Chapter Three
~Gentry~
The ride is a blur. The closer we get to Haven’s Harbor the harder my dick gets. Damn, I have it bad for this woman.
When we pull in and park, Collector and Sonnie give a wave before they take off down the road to the hotel we normally crash at while we are visiting.
This isn’t our first stop at Haven’s Harbor and it won’t be our last.
Judge grew up next door to Tempest’s cousin. He’s always sent money supporting the facility. Once on the road, he met a woman and her son who were in a bad situation. He called in a marker to Tempest so Sabrina and little Danny would have a place to go.
They are doing well here. Everyone who comes here, Tempest keeps safe and gets them back on their feet. I admire her dedication.
She is this woman that is the whole fucking package. Only, with Tempest, she is so busy caring for everyone else, she can’t see that life just passes her by.
Just thinking about her makes me crave her. She’s the only person who has ever pulled me in. I know loss, I just don’t know love … could I have that with her?
Judge and his woman, Tamalyn, want to take Tempest out to dinner tonight. Luckily for me that is three hours from now. While we are here, they want to check on Sabrina and Danny. They will first see them rather than interrupt Tempest’s work day.
Me, on the other hand, I have every intention on being a distraction to her Monday afternoon.
X and his woman, Hadley, are going to spend their time with Cameron Linn and her son Brennan. Hadley and Cameron survived life on the streets together in New Orleans. Cameron has settled in here well and even works at the front desk for Tempest. Coming here saved her life and her son’s.
Everything seems to come full circle back to this place and Old Dog’s shop in Alabama.
While they play catch up, Trapper will do whatever it is he does. Rowdy turned off a few miles back to have some alone time with his wife, Michele. He told us he knows of a flower shop not far from here that keeps peonies year round. He wants to give his woman her favorite flower.
Things are changing for all of us.
Rowdy has already said when we get back to Leed, Alabama this life isn’t for him anymore. He wants to settle down with Michele. They want to do the family thing. If I were him, I would be the same way.
After everything they have been through, I get it. Sonnie, Collector’s woman is ready to get back to her business. After Old Dog was killed because some sick fuck worked for him and was protecting his brother, the tattoo shop was left to Sonnie. She’s had someone running it while we’ve been away, but she misses the art. There is no doubt when we leave Haven’s Harbor this time, the Devil’s Due MC will never be the same again.
Can we all find a way to settle down?
Not me. I just don’t know that I could build the same kind of life they are in Alabama. Not that it’s a bad place, but I don’t know if I can face being in the same place day in and day out. The open road is my escape from the past that chases me.
And yet, when I am away, Haven’s Harbor is always on my mind. It’s always pulling me back somehow.
Rowdy and Michele, I see it. The house, the picket fence, two kids, and a dog … maybe even a cat. I can see it for them. Collector and Sonnie, too. Hadley and X have never known a comfortable life but the kind of love and relationship they have, I can see them settling down without a problem too.
Judge and Tamalyn, well as close as Tamalyn and Tempest are, they may not leave here when the time comes to say goodbye and I wouldn’t be surprised.
Where does that leave me? I’m not settling down with Trapper that’s for damn sure.
I would love to say there is family in my future, but I just don’t feel it. I can’t explain it, maybe it’s fear. It’s something I want, but there is a part of me that’s not sure how to make it happen. My childhood wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t something they write books about either. If I had a kid of my own, I would be afraid I would mess him up.
At a fast clip, I walk inside Haven’s Harbor and straight to Tempest’s office. Cameron Linn smiles big as I pass by without a word.
Yeah, it’s rude as fuck.
But I’m a man on a mission and my cock is leading the way.
Shutting the door behind me, I watch as Tempest’s face goes from surprise and fear to a sly grin. I close the space between us.
Tempest stands, wearing a navy blue dress that flows loosely around her small frame with some sexy as fuck red heels. Reaching her, I grab her behind the neck before crashing my lips to hers. As her mouth opens, I fucking take, yes, I take her with my tongue.
She whimpers as her tongue hits mine. With my free hand, I drop it straight to the globes of her ass and squeeze.
Fuck, yes. This right here, my mind clears as she presses her body into me. Her hands fumble fighting to get my belt undone. When she finally frees my cock, she jerks her mouth away while stroking me.
My balls tighten and I almost blow my load from her touch.
Seeing her desk chair close by, I move us to it. With my ass planted in her spot, she stands in front of me, I bite her tit through the fabric of her dress and bra while sliding my hands up her legs. Her skin is soft.
The noises from the lobby are drowned out by my need, this carnal desire to be joined with Tempest. I locked the door as soon as I came in so now is my chance to get lost in her.
Finding her panties, I quickly pull, snapping the sides and yanking them off. Lifting the silk garment to my face, I inhale smelling her tangy scent. My fingers plunder, teasing her pussy while she grips me stroking hard and fast. She wants this, too. Always does.
She is wet.
When she comes closer, I drop the panties and grip behind her knees pulling her over me straddling my body and the chair.
Reaching between us, she lines my cock up with her entrance and slides me in her inch by inch. I hold my breath as her body stretches to accommodate my size.
“God,” Tempest moans. “Godzilla,” she whimpers when she seats herself covering me completely.
I laugh. “Godzilla?”
“Your cock, Godzilla. It’s a beast!” She says as she begins to ride me. I lean in pressing my lips to hers silencing the chatter.
I don’t talk. It’s not my thing, but fucking, oh yeah, I can fuck. Gripping under her thighs, I lift Tempest as I also thrust up making sure she feels every millimeter of me inside her.
The walls of her pussy clamp down like a vice grip trying to hold me in place. Tempest rests her hands on my shoulders to find her balance as I work us both up.
The chair creeks under us and I don’t stop.
Breaking away from our kiss, I catch my breath as my body seems to feel every single touch of her body to mine.
“Don’t stop, Deacon,” she cries out my road name and I quicken the pace. She moans inaudibly as her pussy tightens and her stomach clinches and she soars over the edge.
My balls throb, but I fight the urge to come. Tempest drops her head to my neck where she places soft kisses behind my ear.
“Deacon,” she whispers. “It’s good to have you here.”
Slowly, I rock in and out of her as the aftershocks work through her.
“Good to be here, beautiful.” I tell her honestly feeling like I am home for the first time in my entire life.
The tingle in my spine tells me I can’t hold off much longer.
Tempest lifts her head, looks me in the eyes, and in a raspy voice tells me, “I’ve missed you.”
When her lips hit mine sealing us together, I lift her up and slide out just as my come shoots out onto the floor, the chair, and both of us. Only when I’m spent, does Tempest stop kissing me and rest her head on my forehead.
“Damn, Deacon, you know how to say hello.”
I laugh, “Godzilla knows how to make an entrance.” I look around her body pulling her close to me and loving the feeling of her body against mine. “And a mess. He knows how to make a mess.”
She laughs against me and it’s heaven to my ears. “I love that I can make you lose control, Deacon.”
“You say that until you gotta change your dress.” We both laugh. “I’ll be happy to help you change,” I wink and she relaxes against me again.
This is peace.
This is happiness.
This is home sweet motherfucking home.