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Emmy
It’s the day of the MC’s Christmas party. I'm really excited because I miss Oliver like
crazy. He’s been busy helping his dad the past week so I haven't had a chance to see him. I’ve kept busy with Amy, doing lots of Christmas things, like shopping and setting up the tree.
Oliver and I talk on the phone every night and text all day, but I’ve gotten so used to seeing him on a daily basis that this separation is unbearable. I've been away from him for so long in the past that I don't want to be away from him anymore. The others have tried to keep in touch as much as they could, but Talon and Charlie’s parents have been dragging them to loads of parties and other functions. Ben and I have had a few video calls and we text everyday. Poor Felicity is the only one of us who’s bored out of her mind.
It’s cold as fuck outside. Canadian winters are not something to mess with, yet girls still go out clubbing in short dresses and freeze their asses off just to look good.
Yeah, I'm not like that. So even though this is a party, I'm wearing jeans, a bright red, long sleeved shirt that’s low cut enough to show the top of my breasts and a winter coat.
A knock at the door has me jumping off the couch. When I open the door and see it’s Oliver, I don’t even give him time to say a word before launching myself into his arms.
He catches me and starts to chuckle. “Hey there, Firefly, I missed you too,” he says with a smile in his voice as he holds me tight.
“I missed you so fucking much,” I say, before smashing my lips to his. He kisses me back with just as much passion. I want him so badly that my panties are already getting damp.
A throat clears behind us, causing me to reluctantly break the kiss and detach myself from Oliver. Turning with a sheepish look and red cheeks, I see Amy standing there with her arms crossed and a murderous look on her face.
“Oliver,” she says in a bitter tone as she glares at him.
Oliver nods his head. “Hello, Mrs. Moon. Hope all is well with you?” he says respectfully, as if my foster mother isn’t five seconds away from murdering him and burying his body in the backyard.
“Have her back before midnight. I don't need her getting in trouble with her probation officer because of you,” she snaps.
“Of course. The last thing I want is Emmy to get punished because of me,” he says.
Amy scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I'm sure, because you're such a Prince Charming,” she says sarcastically.
“Amy!” I hiss. “We talked about this. I forgave Oliver. I know the truth and I just wanna move on.”
Amy huffs out a breath before she finally nods in acceptance. “I’ll try. But it's not that easy to forget what he did to you...”
“I know what I did was horribly wrong, and I’ve regretted it every day since. I’m so grateful that Emmy has decided to give me a second chance, and I promise you that I’m gonna spend every day showing her just how much I love her. I know I don't deserve her but I'm also too selfish to let her go. She’s my reason for living.” You can clearly hear the sincerity in his voice and feel it in every word he says, which makes my heart melt into a puddle of goo at his words. I love this man so much it hurts, but in a good way.
“Well... you better!” she grumbles under her breath. I walk over to Amy and give her a hug.
“Don't worry. I'm safe with Oliver. He won't let anything happen to me.”
With that, we leave the house. Oliver takes my hand, leading me to the end of the driveway, where a black and silver motorcycle is parked. I pause and look up at Oliver. “We're taking this?” I say, pointing at the bike.
He smiles widely, “Yup!” He hands me a helmet. “Dad got it for me for Christmas. He said that the son of an MC president can't be without a bike. I'm not complaining," he shrugs with a satisfied grin.
I look at him with pinched brows. “Since when can you drive a motorcycle?”
“Tyson had a spare one in the shop. I got my license this summer before heading back to school,” he says, putting his helmet on. “Hop on, Babe, but hold on tight. It’s my first time riding with someone else.”
My eyes go wide and the rush of nerves makes me freeze on the spot. He sees the indecision on my face and gets off the bike. Coming over to me, he wraps his arms around me. “You just told your foster mom that you're safe with me, and now I need you to believe that. I’d never let anything bad happen to you, Baby. Trust me?” he asks. I nod with a little hesitation.
Oliver gets back on and I follow suit, swinging my leg over the bike behind him and sitting down. I put my helmet on and wrap my arms tightly around Oliver’s toned body. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, when I feel the bike coming to life between my thighs.
It only takes a few minutes, before I realize the ride isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It’s actually pretty fun and I begin to enjoy feeling the wind rushing past us. There’s this feeling of freedom that I’ve never felt riding in a car. I have no desire to go out and learn how to drive a motorcycle, but I definitely wouldn’t mind riding with Oliver again.
After about half an hour, we pull up to their compound. It almost looks like a little gated community. In the middle of everything sits a big building, almost like a community hall. The surrounding streets are lined with smaller houses and two large warehouses sit in the far back corner.
Oliver pulls up to the gate, nods to the guy guarding it and, a few seconds later, the gate slides open. We continue down towards the main building. As we get closer, I see a line of bikes parked just outside the entrance. I can hear how loud it is inside, as shouts and laughter mix with the Christmas music carrying through the air.
Oliver parks the bike and turns it off. He climbs off first before helping me and then takes off both our helmets to hang on the handlebar.
“When we get in there, stick with me. A lot of them know who you are, but they are still bikers. They are dirty fuckers who don't have any functioning cells in their brains when they drink.”
I nod my head, I have no intentions of going far from Oliver’s side for any amount of time tonight. My father is their sworn enemy and I'm not stupid enough to be taking any chances.
When we walk through the doors, Oliver is greeted with cheers. After welcoming him, they turn to look at me on his arm. Some look at me with curiosity, some with lust, others with distaste.
Clinging to Oliver’s side, we walk through the crowd until we stop in front of a group of guys at the centre of the room.
“Oliver, my boy!” a handsome, older man with short, black hair and a nicely trimmed beard greets Oliver. He turns his gaze on me. “And this must be the beautiful Emmy. It’s nice to officially meet you. Oliver’s told us a lot about you,” he says with a friendly smile.
“Dad, cut the crap,” Oliver laughs. “She knows everything. She also knows that half the guys in here know who she is and have been keeping an eye on her the past few years.” Oliver turns to me. “Emmy, meet Steel, the president of the Phantom Reapers and my father,” Oliver says with a cheeky grin.
“Nonsense. You’re practically family. Come give me a hug,” he says with a striking smile. I can't help but smile at how friendly he is. For a big bad biker, I was not expecting this. I give him a quick hug before tucking myself back into Oliver’s side. Oliver resembles Steel with the same dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
“And this guy with the ugly mug is Tyson, my older brother,” Oliver jokes. My attention moves from Steel to a younger and much sexier version of him, and my breath hitches.
Instantly I’m struck by how beautiful this man is. He has the same raven black hair as Steel, but his is a little longer. He has a five o’clock shadow that gives him a rugged, yet handsome look.
I remember Tyson. He used to come into the tattoo shop every couple of weeks. I’d spend the whole time he was there drooling over him. At the time, he was the only guy other than Oliver that I’d ever had a crush on. I mean, how could I not? You would have to be blind to not find him at least a little bit attractive. Just looking at him used to make my panties wet. And speaking of panties, that is currently what they are right now... wet! No, scratch that... soaked!
My bitch ass pussy needs to calm the fuck down! Girl, you have three sexy guys and a gorgeous girlfriend, you don't need anymore dicks!?
“Emmy,” Oliver says, drawing me out of my inner thoughts.
I blink up at him, “Yes?”
Oliver shakes his head and laughs. “I asked if you wanted a drink?” he repeats, nodding his head in the direction of the bar behind him.
“Oh, umm yeah, sure. Rum and coke please.”
“I’ll be right back,” he says, giving me a quick but still heated kiss that leaves me panting before he looks at his brother. “Keep an eye on her for me? I don't trust these guys not to try something. I can tell most of them are already drunk off their asses.”
Tyson nods his head. “She’s safe with me,” Tyson counters, his voice smooth as whisky, before Oliver takes off to get me my drink.
I stand there a little awkwardly. “Sooo... how are you?” I ask, then cringe, realizing how lame that sounded. He lets out a sexy chuckle.
“I’m doing just fine,” he responds with a smoldering look. “Just fine, indeed.” His eyes are blazing with desire, and I feel a zap of lust through my own body. It’s like I can't help but react to him, like my body remembers him too.
“Here you go, Babe,” Oliver says, giving me a kiss on my cheek as he hands me my drink when he returns.
“Thanks.” I force a smile and take a sip. I'm hit with a sudden rush of guilt. This is Oliver’s brother. I have no right to think of Tyson this way.
Try telling your greedy vagina that, you thirsty bitch!
Needing to get some space between me and Tyson, I quickly finish my drink, and Oliver and I find ourselves a booth. I cuddle into him and relax while looking around.
The place is packed with MC members. They’re all wearing black vests with the Grim Reaper on them.
Oliver says that tonight is pretty tame compared to typical nights here, that normally there are a lot of Sweet Butts hanging around too but tonight is just about family.
Thank god, because I don’t think I'd enjoy watching some old dude fucking someone in front of me.
“How are you doing?” Oliver asks, his lips grazing my ear. I shiver at his caress.
“As long as I’m with you, I'm good. I could sit here all night in your arms,” I tell him, turning to face him.
His lips meet mine and slowly our kiss grows heated. He grips my thigh as he deepens the kiss. Just when I think I'm about to jump him, someone whistles.
“Yeah, buddy, get it, Oliver!” some guy shouts and a bunch of his buddies start cheering and hooting.
I pull away from Oliver’s lips with pink cheeks. Oliver just gives me a smirk and kisses my nose. “Come on, Firefly, let's go mingle with these hooligans,” he says and rolls his eyes.
Oliver introduces me to some of the other members and their Old Ladies. Oliver leaves his arm around me and I hug his side, just listening to everyone talk. For the most part, everyone seems pretty friendly. Some of the Old Ladies welcome me with open arms, talking about how excited they are to have a new woman in the family, and not another Sweet Butt trying to bag themselves a biker.
“Oliver!” a feminine voice calls from behind us and Oliver stiffens. “Fuck!” he groans. We turn around and I see a very attractive girl with red hair making her way through the crowd with a big smile painted on her face.
When she reaches us, she jumps into Oliver’s arms. He doesn’t seem to expect it, because he almost drops her.
My vision turns red. How fucking dare this bitch put her hands on MY man?!
Not wanting to make a scene, I try my hardest to hold back the need to grab the skank by the hair and rip her off him.
Luckily, she doesn’t stay in his arms for long, because Oliver quickly pries her off him.
“Mariah,” Oliver says, sounding irritated. “Nice to see you again,” he says, with a pained smile forcing out the pleasantry.
“I missed you,” she replies in a sensual voice, causing my eye to start twitching with the force it's taking me not to punch her. She has yet to acknowledge my presence.
Oliver’s jaw tick as he tries to be polite, but he is clearly not okay with how she's acting towards him either.
“You never text me,” she pouts.
“Well, seeing as I have a girlfriend, who I’ve told you about before, I don't think it would be appropriate to text another girl,” he points out, “not that I would want to.”
Her eyebrows scrunch up. “Girlfriend?” she snarks, like the word offends her.
“Yeah, his girlfriend,” I say with a fake as fuck smile on my face. “Hi. I'm Emmy.”
Now she finally looks at me. After a tense moment, she gives me a tight lipped smile. “Hi,” is all she says. She then goes back to ignoring me and starts chatting away to Oliver, while I just stand there.
Rude much?!
Oliver tells her he’s going to get a drink and drags me with him over to the bar and orders us each another drink.
He turns to face me. “I'm sorry about her, Firefly. She shouldn't have put her hands on me like that. She knows I'm with you. Hell, everyone here knows that in one way or another, but she’s never respected it. Her father is the MC’s enforcer, so I've always tried my best to let her down easy, but I swear she's almost as bad as Brittany!” He runs a hand down his face, letting out a groan.
“Why do I attract the crazies?” he mutters. I arch a brow. “Not you,” he chuckles. “I mean, sure you have your moments,” he jokes and I slap his arm and smile. “But you're the best kind of crazy,” he continues in a husky voice that makes my belly flip.
We sit and hang out at the bar for a while before Mariah comes back.
“Would you look at that,” she smirks, looking up. “We’re under the mistletoe. You know what that means,” she purrs.
Oliver looks up at the mistletoe. “Huh, guess you’re right, it’s only right to keep tradition,” he says with a shrug. For a moment, my heart clenches at the thought of him actually kissing her, but it quietly fades when he gets up from his stool and pushes his way between my legs. He runs his hands up my thighs, then lifts them up to cup my face.
“Hi,” he murmurs with a sweet smile.
“Hi,” I breathe, looking into his ocean blue eyes as butterflies flutter around in my belly. He kisses me softly but it’s packed with so much love, everyone around us can probably feel the warm and fuzzies radiating off us.
An angry huff draws our attention. Mariah stands there with her fists balled up. “I meant me!” she grinds out.
He raises his brow. “Why the fuck would I kiss you, when I could.. I don't know.. kiss my girlfriend instead?” he says, pointing at me. I'm desperately trying to hold back a laugh. The look of rejection mixed with outrage on her face is straight up hilarious. Bitch can't take a hint and it’s making her look totally needy and desperate. No one likes that.
She opens her mouth like she wants to argue but Oliver cuts her off. “Look, Mariah, it was nice to see you, but I'm trying to have a good time with my Old Lady. So, if you don’t mind, we would like some alone time,” Oliver states like he’s very close to just yelling, “Fuck off and get lost!”
She stands there gaping at him, like she can't believe what she's hearing.
Oh god. He really does attract the nutty ones.
Her jaw snaps shut and her face turns murderous. She turns to me, and if looks could kill, I'd be dead in an instant. She lets out another angry huff before turning around and storming off.
Oliver looks stressed. I don't want her to ruin our night, so I decide to make him forget about it.
I stand up, knocking back the rest of my drink and taking Oliver’s hand, dragging him behind me. He gives me a curious look but follows along without a word.
Leading him into the girls’ bathroom, I let go of his hand to check the stalls to see if anyone else is in here. When I'm sure that the coast is clear, I drag him into the biggest stall.
I look at Oliver with a look of pure hunger. Surprise flashes on his face, but it quickly turns into a predatory look of his own.
The bathroom door doesn't lock, so I don’t wanna risk getting caught having full-on sex, but that doesn’t mean I can't show Oliver just how hot it was to watch him tell that whore off.
Locking the stall door, I turn back to Oliver, who's leaning back against the wall with a cocky, lust-filled grin.
“What do you think you're doing, Sweetheart?” he asks with his raspy voice full of desire.
Saying nothing, I prowl towards him. His eyes follow my every move. When I reach him, I lean in to brush against his lips. He lets out a low growl when I give them a nip. I keep my eyes locked with his as I cup his hard length, giving it a squeeze. He groans in response. He’s a rock solid eight inches. My mouth waters with desperation to wrap my lips around his smooth, velvety shaft.
Lowering myself to my knees, eyes still holding his, I slowly undo the zipper of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His large cock springs free, almost slapping me in the face, making Oliver chuckle, but it quickly turns to moans of pleasure as I circle my fingers around his hot length.
I slowly pump his cock a few times before lifting him to my lips. I glide my tongue along the underside of his dick from balls to tip, where I can taste his salty precum, making me moan as I suck him into my wet, warm mouth.
Oliver’s hips thrust forward, causing his cock to go deeper and making me gag a bit.
“Baby, I need control right now. Please?” he pants out. I hum in agreement, causing him to hiss out a breath. His hand makes its way into my hair and he grabs a handful. I pull back for a moment. “Don't hold back,” I purr before wrapping my lips around him again and sliding up and down his cock. He lets out a growl before taking control.
He starts fucking my mouth with vigor. I gag around him a few times and drool starts dripping down the sides of my mouth, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn't majorly turned on right now. I'm loving every second of this. Knowing that those sexy sounds of pleasure he's making are because of me and my power over him. Knowing that it’s only ever been my mouth on his cock.
Oliver’s pace picks up, as he drives himself in and out of my mouth. Only a moment later, he lets out a long sexy groan and he comes hard down my throat. I swallow it all down greedily, as his cock jerks and twitches on my tongue.
After I make sure I've gotten every last drop, I pull back, licking my lips. He lets out a satisfied groan.
“Fuck, Firefly, you’re just full of surprises, aren't you?” He gives me a passionate kiss, and I'm sure he can taste himself on my tongue.
“You have no idea,” I say with a dangerous smirk.
His eyes look dark and wild. “I can't fucking wait to find out.”
I smile and bite my lip.
“Let me return the favor?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Not this time. This was about you getting your control back. You needed this. But trust me, I’ll let you make it up to me soon,” I say with a wink.
The bathroom door opens and we both freeze. My eyes go wide and I look at Oliver, putting my finger up to his lips, telling him to keep quiet. His lips twitch with a smile against my finger and his eyes dance with mirth. We wait a few minutes in silence.
“I think whoever came in here left. I'm gonna go out first, then you follow after,” I whisper, just in case I’m wrong.
“Babe, I dont think anyone here gives a shit if we were in here fucking. If anything, they realized we’re not anywhere to be seen and probably assumed that's what we are doing,” he says with a hint of humor.
I slap his chest with the back of my hand. “Well, I don't want anyone here thinking I'm just another Sweet Butt. I don't suck just anyone’s dick in nasty bathrooms, you know,” I say, coming off a bit sassy.
“I sure as hell hope you don't,” he growls with a smile.
Rolling my eyes, I give him a quick peck on the lips before unlocking the stall door. As I walk over to the sink, someone else comes out of a stall and bumps into me.
“Shit, sorry,” I apologise, that is until I see who I’ve bumped into.
It’s Mariah...
Lovely.
How long has she been here for? Did she hear me sucking Oliver off? Part of me hopes she did.
“Watch where you're going, whore!” she hisses.
“Look, it was an accident. I apologised like a civil human being. The polite thing to do is accept it and move on," I snark back. What a bitch!
“Here's how this is gonna go,” she starts, stepping closer to me. “Oliver is gonna be mine. Someday, he will be vice president of this MC, and I plan on being right there with him as his Old Lady. You're just a distraction until he comes to his senses and realizes I'm what he needs. My dad is a part of this life. I know what to expect and I'm protected. This is the world he belongs in, and I'm gonna be the one who helps him get to the top.” She really sounds like she believes in every bit of crap that just came out of her mouth.
I stare at her, blinking for a few moments... then, I snap. Everything that has happened over the past few months hits me all at once. I start to laugh, like a full blown hysterical laugh. I probably look like someone fresh out of the loony bin but I can't help it. Her words were my breaking point. Like hell I'm gonna just sit back and allow another bat shit crazy chick try and come between me and MY man.
This bitch knows nothing about Oliver. Hell, Oliver can't even stand the witch, yet she acts like she's a shoo-in to become his wife.
Normally, I'm not a violent person, but there is something about her that reminds me too much of Brittany and just makes me wanna grab her by the back of the hair and smash her face into the bathroom sink.
So, I do just that.
I sober up from laughing in the blink of an eye and grab a chunk of her hair, making sure to get a good grip on her head, before ramming her head down into the sink.
There’s a sickening crack, followed by a horrified scream.
“What the fuck, you crazy bitch! Let go of me!” she wails, trying to get free of my hold.
Gripping her hair tighter, I jerk her head back to face me. Her face is smashed and bloody. Blood gushes from her nose. She reaches up to try and claw at my arms, but I yank her head back some more and she screams again.
“So, here’s how it's gonna go. Oliver is MINE! He has been for the past 13 years. You're delusional if you think I'm just gonna let some self entitled skank come in here and think she has any rights to my man, just because her daddy is best friends with his dad. That's not how shit works, sweet cheeks!
"I'm just so fucking sick and tired of crazy psycho bitches thinking that they have some right to something that is not theirs in any way, shape, or form. Also, it’s pretty trashy to try and take another woman's man right in front of her. You need to work on your lady skills. You’re gonna fuck off and leave Oliver alone for good. It’s just that simple.” Everything I'm saying is coming off eerily calm, considering the situation.
Smiling wide, I pat her cheek with my other hand before shoving her on the bathroom floor.
Oliver chooses this moment to come out of the stall. My eyes lock on his and the look of pure hunger on his face.
He walks towards me like he's the hunter and I'm his prey. Stepping over Mariah without a single glance her way, he grabs the back of my head, slamming his lips down to mine and kissing me hard and fast before pulling back with half lidded eyes.
“God, Baby, do you know how fucking sexy that was? Watching you defend what's yours, and only yours,” he groans. He takes my hand and moves it to cup his, yet again, very hard cock. “You feel this? This is how fucking hot you make me.”
My breath hitches and I'm ready to take him back into that stall and let him fuck my brains out, but before I can carry on with my amazing plan, the stupid bitch on the floor starts to groan.
Oliver turns his head and finally looks at her. His face scrunches up, like he’s looking at something revolting. He shakes his head at her and turns back to me, grabbing my hand.
“Come on, Firefly, let's get out of here. I have a feeling this is not gonna end well.”
I sigh. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble for you. I just couldn't stand another psychotic bitch trying to take you from me.”
He kisses my forehead. “I know, Baby Girl, I'm sorry that it keeps happening. I hope you know that I hate everything about all of that.”
I nod my head. “I do. I know you only want me. You've proven that to me more than once.” I smile at him, as we walk out of the bathroom hand in hand.