Chapter 14

Greer

The trip back to the clubhouse is a blur. I’m definitely stuck tight in my head. I’m not only up for sale, but up to be killed by the first person who has the balls to cross the Chaotic’s and Devils. Plus, there’s no definite solution that has me free and clear of Dimitri.

I’m tucked up against Spook’s side as we walk down the hall to my bedroom where Peabody is standing guard watching out for Ryland who is asleep.

Chin lifts pass between the men as Peabody moves out of the way and Spook opens the door. I detach myself from him and go to Ryland’s crib.

She’s still passed out lying on her back with her arms out at the side of her head. I take in every little detail of my little girl as if it’s the last time I’ll see her. She’s already edged in my mind down to the birthmark she has on her right foot between her big toe.

Spook comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me tightly. Placing his chin on my shoulder, he gazes down at my baby.

“She’s beautiful just like her momma, Princess.” He says silkily.

“Yeah, she’s my life source. I don’t know where I’d be without that little girl.”

He steps back and rotates me in his arms. Looking into his baby blues, I place my hands on the sides of his face. “You’re beautiful too, Spookie Wookie.” I say with a smile.

“Yeah, Baby?” He questions.

I slide my hands from his cheeks to his chest and tighten my grip in his flannel shirt. “Yeah.” I tip up on my toes and brush my lips lightly against his.

As I try to pull back, his hand grips my ponytail and pulls forcefully back bringing a gasp from me. He trails his mouth slowly down my neck sending shivers throughout my body. His other hand trails up my stomach under my shirt bringing it up with it.

He releases his mouth from my neck and hand from my hair as he steps back. “Take the shirt off, Princess.” He demands.

I pull my shirt up little by little watching the intense stare of his eyes on my stomach moving to my pink lace covered breasts.

Losing his patience, he takes the shirt from my hands and rips it over my head. He tosses it to the floor never taking his eyes off my exposed skin.

He steps forward placing his hands on the waist of my jeans. He unbuttons and unzips them. He puts his hands inside the side of my jeans and gradually slides them to the floor as he kneels. When they are around my ankles, he taps on each leg for me to step out.

He buries his face in my pink lace covered pussy and inhales. A groan emits from his throat as he leans back with his ass on his heels. He tugs my panties down my legs until they too are discarded.

He leans up again placing a soft kiss on my clit and then swiping his tongue from slit to clit, and nibbling my clit lightly. The sensations he rockets through my body cause me to hunch forward and grab on to his thick blonde hair for stability.

“You taste better than anything I’ve ever tasted.” He growls against my mound causing a shiver to rack me.

“Spook, you’re driving me crazy.” I whimper.

He places my thighs over his shoulders and his mouth on my pussy as his arms wrap around my thighs. He slowly stands and walks towards my bed where he tosses me down and follows getting back to licking and sucking my pussy.

I’m so close to exploding, but need something to assist in igniting me. Before I can voice my need, he inserts one finger curling it up and moving it in and out with such intensity.

When I’m on the edge of release, he stops and inserts another finger, but this time the speed is slow and daunting.

“Spook, please.” I moan.

He lifts his head licking his lips. “What do you need, Princess?”

“I need you to move faster. I’m so close to cumming.” I whine.

He lifts completely off me and I huff. “Spook, what the fuck, I was not even half a second from coming undone.

He’s taking off his flannel, tossing it on the floor. I take in his bulging arms, defined chest and the extensive tattoos that adorn his chest and arms.

Digging in his back pocket, he pulls out a condom and tosses it on the bed next to my feet. Then, he slowly unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off his legs.

The sight of his cock makes me suck in a gulp of air. He’s massive and not just long but thick. The size of his cock sends a zing to my clit that’s steadily pulsing waiting for my pussy to be satisfied.

He takes his time coming back to the bed, placing one knee and then the other as he kneels and grabs the condom. Opening the condom, he rolls it down his length and then tugs his cock from root to tip once.

He gazes at me with so much hunger I can barely breathe. “You need to be quiet, Princess. We don’t want to wake baby girl.” I nod. Apparently, the vision of him in all his glory has left me mute.

He positions himself at my entrance and feeds my pussy a little of his cock at a time until he’s fully seated inside of me.

He groans as my pussy tightens and releases around him. “If I do something you don’t like, I need you to tell me or if you want to change positions, you have to speak.” I nod again.

He starts moving inside me and rolling his hips making my eyes roll back in my head. He takes it from passionate to fierce in velocity that I’m biting my arm just to muffle my screams.

One minute I’m on my back and in the next second, he’s flipped me to my stomach with my ass raised and my head buried in my pillow as he pounds into me.

He thrust viciously three or four times before I’m gripping the sheets and biting the pillow screaming his name with my release. My vision blurs and white spots consume my sight until I hear him grunt a final time and he spills his seed inside the condom.

He withdraws and falls to the side of me pulling my back into his front encircling me with his arms. I’m not sure how long we lay there in silence before I pass out from exhaustion.

***

Spook

I take in Greer’s even breaths and lay back and enjoy the immense feeling of her body tucked into mine. I’m on the verge of dosing off when I hear Ryland’s movements in her crib.

I unwrap myself from Greer and carefully roll out of the bed. Making my way to Ryland, I see her little feet kicking. I find my jeans and pull them on.

I lean over the crib and smile. She’s precious and her turquoise eyes are so much like her momma’s, I melt.

I pick her up and cradle her in my arms that seem massive compared to her tiny body. She coos and shoves her fist in her mouth.

I look to the bed where Greer’s passed out and decide I’ll change her diaper and go on the hunt for a bottle since I know Greer doesn’t breastfeed 24/7.

Taking the squirming bundle to the changing table, I scope out her outfit. I can handle this; three buttons on the bottom, pull it up and then I have another puzzle. Good thing Dani has a small army and we’ve all had diaper duty.

I change Ryland as swiftly as I can and we make our way out to the kitchen. On our way there, I pass Trigger who’s staring at me oddly.

When I get to the kitchen, I spot Mitz and Queenie conversing and laughing over a bottle of Jack. They both quiet when they see me enter. Mitz starts to get up from her stool, but I stop her.

“I just need the makings for a bottle for the little Princess.”

“I’ll get it for you. Where’s Greer?” Mitz responds.

“She’s asleep and I didn’t want to wake her with something I can do.”

Queenie has a huge smile plastered on her face. “That’s thoughtful of you Spookie Wookie.”

I raise my eyebrows at her. “Not you too. Fucking Greer.”

Mitz and Queenie bust out laughing and then Mitz’s face gets stern. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s good now. She handled it all a lot better than I expected her too.”

She moves her head up and down in understanding and then Queenie steps in. “Did she need the pain?”

I search her face for answers, but she’s the hardest woman I know to read. “No, she didn’t.”

Now it’s her turn to raise her eyebrows. “How did you get her to calm?” I look at her and give her a cocky smirk. “Ohhhh…okay. Never mind. That’s good.”

“Yeah it is. I was worried it wasn’t going to be enough, but she passed right out. Ain’t nothing like rocking the baby to sleep.” I say as I waggle my eyebrows up and down, and chuckle at the look of TMI on their faces.

Mitz hands me Ryland’s bottle and I make my departure to the main room to sit on the couch. Ryland latches on aggressively to the bottle and makes me flinch at the thought of her doing that to Greer’s nipples.

I’m so entranced with Ryland that I don’t realize I have a shadow until Trigger starts babbling.

“So, do you think we’re at that point in your relationship with my sister to have the talk?”

I take my eyes from the little princess and stare at him with no expression on my face. I’m a grown-ass man and she’s a grown-ass woman, who does not need her brother or her father’s permission.

“What do you want to talk about, Trigger? The fact that I’m going all in with your sister or the fact that she finds security in me and not you.”

He steps back as though I’ve punched him. “Well shit, Spook. I just wanted the details. I’m happier than a pig in shit that she’s leaning towards a Chaotic than a Devil, but I, also, don’t want her to end up on the bottom of the totem pole when the excitement dies out.”

“Not gonna happen. Your sister breathes life into me that I’ve been missing for years. Yes, there’s a lot of shit going on at the moment, but once that settles, I’ll still want her in my life.” I growl.

“What about my niece? She’s just a much apart of your relationship as Greer is.” He questions.

“No shit. She’ll be the glue. I’ve never wanted a kid especially not before I set eyes on her and Greer, but I can’t imagine there not being a Greer without a Ryland. I’ve got a Queen and a Princess, and all I had to do was find them.”

A hand lands on my shoulder and squeezes. I look up to see Rudy with an accepting grin on his face. “I couldn’t agree more.” He looks at Trigger. “Go get us a couple of beers. I’ve got a little bit to talk to Spook about.”

Once Trigger is out of earshot, Rudy sits on the couch opposite of me and gazes at Ryland. “I know you’re a good fit for Greer, as well as Ryland. I know you’ll protect them with your life.” He takes in a deep breath. “I want to make sure you’re able to understand her need.” I shake my head and he puts his hands up in surrender. “I know firsthand how it is to be involved with a pain slut. What I tell you stays between us?” I nod. “Queenie was hardcore in her need for pain. She even had a suffocation fetish where she wanted me to choke her out. I know that their need for this can wear on a relationship and there were times when I was ready to throw in the towel.”

I clear my throat. “What did you do? I haven’t had to lay a hand on Greer yet and don’t get me wrong, but I’m a little weary about it.”

“Well, Queenie realized that her wants and needs had changed since we started. We experimented with soft stuff like bondage and deprivation. It got to the point where I barely laid a hand on her. Every psychological aspect of BDSM we tried, worked better for her than suffocation.” A shit eating grin consumes his face. “It got to the point that I needed the control over her to heighten my sexual needs. So through compromise and a lot of experimenting, we found what worked for us to take her edge off.”

“I can only hope that we’ll be able to get to the point in our relationship where there’s no doubt. She’s never had a man of her choosing until she came here. Shit, she probably has never been in a romantic relationship before in her life. It deters me a bit, but it, also, intrigues me because I get to be the first to experience all of that with her.”

“Yeah. It’s new and fresh to both of you. If you two can get through the shit that’s happening, it’ll only make you stronger.”

He sticks out his fist and I bump it. “That’s what I’m hoping for.”

Ryland’s finished her bottle so I take it from her and she grunts at me. “Jesus, little piggy. You have to burp or your belly’s going to be hurting later.”

“Give her to me. I haven’t had the chance to hold her since Queenie keeps stealing her, talking about how it’s like going back to when my shithead son was this size.”

I hand her over carefully and watch the rough, badass MC President coo and inspect every aspect of his granddaughter.

I sit back on the couch and take in the time I’ve been with Greer and analyze every smile, touch, kiss, tease, but I also take in all the turmoil our new connection has stumbled upon. Not once has Greer pushed me away. She’s embraced me and accepted my comfort.

I can only anticipate for that to continue and our connection will grow stronger and unbreakable.