Twisted Chapter 15

I wanted to swear and then scream. Why the hell did I do this tonight? I should've waited and made sure the word had been spread that I was taken and not interested in anything these women had to offer. I'd seen how tense they made Zahirah when they came in. Hearing Fiona calling my name was like a knife through my skull. Pretending like I didn't hear her, I squeezed Zahirah.

"Do you want to go?" I offered, praying she'd say yes. Her response to finding out about them was still too fresh. There was no way she'd be able to take having to listen to one of them call my name, let alone if Fiona approached, which I was praying she wouldn't. It was plain as day to anyone with eyes that I was with Zahirah.

"No. I'm not ready to leave yet."

"Twisted," came my name again, only this time it was closer.

Shit. Still ignoring her, I went back to talking. Mace, Bones, and Agony joined in. I saw the other two couples headed our way. The troops were rallying. Unfortunately, before they were able to surround us, putting me and Zahirah in the middle, Fiona arrived and pushed her way in front of me. She was giving me a suggestive smile, then switched to a frown.

"Didn't you hear me? I've been calling your name."

"I heard you. I don't want to talk to you," I told her rudely.

She pouted and waved her hand in the air. "Why are you acting like this?"

"I'm not acting. How many times do I have to tell you I'm not interested? Go away and leave me alone."

Her gaze slid from mine and landed on Zahirah, who was plastered to my side. She looked her up and down, then sneered. "Please tell me this isn't what you're fucking these days. She's hardly your speed."

"Keep your mouth shut, or you can leave," I barked at her.

"Who is she?" she asked, not listening.

"I'm Zahirah, and I can answer that. I'm Twisted's old lady, but I can't see how it's any of your business. From what I've been told, you're here for the guys when they choose you. I didn't see Twisted calling you over here, nor will he."

I grinned while the others chuckled. Fiona's face registered disbelief, and then she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, right. Twisted doesn't have an old lady."

"I do now. And before you ask where her property cut is, it's been ordered. It should be here any day. Why don't you run along and be sure to spread the word I'm unavailable," I told her.

She tossed her hair. "We'll see if it lasts. Don't get too comfortable," she hissed at Zahirah before she flounced off.

The next hour was an ordeal as I tried to keep us engaged in conversations and having a good time while steering Zahirah away from the women. As things got looser, the laughter was louder. There was some fondling happening out in plain view. I couldn't order my brothers not to do it. And the music grew louder. The bunnies and hangers had taken to performing in order to attract company for the night. They were grinding and shaking their bodies for all they were worth to the music.

I was about to suggest we leave again when Zahirah was drawn away by the old ladies. They gathered around her and whispered. I was too far away to hear what was said, but I saw lots of nodding from them and head shaking from her. I was about to intervene when she came over to me.

"I'll be back. I need to go to the bathroom."

"I'll come with you," I offered.

"No need. Joli is coming with me. I'll be back soon." She gave me a brief kiss before they walked off.

"Do you think she really has to use the bathroom, or has she had enough?" Dare asked.

"I don't know. Christ, I never knew how bad this shit got for you guys. How the hell did you stand it? Tell me it gets better."

"It does get better, and it isn't easy. No matter how beautiful, sexy, and amazing our old ladies are, they have insecurities, and simply telling them they shouldn't doesn't help. They have to see it," Knight added. Natalya was the newest other than Zahirah. It was just guys standing with me. Natalya and Eliana had moved over near where the music was selected and played.

"Well, it can't happen fast enough. Leave it to Fiona to come trotting over. I don't know how many times I've told her to leave me alone. I'm not touching her again. Between her and what Zari saw Willa do, I'll be lucky if she ever moves here and stays with me."

"What did Willa do?" Bones asked.

I briefly outlined what happened. I thought I'd told the tale, but I guess not. They all knew Willa and how she was, so none were surprised. As I finished up, I saw Fiona out of the corner of my vision. She'd spotted I was alone and was headed my way.

"Fuck, here comes Fiona. That bitch needs to leave," I snarled.

"I'll send her home. I'm tired of this," Agony grumbled.

He began to walk away to intercept her when the rock music playing stopped. Everyone glanced at the stereo. Eliana was smiling as she pressed a button. What came out wasn't what I was expecting, nor did I believe anyone else did either. It wasn't rock, heavy metal, country, or anything else that had ever been played in this clubhouse.

It began as a lone horn playing. It had this sound, which reminded me of Middle Eastern music you hear. It was a long wail, and then it started to build in intensity. As it did, I heard gasps, and people were staring behind us. Glancing over my shoulder to see why, I damn near swallowed my tongue. Standing there was Zahirah, but she wasn't dressed the same way she was minutes ago. Now, she was dressed in a top that wrapped around her ribs, crossed between her breasts, and twisted up behind her neck. It left her stomach bare. On the bottom half of her body was a gauzy skirt that flowed to the floor. It was light and airy. On her wrists were numerous bracelets, and around her belly was a chain. They caught the light and were made of gold and jewels. She had on long earrings, too. She was the spitting image of a belly dancer in red.

I was left speechless with the knowledge I was about to sport a boner in a full room. Good thing I wasn't exactly shy. She walked further into the room and raised her arms. What came next was the sexiest dance I'd ever seen in my life. She entwined her arms in the air, swayed her hips, undulated her body like a snake, and shook her hips and body, making the tiny bells she wore ring. Light flashed off her jewelry.

I thought I was dying as she danced, but it was nothing compared to when she came over and danced around me. Everyone moved back. She made sure she stared deeply into my eyes as she did. I saw the love and passion there. She was making her claim, and she was doing it in a way no one in their right mind would ever be able to doubt. It was all I could do not to snatch her up and run, but I wasn't ruining her declaration.

As the music ended, I heard the guys swearing. They were just as stunned, and I had no doubt the single brothers were wishing they'd found her first. Needing to re-stake my claim, I reached out, pulled her to me, and then swung her off her feet into my arms. There were catcalls and whistles, and more called after us as I took her back down the hall from which she had come.

"Where did you get dressed?" I asked gutturally. It was a miracle I was able to talk or walk. My erection was about to burst out of my jeans.

"I was told it's your room."

My steps increased in speed as I tried to run to it. When I got there, thankfully, the door was unlocked. I shoved it open and took her inside. I paused to kick the door closed, and then I took her to the bed. Not wanting anyone to disturb us, I sat her on it and then rushed back to lock the door. When I turned back to her, she was on her feet.

"Goddamn, you almost killed me with that dance. If you'd taken anything off like they showed belly dancers doing in films, I would've had to kill a roomful of my friends. As it is, I may have to fight the single ones to keep you." I was shedding my cut, boots, and socks as I told her.

She gave me a sexy smirk before she moved to the stand by the bed. That's when it registered that there was a small CD player on it. She pressed a button, and the same music as before came out.

"Well, we're alone now. Why don't I finish showing you what I can do?" she asked as she began to move again.

I tripped over my boots to get to the chair next to me. I dropped into it. And boy, did she show me. As she danced this time, the gauzy fabric began to be shed in pieces, just like the belly dancers of old. As more and more of her body was revealed, I grew more frantic. My shirt was removed and tossed. I shook as I removed my jeans. I hurt from the pressure the zipper was putting on my cock and balls. Even my underwear became too much to stand, and I removed them, too, leaving me naked. I fisted my cock and slowly worked it as I watched her. Precum was leaking out of my slit, and I used it to help my hand to slide easier up and down my aching shaft.

I was scared I wouldn't be able to control myself until the end of her dance. I fought to stay in the chair. As the music was coming to an end, she dropped her bra and then the barely anything panties she had left. It was too much. I let out a roar, and then I was up, across to her, and I had her crushed against me. The feel of her soft skin and her beautiful body rubbing against mine made it worse.

Kissing her hungrily, I checked to see if she was wet. I prayed she was because I was too aroused to wait long, if at all, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. I moaned when I felt she was slick with her cum. Apparently, she got turned on by her dance, too. Grabbing both of her ass cheeks, I lifted her. She scrambled to put her arms and legs around me. Swiftly whirling, I pressed her to the wall. I fumbled to get my cock lined up with her pussy, but when it was, I thrust hard. I slid into the root in one hard stroke. She cried out and flung back her head, bumping it against the wall.

"Alright?" I gasped as I held myself still by sheer grit.

"Yes," she moaned.

It was all the reassurance I needed. I set up a punishing pace for both of us. I fucked her like an out-of-control animal who was taking his mate. I groaned and grunted and cursed as I pounded her pussy. She wasn't passive in our lovemaking either. She moaned and pleaded with me to take her harder. She squeezed her inner muscles several times to make it even snugger. Her nails scored my back and chest. Her teeth nipped at my chest and neck. Our mouths battled each other for dominance as we kissed. It was hands down the hottest sex of my life. In fact, it was so hot that when we came, I stayed hard. Not wanting to waste it since I was still ravenous for her, I didn't stop longer than it took to carry her to the bed. I laid her down, then rolled her onto her belly.

"On your knees," I ordered.

She did it as she whimpered. Grabbing her hips, I stroked back into her and took her from behind. We were loud, and neither of us gave a fuck who might hear us. It was all about us. Since the edge was off, I'd hopefully last longer. I was able to talk to her, although it was done in between pants.

"That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life. You're so beautiful, Zari. I love that you chose to stake a claim, but dancing like that has to stay between us. I want you naked every time. Fuck! You're strangling me," I cried as she came. She rhythmically squeezed the shit out of my cock as she orgasmed, but I kept going.

As she came down from her release, I wanted to push her into another one fast. Hoping what I was about to do wouldn't be something she hated, I teased her slick folds until my fingers were coated in her stickiness. Once they were, I removed them and brought my hand back to her ass. Using my free hand, I spread her cheeks and ran the slick fingers up and down her crack. I made sure when I got to her asshole, I slowed down and rubbed circles on it before moving on. She jerked and inhaled deeply. I risked a peek up to see if she would look at me. She turned her head to stare back over her shoulder at me. There was surprise and what I thought was craving there.

"Are you okay with me touching you here? If not, tell me."

"It isn't the first time I've been touched there, and it's fine."

I hated the thought of her former lover having touched her period. My thoughts must've been written on my face before I blanked it. "Brody, I meant I've touched myself there, no one else. I was curious to know if it felt good or not."

The image of her touching herself made my balls draw up tighter. "Only touch, or have you done more? Have your fingers or toys been inside there?" I asked excitedly.

She blushed, but she answered. I was back to rubbing across her puckered hole as I pumped in and out of her. She'd gotten wetter, which was incredible.

"I," she paused to whimper as I pressed against it harder, not quite penetrating her though God knew I wanted to, then she continued. "I've put the tip of a finger inside. It was hard to do by myself, and I was wary of trying a toy."

"And did you like the tip? Would you want more?"

"I'd be willing to try more of a finger. Not sure about anything else. Why? Do you want to put yours in there? Or maybe that dildo we used the other night or more?"

"All the above if you're willing, but only if you want it and enjoy it. If not, then I have many other ways to make sure I make you climax."

She wiggled her ass. "Then give me your finger."

I slowly pulled out, which made her cry out an objection. I only did it long enough to get to the nightstand to get the bottle of lube I kept in there. After all, this was my fuck pad before her. I never took women to my house. She frowned when she saw it, but she didn't say anything. Coming back to her, I let myself anticipate as I lubed two fingers, then gently, as possible, began to work the tip of one inside her ass. She whimpered. I froze and gave her time to adjust. When she relaxed, I advanced it more. Using short and slow in and out pushes, I worked her ass.

Son of a bitch, her asshole was tight. The thought of how tight it would feel surrounding my cock made me leak more precum. It dripped to the floor. I was holding back because having a finger inside of her and my cock at the same time might be too much. The bunnies didn't care, but they weren't her. When I had it all the way inside, she was moaning, and it wasn't in pain.

"How does that feel?" I whispered hoarsely. I was about to break and shove my cock back inside.

"It feels good now. More. I need you, Brody. Please, give me your cock, and let me feel what it's like to have both."

Pondering if she knew what she was asking for, I pressed the head to her and then slowly inserted my cock. The sounds she made told me she was more than liking it. When I was completely seated, I withdrew. Setting up a counter system, I began to stroke my cock in as I pulled my finger back. When I withdrew my cock, my finger advanced into her ass. She soon was thrusting back to meet them, and I let go more. I had no idea how long we lasted before she tightened around both, flung her head back, and screamed. As she milked my cock and finger, I pounded her faster with both until I had no choice but to come. As my cum drained out of me in short jets, I grunted and groaned. When she collapsed on her belly, I followed her down. It was with the greatest reluctance I removed my cock and finger.

"That was incredible. Thank you. I loved it, and I love you," she told me.

"It was no less incredible for me, and I'm so happy you trusted me to try it. I love you too, my desert storm."

She chuckled as she snuggled into my chest and gave a big yawn. I was feeling tired myself, but we needed to wash up. I'd give her a few minutes, then get her into the bathroom. Eventually, we'd have to get to the house, but maybe not before another round.

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The next day, when we brought the kids to the clubhouse, all evidence of the party last night was gone. It was clean. I knew if it wasn't by the time we brought our families to it, heads would roll. The prospects knew their duties, and taking care of unsightly things from the parties was a top priority. All of our brothers knew to get their asses dressed, and if they happened to still have women there, they'd better be hidden in their rooms or sent out the back. There were no naked bodies strewn all over the common room, not these days. I wouldn't deny there had been in the past on the mornings after our parties. A few might miss those days, but none of us with a woman did. I'd much rather do what we did this morning. Before we came over, we'd had a special moment at the house. Recalling it made me smile.

After last night and this morning's lovemaking, Zahirah had told me she wouldn't back out of being my old lady. She cautioned me that she'd need more time to see if she could live on the compound. I promised her that even though I loved the idea of living there, if it was something she absolutely hated, we could live off of it. Nothing in the bylaws demanded we had to live there. It came about because of our association with the Warriors and seeing how they lived. There were safety factors you couldn't beat, among other things.

Her timing was perfect because while she was upstairs getting ready, Knight came to the door. When I answered, I wondered why he was at my house and not his. He showed me why when he handed me a bag. "It just came this morning. I thought you'd want it right away." He didn't say more before walking off.

Taking the bag inside, I went to my office and opened it. Yep, my gift was here. I admired it, then put it away. A part of me wanted to hurry her and the kids to the clubhouse, so I was able to present it to her there in front of the club. Another part wanted to make it private and different—something we shared with the kids first. I didn't want them to feel left out of this. With this in mind, I went to find them. A few minutes later, I had them behind the closed door of my office.

"You said you want to show us something. What is it?" Arif asked sorta impatiently. He'd been playing a video game when I found him.

"Hold your horses, and I'll show you. Ready?"

They both nodded. Opening the bag, I removed it and held up the cut. I showed them the back first. They both grinned, and Aliya clapped her hands. "She's gonna love it! When are you giving it to her? Today?" she asked gleefully.

"I'd love to give it to her today, but I wanted you two to see it first and ask if you'll be with me as I present it to her. Usually, we do this kind of thing at the clubhouse with everyone else watching, but I don't want to do it that way. I want it to be us first. This is part of her being mine."

"Yes, we're more than okay with that. You make her so happy. I know you asked us to move here with you, but are you sure you're alright with having all of us? Taking on one is a lot, let alone three of us. We expect you'll want kids of your own one day. We promise we'll be out of the house as fast as we can," she told me.

Shaking my head, I took her hand and gestured for him to come with us. I took them to the chairs by my desk. They sat, and I leaned against the desk. They were apprehensive. Why hadn't we thought to reassure them? Or had she done it, but I hadn't?

"I want you two to listen carefully. I love Zari. More than I ever knew, it was possible to love someone, and it's only going to grow. However, when it comes to the two of you, I find myself loving you too. You're as much a part of our family as any children we have, and yes, I want some. I don't want you to go running off as soon as you get out of high school. You can live with us as long as you want, well maybe not until you're forty, but you get what I mean. I hope one day you'll come to love me too, although I'll settle for like."

They both sniffed and had tears in their eyes. I held open my arms. They both jumped to their feet and came to me. As I squeezed them, they muttered how they already loved me, too. It made my heart hurt. When we got ourselves under control, they urged me not to wait to give her the cut.

After making them wait, I went to the bottom of the stairs and called up them. "Zari, when you get a minute, I need to see you in the office."

"I'll be down in a few minutes. Is everything okay?" she shouted back.

"Everything is great. Just need to talk to you about something."

Arif and Aliya kept wiggling as we waited. I swore they might burst, and it was a good thing that she came no more than five minutes later. As she walked in, she gave us a questioning look when she saw them.

"What are the three of you up to?"

"Why would we be up to anything?" I asked.

"You look guilty. What did you do?"

"We're not guilty," Arif denied.

"Oh really, then why those faces?" was her reply.

"We had something we wanted to give you, that's all. I'd better do it before they explode. Close your eyes and wait until I say open before you do," I instructed. She did as I asked.

I removed the cut from the bag, which rattled a bit, and then I held it up so that when she opened her eyes, the back would be visible. "Open."

As she focused on what I held and registered what it was, her eyes widened, and her mouth rounded. The next thing I knew, she was flying at me and grabbed it. She was struggling to get her arms through the holes. I helped her do it. Seeing the words Property of Twisted and Pagan Souls made me so damn happy. When she saw her nickname was Storm, she squealed happily. It was a wonderful moment as a family, and we hugged and talked for a while about it and what the future held for us, all four of us. All we had to do was get the issues with those boys and their families out of the way. It would soon be time to finish it. Waiting to see if we could prove they were the ones at their house was ridiculous. Who else could it have been?

As we entered the clubhouse later, talking to my brothers and celebrating her cut were the top things on my agenda. Our problem with those boys was at the bottom of my list for tonight.