into. I'd talked to all the old ladies about my fears, and as we discussed them and other things, things about each other, Joli had latched onto an idea. I tried to tell her it wasn't the time or place, but she begged me to bring my stuff and to do it. The others agreed. If I got the nerve to do what they wanted, I prayed Twisted wouldn't hate it.

Looking around the room, I noted it seemed like the other times I'd been here. It was filled with talk, low music, and laughter. Some were having a drink. A pool game would happen from time to time. At the moment, I was with Twisted, and we were talking to Mace and Bones. Mace explained how he and Twisted prospected together, which led them to become best friends.

It was after ten o'clock. The kids were all tucked in bed or, in my case, watching movies. Twisted had made sure they had plenty of snacks, and he had unlimited movies for them to enjoy. The others were in the care of Tana and Mercy. I discovered Mercy was Micah's aunt, who was here with his boyfriend, Austin. Austin was a physical therapist friend of Eliana's. It was through him that they met Micah and then his aunt, who was now a trusted friend and babysitter for the club. I had to confess I was pleasantly surprised the club had gay friends, which was mean-hearted of me. I shouldn't doubt how open-minded they were. They had no problem accepting me and the kids.

My excuse was I knew many people were uncomfortable around anyone who wasn't living the exact same way they did. Bikers were so macho it made me think they'd be against gay men. When I voiced this to Twisted in confidence, he laughed. I started to get upset when he explained why he laughed and about some of the friends they had in other clubs. Now, those revelations were shocking, but in a good way.

I found myself caught up in Mace telling one of the stories about when he and Twisted were prospects. I was laughing at their animated reactions, mainly the way they gagged over having to clean the bathrooms after several people had puked everywhere and another had explosive diarrhea. I was fighting to breathe and had tears in my eyes.

"I swear to God, that almost ended it right there for me. I told Twisted fuck this. I'll go bag groceries for a living and ride a damn scooter," Mace insisted with a grimace.

"D-did you ever find out who did it?" I stuttered as I tried to take a breath.

"All the bastards denied it. Agony, Knight, and Dare were here then, and the rest were either guys who've since moved away, gotten too old to ride, and don't want to hang with us, or they were asked to leave. A lot of prospects didn't make the cut. A few members ended up doing shit we couldn't allow, and they were kicked out. A couple went to prison. Admittedly, life then was more dangerous, and we were into stuff we're not these days," he rushed to tell me.

"No worries. Twisted has explained how the club was when he joined and how you've become legitimate with your businesses, which I can say I'm very happy about."

"We did change. Living and not spending our lives in prison sounded good," Mace agreed.

I was about to ask them to tell me more tales when Micah and Austin joined us. They both smiled at me. "We came over to see if you need saving or not. This bunch can be a bit much," Austin said, grinning at the guys.

"As if you have room to talk. Don't act all innocent. She's been warned about both of you," Bones shot back.

"Who, us?" Austin asked as he held his heart and put on a shocked look.

This got Twisted and Mace to say stuff, but Micah halted it. "While we love to spar with you and talk smack, I've got to ask Zahirah about something. I heard you design jewelry," he said eagerly.

"I do."

"Do you only design women's, or do you also do men's as well? And do you make them or have someone who does it for you?"

"I design both. If I have the materials, I can make them, too. Presently, I sell my designs to one main jewelry company, and they make and sell them."

"Are you allowed to design for anyone or just for them? Is it an exclusive contract?" he asked.

"It isn't exclusive. They tried to get me to sign a contract like that, but I refused. I do sell to others, and I didn't want to stop doing it this way."

"I'm gonna work on getting her to make and sell her own stuff and let the company she does work for find someone else. They don't give her the credit she deserves, and I doubt the money either," Twisted informed them. I'd told him how I wished my company's name was more widely used and known. I hadn't said anything about what they paid me, though.

"It would be a dream come true if I could do that, but it takes a lot of money and space. I'd have to have a secure location to store my materials and a dedicated space to work. Then there's getting the word out there and advertising even more to make it something I can live on. There's a ton to it."

"But you went to school. You know how to do it. You just need the funds and space," Twisted said.

"True. Who knows, maybe when Aliya and Arif graduate college, I can think about it. Why do you ask, Micah?"

"If you have time, I'd love for us to meet and discuss a design I had in mind for a piece for my father."

"Sure, I'll give you my number, and you can call me when you're ready."

While we were exchanging numbers and putting them in our phones, the dreaded arrival happened. The door opened, and in came three women. Based on appearances alone, there was no doubt who they were. They were dressed in barely there clothes if you wanted to call them clothes. It was the beginning of May, but it was still cooler when the sun went down. During the day, we might hit the low seventies. The clothing they had on would've been too little in August.

They had on a mix of minuscule skirts or shorts and tops, which left their stomachs bare and hardly covered their boobs. Based on the size of the women, I would place bets they were all fake. Their hair was long like mine but arranged in much more elaborate ways. As if planned, there was a brunette, a blond, and a redhead. It was hard to determine their ages with the amount of makeup they had on. It was more than I usually would ever wear, but it was tastefully done. I wouldn't call any of them ugly by any means. They were skinnier than me, which did make me squirm. Why, I don't know. I wasn't one to be ashamed of my body, even if I wasn't the tiniest woman.

Their loud laughter was what caught my attention and that of the others in the room, including Twisted. He gave me a reassuring smile. He knew what this night meant to us. If I wasn't able to ignore these women and the others likely to appear, then it would spell disaster for us. I wanted more than anything to be able to say they didn't bother me much. He brought me up against his side.

Working to ignore them as they scattered around the room, I went back to talking to Micah. It lasted about a good five minutes before the door opened again, and in came more women. I wasn't sure which was which. Twisted helped me out. He whispered in my ear. "The first set is the bunnies. These are some of the ones we call hang arounds. There's only three bunnies."

Three sounded low when you consider that even with him out of the mix, there were still eight single members and three prospects. This made me ask, "Are the prospects allowed to be with the bunnies and the others, or is it forbidden?"

"They can, but members get first dibs. Some clubs absolutely forbid it."

Nodding so he knew I understood, I turned my back to them. We'd been joined by Agony and Eliana. She was giving me encouraging smiles. The tension in my body was growing. And I had no idea why. None had come near us. They were busy moving around the room. There were now eight of them. The newcomers were dressed basically the same as the bunnies. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought, I kept telling myself. That was until I heard one of them call Twisted's name. I saw him flinch. He didn't turn to acknowledge whoever it was. The others with us all got quiet.