Chapter Seven
Keira
I’m in my office, writing my next book. This one just seems to be flying from my fingertips. Every time I think I have the storyline down, a twist is thrown and I don’t know where it’s going to take me. I learned after the first book that there’s really no point in trying to plot a book out when the story takes you where it wants to take you sometimes.
Blade took the day off because he knows I’m on a deadline and he wants to help in any way possible to get my work done. The sooner I get this done, communicate with my beta readers and PA, and get the manuscript edited and uploaded, the more time I get to spend with my family. Plus, he knows that at some point I’m going to take a break and want to unwind from sitting in this chair and putting as much of my focus as I can onto my book.
“Kitten, I’m just droppin’ off some lunch and I’ll be out of your hair,” Blade tells me, leaning in and placing a kiss on the top of my head. “You good?”
“Yeah. This book is practically writing itself,” I answer, stretching in my chair and pulling him close.
“You keep that up and you’ll be takin’ an extended break,” he tells me, leaning into me and making sure that I feel how hard he is.
“Maybe I need a quick distraction,” I tell him. “A little inspiration for a hot as fuck sex scene.”
“That I can definitely help with,” my man tells me, pulling me as close as we can get with our clothes on. “It’ll be hard and fast so you can get back to work. Later, I’ll take my time and worship your body.”
I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, letting my nails drag up his body. I feel him shudder and love that I can make him respond from just a touch or look. At the same time, he pulls my shirt over my head and undoes my bra before removing it and throwing it behind him. By this time, my hands have already found his belt and I have it almost undone while he pushes my yoga pants down my hips. They don’t come off, just down far enough he can bare me to him.
“Love that you don’t have papers on your desk,” he tells me as he lays me back and kneels down in front of me.
The first lick from front to back has my back arching off my desk and a moan escaping my mouth. Before too long, Blade is using his mouth and fingers on me. He knows exactly what buttons to push and how to get me to my release the quickest. Knowing that my man loves to watch me play with my tits when he goes down on me, I begin kneading my tits and pulling on my nipples. Blade emits a low groan from deep in his throat and pulls up my clit with his teeth. This sends me over the edge and my release runs rampant, sending stars shooting behind my closed eyelids, and leaving my body shaking.
Blade lines himself up and enters me in one smooth thrust before I finish coming back to reality. He sets a hard and fast pace thrusting in and out of me. I place one hand on his arm and the other one around his neck, pulling him down to me for a scorching kiss that leaves us both breathless.
I can feel his body start to shake and I know that he’s close. So, I run a hand down my body and make my way to my clit. Blade watches my journey and his movements become more erratic. Just like he knows how to get the best response out of my body, I know what he likes and how to get him where he needs to be. I play with my clit to get myself on the edge of my release. At the same time, I run my fingers along his cock while he continues to move in and out of me.
“Keira!” he calls out as his release takes over his body.
Blade finding his release and him biting down on my shoulder is what I need to reach my release. I call out his name and feel weak as I come back down from the high that I find every time we’re together. It just keeps getting better and better. Running my hands up and down his back, we both try to come back to earth. As soon as our breathing is back under control, Blade helps me dress again before putting his shirt back on. With a pat to my ass, he leaves me alone in my office so I can get back to work. I’ll take that inspiration every single day!
Skylar
When it comes to the other old ladies, we all seem to be on the same page. Not only do we all get along, but we offer one another support when we need it. Ashton has voiced an idea that I know several of us have had about a retreat of some sort. No men or kids around, just some of us ladies getting to meet face-to-face. There are so many different personalities between us that I’m sure it will be interesting. I wouldn’t have it any other way though. It would be amazing to meet these women.
Today my head isn’t all over the place, as I’ve let the other girls surrounding me in to help me. Sami is helping me with the kids so that I can bake and make sure that things are replaced at the clubhouse. One of the prospects has been sent over daily to restock the stand that I still have by the road. I’ll never get rid of that when there are a few townspeople that still come here on a daily basis. My grandma’s friends are still the main ones that visit me here and I’ll never disappoint them by taking the stand down. I know that I also have a bunch of shit that needs to be replaced at the clubhouse.
“Baby girl, you here?” Cage calls out, coming in from downstairs.
“In the kitchen. What are you doing downstairs?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.
“Why don’t you come down and see?” he says, keeping the mystery going. “We’ve been busy down there and I think you’re goin’ to like it.”
Cage grabs my hand and leads me down the back staircase. Once we knew Rage wasn’t going to be staying here, we basically turned the room into an extra playroom for the kids. They still have their room up here, but now there’s a bigger one downstairs for when all the kids are here.
Before we reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Joker. He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face and I’m beginning to get nervous about what they’ve been up to down here. They’ve been in the doghouse longer than normal over this site that we started so who knows what they’ve done to try to get out of it. A bigger part of me than I’d like to admit is scared to see what they’ve come up with now.
Joker meets us at the bottom of the stairs and grabs my other hand. He raises it to his mouth and kisses the back of it before stepping closer when we reach the floor. At first glance, everything seems normal. Other than the toys all picked up and the movies where they all belong. This is usually the last room that I clean in the house. Cage turns me slightly to the right and I see a large portion of the room portioned off and shelves now line the walls. There’s a long counter that lines the opposite wall with cooling racks lined up along the counter. This is a dream come true.
“We figured that you could use the extra space for your bakin’,” Joker tells me. “This will help free up the kitchen and give you more room to work.”
“Thank you so much!” I gush out, kissing and hugging both of my men.
“We have to get to work, but we wanted you to see this. I hope it helps take some of the stress away,” Cage tells me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close.
“I’ll thank you properly later on tonight,” I tell them, giving them a wink and making my way back upstairs. My steps may have an added sway to them since I know that my two men are staring at my ass right now.
After Cage and Joker leave, I check on the kids to make sure that they’re okay. Opening my laptop, I check my email before logging onto the site. Once I’ve caught up on everything, I make a post for the day. No one else has, so I figure I can start today’s.
When your guys are in the doghouse, what have they done to get out of it and back on your good side? Since baking is a huge part of my life, my men just surprised me with a portion of the kid’s playroom downstairs being set-up for my baked goods. They are definitely back in my good graces for now.
Bailey responds: Do you know how hard it was to keep that from you? I’ve been wanting to tell you since they brought the idea up. They didn’t waste any time getting it done either.
I respond: Thanks for keeping it from me. They needed to surprise me with this. I needed them to do it too.
I want to check on Hannah while I’m on here, so I send her a private message. How are things going with you and your guys? Are people in your town still giving you a hard time and passing judgement on something they don’t understand? I’m here whenever you need someone to talk to. I hope you know that.
Hannah responds: I’ve kind of started getting used to it now, my guys are beasts when they think someone has said something they shouldn’t...now everyone runs the other way when I enter the same place as they are in. It’s fucking hilarious!
I respond to Hannah: I’m glad that your men go to beast mode when they’re protecting and defending you. But, you shouldn’t have to get used to that shit. People just need to leave you alone and let you live your life the way you want to. It’s none of their business if you ask me.
Hannah responds: This is true, but small-minded people aren’t going to change their ways overnight unfortunately. I’ve learned to let bygones be bygones and just enjoy my life and live it to the best of my abilities. I’ve let go and just covet the gift I’ve found in them. They’ve taught me to live and love and I couldn’t ask for two better men to have come into my life. Thank you for checking up on me, it means so much to have the acceptance and friendship you’ve offered me.
Replying to Hannah’s message, I type: I’m glad that you’re trying to get over people being assholes. Please, if you ever find it getting to you, message me and I’ll respond as soon as I get on. Or, I could always give you my number. That way you can always get a hold of me. I value your friendship as well.
Hannah responds: That means the world to me, to have someone who doesn’t truly know me offer me a hand in kindness. I’ve got my girls, but they just don’t always seem to get it or understand where I’m coming from. You truly are an amazing, intelligent woman and your input has meant the world to me. Thank you so much, Skylar.
I give my number to Hannah in a final message for now and get off the computer. It’s time that I get back to baking. The sooner that I get that done, the sooner I can get to cleaning the house and then spending time with my family.