Chapter Thirty-Three
Van
Walking into the common room, I see my two girls sitting at a table filled with old ladies. I head straight for them, running my hand over Cline’s head and bending down to place my lips on Ronni’s mouth. After getting a quick taste of her, I look back to my daughter, who is trying to get my attention.
“What ya need, darlin’?” I ask, smiling her way.
“Miss Milly says I can spend the night with her and see the new kitties,” she answers, bouncing with excitement.
Cline has been talking about those kittens for days, ever since Milly called to say her cat had finally had them. She has even mentioned bringing one home, something I did not want to happen. Using Denver as an excuse, I told her we couldn’t have a kitten with a dog in the house. Of course, Ronni had to add her two cents, letting Cline know that Erin had a cat and Denver was fine having it around. I’m guessing we’re gonna be stuck with a new kitten.
I look over to Milly and ask, “You sure you can handle this kid? If you don’t watch out, she’ll slip out in the middle of the night with one of your kittens.”
She laughs, wrapping her arms around my daughter’s shoulder. “Nope, she knows they aren’t big enough to take home just yet. She can take one home in a few weeks.”
I roll my eyes, sitting down and digging into the plate Ronni already had made for me. Tito joins us, carrying his own plate. Before long, we are surrounded by brothers. We all shoot the shit while we eat.
By the time I am done with my food, the room is starting to get loud, letting everyone know the brothers have been good as long as they can. Some of the old ladies and all the kids start to trickle out, including Cline and Milly. As soon as the last kid walks out the door, Tito stands up and raises his hand to get everyone’s attention.
When the room goes quiet, he starts talking. “I appreciate all of you bringing your families here to welcome me home. Good food, cold beer, friends, and family surrounding me… I think that’s the best welcome home a man can get. But now, it’s time for you men to remind me why I love being the President of Riot. Someone give me a bottle of Jack and bring out the whores.”
The boys roar their approval as Ronni laughs. “I could have gone my whole life without hearing my dad calling for whores.”
I look down at her, seeing her eyes are filled with humor. Only a few of the old ladies can really handle the lifestyle we live. Most only come around on days like today, when shit is calm. The rest of the time, they stay the fuck away. Ronni is never going to be like that. She is going to live and breathe this life, living it to the fullest.
Standing up, I grab her hand. “I’ve got something I wanna show you.”
She smirks, looking down at my jean-covered cock. “I’ve already seen it, but I wouldn’t mind getting a closer look.”
I chuckle, pulling her through the crowd and down the hall. As soon as we get to my room, I push the door open and drag her inside. My eyes take in the place I once considered my home, knowing I will spend very little time here from now on. When I do, Ronni will be right beside me.
After closing the door, I let go of her hand and walk to the closet. Her new cut is hanging there. I had it made more than a week ago but wanted to wait to give it to her after Tito got out. I wanted him to be at home before making it official. Turning around, her leather in my hand, I look into her eyes.
“Take your clothes off,” I order, never taking my eyes from hers.
She looks at the cut in my hand then back to me. It takes her a second or two, but she finally starts doing what was ordered. I watch as she kicks off her shoes while pulling her shirt over her head. Her jeans go next, leaving her in nothing but two scraps of lace. Her deep brown eyes stay locked on mine as she removes her bra then shimmies out of her panties.
I draw in a deep breath and take in her beauty, my cock turning to stone. Her icy blonde hair hangs down her back, the bright blue tips standing out against her pale skin. Her nipples are pebbled into tight peaks, just begging for me to draw them between my lips. Looking further down, I see the small strip of her natural golden blonde hair highlighting her sweet little cunt.
Motioning for her to come to me, I wait until she is right in front of me then lift the cut for her to get a good look at the piece of leather that will let everyone know she is mine. She doesn’t say anything, but the tears in her eyes tell me just how she feels.
I walk around her and say, “Lift your arms, baby.”
When she does as she is told, I quickly slide her new cut on. Stepping back, I take in the view, loving the look of my colors on her body. I walk around, brushing my eyes over every inch of her. I come to a stop in front of her and look into her eyes again.
“I’ve never seen anything so fucking pretty in my whole life,” I tell her the absolute truth. “So damn beautiful.”
Tears are slowly sliding down her cheeks as she says, “I’m all yours now.”
I grab her, jerking her into my arms. “You always have been mine, baby. God made you just for me.”
My mouth crashing down on her pulls a gasp from her. I take advantage of her parted lips, sliding my tongue inside and sweeping it against hers. Her taste fills my senses, a combination of both sweet and tangy. She moans again, deepening the kiss even further. My hands go to her ass, cupping the tight round globes and picking her off her feet.
I carry her to the bed and lay her down. “It feels like I’ve been waiting forever to see you in nothing but my leather.”
“Right now, I want to see you in nothing at all,” she says, arching her back and running her hands over her breasts.
I quickly pull off my clothes, my cock pulsing with anticipation, then crawl in beside her. She is back in my arms a second later, and her lips are on mine once again. We devour each other, our tongues fighting for dominance. She arches against me, letting me feel her need. I roll over her, settling myself between her legs, and pull my lips from hers.
“I love you, Van,” she says, giving me the words I have been waiting for.
When she first told me she loved me, I couldn’t make myself tell her that I felt the same way. I was too much of a pussy to lay my heart out in such a way, but I’m ready now. I’m ready to give her everything.
Brushing my lips against hers, I whisper the words she needs to hear. “I love you, Ronni. Love you so fucking much.”
I sink my hand into her hair, wrapping the long strands around my fingers. My other hand goes to her left breast, paying extra attention to her hardened nipple. My mouth moves to her neck, giving it a gentle nip. When I feel her body vibrate with desire, I bite down a little harder. My girl likes a little pain with her pleasure, and I am more than willing to give it to her.
Releasing her hair, I move down her body. My mouth latches onto her nipple, running my teeth over the pebbled peak. I give it a little attention then move to the other one, drawing each one deep into my mouth. While I work her tits, one hand goes straight to her pussy and slides through her already wet heat.
“Please, Van,” she begs, her voice filled with a fierceness that I have never heard before. “I need you inside me. I need to be connected with you.”
I look up at her and realize I need the same thing. I slowly make my way back up her body and bring my lips back to hers again. She swivels her hips, causing my cock to slide in between her hot lips. I glide myself over her clit, knowing what she needs. She gasps out her pleasure then lifts her hips again, forcing the head of my cock right to her opening. I slowly slide into her, growling when her hot walls hug my length.
I stay deep inside her for a minute then slowly pull out. Our eyes are locked together as I move in and out of her heated depths. I keep the slow pace for as long as I can stand it then pick up speed. Before long, I am pounding into her, hard and fast.
“Yes,” she moans, running her hands over my back. “You feel so fucking good.”
She lifts her hips, meeting each one of my thrusts. Each time she shifts, I go deeper and deeper. Loving the feel, I pull back enough to grab her legs and pull them above my hips, angling in a way that will allow me to do what I want.
“Fuck!” I slam into her again. “I need you to let go. Come for me, baby.”
As if my words were what she needed to hear, her walls clamp down, and she screams out her release. Her pussy ripples as her orgasm rushes through her. It feels so fucking good, a tingle rushes down my spine, and my own release hits me. I slide in deep once more, letting her milk my cock of everything it has to give.
I bury my head in her neck and whisper, “Love you, baby.”