Mace’s Madonna (Pagan Souls of Cherokee MC #5)

Mace Chapter 11

As we entered the common room, it was a loud bunch. I made my way straight to Jessamy. She was smiling as I approached. I saw the other women all grinning, but I didn’t care. Their men were doing the same thing with them. I was thirsty, but I needed a kiss first. She came to her feet and walked into my arms, raising her mouth so I could kiss her. But it was a mutual one when it happened. It was the catcalls from the guys that made us break apart. I made sure Cara wasn’t paying attention before I gave them the bird. They laughed. Arif and Aliya were old enough not to be corrupted. They giggled.

“Thank you, baby. I needed that. Can I get you something from the bar?” I asked her.

“No, I’m good, but let me get you something. You sit and rest. You had a long week.”

“I can do it,” I protested, but she pushed me into the chair and strolled off. Atticus was manning the bar. The others were getting drinks, but when they saw her, they waved her ahead of them. I watched her joking with my brothers and even Atticus. She was fitting in seamlessly.

“She’s a sweetheart. You’re lucky to have her. Don’t blow it,” Joli warned me.

“I don’t plan to.”

“Have you asked her again to be your old lady?” Eliana asked.

“What about moving in with you?” was Natalya’s question.

I grinned at them. “Does anyone else have a question before I answer?”

They smirked, but no one said anything.

“Alright, I don’t plan to blow it. I haven’t asked her again, but I plan to. And I’m asking her this weekend if she’ll move in. Now, shh, she’s coming back,” I whispered.

When Jessamy reached us, I took my drink. I sat it down so I could pull her down on my lap. She let me cuddle her close. I inhaled her scent deeply. I loved having her unique scent all over me. Others ended up joining us while some played a game of darts and pool. The conversations were varied and about nothing that was stressful. There were a lot of fun tales about our work week. I heard Jessamy sigh.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“Hearing everyone talk about their work makes me miss my kids even more. I love that you’re all protecting me, but I’m going stir-crazy. I’d love to do something.”

I knew this had been an issue, and I wanted her to be able to do what made her happy, but she couldn’t be out without a guard detail.

“Jessamy, I might have a solution to your boredom and the need to keep you safe. What if you were to help at one of our businesses? We have several, and there’s at least one of us at each location most of the time. I’m sure we can find you something,” Agony suggested.

It wasn’t a terrible idea. Before I could say anything, Hulk put in his two cents worth. “Wire and I oversee Soul’s Striptease. You could work there.”

“What the hell!? My woman isn’t working as a goddamn stripper!” I thundered.

“Whoa, I didn’t say as a stripper. Sheesh, do you think I’m crazy? We always need a variety of help. But since we don’t want her harassed, what about working in the back with us and helping with schedules, ordering, and stuff like that?” Hulk asked with a wink. He knew what I’d think, and he’d done it on purpose.

“You wait. One day if you find a woman crazy enough to put up with your ass, I’ll see how you like some of the shit you’ve done and said turned back on you,” I warned him.

“Bring it on. If that’s all the threat you can make, I’ll take it. Would you mind sending out a message so the right woman walks through that door in the next month or two?”

The women smirked, which made me wonder what they were up to. Pope said something that distracted Hulk from seeing their faces, so I decided not to say anything. Whatever they were up to, I couldn’t wait to see what trouble it caused Hulk.

“While Hulk’s suggestion is a possibility, I was thinking of someplace a little less likely to make Mace’s head explode,” Agony said with a grin. “Does anyone have suggestions?”

“I do. I know your true love is working with little ones. We see it when you’re with Cara. What about coming to work with us at Pagan Promises? We wouldn’t have a teaching position, of course, but we often have people who bring their children with them to their appointments. They don’t have a sitter. The kids get bored and need to be entertained. And then there are those times when the kids are the patients, and they’re scared and need to be distracted or put at ease. We do our best but are still working on their medical needs. I know it’s not the same as teaching, but it would get you out of the house, and it’s a secure location. During open hours, one of the prospects is there as a security guard, or if they can’t be, then one of the guys does it,” Eliana said in an excited rush.

Jessamy sat forward. I felt the tension in her body, but the expression on her face told me it was a good tension. “Are you serious? Do you really need that? It’s not just something you’re suggesting for me?”

“It’s real. We’ve been talking about how to help the kids, and it just came to me when you said that. It would be perfect. It would take a major load off me and my staff,” Eliana assured her.

Jessamy glanced back at me. She was eager. “What do you think? Can I?” I heard the quiver of excitement in her voice.

“Babe, I think it’s a great idea. It gets you away from here, and you would be helping. You adore kids, and it’s a controlled environment. I wouldn’t have an issue with it.”

We spent almost an hour with Eliana and the others before I suggested we head back to my house. By the time we did, they’d devised a plan for Jessamy to start coming into the clinic next week. We went home after telling the others good night, which signaled those with kids to do the same.

It was still early enough that I knew she wouldn’t be ready for bed. I had things we needed to discuss. I smiled as we walked in, shedding our shoes and my cut. Even if she hadn’t officially moved in, this felt like our home. We settled ourselves on the couch so we could snuggle close. I left the television off.

“I want to talk to you about a couple of things, Madonna.”

She glanced up at me. “Is it about the job at the clinic? If you think it’s not safe, tell me. I won’t do it.”

“No, I think you should do it. It’s about you living here at the compound. Specifically, you living in the clubhouse.”

“What about it?”

“First, let me ask you this. Have you thought any more about being my old lady? I’m not trying to rush you, but I think we’ve been doing rather well. I hope I’ve dispelled a lot of your worries about it. I’m more certain than ever that I want you as my old lady.”

“I have been thinking about it. I agree that these past several days have been wonderful. I feel as if I’m getting to know you. And I don’t mean just Mace. I mean Tiergan, as well. You have two parts to your personality, and I believe you’ve shared them equally with me. Yes, we still have things to learn about each other, but that comes with time.” She paused.

I held my breath. My gut was churning. I wanted her to say what she knew was enough, but I was afraid it wasn’t. “Tell me what else you need to know to help this along.”

“I’m not saying that you have to do a huge information dump. It’s more the day-to-day living that will reveal that. Things that take months or years to be known.”

I groaned. I couldn’t help it. She rubbed her thumb along my chin. “Don’t do that. I’m not saying it’ll take months or years to give you an answer, Tiergan. Based on what I know now, I can tell you that I’d love to be your old lady. But should we wait until after we know for sure my kidnappers and that bunch are taken care of?”

“No, we don’t have to wait. It’ll happen. And although we hope to have it resolved soon, it could take longer. If that’s the case, we shouldn’t put our lives on hold. We need to live them. Will you be my old lady? Once you say it, I can ask the club to vote. And before you ask, you have nothing to worry about. They know you’re mine.”

She smiled at me and said, “Then I’d love to be your old lady.” As she said it, she was hauling me closer. After her last word was said, she kissed me.

I ravished her lips. I was so goddamn happy she was accepting that she was mine. We kissed each other passionately until I recalled there was more I wanted to ask her. I reluctantly ended it. She was pouting. I laughed.

“Don’t give me that look. There’s more we need to talk about, and then I’ll be more than happy to kiss you again.”

“Fine, but hurry.”

“You’ve accepted me as your old man. You’ve been spending every night here with me. It only makes sense that you move your things from the clubhouse into here. We’re not living apart. I can’t abide by that. I want you with me.”

“Well, I can do that, but there’s one thing we need to do if I move in.”

“What?”

“Christen that bed more. I think you and I should make love on that bed to make it officially ours and not just yours. I mean, what if we find we don’t like having sex together? That would be terrible to find out after moving in and making a claim known.”

The laughter in her gaze made me growl. I attacked her neck with my teeth, making her scream. I kept it up until she begged for mercy. Once she did, I gave her my answer.

“We should go and christen it, but I have no doubt we’ll be more than compatible. Are you sure you’re ready to go that far?”

“I’m very sure.”

“Thank God. Let’s go. We’ll move your things over tomorrow after I get home from work. And I’ll let Agony know we need to have a quick meeting then to vote. There’s no way I can wait a week until our next church.”

“Then what’re you waiting for? Let’s get naked,” she said.

I scooped her up and almost ran to the bedroom with her giggling the whole way. I was so damn happy. She said yeah. Now, to finally get to make love to her the way I’d been dying to do it since I met her. I shook with need.

The trip to the bedroom seemed to take forever. When we reached it, I gently lowered her to her feet. She didn’t say a word. She just began to remove her clothes. I followed suit. I almost ripped my T-shirt, trying to get it off. When we were both naked, I stood there, taking in the sight of her from head to toe. It never got old looking at her gorgeous body. I’d touched every inch of her over the past several days. However, I couldn’t wait to claim her ultimately. I groaned as I imagined my cock inside her.

She was watching me as closely as I was her. I saw hunger on her face like I knew she saw in mine. I couldn’t believe I was about to claim her fully. The things we’d been doing while giving me and her satisfaction weren’t anything like I knew this would do. I found I was slightly nervous. I wanted this to be the best sexual experience she ever had. I knew it would be for me. Even kissing or oral sex had been the best for me, even with all my experience. It wasn’t because she was an expert at it. It was because there were genuine feelings behind it. I cared more about her pleasure than my own, a first for me.

She curled her finger at me. She wore a sexy smirk. I glided over to her. Before touching her, I had to tease her. “Yes, is there something you want, Madonna?”

I should’ve known she was up for teasing me back. “No, I just wanted to be sure you were going to turn out the lights so we could go to sleep. I’m so tired,” she punctuated her speech with a yawn. She turned to climb into the bed.

I growled and then tackled her, causing her to shriek. I took her down onto the bed but made sure not to do it too hard. I trapped her under me. I pressed my hard cock into the seam between her ass cheeks. I nuzzled the back of her neck before gently biting it. She moaned and rubbed her plump ass against me.

I planned to take my time with foreplay and get her off a couple of times before the main event, but just like that, I was desperate for her. My cock ached, and my precum was leaking out onto the head. I slid a hand down to feel her pussy lips and probe her entrance. She was slick and ready. I spread her slickness up to her clit. I rubbed lightly across it. I felt her shudder.

“Tiergan, please, I can’t wait. As much as I love how you touch me and make me lose my mind, I need you inside of me. I need to know what your cock feels like stretching me. Going so deep,” she moaned. Her words had more of her creaminess slipping out of her.

“Fuck, I want that, too, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back, Jessamy. I want you so much. I don’t want to get too rough,” I warned her. I’d never been this turned on in my life. My cock felt ready to burst.

“I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Don’t wait. Take me,” she whimpered.

I had just enough brain cells to ask, “Are you on birth control?”

I heard her breath catch. Shit, I didn’t want to use a condom. For the first time ever, I wanted to go bare.

“I take shots, but they don’t protect me from other things.”

It might not be sexy, but we had to talk about it. I kept teasing her folds as I let her know. “It doesn’t, but I was tested before you arrived, and I haven’t been with anyone since that test. It came back negative. I’m assuming you’re negative, too.”

“I am,” she whimpered as I circled her clit.

“I want you without anything between us. We’re committing to each other, Jessamy. There’s no need for barriers,” I whispered coaxingly. She barely made me wait for her answer.

“You’re right. Forget the condom.”

Unable to hold back a moment longer, I rolled her over onto her back and centered her in the bed. I wanted to be facing her this first time. I hooked her knees in the crook of my arms and widened her legs as I pressed them closer to her chest. This opened her wide so I could see her glistening pussy. Using one hand, I notched the head at her tight entrance and then began to press inward. I took it slow. I groaned. She squeezed the hell out of the head. Her muscles tried to resist the invasion, but I refused to let them. I kept pushing steadily. She was moaning, but she didn’t tell me to stop, so I kept going.

“Son of a bitch, you feel fucking amazing,” I growled.

“So do you. Oh God, please don’t stop,” she panted.

When I finally had my balls resting against her ass, I paused. It was more to get my breath and to calm myself. She was bathing me in fire and more of her cream. Her muscles fluttered around me, feeling like nothing I’d ever felt. Passion was evident on her face, and I knew it was on mine.

“Ready?” I asked.

“More than ready.”

I slowly pulled back until only the head of my cock was inside. Holding her gaze, I thrust swiftly. She cried out as I sank back into the hilt. It wasn’t a cry of pain. Unable to stop, I snapped my hips back and did it again. Soon, I was riding her fast and deep. She was moaning, scoring her nails down my chest and back, which I loved. She wasn’t a passive lover, either. She would move her hips to help my thrusts go deeper. Her fingers teased my nipples. Occasionally, we’d kiss.

I felt the wave building. I was afraid I’d come before her, which I didn’t want. I was about to slow down to prevent that when she tightened on me and screamed my name. Her pussy pulsed repeatedly, dragging the cum out of me. I grunted as I let my seed erupt. The sensation of coming inside of her was unbelievable. I kept coming while she continued to squeeze every drop of cum from me. I was shaking by the time we both finished. I dropped and rolled with her in my arms so I could continue to hold her and stay in heaven as long as possible without crushing her. I hugged her sweaty body to mine. We were both winded.

Blindly, our mouths met for a passionate kiss. I wasn’t sure which of us initiated it. When we broke apart to take deeper breaths, I confessed. “Baby, that was incredible. I didn’t know that was possible.”

“Me either. God, I can’t feel my legs, honey.”

“Then I did my job,” I told her with a smirk.

She giggled and smacked my chest weakly. As we lay there, I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to want her again. And that it was going to be hard to keep from telling her that I loved her. She would need time to get used to being my old lady and living with me. I couldn’t spring that on her yet. But as soon as I felt she could handle it, I was telling her.