Chapter 7

 

 

 

Bellamy

 

Curled up in Banshee’s lap as I take in my sisters enjoy their sexuality, I’m content. At first, the Pretty Pinks’ lifestyle of free love intimidated me as I thought it was a requirement to be a part of them. I found out quickly that it wasn’t. They all have demanding jobs ranging from lawyer, social worker, MT communications, and security. They don’t have the desired time to date and find that one person who completes them. These Wednesday night parties are ways for them to decompress midweek.

 

Fantasies that I had become realities with no shame. I’d never been with a woman, but the first opportunity it was presented to me, I grabbed it by the horns and went with it–with no shame. Those of the keys words, no shame. I learned that I shouldn’t be embarrassed about my wants and desires. I learned to accept them. I’m still curious about a threesome with two men, but I haven’t accomplished that yet. I believe the reasoning behind that is that I haven’t found a man or men that I trust enough to look out for me, but here I am sitting on a man’s lap that I’ve dreamt about for years. The trust is there but not completely, yet.

 

As he gently caresses my stomach with his fingers grazing lightly below the waist of my skirt, the heat of my body rises. He just fucked me and lite the spark that’s ready to ignite once again. My hunger for him is ramped up with ever skim of his fingers below. Turning my head, I press my lips to his pulse point and then nip it with my teeth. The low groan I feel against my lips ratchets up the craving.

 

I rotate in his lap and straddle his thighs. Placing the palms of my hands on the sides of his face, I stare deeply into his eyes. He looks like a starved man whose last meal is me.

 

Lowering my mouth to his, I lick along the seam of his lips then dive in. Our tongues mimicking the longing we both are experiencing. Lowering my hands from his face, down his chest, his stomach to the top of his jeans, I unbutton and unzip little by little prolonging the craving we have for each other. He lifts his hips slightly as I slide his jeans lower providing me with the room I need to pull him completely out of his briefs.

 

With his thick shaft in my hand, I tilt it enough that I can easily position him at my entrance. Sitting gradually filling my pussy with his fullness until my ass is seated firmly on his thighs, I still. The slow beat of ZAYN - Dusk Till Dawn determines the slow pace as I glide up and down each time teasing him. His hands drift from my hips to my ass cheeks as he separates them and lifts his hips demanding deeper access to my channel.

 

Placing my hands on his shoulders and leaning back, my eyes never leave his as we take pleasure in the joining of our bodies. The soul connection has my body shaking with need as he takes over and his punishing thrusts have me moaning and screaming his name. Leaning down, I bite the intersection of his neck and shoulder as I flood his cock with my cum and he growls with the pleasure/pain my bite as supplied him. Laying slack on his chest as he continues to plunge in and out of me, he finally stiffens and grunts my name.

 

He envelops me in his arms brushing the hair out of my face as he kisses my temple. I peek up at him to his relaxed features and lazy smile as his eyes glint at me with adoration.

 

“Bells, you amaze me at every turn. You understand now that you can’t push me away.” I idly nod through the lust-filled fog clogging my mind. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. No more distance between us.”

 

No more distance means accepting Banshee as my fate, my lover, my future.

 

I roll up and place my forehead on his. “I got it, Banshee. No more denying our connection. No more pushing you away, but that goes for you too.”

 

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m exactly where I want to be and have wanted to be since the day I saw you at the Chaotic’s Clubhouse.”

 

I sluggishly rise from his lap allowing his cock to slide free and his cum to spill down my thighs. He straightens his jeans and puts himself away before standing in front of me. Pulling me into his side as we leave the main house to my place, he whispers in my ear. “We need to talk about how much I like seeing my cum leaking out of your pretty pussy, but we’re not ready for the baby aspect of this relationship yet.”

 

“No worries, I get the shot every three months, so we’re protected. You can watch your cum escape my pussy palace anytime you want.”

 

He chuckles. “Thank fuck for that.”

 

As we enter the house, he lifts me in his arms and strides to my bathroom setting me on the counter and starting the water in the shower. I study his back as his muscles ripple with each movement and my desire awakens again. Fuck, this man is going to leave me spent if we keep going at this pace, but I’m not complaining.

 

***

 

As my body eases to the comfort of Banshee’s heat, my phone vibrates. I look to the alarm clock to see it’s just after two in the morning. Before I can reach it, Banshee answers it.

 

“Banshee.” He grunts. “Who the fuck is this?” Another grunt. “I don’t think so, Reggie. There’s no need for you to talk to my woman.” Silence. “Fine.” He hands the phone to me with a pensive glare. “Why’s he calling you, Bells?”

 

“His cousin is in the hospital, and I was one of the nurses that worked on him when he came to the ER.” Situating the phone between my ear and shoulder as I get out of the bed and turn on the lamp, I listen to Reggie’s agitated voice as he complains about the staff not letting him in the room with Victor. “Okay, Reggie. You need to calm down. I’ll be there shortly.” I hang up to a pissed off Banshee gritting his teeth. “Either I go, or he and his crew start a riot in the hospital. You need to chill the fuck out. I can’t control who I come in contact within the hospital. It’s my place of employment.” He grunts. “Stop! I don’t want you tarnishing the past two days we’ve spent with each other with your alpha bullshit.”

 

He tugs me to him as I make my way to the closet to get dressed, burying his face into my hair and sighing. “I don’t want to ruin it either, but I don’t trust that fucker. I’m taking you. Just let me text Poison, so I have back up in case I need it.” I nod. “Thanks, sweets.”

 

Five minutes later and I’m in the backseat of my Charger with Mauve while Banshee drives and Poison sits in the passenger seat. They both grumble and groan about the Blue Enigma as Mauve, and I roll our eyes. What they don’t understand is that we don’t need a man to shadow us. We can handle just about any situation that we face. What they need to know is that it’s nice that they want to protect us and not step on our toes.