Mike

I bury my dick in her ass, balls deep, in one thrust. “Fuck.” Her heat sheaths me, strips me of sanity.

I almost cum.

Her body trembles, but not a single whimper leaves her mouth. She’s panting like a wounded animal though.

She is tough and has the tightest, hottest ass I’ve ever had. This beautiful virgin ass belongs to me now.

Tomorrow I’m gonna fuck her mouth and tie her wrists.

Hell yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun together.

“Breathe, baby,” I say, enjoying her round ass impaled on my cock. “I’ll be gentle.”

For a second or two. That’s all I can give her. I barely control myself.

The smell of her arousal, the sweat shining on her lower back, the struggle of her body to accommodate my cock wake my most carnal needs. Every atom of my body chants ‘mine’. Mine to love. Mine to protect. Mine to wreck.

I’m all possessives. I’m all hunger.

Her body softens. I breathe in her youth. I let it possess me, and I thrust into this hot heaven squeezing my cock. I massage her clit, fucking her slowly, my need for release unstoppable.

She arches her back and comes on my cock, a sweet moan leaving her mouth.

I push into her harder. I’m dark and elemental. I’m ascending.

I moan as I spill my seed inside her ass.

I’ve never moaned before. This is only for my Daisy.

As the haze in my head clears, I jump off the bed and go to get a towel to wipe the mess away from Daisy’s ass.

I lie down beside her.

My wife looks at me with sleepy yet happy eyes and I know I’m on the right track.

It’s this moment when one must make profound changes. I’m choosing a different direction. I’ll need to learn new skills. I can’t afford to fuck up. If I fuck up once again, my wife will leave me.

We drop off to sleep, my body entangled with hers.

A loud banging on the door tears me out of my dream. Daisy mumbles something in her dream as I slip into my jeans and go to open the door.

My eyes fix on Rebel.

“I’ve come to dinner,” he says.

My jaw drops.

“May I come in, Dad?” There is a load of bitter sarcasm in his voice.

“Come in,” Daisy squeaks from behind me.

Rebel walks in and Daisy leads him to the living room.

“I am a man of my word,” Rebel says and clears his throat.

“I’m so happy to see you here with us,” Daisy twitters and I see Rebel clench his jaw. “Everything is ready. I’ll just need to reheat it.”

“You said dinner,” Rebel says. “And sorting the shit out.” He shoots me a provoking glance. “Everything is nice and clear. I’m gonna have that fucking dinner and next time, I’ll pop in the cemetery to visit your grave, old man.”

“Do you want a glass of milk, son?” I ask.

“Fuck off,” he mouths to me and flashes me a grin like he’s going to rip my throat out at any moment.

“Sit down, you two,” Daisy says and pats Rebel’s arm.

“I let you win.” Rebel moves away.

“But I won so…” Daisy’s lips curl into a smile.

Rebel grins and drops into the couch, pulling Daisy onto his lap. “Really pretty, that stepmother of mine.” He kisses her cheek. “Really pretty. Soft as fuck. And young. Very young. As young as me.”

An urge of murder explodes inside of me.

Daisy widens her eyes then turns her head and whispers something into his ear.

Rebel shoves her off his lap as a grey tinge of broodiness darkens his glance.

Good. I almost smashed him.

“I’ll go to the kitchen,” Daisy says and vanishes.

Rebel is sitting at one end of the couch and I’m seated at the other.

“If you do this again, we’ll clash,” I say.

The sound of frying comes to my ears as the smell of onion and herbs settles in my nostrils.

“Your little wifey likes me,” Rebel says.

“She loves everyone in the world, that’s how she is. And she has nothing to do with that shit between me and you. Stay away from her.”

I don’t know whether I’m worried or pissed off. His life has just turned upside down because of me. He has the right to be angry.

The smell of meat drifts to my nostrils, making my mouth water.

“She cooks well,” Rebel says out loud what I’m thinking about. “My mom couldn’t cook.”

I look at him and suddenly I see a tormented kid. All my anger evaporates. A sense of failure wafts through me.

Rebel had to grow up fast. He killed. He was on drugs.

Yet, I see a kid in need.

My kid.

His mom died. His whole world crumbled into pieces.

Pain squeezes my heart.

“Listen,” I start. “I fucked up. I fucked up a lot.”

“Why didn’t you just kill her?”

Right. He knows. He knows a lot. I hope he’s sensible enough to keep quiet.

“I fucking couldn’t off a woman.” I put my elbows on my thighs. “How much do you know?” There’s no point in lying and surely, Thunder must have spilled a few things to him.

“Enough to keep quiet. I don’t want to end up six feet under because of some fucking blood feud. It’s too deep to be a talkative person.”

“Who else knows?”

“I’m not fucking working for you or something. Fuck off, old man. I’m not talking to you. I’m eating this fucking dinner and we’re done.”

Daisy walks in with a tray in her hands and puts it on the table. My eyes flick over three bowls piled with chilli con carne. She sits beside me.

Rebel grabs his bowl and focuses on eating. Daisy nudges my chest with her elbow and smiles at me.

We eat in silence interrupted by clinking and scraping then Rebel stands up and delivers his bowl to the kitchen.

“Come over for dinner tomorrow,” Daisy says. “I’ll cook something nice. And bring Star. You know how much Gabriel respects Mike. And since I’m her best friend now, I’m sure she’s going to spend a lot of time here with me and since you’re going to spend a lot of time with Mike—“

I see a violent storm in his eyes then his jaw muscles twitch.

“Alright,” Rebel growls. “We’ll come tomorrow at 1.30.” He walks off.

Daisy glances at me. “Went okay, don’t you think?”

“We’ll see.”

“We’re parents, Mike.”

I erupt into laughter. “Well, it seems like we are.”

“He has a good heart.”

“I know.”

“He’s difficult, but he’s not a bad person.”

“I know.” He is like me. He looks like me. He talks like me. “What did you tell him?” Jealousy pricks me.

“My secret.” She kisses my cheek.

“Right. Women should have some little secrets.”

Daisy strokes my arm. “We should talk.”

I pull her into my embrace. “Let’s talk.”

“I mean we need to talk seriously.”

“So talk to me.”

“Star knows. Rebel? He knows. But how much?”

“Rebel knows a lot. Gabriel and Thunder as well. Lizzie didn’t know much.”

“I trust Star.” She inhales deeply. “She’s young, but she’s wise, you know. She’ll keep quiet. Do you trust Thunder and Gabriel?”

“I do. Gabriel owes me. He had a woman for a while, a long time ago.”

“Star’s mother?”

“Yes. She wasn’t a good woman. She was an addict to almost everything. She took Star and almost starved her to death. I found them for Gabriel. Then I fought for Gabriel. We stood side by side in a war with another club.”

She squeals like a frightened mouse. “You didn’t tell anyone about this. In a war?”

“I told Zane.” I feel like a chastised kid, but in fact, it’s a pleasant feeling.

Daisy bobs her head several times. “Thunder?”

“He is like a blood brother to me. His cousin was one of my foster parents. I’ve known him for years.”

“What about our kids?”

“Our kids?”

She nods. “Rebel and Star are our kids.”

“We’ll watch them. Gabriel will keep Star in check. Rebel? He’s a bit of an enigma, but he knows talking may be lethal. If any shit happens we’ll change the hide-out.”

“Mike,” she squeaks.

“What is it, baby?”

“There’s something else I want to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.”

“I don’t like it when you drink alcohol.”

I stroke her head and kiss her forehead. “You’re my only addiction, I promise. I won’t get that drunk again.”