Chapter 13

Peg

She’s eager, impatient. But I’m not going to rush, instead I give in to my desire to learn her body with my eyes, hands, and mouth. Her little gasps, groans, and whimpers are music to my ears. I know she was surprised I wasn’t taking her to bed, but how could I, when it was there she was so recently threatened and almost molested? I’m going to buy her a new bed, burn the old one before I lie with her in her bedroom.

When I first seated her on the kitchen counter she was uncomfortable, but she’s going to learn I like sex anywhere. This certainly isn’t going to be the one and only time for us. As I’ve been toying with her, she’s slowly been getting out of her head, sexual tension and excitement overtaking any concern.

Now I play with her nipples, pinching those dark peaks, pulling at the rings to make her moan. A quick brush of my lips across her mouth, and now I’m nibbling at her neck as she swivels her head to afford me better access. I suck at her pulse, then trace my lips down, over her collar bone and down to her gorgeous chest.

With my fingers toying with one, and using my mouth on the other, I pull and suck on those nipples, making them peak. I could play with her rings for hours, just lie beside her, my hands amusing themselves, pulling and pushing at those little gold circles. A light tug and she tilts toward me, her back bowed and her head thrown back, eyes closed, completely in the moment.

I can smell her arousal as her body gets ready to take me.

With my mouth still paying attention to her breasts, I fumble around the waistband of her skirt, finding the button and slipping it through the hole, then pulling down the zip. Putting my arm around her waist, I easily lift her to give me the clearance I need to push the material down to the ground.

Seconds later, my hands find her slim, trimmed stomach, and now they slide up and down her muscular legs. She’s not built like a bodybuilder, but her strong calf and thigh muscles are tight and well-shaped, paying tribute to the strength she needs in order to do her job. I straighten, and stand with my fingers running along her thighs, first on the outside, then moving in. She jumps as my hands find their way to the sensitive spot between her legs, and her eyes fly open in expectation.

“Put your hands behind you.” She obeys. I’d like to rip her panties right off her, but don’t want any bad memories to come back into her head. “Lift up.” When she raises her hips, I slide them down and off. Then I sink to my knees and just breathe in that perfume that’s uniquely her. The musky aroma turns my cock to steel, making me unfasten my zip to give myself space. My head draws closer, I run my nose from her cunt to her clit, appreciating the smooth, shaved surface. Inhaling deeply, I’m aware that my beard is soaking up her essence. She jumps as the hair scratches gently over her sensitive spot.

“Peg, oh Peg.”

I can wait any longer to take her. Fastening my mouth like a limpet, I thrust my tongue inside her tight channel, lapping like a cat trying to get the last of the cream. She squirms beneath me, and putting my hands to her hips I hold her still. I slide my tongue to her clit again, circling it gently, then going back for more of that cream.

“Peg, I, oh, there. Just there.”

“You like me eating you out, hmm?” The rumbling of my voice causes a full body shudder.

I repeat my actions, the sensations making her produce more of her essence. Now keeping her in place with one hand to her stomach, I use my fingers to circle, then lightly pinch those nerves. Then I exchange mouth for my digits, curling my fingers up inside.

“I, I…”

She’s barely able to form words as I continue my slow but steady assault. I feel her muscles tense and know that she’s close. Pressure inside, my teeth gently clamping on her clit, and her strong thighs grip my head like a vice as she starts shaking, goes still, then with a scream goes over the top. Her head’s thrown back, and she’s panting.

When she’s at last able to speak, her eyes open in wonder. “Peg, that was, amazing. Incredible.” I grin, knowing what she’s trying to say. No one can fake a reaction like that.

Putting one hand on the counter to help pull me to my feet and get my prosthesis under me again, I bend forwards and kiss her again. A slight look of surprise as she tastes herself on me, then she’s enthusiastically mating her tongue with mine.

Reaching my hand into my pocket, I extract a condom, then slide my jeans off over my hips. She sits up to watch me, her eyes widening as my cock jumps free, and I almost wish I had a camera to record for posterity the look on her face as she first catches sight of me.

“What…?”

I glance down where she’s looking, as if I have no idea what she’s referring to, then grin at her reaction. “Oh, it’s a Jacob’s ladder.”

“I’ve never… I’m not sure… Does it hurt?”

I can’t help but laugh. “It won’t hurt you, and it doesn’t hurt me.” Hurt like a bitch when I first had the piercings done to please my ex-wife, but now I barely notice I’ve got it. “You won’t get the full effect with a condom, but one day, darlin’, when you trust me, and the time is right, I’m gonna take you bare.”

She licks her lips as I make her that promise and is still watching as the metal disappears beneath the latex.

My hand now on her chest, I push her gently back down on the counter. “Bend your knees, put your heels on the edge.” As she follows my instruction, I take hold of her hips and pull her closer, then position myself at her entrance before taking hold of her once again.

I close my eyes, almost overwhelmed at the feeling, this strange connection between us. Even with the woman I married there wasn’t this compulsion to make it last, to make it good, to make her never want another man inside her.

And as I slide in, working through her tight channel, I hear her moaning with satisfaction as I slowly fill her, and my piercings roll over her nerve endings. And then, with one last thrust which makes her gasp, I’m fully in. The sight, looking down, of where we are joined, is almost too much. My balls draw up and I throw back my head, screwing up my eyes, willing the feelings to subside. Having regained control, I pull out gently, and then push in again. Slowly, but surely, making sure she’s feeling the full effect of the Jacob’s Ladder, thankful as fuck I never followed my inclination to take it out. I didn’t know it then, but she is the reason I went through that suffering all those years ago.

Her eyes are closed, her head turning from side to side, moans coming almost constantly, though I’d bet she doesn’t even know she’s making any noise. She squeezes her Kegels rhythmically against my cock, the pressure inciting me, and I quicken my pace. Her sound now is a keening, her hands are clenched, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her back is bowed, her hips drawing down to meet my onslaught. And now she’s screaming again, her head coming up, her mouth wide open, and as her orgasm strangles my cock I lose it.

“Never. Been. So. Fuckin’. Good.” I punctuate my words as I pant out my own climax with short pumps into the condom, emptying burst after burst from deep in my balls.

We stayed joined. Our eyes meeting. For a moment we don’t need words, just that connection of our sexual organs and sight.

Then she giggles. “You were right. I’ve never…” Her head turns to the side, and her cheeks turn red.

I swell with pride as I suspect I know what she’s trying to say. “You’ve never come with a cock inside you?”

She giggles again as she turns back. “Yeah, that.”

She’s got me smiling. “My cock made you come, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I raise my hands until they’re at the side of her ribs, and prod gently with my fingers. She jumps. “Ticklish, eh? Well, tell me what made you come. Was it my cock in your pussy?”

She shakes her head. I press in again, making her writhe to escape my probing fingertips. “Peg, stop.”

“Not until you tell me.”

She tries to evade my hands which torture her, but I’ve got her pinned tight, tilting my pelvis so she’s trapped. As she struggles, my softening cock slips out, breaking our connection. “Tell me.” I tickle her mercilessly again.

“Your cock made me come. Your cock in my pussy.” She’s shouting and laughing all at the same time.

Immediately stopping my torment, I curl my hand around her head to support it and bring her closer, so I can kiss her again. “Never been so fuckin’ good.” I repeat, “Never. You’re mine, Darcy. Not lettin’ you get away.”

She’s still laughing as I make my declaration, and I know she doesn’t fully appreciate the implication of what I’ve just said. But in my world, if you claim a woman, you’re making her your old lady. She’s mine for life, she just doesn’t know it yet.

“Shower with me.” I hold out my hand and help her down off the counter, noticing her kitchen smells of sex.

“I don’t know if we’ll fit.”

“Think we just did, darlin’.”

“Babe.” She admonishes me with just one word, and fuck if I don’t like what she just called me.

“Babe, eh?”

She shrugs, then pulls me in the direction of her small bathroom. I strip off my clothes and take off my prosthesis, using the shower rail to hop in and get my balance on one leg. It’s a bit of a tight fit to get under the shower, but we make it, and she takes delight in shampooing my beard, even though I’d rather keep her scent on it. She’s fun, we laugh. In fact, I realise I haven’t laughed so much since, well, ever.

But as we get out and I wrap a towel around her, she leans her head onto my chest and can’t hide her yawn. I can see she’s completely exhausted, she’s come off a long shift, had to deal with her ex-housemate, and then I, selfish bastard that I am, wore her out. She waits while I strap back on my prosthesis, then I carry her into the living room—don’t want her going into the bedroom until I’ve disposed of that bed—then go and find a t-shirt and sleep shorts in one of her drawers. By the time I’m back with her, her eyes are closed, and she’s half asleep. Pulling her forward, I remove the damp towel and pull the tee over her head, and encourage her into the shorts, then sit back on the couch and draw her onto my lap.

She snuggles into me, her arms holding me tight, her grip gradually releasing as she drops off. I settle down for an uncomfortable few hours, but not giving a damn. What could be better than staying awake and watching my old lady asleep in my arms?

Now all I’ve got to do is get her to realise there’ll be no parting us now.

Mid-afternoon I ease out from under her, leaving her sleeping as I place a call.

“Wraith, it’s Peg. You got our package still on ice?”

When he gives me the confirmation, I issue him with instruction. “Okay. Well keep it that way. Don’t mind if it’s damaged, we just ain’t discardin’ it.”

He growls, a response I fully understand. “Yeah, I know. Not my decision, Brother.”

When he tells me I’ve handed over my balls to a woman, rather than my usual snarl, I find myself laughing. “You could well be right.”

I listen for a moment then respond. “Yeah.” He’s not wrong there either, I think, as I admit, “It does feel fuckin’ good.”

The next call I make has Hyde and the prospect knocking at the door a little time later. I let them in quietly, but the swearing and the noise they’re making as they try to take her bed apart wakes her.

Darcy sits up, rubs at her eyes, looks at me, then over her shoulder, then gets to her feet.

“Hey.” My hand holds her back. “Let them get on with it, eh?”

“Let who get on with what?” Her eyes narrow as Hyde walks past with a headboard. “That’s my bed.” Shocked, she instructs, “Put it back. I need that.”

I slide my arm around her and pull her back, half to remove her from Hyde’s path, and half to take the opportunity to enjoy the feel of her ass against my cock. “I’m replacing your bed, darlin’. You don’t want those reminders each time you go to bed.” She goes stiff in my arms as those exact memories come back to her. So, I nuzzle her ear and add, “And, I’m a big fella. We could do with a larger bed.”

Twisting around, she stares in to my face. “You sticking around?”

“If that’s okay with you. Won’t be movin’ in, I wouldn’t presume on that. I live at the club. But I won’t be a stranger. We’ve got a lot to work out, darlin’.”

Her hand strokes down my face and toys with my beard. “I like the sound of us working out together.”

So do I. So do fucking I.

Suddenly I hear someone walking through the door the prospects have left open. I slide my gun out of my cut, and hiss at the large man who’s just entered. “Who the fuck are you?”

As she’s opening her mouth to explain, her eyes widen in horror at the gun that’s appeared in my hand pointing directly at the man striding in bold as fucking brass.

“Who the fuck are you?” He throws my own words back at me. Then adds tersely, “Step away from him. I’m here now, Flash.”

Hyde and Fergus choose that moment to start walking out with the bedframe.

“What the fuck are you doing with that? Put that down.” He thinks he’s got a right to say what happens in Darcy’s house?

Whatever’s going on in here, I’m in fucking charge. If he doesn’t explain himself, I’m going to be having a fucking conversation using my fists. He takes a step toward me, I take one to him, and Darcy steps in between us, one hand on my chest, one hand on his.

“Shut it, both of you. Truck, meet Peg, he’s my, my boyfriend. Peg, meet Truck. He’s a firefighter that works with me.”

“Boyfriend? If you had a boyfriend, why hasn’t he been here with you protecting you?” Truck shouts.

“He was here when it mattered this morning,” Darcy fires back.

“This morning? Flash?” Suddenly he must see the bruising on her arms and on her cheek. He glares at me and, ignoring my gun, pushes Darcy aside. “Did you do this?”

Now I’m a big man, but in width Truck has me beat. Even from here I can see he’s solid muscle. I’m not even sure I’d be able to take him in a fight, but I’d give it a try.

As I straighten my shoulders, Darcy steps back between us and snaps, “Truck! No, he didn’t do anything. Pete did.”

“Pete?” His hand covers his mouth, then slides away. “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah. Oh fuck. He tried to fuckin’ rape her.”

Truck’s eyes go wide. “Flash, did he…”

“No.” Now she turns, and both her hands are on his chest, and I feel a jealous rage start to burn. “The security system Peg had installed alerted his club. They came down and arrived just in time.” She points to Hyde and Fergus, who’ve dropped the frame of the bed, ready to have my back. “That’s why I’m replacing the bed. He overpowered me, held me down….” She doesn’t say anymore. She’s painted him enough of a picture.

The big man’s shaking his head, he looks as distraught as he sounds when he says, “How did he get in?”

“Truck, he was waiting for me when I got home.” She looks at the other man in dismay as his face falls. “It wasn’t your fault, Truck. He could have got me alone anytime. And,” Darcy smiles, turns to me and links her arm through mine, and now her hand’s on my chest instead, I feel my anger immediately slipping away, “if he hadn’t then Peg and I wouldn’t have had a chance to sort things out.”

Truck looks at me and pays particular attention to my cut, then looks at Hyde and Fergus standing behind me. “You mentioned his club rescuing you. You know what and who he is, Flash?”

There’s no point hiding anything. “I ride with the Satan’s Devils.” I lay it out for him.

His eyes widen. “Satan’s Devils? Flash, I hope you know what you’re getting into.”

Darcy just looks up at me, smiles, then nods. “I know.” She repeats, “I know.” She touches the leather that had caught Truck’s attention, her hand resting just over my heart.

My fingers cover hers, and my eyes sweep to meet those of the other man, recognising the care he has for her, but my head concurring with the feeling in my gut. His concern for her is that of a friend, a fellow firefighter, and not because he’s any competition. I’m glad she’s got someone like him on her team. Even if he is suspicious about my membership of the club. He’s still poised, ready to take me on if need be. To protect my woman.

As my respect grows for the man, I set him straight. “Satan’s Devils used to be in some bad shit, got a reputation, for sure. But we run a clean club now.” We just live outside citizens’ rules.

He studies my face for a moment, and finally nods as something flickers across his face. I believe I see a look of interest there, and file that thought for later. “That your scoot outside?”

“Yeah, man.” I tell him. “You ride?”

Now Truck wears a look of contrition. “Did, landed shiny side down when some fucker didn’t see me. I got off okay, but my ride was a wreck.”

I commiserate for a moment, not failing to notice that Darcy seems pleased we’re talking a common language. Even if we’re excluding her.

“You staying?”

The huge man looks at Darcy, then at me, and shrugs. “Not if I’m stepping on anyone’s toes.”

My arm goes around her, hugging her to me, and my hand turns her face toward mine. “Need to check in with the club. But I can be back later.” I need to sort out the fucker Pete for a start. Truck’s reaction to her injuries firing up my anger all over again.

She gives a little nod, then, “Go do what you need to do, Peg. Truck and I will go shop for a new bed.”

“Hell no to that,” I snarl. He might not be showing any carnal interest in her, but I’m not going to let him choose the bed where I’m going to be fucking my old lady. Getting ahead of yourself here, Peg. She hasn’t agreed yet. A thought comes to me. Right now, I need to get back to the compound, deal with Pete, then sit through church, then… There’s no better way to see whether she’ll fit into the club. “When you back at work, darlin’?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

I smooth my hand down my beard, wishing it still smelt of her. “What if Truck takes you down to the police station?” It might be better him than me, and I think she’ll feel easier if she has some support. “Then I’ll return this evening and, if you’re up for it, bring you to the compound.”

I hold my breath, waiting to see what she says, knowing I’m suggesting throwing her in with a bunch of bikers.

But her eyes are sparkling. She raises an eyebrow at Truck, who gives her a nod, then looks back at me. “And the day after tomorrow, we buy a new bed.”

Hopefully she knows she’ll be in mine tonight.

“Certainly will, honey. You can bank on that.” I take a step toward the door, then turn back, gesturing between the two of them. “What’s with him calling you Flash?”

Darcy glances at Truck, then back at me, and laughs.

Truck takes it upon himself to explain. “A flashfire is fast and intense. You should see her jump into action at work. It was said as a joke, then caught on. So that’s what we call her. Flashfire.” He shrugs. “Seemed to fit.”

Like a road name. Flashfire. I like it and with her red hair it really does suit her.

I wink at my woman. “See you later, Flash.”