CHAPTER 23

Flick

I could see Taz was struggling to process what I was saying. Probably didn’t help he was hung over as hell. I shifted and slid further up against his side, so I could reach to kiss his mouth. I pressed my lips to his before pulling back to stare into his baby blue irises.

“I’m here because I choose you. Over everything and everyone else. I. Choose. You.”

A ghost of a frown passed over his face, before a smirk of male pride took its place. Then with a growl, he rolled us over and took my mouth in a hard kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips to dance with mine. He tasted like mint, so I guessed he must have gotten up before coming back to bed and waking me up. Pushing himself up off me with a hand against the mattress beside each of my shoulders, he held my gaze.

“I love you, Flick. I haven’t said those three words to anyone other than you in twenty years.”

Taz was still my own personal brand of catnip. He melted me with both his words and actions. His eyes shimmered with moisture, but my big, tough Marine didn’t let them fall. He lowered again and kissed me some more. I wriggled around until I could shift my legs out from under his body. As his dick came into contact with my pussy, he groaned and broke our kiss. He moved to bury his face against my throat as he pulled his hips back, and as soon as his cock-head lined up with my opening, he slowly slid into me. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, digging my nails in as he hit all the nerves within me, lighting me up.

“Hmmmm.”

“You feel so fucking good, babe. Ain’t ever gonna get tired of fucking you.”

“This aint fucking, Taz. We’re making love here.”

He turned his face and nipped my jaw, before licking away the sting. “I’m always gonna call it fucking, babe. But with you, it’ll always be more than that. You’re just gonna have to translate. Now, shush. I need to focus.”

I chuckled, until he started moving. Then, all I could think about was how fucking good it felt to have him moving inside me, over me. Putting my feet flat on the bed, I met his every thrust. He kept his strokes slow, yet oh, so powerful. That piercing of his did its job and found all the nerves I hadn’t been aware of before meeting Taz. I’d missed him–this–so much this past week.

Wanting more, I clenched around him. With a growl he stopped thrusting, and moved to kneel between my legs, then he gripped each leg behind my knees and lifted them up so my legs rested up against his torso and chest. Then, with a smirk, he leaned forward, pulled his hips back and thrust back in fast. With a gasp, my back arched and my eyes rolled back. Holy fuck, he went in so deep like this. He increased his speed, pounding into me as he rubbed a thumb over my clit. I didn’t stand a chance trying to hold off and make it last, and I blew apart beneath him. Stars exploded behind my eyelids and I was vaguely aware of Taz grunting and his dick twitching within me as he came with me.

I came back to myself to feel Taz pressing kisses against my closed eyelids. With a smile, I sighed contentedly.

“So, believe I’m real yet?”

“I’m starting to. And I see you got some ink.”

That had me opening my eyes, wanting to see his reaction.

“I may have gone and caught up with Silk yesterday. She fit me, in even though it was getting late.”

He sat kneeling on the end of the bed, his dick semi-hard and glossy from the sex we’d had. It had my womb tightening with want. However, for once, his gaze wasn’t on what lay between my thighs. Nope, it was focused on my lower leg that he was now cradling in his palm.

“I bet she did. I guess someone told you why I got my nickname.”

“Andrew.”

He scoffed. “I can just imagine what he told you. Why the fuck are you even here, after hearing his version of why?”

I shrugged as I looked down at the small Tasmanian Devil that now resided on my lower leg. I got him doing his spinny thing, so you could only see about half of the little brown animal through the little tornado he was in the middle of. “So what? You have a temper, and you lost it once or twice. That’s not gonna make me run from you, babe.”

Taz opened his mouth, but closed it with a shake of his head before he uttered another word. Then he climbed off the end of the mattress and headed into the bathroom. With a frown, I pulled the covers over my body, unsure of what the fuck was going on. Did he not like the fact I didn’t care he had a temper? Tears pricked my eyes at the thought that maybe I’d fucked up and now he wanted me gone. I blinked rapidly, not wanting them to fall.

When he came striding out a moment later holding a tube of something and a wet washcloth, he stopped short as he looked at my face.

“What the fuck? Why are you crying? What happened? Did I hurt you?”

He was sitting on the mattress by my side in seconds, gathering me up in his arms. Cradled against his chest, embarrassment rode me hard.

“I, ah, I thought maybe I’d pissed you off and you didn’t want me anymore.”

“Fool woman. That ain’t ever gonna happen. You’ve not had ink before, and you’ve let it dry out. You gotta keep cream on it, or it won’t heal right. And it will get itchy as hell.”

With that, he set me back on the mattress. First, he wiped the washcloth over my pussy and inner thighs, cleaning me up. Then he tossed the cloth on the floor, and moved to hold my leg again, picking up the tube from where’d he’d tossed it on the bed and carefully soothed some of the ointment over my new artwork. We were both silent as he took care of me, and as soon as he had the tube shut and on the bedside table, he looked at me with heat in his eyes.

“Where’s your cut, babe?”

I rolled my eyes with a grin. “Wondered how long it would take till you wanted me back in it.”

I crawled off the bed, and grabbed the leather up from the chair I’d laid it across last night. On top of his. Keeping my back to him, I slid the vest on, making sure I didn’t pull my hair out from under it until he’d had a few moments to admire his name on my back. Dropping my hair down over the back, I turned and grinned. Taz sat in the center of the bed, leaning against the headboard. He had his thick, hard dick in his hand and was stroking it as he watched me with a very heated stare.

“Get back up here, babe.”

Feeling flirty, I moved to stand at the end of the bed for a few moments before I put a knee on the mattress and crawled over to him. When I got to his feet, I gave his ankle a nudge and he got the hint and spread his legs. I slowly moved up closer, loving how the leather rubbed over my nipples with each movement I made. When I got up to his groin, he was still stroking his dick. On his next down stroke, I wrapped my lips around the head and gave him a hard suck.

“Fuck, babe!”

He released his erection to wrap his hands in my hair. Heat pooled between my thighs as he controlled my movements while I licked and sucked his cock. I could taste a hint of myself on him and it was a little dirty, and made this whole thing even hotter. The next time I sucked hard on the head of his dick, he growled and pulled me off him, lifting me up so he could take my mouth in a hard kiss that left my lips stinging and my heart racing.

Then, before I could catch my breath, Taz easily manhandled me so I was facing away from him. I gripped his thighs as he lifted my ass up, then lined his cock up with my pussy opening. After moving both his hands to my hips, he pulled me back, impaling me on his dick.

“I think I’m gonna be taking you from behind a lot from now on, babe. Fucking love seeing my property patch on you while you ride my cock.”

I shuddered at his words, and even though I was on top, with his tight grip on my hips, he controlled every move. Every stroke in hit a sensitive spot inside me that had me crying out. Within minutes, he had me coming hard for him. Before I could fully come down, Taz had me on all fours, with him standing next to the bed behind me. He slid back inside me and with a whimper, I dropped my head down as my arms gave out.

“Love this, love you. Gonna go shopping today. Buy what I need to get this ass ready for me too. I’m gonna own every fucking inch of you, babe. You’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”

“And you’re mine. Goes both ways.”

“Damn straight it does, kitty.”

My heart just about burst out of my chest at his possessive tone and his hard thrusts.

The risk had been worth it. This man, my man, was worth everything.

Taz

After a long shower where I managed to get my cock back inside my woman again, we made fast work of breakfast. Half of me still didn’t believe she was really here to stay. Without letting her out of my sight, I followed her out to her car to see that, true to her word, it was filled with boxes and bags.

“How about we head over and see Scout on my bike, then I’ll grab Eagle or Mac later to help unload all this?”

She tilted her head as she watched me, before she came and pressed herself up against my front, her arms slipping under my cut and around to my back.

“Sure, babe. I kinda figured, what with your lack of trust that I’m actually real, you’d want to bring all my crap in now. You know—as further proof.”

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You should be grateful I haven’t left you chained to the bed. You know—to make sure you stay.”

With a chuckle, she pushed away and taking my hand, led me back toward the house.

“C’mon, caveman. Let’s go see Scout.”

I couldn’t seem to shake the shock that Flick had chosen me. That she’d given up her job, her life in Dallas, for me. I’m sure my hangover wasn’t helping me process. Within minutes, I had her sitting behind me on my bike, her arms wrapped around my waist and her curvy body pressed up against my back. My cock throbbed for her and with a wince, I did my best to adjust things so I wouldn’t damage myself on the ride. Flick chuckled, obviously picking up on my issue.

“Quit laughing, woman. It’s all your fault. It’s been a long fucking week. I missed you.”

“So, no visits to your fan club at clubhouse after I left?”

She was trying to sound like she was joking, but I could hear the fear in her voice. I twisted around so I could look her in the eye.

“Flick, you’re it for me. I doubt I could even get hard for another woman anymore. I sure as fuck had no desire to go fuck some club whore while you were gone.”

Not when I was too fucking busy pining after her like some lovesick fool. But I kept that thought to myself.

With a gentle smile, she leaned up and kissed my cheek.

“Good to hear. Now, let’s get moving. I’m nervous what’ll happen at the clubhouse. Are you sure it’s a good idea to meet Scout there? I really don’t want to get locked up again.”

I gave her thigh a squeeze before I slid my key in, ready to start my bike.

“That won’t happen, babe. He told you to pick where your loyalty lies, you have. With us, so everything will work out fine. Not telling him you’re back, now that will probably get us both locked up.”

With that, I revved the engine and took off toward the clubhouse. I wasn’t sure what Scout would say either, but if he tried to lock my woman up again, it wouldn’t end well. I’d fight for her. Hopefully it would help that she was wearing her cut. That thought had me smiling as I pulled into the clubhouse lot. My old lady was wearing my patch and sitting right behind me on my bike. Life didn’t get much better than that.

Being a Sunday morning, there were quite a few bikes in the lot. Guess the party last night had been a big one. Thankfully, Scout’s was one of them. I’d rung him this morning while Flick got dressed. I’d needed the distraction, or I’d never have let her cover up. He told me to bring her over as soon as we were ready. So, here we were.

I took her hand in mine as we walked over to the entrance, which was being manned by one of the newer prospects. I gave him a nod before pushing my way inside. I winced at what Flick must think of the sight that greeted us. Damn, clearly it had, indeed, been a big night last night. A few of my brothers were sleeping on couches with naked, or nearly naked, chicks draped over them. Not all were asleep, either. Nope, Keg was awake and getting a morning fuck. The naked club whore was kneeling on the couch, Keg behind her, pounding her ass good. Her mouth was busy taking Tiny’s cock. The big man had his hands wrapped in her bleached blonde hair, forcing her to take his full length on each stroke.

Funny, a month ago, it would have been me waking up like that after a big night. Now, I couldn’t imagine anything worse. For the first time in my entire life, I was a one-woman man, and perfectly happy about it. I pulled Flick in close and took her lips, kissing her deep and dominating her mouth. I wanted to fuck her again. Running my palm down, I gripped her ass through her jeans.

“You should have worn a skirt, babe.”

With a chuckle she pulled away, shaking her head. “No way. Not today. Whenever I wear a skirt, you fuck me all day long and today we have some serious shit to do before we can get back to that.” She paused, running her gaze around the room. “So, this shit is normal, huh?”

I shrugged and took her hand back in mine as I started walking toward Scout’s office.

“Pretty much, for a Sunday morning, anyhow. Saturday nights can get pretty wild.”

“Yet, you chose to stay home and drink rather than come party...”

I squeezed her hand but didn’t say a word. I wasn’t going there with her right now. No way. After a quick knock, I pushed the door open and with a smirk, pulled Flick behind me. She didn’t need to see this.

“Sorry, prez, I thought I gave you enough warning with the phone call.”

Scout had a pretty little naked thing on her knees giving him a morning blow job. He pulled her off his dick, helped her stand, then teased her tits for a moment before he turned her away from him and with a slap to her ass, told her to get going. Without an ounce of shame, she strolled past, running a heated gaze over me and a glare at Flick, who naturally hadn’t stayed behind me.

Scout simply grinned at us as he tucked himself back into his pants. “What can I say? Now you’re off the market, we all gotta step up to fill the void you left, brother.”

I flipped him the bird before I pulled up a seat in front of his desk, and tugged Flick to sit in my lap. She came willingly and something deep inside me settled when she wrapped an arm behind my neck and made herself comfortable on my lap.

Scout was still smirking at me—bastard—before he shook his head and sighed.

“Okay, so, Flick? I gather because you’re here and wearing Taz’s patch, you’ve left your previous employment?”

“Yes, sir.”

Scout cut her off with a wave of his hand. “You can cut that shit out. Call me Scout.”

I tried not to smile when her cheeks reddened. My tough chick didn’t get flustered often, but Scout had managed to do it.

“Ah, okay. Yes, Scout. I’ve quit and left the FBI for good.”

“And what reason did you give them for leaving? Are they going to attempt to come rescue you from us?”

She shook her head. “They didn’t respond to my distress call when the Cowboys took me. I was very articulate in my displeasure over that one. They are also aware that I found my brother at the Satan’s Cowboys clubhouse while being held there, and that I’d never do anything to risk him. I told them I was moving to Bridgewater, so it’s safe to assume they know I’m here with Taz and with the Charons. I can’t see them bothering to rescue me now when they didn’t bother to do so when I actually needed it.”

I stroked my palm up and down her thigh as she’d spoken, wishing she’d worn a bloody skirt. Her skin felt so much better than denim.

“Okay, and what do you plan to do now you’re here? I realize Taz will do his best to keep you locked up so he can fuck you all day and night, but in case you’re actually looking for some work to do, what are your plans?”

“Fuck off, Scout.”

He raised his eyebrow at me. “What? Don’t think I can’t see what you’re thinking right now. And it ain’t got nothing to do with her gaining paid fucking employment.”

I frowned when Flick stood and took a seat in the chair next to me.

“What the fuck, babe?”

“Maybe if I’m over here, you can stop thinking about sex for a minute. Maybe.”

She said it with the sweetest smile that made sure I was definitely thinking about fucking her now. Dammit.