Moving on. I have tried so many times, but each time I try, something pulls at a memory of me and Paxton. Each time, I get sucked back into the past. Now, it’s as if my past is forcing me to stay there. Except, we’re not the same people we were, so it’s not really the past, now is it? Maybe it truly is a new future, for us.
“I want to, but…”
I suck in a breath when I lose him from inside of me. Then he spins me around, looking down at me, nothing but concern in his hard gaze.
“You’re scared. It’s new, sweetheart, and it’s so much different than what we had before. We’re different, too. But if we keep taking one step forward just to take two steps back, then what’s the fucking point of it all?”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just—I don’t know,” I say, shaking my head as the tears that have been threatening to spill this entire conversation finally fall.
“Work with me here, baby,” he murmurs as his head dips down and his lips brush mine.
“Okay,” I say on an exhale. “All right.”
“I gotta head out in the mornin’. You gonna be good staying with Genny?” he asks.
“Pax,” I breathe.
“Get to know the women of this club, Clee. It’s a couple weeks, then I’ll be home,” he murmurs as his fingers wrap around my wrist and trace my skin.
“Okay,” I agree before I fix my skirt.
Paxton watches me for a second and then he pulls up his own pants and buckles himself back up. He takes my hand in his and tugs me into his side, sliding his arm around my waist, his hand resting on the outside of my hip.
“You wear shit like that to work all the time?” he asks as we step out of the big metal building and slowly make our way toward the wedding reception, which sounds more like a loud, rambunctious party at this point.
“A skirt and top? Yeah, Pax, you’ve seen me in my work clothes before,” I shrug.
“Everything you got goin’ on right now is skin fuckin’ tight. I’ve never seen you wear anything like this,” he states, running his hand over my tank.
“I usually wear a jacket. It’s cold enough that I should have, but I forgot it back at the shop, today,” I shrug.
“Cleo, you forget your coat, you call your man to bring it to you. Fuck, baby, it’s like thirty degrees out here. You must be freezin’ your ass off,” he rumbles as we walk into the warm clubhouse.
Paxton pulls me into his arms once we’re inside, and though there are people everywhere, I can only see him through the smoky haze of the room. I reach up and cup my hand against his cheek. Looking into those blue eyes that I’ve always adored, I smile.
“I’m okay, Paxton. Thanks, though,” I murmur.
“The second my ass is back here after this trip, we’re getting’ you branded, sweetheart. Want my name on your shoulder. Want my diamonds in your tits, too,” he grins.
“Paxton,” I mumble, unable to look away from his face.
“Mean it, sweetheart. No more fuckin’ around. I refuse to lose you, to let you walk outta the door and away from me. We’ll get our own place, too. You wanna start lookin’ while I’m gone, you feel free. Have the Old Ladies help you. They fuckin’ love that shit,” he chuckles.
“Really? No more staying here?” I ask in surprise.
“We party too hard and need to crash, we’ll crash here; but Clee, we need our own place to start our lives together, and to live,” he states. I can’t stop the huge smile that forms on my lips.
“Yay,” I whisper as my arms wrap around his neck. I press my chest to his as my lips brush the underside of his jaw.
“Drink, meet some Old Ladies, and relax,” he rasps as his hand slides down to grab a handful of my ass, squeezing me before he lets me go.
We walk over to the bar, and he orders a couple of beers before he takes my hand and tugs me toward a huge table full of people. Everyone is dressed nicely, some in obvious bridesmaid’s dresses, and others just in cute, nice dresses. All of the men look about the same, in jeans, long sleeve button down shirts, and their leather vests.
“My Old Lady, Cleo. Cleo, this is my family,” Paxton introduces. I can’t help but smile at his words.
I get a bunch of chin lifts from the men, and some low waves from the women before the guys turn to talk amongst themselves.
“So you’ll be staying with me for a few weeks,” a woman says. She’s blonde, really thin, with big light blue eyes, and she is perfectly put together, as if she’s walked out of the pages of a glossy magazine.
“Genny?” I ask a bit nervously.
“Genny Huntington, Soar’s wife,” she introduces herself with a tip of her lips.
I feel a bit guilty. Soar flirted with me, and I was a little flirtatious back. Even though it meant nothing to me, he’s obviously married. I try to give her a smile, but her eyes narrow for a second before she covers it up and gives me a smile back.
“So do you work or anything?” she asks me after a beat of silence.
I explain to her about how I work at Lisandro’s jewelry store and how much I love working for my best friend. She listens politely, but her eyes keep shifting to somewhere behind me, and her brows furrow each time they do.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Not really,” she shrugs but doesn’t continue on. Colleen, Texas’ wife that I’d met a few weeks ago, joins us.
“Oh, Paxton said you guys might be able to help me look for a place for us?” I ask, trying to break the silence and ease the tension that’s coming from Genny.
“Oh, house shopping?” Colleen asks.
“Yeah,” I nod.
“Definitely. There isn’t a ton around here, but I’m sure we can find something,” Genny mutters distractedly.
“No budget, sweetheart,” Paxton calls out from next to me, turning his head toward our circle.
“There’s a budget,” I mutter.
“No, baby, there isn’t,” he insists. I turn to face him, placing my hand on my hip.
I watch as he faces me, and his eyes flick down to my hand propped on my hip. They then move back up to my own before a lazy grin appears on his lips.
“Fight me, baby. Please, sweetheart, fight me on this,” he mutters just above a whisper.
“Paxton,” I breathe, dropping my hand from my hip as his arm comes out, wraps around my waist, and pulls me into his chest.
“Fight me so that I can fuck that fight right outta you, Clee,” he states.
His face dips and his mouth presses against mine. I suck in a breath, and he uses that moment to slide his tongue inside of me—tasting me and rendering me hopelessly speechless, just as he always does. Then he lifts his head.
“Yo, Gen, I’ll have her by the house around eight,” he calls out.
“Sure,” Genny says, sounding distracted.
I try to turn around to look at her, but Paxton doesn’t let me. He wraps his hand around mine and pulls me toward the hall.
“Fuckin’ hell, brother, where’s the fire,” a deep voice booms.
I peak around Paxton’s shoulder to see a huge man standing in front of him. He’s gigantic, built with thick muscle. He has a short beard and short black hair, his blue eyes almost as pretty as Paxton’s. His features are harsher, more intense, but I don’t know how that’s even possible. To me, Pax is totally intense.
“Who’s the little mouse in your pocket?” he asks, smirking.
“Sniper, this is Cleo, my wife,” Paxton introduces. The man’s eyebrows shoot straight up in surprise.
“Wife?” he asks as his eyes flit from me to Paxton and back to me again.
“Wife,” Paxton nods. He pulls me into his side and presses his palm against my lower back.
“Bates, what’s happening?” a voice says from behind him. A few seconds later, a stunning brunette walks up beside him.
“Torch,” she practically squeals.
She’s wearing what I assume is a bridesmaid’s dress, since it matches a couple other girl’s dresses who are in the bar behind us.
“Brent,” he chuckles. “How you doin’, honey?”
“Better now that I see you’re okay; and who’s this?” she asks, tipping her head toward me.
“My wife, Cleo. Clee this is Brentlee, a friend of mine from Idaho. Known her since we were kids,” he mutters.
I take her in. She’s beyond stunning, and thin but curvy. I watch as she curls into the man introduced as Sniper, and she gives me a kind smile.
“Mary-Anne, the bride, is my sister-in-law,” she grins. “We came out for the wedding, and Kent and I have been worried about Torch since he left Idaho in such a hurry. We’re killing two birds with one stone. Glad to see he’s doing really well,” she says as she eyes me up and down. Her smile stays kind, but she’s sizing me up, nonetheless.
“It’s nice to meet you. I didn’t get to make the wedding because I had to work,” I explain.
“Oh, yeah? But we’ll see you around this week, right?” she asks.
“Umm, Paxton leaves tomorrow, so I don’t know…”
“She’s stayin’ with Genny, Soar’s wife, while I’m gone. I gotta run I have to go take care of,” Paxton says. Brentlee nods just as Sniper lifts his chin.
“Well, come down here once you’re all settled tomorrow. Us girls are going to put on a little barbeque. Nothing big, but it’d be nice to get to know you. Kentlee, my sister, she’ll want to meet you for sure,” she insists.
“Okay, Tigritsa, let’s let them be on their way,” Sniper rumbles. I swear, I do an entire body shiver at the way he says whatever it is that he said.
They walk away, and I have to force myself not to stare at him.
“If you’re thinkin’ you can get a piece of him, they don’t share,” Paxton says. I turn my head to look at him, my mouth dropping slightly. “You were pretty affected by him, baby,” he chuckles.
“He’s huge, Pax,” I mumble as we continue toward his bedroom.
“I know—a little too well, actually,” he grins as he locks his bedroom door behind us.
“What’s that mean?” I ask with wide-eyes.
“Means I’ve seen all of him, Clee. In this life, you see that—all of your brothers,” he says, shaking his head.
“Like public sex or what?” I ask, suddenly fascinated.
She’s so innocent.
My eyes take her in, and I can’t believe that she’s mine. All for me. That she’s willing to continue to stay mine, even with the way I’ve treated her in the past, or even recently. I’m not a man that does grand gestures, flowers and apologies. I’m not an easy man; and yet, she’s still here.
“Yeah, sweetheart, public sex,” I mumble as I take off my cut and set it on the top of the dresser next to me.
I keep my eyes focused on her as I finish removing the rest of my clothes. Cleo doesn’t move. Her eyes drop down to my hard cock, and she watches as I stroke myself in front of her. Without a word, she hesitantly takes a few steps toward me and sinks to her knees. My eyes widen in surprise, especially after the way I talked to her, only hours ago, about this exact subject.
“Clee, no,” I protest.
“Let me. I want to,” she whispers as her tongue snakes out and tastes the tip of my cock. She’s hesitant, and it’s sexy as fuck.
Fuck.
Without warning, she takes as much of me down her throat as she can. My eyes widen as one of my hands flies to her cheek, the other to fist her hair. I let her suck me, slowly and hesitantly, her sweet mouth sliding over my cock as her tongue swirls around the head before she takes me in again, the motion causing me to grit my teeth. She’s so fuckin’ beautiful on her knees, my cock sliding past her lips as she takes me down her throat.
“Gotta fuck that mouth for a minute, sweetheart. Stay real still,” I warn.
I move my hand from her cheek to the side of her head, fisting my fingers in her hair just like my other hand. Then I slowly sink further down her throat, watching her reaction. She doesn’t look scared or apprehensive at all, so I do it again.
Pulling almost completely out of her warm mouth, I sink back inside, a little further and a little quicker, until I’m literally fucking that sweet mouth of hers.
My strokes are even but quick, and it’s taking everything inside of me not to fuck her hard and fast—not to shove myself all the way to the hilt. When I’m about to explode down her throat, I quickly pull out, my chest heaving with my labored breaths.
“Pax,” she whispers as she wipes her mouth.
“Didn’t feel like coming down your throat tonight, sweetheart. I will, just not tonight,” I grin. “Take those clothes off.”
I watch as she strips down to nothing. With her body available for me to look at, my cock grows even harder, aching for her tight cunt again. Fuck, I’ll never get enough of her, any part of her, every part of her.
“Hands and knees on the bed. Face the wall,” I instruct.
Staying perfectly still, I watch as she climbs onto the bed, on her knees, bending over, and I can’t suppress the groan that escapes as her pink pussy presents itself to me. With her feet hanging off of the bed, her legs spread, and her back arched delicately, I make my way toward her.
Sliding my hands up the backs of her thighs, I grab ahold of her plump ass, spreading her cheeks to get a better view of her entire center.
“Paxton,” she whispers as her legs tremble.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, aligning my dick with her wet pussy.
Tipping my head down I focus on the way my cock slides all the way inside of her. Then I lift my eyes and zero in on her tight back entrance.
What I wouldn’t give to fuck her there right now.
Christ.
I don’t mention my thoughts, knowing there’s no way in fuck she trusts me enough to fuck her ass. Her pussy’s sweet, and it’s tight, warm, and wet, so it’ll satisfy me for the foreseeable future—fuck, truth be told, it’ll satisfy me for a lifetime.
“Oh, god,” she moans once I’m fully seated inside of her.
I slide my hand up her spine to twist in her hair before I yank her head back. I want to look into her eyes while I fuck her from behind.
“Pax,” she gasps as she looks up at me.
“I’m gonna be rough,” I warn. She struggles to nod.
I wrap my other hand around her hip before I pull out and slam back inside, feeling the walls of her cunt surround me. With my eyes focused on her soft green ones, I fuck my wife.
There’s nothing else to call this but pure fucking, and I’m going to keep this memory tucked away for the entire trip to Denver and back—until I get to do it again.
“Pax,” she hisses.
Her pussy tightens, and I know that she’s close, so I lean over a little more and slide my hand from her hip to her clit as I press my lips at the side of her neck. Her body is so tense, wound so fucking tight, that when she comes, I know it’s going to be epic.
“Come, sweetheart. Come all over me,” I whisper against her neck. My hips continue to slap against her ass, the sound filling the room with every single thrust.
I feel her shaking as her release starts to consume her. Pulling her hair a little harder, I bring her even closer to me, arching her body to a place that is surely uncomfortable. Right now, I don’t give a fuck. Opening my mouth against her neck, I suck her skin and bite down, my cock continuing to drive inside of her tight cunt, feeling her squeeze me and pulse all around me. Then, as if she can take no more, her legs give out and her body completely relaxes.
I release her hair and let her fall forward before I wrap my hands around her hips and pull her ass up a bit, changing the angle as I pound inside of her, harder than I should. I can’t fucking help myself.
When I know I’m about to explode inside of her, I jerk her hips back one last time as I thrust and still, my long groan filling the room.
“Oh, fuck that was hot as hell,” a voice says from the doorway.
Cleo squeaks and tries to break our connection, but I don’t let her. I keep her hips firmly snug against my hips, my dick very much still inside of her.
“My door’s closed, means you don’t wander inside,” I growl to Honey, who is standing in my doorway.
“I’m sorry. It was an accident, but then I couldn’t look away. Let me play,” she pouts as she takes a step inside of my room.
“Baby, if my woman wanted to play, you would not be the bitch she picked to play with. Get the fuck out of my room,” I grind out.
I watch as Honey stomps her foot and then walks out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I let out a grunt of annoyance as I break my connection with Cleo to walk over and lock the deadbolt. When I turn back around, Cleo has picked up my discarded shirt, and she’s wearing it, covering her naked body from my view.
“What?” I ask as she stares at me.
“She saw me, and you—she saw us,” Cleo whispers.
“Yeah, that shit tends to happen in this place. What’s the deal?” I ask, closing the distance between us and wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me.
“Nobody’s ever seen me like that before,” she mutters.
“Nothin’ to worry about, sweetheart,” I rumble as I lower my face and press my lips to her sweet ones.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she mutters.
“Why? She walked in on us. If anyone should be embarrassed, it’s her.”
Cleo presses her lips together, and it’s then that I know this has nothing to do with Honey. I wait her out, my arms refusing to let her go, holding her close, and patiently waiting for her to continue with whatever fucked up shit she’s got rollin’ around in her gorgeous head.
“She’s skinny, and young, and you’ve been with her. She saw that your wife has dimples on her thighs and ass, boobs sagging down, and probably my stomach, too. I hate that she’s seen that, I know you say you like the way I look, but you’ve been with her, and I’m nothing like her.”
“Do I need to fuck you again to prove just how much I like all that shit you listed as negative about your body?” I ask. Cleo shakes her head with wide eyes staring up at me. “Not one for skinny bitches, baby. I fucked her because she was there, not because I found her attractive. Makes me a dick, especially since we’re technically married; but, sweetheart, you have to believe me when I say that all you have goin’ on is sexy as fuck. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
“Paxton,” she whispers as her eyes fill with tears.
“Not lyin’ to you, Cleo. Now let’s get some sleep so I can fuck you one more time before I gotta leave tomorrow,” I grin down at her.
This woman.
Fucking shit.
She’s everything.