Chapter 36

Heart

After spending time cooped up with Mouse, I make Marc rest for a while, seeing she’s emotionally, if not physically, exhausted after everything that’s happened over the past couple of days. After her nap, we head back down to clubhouse, and the first thing I spy is Sophie grinning from ear to ear. From what Marc had told me, Mouse has been in contact with his hacker friend in the Arab state of Amahad, and I suspect has given Sophie a message from her friend, Zoe. Those two were so close, their friendship being the reason why Sophie lost half of a leg and ended up here under our protection. A biker’s old lady and the wife of an emir. It’s a strange alliance.

Memories come back of happier times when Crystal, Amy, and I, along with many of my brothers, were invited to attend Zoe’s wedding in Amahad. Fuck, that was a laugh. Bikers rubbing shoulders with politicians and celebrities, but strangely seeming to fit in along with rough desert sheikhs. Mouse still harps on about how he beat the desert dwellers in the bareback horse race. I smile as I remember, and then frown.

Marc had told me everything that Mouse had found out.

My woman might be rested, but remains distracted, her heart torn in two worrying about those kids, and I feel powerless to help her. While I trust Drummer to come up with a solution, Marc doesn’t know him well enough yet, and is having difficulty suppressing her natural leanings to get the authorities involved.

She’s quiet as we eat, ignoring conversations around her, only sparing the odd smile for Amy and Grunt. Prez doesn’t appear, so she gets no more answers. But I start to think how I can take her mind off things later tonight. Hmm, I might be able to come up with a thing or two.

As she automatically puts food on her fork and raises it to her mouth, my cock starts to twitch. Though I’m loathe to compare the two women, Crystal was satisfying, but not adventurous in bed. Marc, I believe, will be up for something different. And tonight, I’ll be the one in control.

A sudden movement beside me brings me out of my thoughts. Marc has put down her fork and is pointing at Amy.

“Amy, sweetheart. I can see you. Don’t keep feeding Grunt. He’s got his own food and doesn’t need to eat yours.”

Amy looks far from chastised. “But Mom, he’s hungry.”

Marc grabs at my hand and glances at my face. She’s got tears in her eyes, and while I’m going to have to get used to Amy using that handle, I find I’m proud as fuck that I’ve found a good woman to give back my kid some normality in life. Two parents. Sure, Crystal should never have been taken away, but all she’d want is for her daughter to be brought up right. And two parents, a mom and a dad, would form a big part of that. As I watch Marc swipe away a tear, I reckon Crystal would approve of my choice of old lady.

Amy’s comment hadn’t gone unnoticed. Conversation has stopped around the table, but I smile and give Marc’s fingers a supportive squeeze, letting her know what Amy has said is no problem for me.

She swallows, clears her throat, and then gets back to the subject at hand. “Dogs eat dog food, Amy. There are some things we’re able to eat that could make them ill. So either give him nothing, or ask first, okay?”

Amy stares at Marc, then slowly nods. The reasonable explanation seems to have sunk in. “Okay, Mom,” she says quietly.

But fuck me, looking around the table, there are a few guilty looks from my brothers. Reckon Grunt’s had more than enough to eat today. Which leads me to say with a scowl, “And that goes for the rest of you assholes.”

“Ain’t givin’ him any of mine.”

All eyes turn to Beef, who’s sitting in front of a huge piled plate. Yeah, that greedy fucker is unlikely to share with anyone.

“Yes, Mom and Dad,” Joker has to add, causing a laugh.

I put my arm around my old lady’s shoulder. A year ago I could never have dreamed I’d ever be this happy again.

A couple of hours later, Marc takes Amy to get her ready for bed while I stay a little longer to talk to Slick before making my way up to join them. I read my daughter a story, explain that no, Grunt can’t sleep with her, and then turn out the light and leave her to sleep.

Returning to my, our, room, I find Marc just standing, staring out at the balcony, but I doubt she’s admiring the view.

“I don’t know how to cope with this, Heart,” she starts as she hears me. “What those kids must be going through.”

Approaching her, I wrap my arms around her, and she leans her head back and puts it on my shoulder. “There’s nothing you can do tonight, darlin’. Prez will come up with something.”

“I feel so useless. And that’s worse, I keep thinking I should be out there, trying to find them.”

And there’s another difference. Crystal would have relied on me and my brothers to sort matters out, content that we’d do everything necessary. Marc wants action, and is frustrated there’s nothing she can do.

“They won’t hurt them, Marc. Not if they’re going to auction them.”

“But they’ll be so frightened.”

“Worrying about it won’t help. Here…” I turn her around so she’s facing me. “You need to let it go for tonight.” My hands move down to the hem of her tee, my intention clear. “Let me help take your mind off it.”

She lets me slide her shirt off, raising her arms to make it easier for me, and doesn’t complain as I remove her bra. “I don’t think you can, Heart.”

“Trust me.”

Undoing her zip, I push down her jeans, automatically her feet lift as I kneel and slip her shoes off, then remove the rest of her clothes. Placing a kiss to her mound, she shivers, showing she’s not immune to my touch, even if her head’s still elsewhere. I want her to stop thinking, to switch off, cease worrying about things over which she has no control.

Standing, I pull my own shirt over my head, then take a scarf from my back pocket and raise it to her face.

“What’s that?”

“I’m gonna blindfold you.”

Her head tilts in question, and I just wait. Then she nods, clearly curious. “Never done this before.”

“Trust me,” I repeat. Not telling her this is a first for me too. But Slick had some good pointers.

When her sight’s taken away, I guide her to the bed. “Lie down, babe. Put your hands over your head and keep them there, okay?”

Goosebumps appear on her skin, but it’s not from the cold, as she gives a little laugh.

“You haven’t got your handcuffs with you, have you babe?”

A shake of her head, and a surprised giggle now. Fuck, that’s a good sound. She’s getting into this now.

I take my time just looking at her body. She’s in amazing shape, obviously keeps herself fit, not an ounce of fat on her, her muscles clearly defined. A perfect hourglass shape, her waist I could span with both hands. Her stomach, for the moment so flat, but which will soon grow with the babies she’s carrying, is marred by old scarring, which does nothing to detract from her beauty. Her gorgeous breasts, thrust out by the position of her arms, and so tempting.

My cock throbs just at the sight, but I keep my jeans on for now. This is for her.

She wriggles, uncomfortable with the delay. I smile and swap the item I’m holding from hand to hand. I’d found a feather on the track up to the suite, and I make good use of it now. Her body jolts as I circle it around her breasts, teasing the nipples so lightly it barely touches her.

“Heart?”

Then I move it down her stomach, gently moving it down, for a second tracing those silvery scars, then evading the place where she most wants me to go, moving it down her right leg, and then the left. Taking it off her skin for a second, I then stroke the sole of one of her feet. Smartly she pulls up her leg.

“Ticklish?” I grin.

“Just a bit,” she agrees.

Judging by her reaction that’s an understatement, but I move on to the next stage. Taking my knife out of its sheath, I warn her. “Stay very still, babe.” Now it’s the cold metal of the sharp blade gently tracing her skin, not pressing enough for it to hurt, just skimming her lightly.

“What the fuck, Heart?”

She’s fighting to obey me, her body tensing in her effort not to move. Her concentration on the implement I’m using, and thank fuck, not the thoughts in her head. And now I’m using both the knife and the feather, alternating the sensations so she doesn’t know what’s coming next. I slide the knife up between her breasts and rest it against her fragile neck, while at the same time lightly circling her clit with the feather.

Hardly daring to breathe, she doesn’t know whether to react to the arousing touch or the threat. I take both implements away, and leave her not knowing what’s coming next.

Silently I go to the fridge, open the ice box and take out an ice cube. She’s still, her whole body flushing as she waits. When her arms start to come down I bark out, “Don’t move.”

Melting ice in my mouth, I lower my head and put my lips on her. She gasps at the cold touch on her clit. My hands grab her hips to stop her pulling away, and use my cold tongue to roll the ice against that sensitive button. Fuck it if she’s not wetter than I’ve seen her before, her arousal weeping from her cunt.

“Oh my God, Heart,” she cries.

I plunge two fingers inside her, curling them around to find that soft spot inside while licking and nipping her clit, which doesn’t seem to know whether to evade the cold touch or come out to play. At the same time I pinch first one nipple, and then the other. Her thighs trap my head, her body tightens, and she writhes as she tries to push against me when my touch is too light, pulling away when I firm it. But I’m in control.

“Keep your hands where they are.” I rumble another warning, suspecting she’s about to disobey.

The vibration of my voice, together with my tongue and fingers, has her tensing up, and then she can’t hold back.

“Heart, I’m…”

I pull away. “Stay still.” I move the knife back.

Immediately the cold steel touches her. She stills, but is unable to control the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her fair skin is covered with a sheen of sweat.

“What are you doing?”

What I’m doing is trying to remove any thought in her head other than what I might be doing next. Dropping the knife, I pull her up with both arms and turn her over. “Head to the bed, babe.” I pull her ass into the air. Then I spank one cheek, and then the other, my cock jumping as I see the red imprint of my hand.

“Fuck it, Heart.”

She starts turning her head, but I spank her again.

“Heart…”

If she tells me to stop, I will. “Go with it, babe.”

I’m not hitting hard enough to bruise, just to arouse her. My hand meets her ass again and again. And fuck me if she doesn’t start leaning toward me. When my hand reaches the point it’s starting to sting, and her buttocks are glowing red, and she’s panting and squirming on the bed, I part her legs and slap her straight on her clit.

She’s so aroused she comes with a scream.

I hold my breath, hoping there’ll be no sound coming from the other room. But luckily Amy stays sleeping.

While she’s recovering I take off my jeans. She’s dripping wet, and so swollen from her orgasm I have to work my way in. Having this independent woman giving me total control is a massive turn on, and my cock seems to have grown twice its normal size.

I start with slow strokes, ramping up both my own arousal and hers. She’s close, thank fuck, because I’m not going to be able to last long. With one hand on her nipple, and the other rubbing her clit, I pick up the pace and start hammering in, feeling that tingling down my spine and the tightening in my balls as she clenches around me.

As she orgasms again my thrusts lose their rhythm, a few last punishing strokes as I empty myself in the cunt of my old lady.

Fuck, does it get any better than this?

She’s collapsed onto the bed. As I spoon around her, gently removing the blindfold and pulling her back against my chest, she’s totally relaxed.

“Hmm, Heart. What the fuck was that?” Her voice sounds slurred as if she’s on the edge of sleep.

“Just getting you out of your head, babe.”

I get no response as I smile against her hair. Thank you, Crystal, for bringing us together.

The wind outside blows up, and the windows gently rattle in their frame, and I swear I hear a whispered, “Be happy, Heart,” before the sound, as quickly as it started, dies away.