You’re Mine

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KYLIE STILL WASN’T sleeping. Hadn’t all week, but she was determined to stick it out. I had been seconds away from pulling the plug on the entire operation so she could stay with me, but Bronx pulled the plug on even the thought of it and reminded me what she said because I told him to.

It wasn’t time. We weren’t a thing. Move on.

The week had crawled by and most of my time was spent watching my phone app with the various visuals of her place. I could access it remotely and that was probably not for my own best interest. If I was supposed to be moving on, this was not a good first step. Honestly, I had not made the decision to move on. I told her ass when she came to her senses that she knew where to find me. Thus, when I received a text that read special delivery and then a knock on my house door at three in the morning, it should not have taken me by surprise.

It did. 

I opened my large front door and there stood Kylie. She looked exhausted. She didn't say anything, just planted her face in my chest and wrapped her arms around me.

Why my heart felt a sudden wave of warmth and my arms encased her with my face in her hair surprised me too. All of the previous words she’d said to me meant nothing. She was here and that's all that mattered.

She looked up at me and said, “I'm tired.”

I almost laughed but realized she was probably a few steps from delirious.

“I know sweetheart.” I rubbed her hair. “I know.”

Scooping her up in my arms, I took her to my room and laid her on the bed. She was already in pajamas, so I pulled her slippers off and tucked her under the covers.

There were no objections from her and when I climbed in and pulled her to me, she released a sigh and cuddled into me.

“Thanks, Razor,” she breathed.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” I pulled her closer.

The next morning, she was still out cold...literally, dead to the world. Phones were ringing, the fire department went through the streets for an exercise, and I know I snored. Yet, she remained curled up on the massive bed looking like a frail angel.

My girl slept through all of that. I cooked breakfast for her and brewed coffee but she still did not wake up. It wasn’t until five in the afternoon that I finally heard some noise from upstairs.

I found her in the bathroom washing her hands.

“Hey, how'd you sleep?” I asked while leaning against the bathroom door.

“Like a baby!” She wiped her hands on the towel.

“You slept for twelve hours straight, so I’m sure you’re well rested.”

“Oh my God. WOW! I was so tired. It was getting bad; like almost to a state of delirium.”

“Does that explain you going ape-shit on that poor guy in the grocery store?” I chuckled.

“Oh my God. That was so bad. Did you guys get his information? I do want to apologize.” She looked mortified.

“Ha. It’s cool. We smoothed it over.”

“Oh thanks,” she said and tried to leave the bathroom.

I held out my hand, which spanned across her stomach and pulled her towards me. “Hungry?”

“Starving,” she said as her stomach growled loudly.

I could feel the vibrations on my hand as she laughed at herself.

“I guess I should be embarrassed.” She continued to laugh. “I am hungry though.”

“Come on, food’s downstairs.” I tagged her hand to guide her but she pulled back.

“It’s fine, Razor. I have plenty of food at home. They brought it over yesterday.”

“Naw, you’re with me,” I said as we continued down the stairs.

“What?” she asked.

“You’re with me.”

“I’m good, Razor. I just needed to sleep and now I’m good.”

“Told you, sweetheart. You want clarity, come to me and I’d be waiting. You came, so let me be clear. You’re with me. Mine. You came to me, so you’re with me. You’re not going back home, to your parents, or anywhere else. You’re staying here, because you want to be here. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have come. If you didn’t feel safe, you wouldn’t have slept half the day away. You wouldn’t have come. But you did. So, I’m taking advantage. No more pushing me away. I let you have it your way before, but no more of that. Now you’re in my court. This goes my way and you,” I pointed to her, “are here with me because you came.”

We entered the kitchen and I cornered her near the refrigerator. “So, make yourself at home. Your shit is already upstairs and I took some of the groceries to get an idea of what you liked. I got your schedule. Your detail remains, you can continue business as usual, but you lay your head down here from now on or I’m at your place. Got it?”

Her hazel eyes looked up into mine and there were tears welling up in them.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

She shook her head and murmured, “N-nothing.”

“Something is wrong.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You’re crying.”

“I just.” She sighed. “Um, I just. I want, um. I don’t know. Uh. I want...”

“Me.” I finished for her. “You want me.”

One tear dropped and she turned her head. I brought her face back to look at me and then kissed her tears away. “Don’t hide from me. Ever.”

The other tear fell from her eye, but they remained on me. My hand moved her hair out of the way and I kissed her forehead again while I wiped the tears from her eyes with my thumb.

“Told you not to be scared,” I reminded her.

“Easier said than done, Razor.”

“Yes, but I got you sweetheart.” I rubbed her lips. “Let’s get you some food.”

She smiled as I pulled her away from the refrigerator. For dinner, I made barbecue chicken, corn and baked potatoes. After grabbing the chilled bottle of wine that the guys brought from her house and a beer for myself, I removed our dinner from the oven.

“Take this to the dining room table,” I instructed, motioning to the drinks and glasses.

When we sat down to eat, she looked over the food and then asked, “Did you make all of this yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh wow.”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“Probably because you’re possibly a better cook than me.”

I laughed. “Well, I had to learn early, so I got better over time. Especially with Mace in the picture, he needs to have a well-balanced meal.”

“Yeah, I get it.” She nodded and took a bite of the chicken.

“This is great, Razor. Tender and everything.”

I nodded.

We ate in silence, but it was evident her mind was racing as she devoured the food. I meant what I said earlier and as far as I was concerned, there was no turning back. Not for me anyway. I would not back down and if needed, I’d become that man. I was forty-four. She was thirty-two. It broke my rule, but fuck that. If someone had told me that the one I’d fall for would be twelve years younger than me, sassy as fuck and hot as shit, I would’ve called them a liar. Yet, here she was in my house, eating my food and sleeping in my bed.

Bronx’s words came back to me. When did it happen, I asked myself?

It was time. I couldn’t run from it any longer, just like I would not let her run anymore. It was time.

Now the question remained, what did she plan to do after the stalking and her mom’s illness was no longer keeping her here?

“So,” I said as I took a sip of beer. “Any questions about what I said earlier?”

“I’m sure I do, but I’ll ask as they come up.” She took a sip of wine. “It didn’t seem like there was much of a choice on my part.”

“No.”

“That’s what I figured.” She nodded.

After a few seconds had passed, she asked, “So, what does an MC president do on a Saturday evening?”

I laughed.

“Besides eat dinner with his lady?”

“Lady?” Her glass stopped mid-air.

“Lady,” I confirmed. “Sometimes I’m at the compound or Peppers. Sometimes we ride.”

“Ride?” Kylie asked as her eyes widened.

“Yeah, we ride.” I smiled.

“Just ride?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” I grabbed her hand. “Just ride.”

“Can we?” She looked down at her empty plate.

“Course.” I nodded. “You ready?”

Her face brightened and the color started to come back to her pale skin.

“Yeah, let me just go take a shower and get ready.” She pushed her chair back and got up. “Give me twenty minutes.”

I smiled and nodded.

Yup...my lady.

Excited about riding.

Just riding.

Thirty minutes later, she finally emerged. Her hair was damp, skin slightly pink and her eyes were clear.

“Feel better? You look better,” I asked.

“Much better. Thanks.”

“You’ve been on the back of a bike before, right?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she answered, while nodding her head.

I nabbed her hand, grabbed the spare helmet and we went riding. We rode three towns over, through the plains and even passed my old bicycle club. I didn’t stop there just yet. Pete had told me to wait a while. A long while before I came back. Plus, it wasn’t time for me to introduce her to my full family, but I slowed down enough for her to see the place; along with where I grew up, my middle and high schools. It was dark, but the baseball field was still lit up, so I parked over near the bleachers.

Baseball was my number one love back in those days. Girls were there and I enjoyed my share, but nothing came before the game. My mom thought I was wasting my energy on the wrong thing and my dad wanted me to live through him. Combating the two forces was difficult, but the one thing that kept me on the straight and narrow were my brothers in the Legion of Guardians. The men were strong, supportive and our chapter was on the straight and narrow. When I heard all that they had done for the people of the community, I knew I had to be a part.

I climbed the ranks but started just like everyone else as a hang-around and then a prospect. I had a scholarship to college for baseball and that was something they not only encouraged, but pulled strings to make sure I had everything. I was smart, but not diligent in my studies, so I went pro the first chance I got. This happened the summer of my sophomore year.

My professional season lasted for six years when I blew out my knee doing a stupid slide and that was the end of my career. I kept my life simple; most bikers did. I had plenty of money stashed away for rainy days and six years worth of money along with the ending of my contract, I was set. Not for life, but I had to have the money work for the club and me.

Once I was patched into the club, Pete showed me the ropes and schooled me on what investments to make and which ones to pass on. He wasn’t a financial guru, but he was a resident of the small Pennsylvania town and he was way beyond his years. After some years, I was elected to Sergeant of Arms, where he trained me in the business workings of the club. Some years later, he named me his vice-president. No one objected, because they knew he was grooming me to run it, but nobody knew he was grooming me to run the district, not even me. When he told me to go for the president position in Manor, I did. I trusted that he wouldn’t steer me wrong and he didn’t.

“Where you at?” Kylie interrupted my thoughts about my career in baseball and the club.

Pulling her so she was sitting on top of one my legs facing the other one. I opened my legs wider to fit hers in between mine.

“Just thinking about old times here.”

“You must have brought a bunch of girls to the bleachers, huh?” She laughed.

“Under the bleachers, maybe. But never on top of the bleachers.”

One side of her mouth turned up in a smirk. “Riiiightt.”

“Honestly,” I said as I slipped off her shirt.

“Whoa, Razor!” she exclaimed.

No bra. That’s my girl.

“Fuck!” I latched onto one of her peach colored nipples and sucked on it until she was pressing my head further into her chest.

I switched to the other one and she moaned, causing my manhood to stir a little bit more than it already was. My fingers found the button to her jeans as she opened her legs more so I could do what I wished.

“Razor,” she moaned.

Music to my ears. My name on her lips.

“Stand up,” I commanded.

She stood up as I pulled her jeans down along with her panties. She was naked and unashamed. My girl was bold as she arched her back with her perky breasts on display, hard nipples and a small patch of hair near her carefully hidden pussy.

“Open your legs.”

She obeyed me, allowing my fingers to roam between the folds of her wet center.

“God, you’re so fucking wet.”

She opened wider and I attempted to stick my forefinger inside her blazing heat.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re tight.”

She grabbed onto my shoulders and placed one foot next to me. I inserted the whole finger as she clenched around me and then another as she started to gyrate on my fingers.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

“Take off your shirt,” she commanded.

I swatted her ass with my free hand and said, “I run this sweetheart.”

My fingers twisted inside of her and she groaned, “Yes.”

Yeah, just like I wanted. Once my fingers were no longer in her, I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. She licked her lips and bent over and wrapped her mouth around me and took me deep until I pulled her up by her hair.

“I wanted it,” she pouted.

“We’ll have plenty of time for that later. Right now I want you on my lap.”

She smiled and lowered her body onto mine trying to line up my aching cock with her wet pussy.

“I’m clean,” I breathed in her ear.

Fuck. Entering a woman for the first time always felt like heaven but entering Kylie for the first time felt like sweet eternity.

“Oh, Razor,” she said on an exhale. “You feel so good.”

I pulled her down on me more as she started to get comfortable and adjust to my size. Her movements begin to be fluid, as she rode me like that damn mechanical bull.

Goddamn.

I slapped her ass a few times, urging her to ride harder. She obeyed and boy did she go. It was better than I imagined

“Razor, R-razor,” her voice quivered. “I’m about to cum.”

“Do it, sweetheart,” I urged her on as my finger moved to her tighter hole in the back. “Come for me.”

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

I circled my finger around and added pressure.

“Oh God, Razor,” she yelled.

“Now,” I growled as I was close myself.

Her tight pussy clenched against my hard dick and she started rocking erratically on me, while I put the tip of my finger in her hole. Kylie’s teeth latched onto my neck as she convulsed around me.

Removing my finger, I grabbed her hips and started pounding her on me as I growled out my release in her tight, wet heat.

“Goddamn, Kylie.” I threw my head back. “Fuck.”

The last of my seed spurted into her on a groan.

“Fuck, baby girl.” I breathed.

Her mouth was still on my neck and she was still holding me like her life depended on it. She’d have bruises on her hips, I knew, but neither of us cared.

Kylie pulled back and called, “Razor? I could so fall in love with you. I’m not saying that to freak you out. I’m simply saying that to let you know this means something to me. If it doesn’t to you, let me know before I fall any deeper. I just can’t handle another heartbreak. I can’t.”

“My cum is inside of you, Kylie.”

“What?” she looked confused.

“My cum is inside of you,” I repeated. “My cum has only been inside of two women and one is the mother of my child and you’re the second. I don’t go bareback with no one, sweetheart. Unless you got a place in my heart, you don’t get that part of me. Rachel, Mace’s mother, did at one point, but she left because she felt the club came before her. She was right, but I did have feelings for her. She’s engaged to be married now and we haven’t slept together in almost eleven years. I’ve gotten around since then. No sense in you not knowing that, but I always bring my own condoms and I always check that motherfucker before I leave or they leave. Either way, someone always leaves and my royal oats aren’t spread around the fucking U. S. of A. If you’re mine, you are mine and the same goes both ways. You don’t fuck around and neither do I. If I can’t trust you, you get cut loose and fuck whoever you want. Same goes for me, but I’m telling you now, I don’t fuck around. No time for those games. I’m forty-four, sweetheart. Playtime has been over for me. So what you need to know is that you’re in my house. No woman ever stays in my house. You’re on my bike and you will be again. No woman gets that opportunity on a repeated basis. My cum is in you and I just told you that part but I’ll say it again. No woman except one has gotten that. Last but certainly not least, I need you to get this part, but you’re mine, all of you. You ever question that, talk to me. Okay?”

“Okay, Razor.” She put her face in my neck again.

I pulled her hair, so her face was visible to me. “You sure?” I questioned.

“Yes,” she answered showing her creamy neck off to me.

I latched on to my usual spot and began to mark her again. It was there and available and I wanted to be clear.

She was mine.

All mine.