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James slides the straps of my red lace bra down my arms. “Always have loved you in red.”
I lick my lips. “That’s why I chose this one,” I confess. His dark eyes bore into me with such intensity I could catch fire. I'll never get over the way he looks at me like there's no one else he'll ever want more than me. Nothing he'll ever crave more than this. More than us. Our one spark created a wildfire that's been burning for years. Decimating everything in our path. Nothing can douse the flames. I'll burn and yearn for this man till the day I die and maybe even after in Heaven or Hell. I’d follow him anywhere. What we have is a ride or die love, and for James I’ve risked it all over and over again.
My motorcycle man walks me back toward the window that overlooks his outlaw kingdom. Loud music echoes through the clubhouse. The roar of engines sound.
All his men below, ready to ride for him at will. Ready to die all in the name of loyalty and brotherhood. I too am at his command. The Prez shows no mercy. I’ll do as he pleases. I stare down at the party, waiting in anticipation for his next move. The heat of my man presses against me from behind as he sweeps my hair to one side.
I’ve tried to fight it but there’s no denying that he is mine, and I am his in every way imaginable. He kisses me between my shoulder blades, carving a path down my spine with his lips, stopping only when he reaches the dimples above my ass. My body has changed over the years, and I don’t have the perfect one I once did. I’ve gained weight. I have scars, wrinkles, and stretchmarks, but when he touches me all my imperfections fade. When James touches me, I know he cherishes every inch. Hooking his fingers under the waistline of my thong he drags the red lace material down my legs, tapping the backs of each heel for me to step out.
There’s nothing better than the rough pads of his fingers on my skin except him inside me. My body quivers as the cool glass of the window hits my taut nipples. James doesn’t waste any time. Lining our bodies up, he enters me with one deep thrust that has me crying out in pure ecstasy.
“Always fucking wet for me, baby. That pretty little pussy is so eager and greedy. Fucking soaked.” He pulls out and slides right back in. My body molded to the shape of him. Two halves of one whole. There’s never been a more perfect fit than the way my pussy curves to his dick.
I brace my palms on the windowsill. When he starts to move my body...mostly my hip bones take a beating against the lower half of the brick wall that sits under the window.
He fucks me so hard my bones may crack. I can’t breathe as he pounds relentlessly giving me every brutal but achingly- beautiful inch. Colors burst dancing behind my eyes. I see stars in every shade as my orgasm quakes through my body. I jolt and jerk against him.
“That’s it, Lex. Come all over your cock.” Yanking my hair, he tugs my head back to claim my mouth, cutting off my air, as I pant into his mouth. Sweat drips between us. He breaks away from our kiss letting out a deafening groan, spilling his release inside me.
James severs our connection. “You still on the pill?” he questions breathily in my ear.
I shake my head, unable to catch my breath long enough to answer.
“Good,” he growls, pushing his fingers up in me. “What would you say if I told you I want another baby with you.”
My eyes grow big and round as the full moon coming out from behind the clouds. “I’d say you’ve totally lost what little of your mind you have left.”
“You wouldn’t want another?”
I tense as he pumps his fingers in and out, about to bring me to another orgasm. “If it happened then I’d have to come to terms, but no. We’re in a different stage in our lives. But it’s not going to happen. The shooting. I can’t carry another baby.”
“Fucking Ruthie?” at the mention of her we both lose our interest in my getting off a second time.
“Yeah.”
James steps away, going to the bathroom. “God damn cunt. Shoulda put a bullet between her eyes,” he mutters before slamming the door.
Well that went over well. I leave him to work through his anger alone. Opening one of the drawers of his dresser, I dig out a t-shirt and slip it over my head. The black worn cotton swallows me like a tent. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I run my fingers through my hair, working out the tats. Another baby isn’t something I’d want. We have a granddaughter, and I selfishly want him all to myself. I don’t want to share him. I’ve waited too long for this. For him.
The bathroom door opens, and he stands there quietly observing me. “C’mere,” he says finally, and I go to him. His arms wrap around me, and I lay my head to his chest. “Got caught up in the moment. I’m sorry that was taken away from you.”
“It’s okay. I don’t want a baby, James, and not because I don’t love you, but I’m past that part of life. I want us to enjoy it being just us. Maybe that makes me selfish, but we have Mila now. Trust me. East and Wylla are going to be calling on us to babysit.”
“I do like having you all to myself.”
“It has its perks. We don’t have to plan around a baby. We can go and do what we want when we want.”
“I can keep you naked.” His hand slides down to cup my bare ass.
“That too.”
“Get cleaned up and come on to bed.” James releases me, and I move around him to make use of the bathroom. “There’s some new toothbrushes in the top drawer. We’ll shower in the morning,” he says as though I don’t have a choice in the matter, but I decide its best not to argue with him for now.
Making do with what I call a whore’s bath I wash up in the sink then brush my teeth. When I return to my man, he’s kicked back naked on the bed eating the pizza from earlier.
“Need to recharge.” He grins and pizza sauce drips down his chin and onto his chest.
“You need a bib.” I grab a napkin from the stack on the table. “Here.” I hand it to him then crawl into bed.
“We got an appointment tomorrow to look at that property I got my eye on.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? Want to get both houses on the market. That’s why you saw me talking to Holy’s sister. She’s in real estate. I’m ready to have this every night.” He reaches over and pinches my tit.
“Ow. Well who said I want this every night?” I wave my hand in his direction motioning to the naked Neanderthal getting pizza everywhere.
“You did.” He drops his pizza onto the nightstand and rolls over top me, planting a sloppy pizza kiss on my lips.
“Oh sick. You still got pizza in your mouth.” I shove against his chest but he only chuckles. “Ugh. If this is what I have to look forward to I’m so not moving in with you, mister.”
He moves away momentarily to wash down his pizza with the last of his beer. “Hate to break it to you. Not only are you moving in, but you’re gonna marry me, babe.” He threads his fingers with mine as he looms over me once more, pushing my legs apart with his knees.
“You asking or telling me?”
“Definitely telling.” His mouth closes in on mine. “You ready?”
“For what?” My breath hitches in my throat.
“It’s happening. I’m thinking tomorrow while everyone is here.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Tomorrow works.”
“Hello? Works for what? Am I included in this conversation?”
“Sorry. Was thinking of where I’m getting Roane to ink my brand on you.”
“I’m not getting a tattoo.”
“Yeah you are.”
“No. I’m not.”
“Not up for debate. I’ll hog tie you if I gotta, but my name’s going on your body.”
“I don’t need a tattoo.”
“You’re getting one....right...” his lips dip to my neck. One hand moves down my side and up under the t-shirt I’m swimming in trying to get away from his crazy ass. His palm splays across my ribs. “Want my name right here.”
“It’ll hurt.”
“I’ll hold your hand.”
“Oh gee thanks. How mighty of you.” I roll my eyes. James pushes off the bed and goes for his jeans. “Where are you going?
“Need to make sure Holy will be around tomorrow.”
“Holy? Why?”
“Need him to officiate.”
“Excuse me? We are not getting married tomorrow. There’s a process. Documents and a license or whatever. You can’t just...” he cuts me off with a kiss.
“Pretty girl, I can, and I will. So be thinking about what you want to wear.”
“We can’t do it tomorrow. Wylla Mae is still in the hospital.”
He frowns. “You got me there. All right this weekend then.”
“Slow down. We have time.”
“Nope. I’m not waiting. Want my ring on your finger. My bastard patch inked on your skin.”
“We’ve got time, James.”
“There will never be enough time for me with you in this life.” With that I melt under his touch and decide I’ll give this man what he wants. How can I deny him after something so damn sweet?
His cell phone buzzes from the nightstand. “Lily,” he mutters as he stares at the screen. “It’s late.” He pauses. “Right. I can do that.” He makes a face and slaps a palm to the back of his neck. I watch curiously as he makes another call. “Gamble. Yeah, it’s Murder. Listen, two of my guys are coming up North. Perfect, baby doll. Yeah. Talk soon.”
“Is Lily okay?”
“She will be. I think she found someone she’s been looking for.”
“Who’s that?”
“My niece.”
“I didn’t know Lily had any kids.”
“Lily was married. Malcom couldn’t handle the rape. It changed him. Changed their marriage. He became a miserable drunk. Every time he looked at her all he saw was the face of her rapist even though I killed that piece of shit. Lily wouldn’t give up on him or their marriage. She loved him. Thought a baby would fix him. Make him remember the man he once was. Only when she told him he blew his brains out. She gave the kid up for adoption. Girl named Hazel, about twenty-six years old.”
“And you always knew about her?”
“Lily didn’t talk about it for years. Only started looking a few years ago. It was a closed adoption.”
“Poor Lily.”
“Yeah. It’s been rough for her. Said she felt like a piece of her was missing. So when Ruthie pressed me for a kid that shit hit close. Made me think of Lily and all the hurt she carried. If I could give Ruthie what Malcom couldn’t do for Lily...I thought maybe it’d fix her, but it didn’t work out that way. Every time around the third or fifth month she’d lose them.”
“I can understand that. I know that was hard for you and poor Lily. I almost gave Wylla Mae up, and I can’t imagine my life without her.” James squeezes my hand. I can’t fathom what him or Ruthie even as much as I hate her went through with loss after loss. So many miscarriages. I need to change the subject. This conversation has taken such a depressing turn I want to cry. “So who’s Gamble?”
“Female Prez of the Baltimore chapter of the club.”
“That’s interesting.”
“Don’t worry, babe. It ain’t like that. See her like a daughter.”
“I’m not worried. I know I got you wrapped around my finger.” I smirk and give him a kiss that leads to a blow job to remind him anyway.