Skid
It had been about two months since Stomper had run off with his tail between his legs. Skid had easily taken back his position as vice president of Satan’s Legion, and he knew now that he would never leave it again. He watched the other members carefully, keeping them in line if there was even the slightest hint of them getting out of control. They would never again have a man like Animal in their midst, who would gladly betray his brethren if he thought it was to his advantage. Jewel had been dismissed as well. They couldn’t risk having someone like her around if she was only going to stress Mina out.
Skid had been up since the early hours going over financial reports and checking in with his men. He had sent patrols out to monitor the neighborhood and make sure Stomper and his ilk hadn’t returned. There had been no sign of them, but he felt it was best to make sure their turf was protected. They had become comfortable with their command of the area, and it had left them vulnerable before. He went downstairs and knocked on Park’s door.
“Come in.”
Park had his laptop out, and he had perched a small pair of reading glasses on the end of his nose. They made him look older, but the sparkle that had returned to his eyes recently counteracted it. White light from the computer reflected in the lenses. He glanced at Skid. “Anything interesting to report?”
“Thankfully, no.” Skid sat down in the chair across from him and leaned back, feeling satisfied in a job well done. “Everything seems very quiet, just the way I like it.”
“Your patrols aren’t finding anything?”
Skid shook his head. “I think some of them hope to, just so they’ll have something to do. As much as I like peace, I think they’re getting a little bored. We’ll have to come up with some sort of entertainment for them.”
The president nodded. “There’s a drag race next month. Maybe you should enter. They could cheer you on.”
“Me? No way. I don’t think Mina would let me do anything even remotely dangerous right now.”
Park gave a snort of a laugh. “Yeah, ’cause she’s so easy to keep out of trouble herself.”
“True, but I’m sure some of the other guys would be more than happy to enter instead. Grill’s pretty good with engines; he’s probably got something in the works. Besides, I’ve got this.” He handed a printout to his boss.
He examined it with raised eyebrows. “Explain this to me.”
“I’ve been talking to the manager of this concert venue. They need security, but the guys they get from the security contractor aren’t very good. They’re old guys who are too afraid to control the crowd, or young guys who don’t know what they’re doing. Satan’s Legion could have a long-term contract with them as security. It means free shows for any of the guys who work, the joy of exercising a little power over rowdy concertgoers, and a steady influx of money from a legitimate source.”
Park looked up at him and slowly smiled. “You’re a genius, you know that? You have my full approval for this. Get it started as soon as you can. Oh, and tell me what you think of this.” He turned the computer around, showing him a picture of a crib in dark wood with a matching changing table. “Think Mina would like that?”
Skid grinned. “I’m sure she would.”
“Good. Don’t tell her.”
“No problem, boss.” Skid went back upstairs in search of Mina. It had been a long and busy day and he was ready to spend a little time with her. He found her in the garage, bent over that damn bike again. She was just as tempting as she had been when he had found her in that position before, with her sexy round ass in the air.
“I thought your father told you to stay away from the heavy machinery,” he reminded her.
Mina stood up and glared at him playfully. “As if either one of you could stop me.” She tossed aside a wrench and picked up a pair of pliers.
“Do you need help with any of it?” he asked, scratching the back of his head and hoping she said she did. It would give him a good excuse to do the work for her and keep her from doing anything she shouldn’t be.
“Not at all. As a matter of fact …” She made a few quick movements with her hand before standing up and straddling the bike. She kicked it to life, and it purred underneath her. With her rounded belly and that revving engine, she was the sexiest thing Skid had ever seen.
He leaned over and shut off the bike, keeping his body close to hers. “You had better get off that goddamn bike right now,” he growled.
Mina’s brows furrowed and she tipped her head back slightly. “Seriously?”
“Yes. Otherwise I’m going to have to bend you over and do you right here.”
She maneuvered her legs with a quick motion that turned her so that she was backwards on the bike. Her legs wrapped around him seductively. “And what’s wrong with that?”
“Damn it, Mina…” But he couldn’t resist her. She knew that, and she was manipulating him, but he had no choice but to let her. Before he could think about it, he had ripped down the front of her shorts and was inside her, bracing the two of them on the bike with his feet on the floor, pounding into her.
Mina looked up at him, the danger of what they were doing a flare of fire in her eyes. She bit her lip as she looked down and watched him push inside of her, clearly enjoying herself even though he would have to make it quick.
Skid increased his thrusts and closed his eyes, concentrating on the way she felt around him. He needed her, just as he always did, and even if that meant doing her in the garage amidst all the motor oil and bike parts, then so be it. The tension built inside him and exploded like a mushroom cloud, racking his body with pleasurable spasms that only Mina could induce. “You are a very bad girl,” he admonished.
“Yeah, but you knew that,” she said with a wink.
“I think it’s time we went home,” he said. “I’m not sure I’m done with you yet, and I require a little more privacy to do what I really want.”
She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, pretending to think about it. “I guess that’s all right, but first, I’m hungry. I think you’ve worn me out for the day.”
Skid laughed. It was something he did a lot more of these days, and usually because of Mina. She was quirky and funny and sexy, and now that he could love her openly, he kept discovering just how wonderful she was. “Are you sure about that? There aren’t any other rules you feel like breaking?”
She shook her head. “No. I guess you know how to tame my wild side. I’ll be a good girl, at least until you get me some food and I get my energy back.”
He laughed again, so delighted in her that he couldn’t imagine what things would have been like if he’d had to stay with the Sons of Chaos. It had been a short time in his life, but it haunted him constantly. He had been foolish, and he had nearly lost her. Now, he would dedicate himself to taking care of her in every way he could. ”Okay, I promise I’ll feed you first. What sounds good?”
“Fried chicken and mashed potatoes,” she said instantly.
Skid dug his keys out of his pocket. “Sounds like you’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
“Nope, it’s not me. It’s the baby. He or she insists.” Mina touched her belly, which had grown quite a bit over the last few months. “Park keeps telling me I look like I’m stealing a basketball.”
“Well, you do,” Skid agreed with a shrug.
She slapped him playfully and smiled. “Well, I hope you like it, because it’s all your fault.”
He wrapped his arm around her as they made their way across the garage to his motorcycle, and he brought his hand down to pinch her ass. “You’re damn right, it is.”
After a quick stop for a bucket of chicken, they arrived at their home. There was still a lot of work to be done, but Mina had fallen in love with the place instantly. It was a small Cape Cod-style home with dormer windows on the second floor. It had been built several decades ago, but someone had already replaced the original carpet with hard flooring and had upgraded the windows. It still needed some paint (both inside and outside) and a new kitchen, but it was more than livable. Though Park would have preferred that they stay at the clubhouse where they could always have a support team around them, he understood their need for privacy and had fully supported their move. He had even bought them a suite of living room furniture and given Skid complete command of the Legion to help them move.
“I forgot to tell you,” Mina said as they came through the door and she set the food down on the dining room table. “Rose came by this morning after you left and helped me do some decorating. It isn’t much, but at least the walls aren’t bare anymore.” She gestured at some framed prints and decorative vases that had been placed throughout the living space of the house.
“She’s really taken a liking to your dad, hasn’t she?” Skid had often wondered if the two were a couple. They still hadn’t come right out and admitted that they were, but they were spending so much time together, and Rose had taken such an interest in the baby, that it was the only conclusion they could draw.
“She has,” Mina said with a smile, “and it’s wonderful. Rose is a great woman. In fact, she’s taking me shopping this weekend for some maternity clothes. I’ve been making do with what I’ve got, but I guess it’s time I had something to wear that wasn’t ready to burst off of me.”
“I don’t know.” Skid came around the dining table and put his fingers in the waistband of her shorts. He was hard again already, and thinking about her naked was enough to do him in. “I kind of like it when your clothes are trying to come off you. It saves me a little bit of work.” With deft fingers, he shimmied her shorts off her and pulled her shirt over her head.
“Do you want to go up to the bedroom?” she asked as she unbuttoned his pants. “We can dirty up the clean sheets I put on the bed this morning.”
Skid started to agree, but he shook his head. “No way. I figure we only have a few more months to do it in every room of this house before we’ll be confined to our bedroom for the next eighteen years. We can start here and work our way to the kitchen, then the living room, the hallway …” He was kissing her now, pleased with the options they had now that they were in their own home. Skid turned her around and braced her against the table, entering her from behind.
Mina arched her back to give him better access to her, and he groaned with pleasure as he reached up to grab her breasts in his hands. They jiggled gratifyingly every time he slammed into her, and he didn’t want to miss a moment of it. At this point, they’d had sex in numerous positions, but he never got tired of exploring her body. Skid admired the long planes of her back, the warmth of her ass against him, the strength of her legs and arms as he held herself out for him. He would give her everything he had, and he knew that she would do that same.
Sliding his hand down and around the bulge of her belly, he worked his finger in circles against her clit, enticing her to feel what he could. She said nothing at first, but her knees suddenly bent underneath her and he knew it was working.
Mina pushed herself back upright and against him. “Oh,” she moaned. “That feels so good, but I’m not sure I can take it.”
“Yes, you can,” he assured her. “You’ve got to. You deserve it. I want you to get what you need, Mina. You’re everything to me, and I never want to take anything from you unless I know I can give it right back with interest. I want you to come, so I can come all over you.”
She bucked and fought beneath him, so turned on that she slammed her fist against the table and made the vase of flowers in the middle jump. “It’s so much …” she whispered.
He held her hip with his free hand, keeping her pressed close against him as he pursued his goal. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other ever since he had come back to the Legion, and he hoped they never could. She was simply irresistible. “But do you really want me to stop?”
“No … Oh!” She pressed herself hard against him as she quivered.
Skid slammed into her, using his right hand to continue to keep her happy but unable to resist the temptation of simultaneous orgasms. No matter how many times they accomplished it, it never got old. He loved the feeling of her core as it shivered around him. Skid gave her what she wanted while he took his pleasure, aware of nothing for a moment but the way their bodies fit together as he came inside her once again.
They collapsed in a heap on the dining room rug, laughing quietly as they looked up at the ugly chandelier that had been left by the previous homeowner. The tarnished brass fixture with its dusty glass globes had at one time been an attempt at something fancy, but now it was just on their list of things that needed to be replaced. Skid held Mina close as he looked at it, pleased over how small their problems were now that they revolved around curtains and light fixtures and picking out the color for the baby’s room.
“You know, I knew I shouldn’t have had anything to do with you that first time we were together. I knew it was against the rules, that you were absolutely forbidden. But when you came to me with that crooked smile of yours and you put your hands on me, I knew I was done for.”
She smiled, a movement of her cheek he could feel against his chest. “I’d loved you for a long time before that, you know. As soon as you joined the club, I knew I had to have you.”
“But you were so young,” he protested.
“It didn’t matter. I just needed to give it a little time, time that I think we both needed. Besides, you didn’t pay any attention to me for years. I was convinced you had no idea I existed.”
“Trust me, I knew.” Even though they were together, Skid easily recalled how he’d had to force his eyes to the other side of the room just so he wouldn’t look at Mina when she walked in. “At first, I thought I just wanted you because I wasn’t supposed to have you. I respect the rules, but we all want what we can’t have.”
“And now?” she pressed, looking up at him.
He touched her naked stomach gently. “I have you. You’re mine, and nobody can question that. And I still want you more than ever.”
“Sounds wonderful to me.” Mina reached up and kissed him, then she stood and opened up the food they had brought back with them. He had nearly forgotten about it. She stood next to the table, stark naked, and not even bothering to sit down, as she tore into a chicken leg. Mina reached into the bucket and fished out another one, holding it out for him.
It was completely ridiculous. It was just the way she was, and he loved it. He took the chicken and joined her for dinner.
THE END
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