***Ronin***
I am so fucked. Why? Because I know for a fact that I am staring at my Old Lady’s cunt that’s covered with my cum. Might I add that my cum is leaking into her cunt because I came all over her ass, keeping it slightly open with my thumb so I could mark her in two places at the same time? Yeah...fucked.
My cock got tied to this cunt lightning fast and it doesn’t bother me one damn bit. There’s a lot about her I don’t know yet. I only have a hint about her background, known her for maybe two or three hours, and yet there’s no denying; I’m not letting her go. There’s enough time along the road to get to know one another.
I guide her underneath the water and start to soap up her body. She feels so soft underneath my touch. When I pull her close she automatically molds against me, like she was created to be my perfect match. My hard body shaped to embrace her curves.
She was right earlier when she said ‘You have a weird fascination with my ass’. I can’t help it, it’s fascinating and so damn perfect. Besides that lush ass, her tits are my next addiction. I need to fuck those and mark them with my cum. Shit. I need to get out of this shower and handle some business and talk some more to clear up the mess she’s in. I shut off the water and hand her a towel and grab one for myself.
I never took the time to shower with a chick. The sight of her toweling herself dry is a damn erotic experience my eyes want to have locked on repeat. The way she dries off those lush tits? Yeah, I can hang a towel over my cock and dance around without letting the damn thing drop. That’s what Anouk does to me. She needs to cover up her body and fast.
“Get dressed.” I smack her ass and stalk to the closet.
Throwing sweatpants and a black shirt with the Lost Valkyries MC patch on the couch, I demand, “Put those on.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“Now,” I tell her and keep my eyes locked on her face, watching how her two eyebrows drop as if she’s about to come up with a snarky reply for my rudeness. She’s so damn adorable, I’m having a hard time keeping the laugher inside when I add, “If you expect me to say please, you’re gonna be sadly mistaken.”
Anouk crosses her arms in front of her chest, lifting those damn fine tits that need to be supported. Preferably by my hands. Shit. My gaze slides up and the smug smile she’s got painted on her face clearly shows she made her point. Anouk’s got me tied around her lovely finger with that amazing body and temper of hers.
“I wasn’t questioning your demand, nor the clothes. Actually, I was thankful for them because I was ordered to put on those idiotic scraps of fabric I was wearing when you rescued me earlier. Well, not exactly rescue, but whatever. I wasn’t even allowed to wear panties…I needed to dress up, he wanted me to look that way, and…”
“Anouk,” I growl her name through gritted teeth. “I need you to shut the fuck up about how another fucker wanted you to dress. And for the record, I don’t have any panties for you to wear, but you will be wearing some lace shit that I’ll be buying for you. And I wouldn’t exactly call it me rescuing you, remember how you attacked me at first sight?”
She touches her face, the nice shiner she’s sporting from where she hit the wall and knocked herself out.
I’m about to reach out, comfort her, when she says, “Okay.” Her voice is barely a whisper before she clears her throat. “What a nice shirt, Valkyries, hey...isn’t that like…a woman? One who gets to decide who lives and who dies in battle?” Her fingers run over the shirt I laid out for her with the club patch on it.
“That’s the name of my MC,” I tell her. I don’t feel like I have to elaborate some more.
Her mouth twitches. “You’re a biker? Do your...” she looks around like she’s looking for the right words, “brothers, President, Vice President, know you have a woman stashed in your room? Because with that idiot coming for me, and I know he will be, because my mother and my stepbrother and their big mouths, got me into this shit. Lars has plans for me and wants me back for sure. He had my stepbrother killed by one of his goons who came to pick me up. That was the one you sliced up in the hotel room when we met. No lose ends on either side. Nice, huh? Not that I cared, I would have gladly bought a gun and shot a bullet in that sea of rotten brain cells that were already mush from using drugs all those years. I never liked my stepbrother.” She growls but seems to realize something and gasps. “Shit. I just assumed…with the…uhmm, sex thing…uhmm…you and I…what’s going to happen now? Are you going to let me go? Keep me here? Are you…going to kill me?”
I scratch my jaw while I let her soak in her own rambling.
There’s a knock on my door. “We’ve got company!” I recognize Bark’s voice.
“I’m comin’,” I snap through the closed door while I zip up my jeans and put on my boots.
I grab a gray tank and pull it on before I slide my Glock into the shoulder holster and snatch up my cut from the couch where I left it earlier. I never wear it when I’m on a job. Because when you’re out killing, one needs to wear casual clothing. Hence the reason I was wearing a black hoodie without any markings. Less details for witnesses to remember.
Before I open the door, I grab her neck, place my thumb underneath her chin, and lift it up so she’s staring into my eyes. “No one will be coming after you. You’re my Old Lady. Do you know what I mean by this?”
Her cheeks pink up, making her look adorable. Even with the damn shiner she’s absolutely gorgeous to me with that elegant nose and pouty lips that don’t even need lipstick. Those plump things are strawberry color all on their own.
Anouk nods slowly. “I might know from TV what that means.”
My eyes narrow. “That TV shit paints a pretty picture, it ain’t fun and games.”
Her fucking eyes roll. “Right. Fun and games, that was exactly my thought the second I met you. Duh.”
Did she say, duh?
I’m about to comment when I hear Romeo and Bark both call my name. Guiding her out, we head toward the main room of the clubhouse. There’s a guy in a dark gray suit standing in a circle of my guys.
“The name is Bruno. I’d like to have a word about something that belongs to my boss, Lars Vorth. I’ve come to retrieve what he lost,” the asswipe tells me.
His words make me snort. “Fuck off.”
Bruno points a gun at me in one smooth move, and with that he has three guns pressing against his head. My brothers always have my back.
“I’d still like that talk.” I have to hand it to the guy, his voice doesn’t waver as he eyes my Old Lady that’s standing, or better yet, hiding behind me.
“Prez…he’s got two other guys in a car waiting outside.” I nod at the information Bark just gave me.
“Okay,” I tell the asswipe, “bring in the other two first.”
Bruno holds his palm up. “I’m grabbing my phone out of the pocket of my pants.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bark waves his gun. “Just don’t pee yourself.”
My brothers chuckle as Bruno glares at them.
“You’re the Prez?” Anouk whispers.
I don’t bother turning around. “Yeah, sweetness, you’re the Prez’s Old Lady. And nobody fucks with the Prez’s Old Lady.”
My guys don’t even flinch or raise an eyebrow in question, they know better than to react to my words. I never fucking lie. Bruno on the other hand, has an ‘I’m fucked’ look. Yeah, also no lie.