Chapter Fourteen
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sully
There was no way I could fuck her how I wanted to with how little time we had.
But I imagined I had just long enough to get her to come one more time.
Or, at least, I was going to try my damndest.
When there were no more objections, my hand slid away and up, grabbing the waistbands of her leggings and panties, and dragging them down.
Bonnie stiffened, that silly insecurity rearing its ugly head.
But it didn’t last.
Not when my hand slid up her inner thigh, feeling the heat of her pussy from halfway down. My fingers met her wetness just before I pressed between her thighs.
“You’re so wet for me,” I murmured, fingers teasing up her pussy, feeling the way her body quivered at the lightest of touches. “You want me to stop?” I asked as my fingers started to tease around her clit, but not quite touching her where she needed it most.
“No,” she whimpered, her hips already rocking impatiently.
“You sure?” I asked, my finger pressing against her clit.
The choked moan that escaped her had my cock twitching, just fucking aching to feel all that wetness of her coating me.
But I’d have to settle for just feeling her with my fingers until then.
Decision made, my thumb moved to her clit as my other two fingers slipped down, then pressed inside her. My own groan mingled with her moan as her walls tightened around my fingers, pulled me in, held on tight.
Bonnie went down on her forearms, her ass poking up higher for me, giving me a great fucking view as I started to fuck her with my fingers.
She pressed her mouth against her forearm, muffling her whimpers and moans as I drove her up. Circling her clit, fingers fucking her pussy harder and faster as her hips rocked, demanding more.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured as her pussy tightened, her whole body tensing as she got close. “Come for me. Squeeze my fingers.”
Then she was, her needy cries making me damn near come in my pants as her pussy pulsed around my fingers over and over, a never-ending orgasm.
When the climax finally released her, though, she dropped down on her side, her gaze slipping up to me.
Once I had her focus, I pulled my fingers up and slid them into my mouth, tasting her sweetness all over my tongue.
“Next time you come, I want it to be in my mouth,” I told her, watching the heat streak across her cheeks at my words. “Then… around my cock.” I heard the bikes rumbling toward the clubhouse, making me just barely hold back a sigh. “Sound good?” I asked, reaching down to massage her perfect ass. She gave me a jerky little nod. “Yeah?” I asked, wanting verbal confirmation.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. With that settled,” I said, landing a harder slap than I’d intended to her ass cheek.
“Ow,” she said, but she was smiling at me as she reached back to rub the sting away.
“Baby, you better pull up your pants before I say fuck it to this church meeting and fuck you senseless up here for anyone looking up to see.”
Her eyes were saucers then, finally realizing where we were.
In a glass room.
For anyone to see inside.
To be fair, I knew from experience that shit was distorted as fuck when you tried to look up from the ground or the street.
And the idea of possibly being seen had always been some part of the appeal.
“Don’t worry,” I told her as she quickly yanked up her pants and started rushing around, shoving blankets into the bag Nave mentioned. “No one was outside tonight.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. We were under orders to stay in.”
The relief was instantaneous.
“You’re sure?”
“Positive,” I told her, taking the bag. “You come down after me,” I said, hooking the bag on my forearm and then starting down.
She took a second, pulling herself together before following me down.
By the time we made it into the common room, leaving the evidence of our little glass room date down in the basement under one of the beds, Nave and the twins had mostly cleaned up the craft stations I’d set all up, and brought in some extra chairs from the garage.
“Did something happen?” I asked, gathering some of the finished crafts.
“Nothing serious, from what I could tell. Fallon’s just got some new orders and shit. You finish that list yet?”
I’d gotten as much done as I thought I ever would. I gave Nave a nod.
“Come on, honey. Let’s get you settled,” I said, leading her back to my bedroom.
Her eyes were already starting to look heavy. I had a feeling that by the time church was over, she would be out cold.
I was going to have to wait to get alone with her again and finish what we started.
But that was alright.
She’d be worth the wait.
“These are for you, obviously,” I told her, handing her the bookmarks. “And you weren’t the only one who made a bracelet,” I told her, producing the one from my pocket that I’d made for her. Admittedly, it wasn’t as impressive as the one she’d made for me, but the soft pastel colors made me think of her.
“I love it,” she said, those eyes looking glassy again.
That had been happening a lot. It seemed like she was so accustomed to being alone that she was overwhelmed by any small show of friendship. Or more. And what I was feeling for her definitely had to be classified as or more.
Maybe this was one of those situations where I should have been a better man, should have recognized that I didn’t exactly have a track record of being a relationship kind of guy. Bonnie was definitely not a hook-up kind of girl.
But I dunno.
There was just something about this girl…
“I’ll come back when it’s over. But I’m gonna have to ask that you don’t leave the room until I come back.”
“Okay. I’m all set here,” she said, not quite making eye contact, shifting her feet, slipping back into her usual uncertainty.
Luckily, I had a fun new way of dealing with that.
I snagged her chin with my fingers, tipped it up, then pressed my lips to hers.
It was just a quick peck. Because with the way she melted, I didn’t trust myself to have my hands on her for longer than a second or two. Or I might decide to skip the church meeting as a whole.
“See you in a bit,” I said. Then I walked out of there before I changed my mind.
By the time I made my way out, the clubhouse was practically bursting. A mix of the current club members and the retired ones were scattered all around.
“Mood’s dark in here,” I said, moving in beside Callow.
“Been a bit since we had to do a lockdown like this. Everyone is… antsy.”
That was putting it lightly.
Once the meeting started, it was full of complaints from the brothers who had legitimate businesses they needed to run. A few of the older members spoke on behalf of their daughters, who had a lot to say about the lockdown too.
“I’m just saying, no offense, but this seem to be about Sully,” Seth said. “I don’t understand why my business has to be closed.”
I wasn’t offended.
I had to admit that I’d kind of been enjoying the lockdown myself. But it wasn’t that way for the others. They had lives. Families. Places to be.
As much as I wanted to just spend my days endlessly with Bonnie, showing her the fun side of life and relationships, I knew I had to split my time. I had to figure out who was so bent on fucking with me.
That started with giving my list to Fallon once the meeting was over.
“Good. It’s something. Everyone’s getting pissy already,” he said, looking around the club. “Don’t remember all this bitching during the many lockdowns when my old man was running shit.”
“Because you were a kid,” Reign said, walking up behind his son. “Trust me, you get enough of men who like to party, and you force them to stay in the house and be celibate, shit gets ugly fast. Just wait until the tensions get high enough for them all to start taking swings at each other.”
“‘Cause I don’t get enough of that with the kids at home,” Fallon said with a head shake.
“You were a real fucking handful as a kid,” Reign said, his smile wicked. “This is the universe evening shit out. Hair’s getting a little gray there,” he added. “Just wait till the girls start dating.”
“They’re never fucking dating,” Fallon grumbled.
I had to admit, seeing the two of them interact made me suddenly very aware of my own tense, barely existent relationship with my own father. There was no lighthearted teasing. All I’d ever known were exacting and impossible standards and getting the belt when I didn’t meet them.
I dunno.
Maybe, if I hadn’t enlisted, if I hadn’t seen and done the shit I had in the name of my country, if I hadn’t been determined to leave all that dark shit behind once I left, I could have reconnected with my old man, seen if there was a different dynamic now that we were both adults.
There was no going back now, though.
I had a different family here.
Better, in a lot of ways.
And while I’d never have what Reign and Fallon did, I did get a bunch of random fatherly figures when the OG members were around.
Hell, maybe one day, I’d have my own kids. And we’d have that same dynamic Fallon and Reign had.
It wasn’t the first time I’d considered kids.
The club kids and I, we all had a hell of a good time when they were over. Sure, their parents might have had some objections to the permanent marker tattoo parties or the whipped cream shootouts. But, hey, that was an uncle’s job, wasn’t it? To be a bad influence.
What was new now, though, was I suddenly had a face for the mother.
Bonnie’s.
Now, wasn’t that some shit?
“You look like you need a drink,” Callow said, holding out a beer.
“Think I do,” I agreed.
Sure, I’d known Bonnie was different almost from the jump. But imagining the kind of future with her that involved kids? That was new.
“Know that look,” Callow said.
“What look?”
“That deer-in-the-headlights, how-the-fuck-did-this-woman-get-in-so-fast look. Been seeing it happen to all the guys around here for years. Saw it in the mirror a while back too.”
“It’s not…”
“Sure it ain’t,” Callow said, smirking. “Coming in here strapped with a bomb is a Henchmen meet-cute, if I ever saw one.”
The meeting went on for another hour or two, concluding with Fallon telling me that he wanted me up at Hailstorm later that week to go over whatever they found.
I couldn’t help but think that Bonnie would love that trip. If for no other reason than to enjoy the fuck out of playing with all those dogs up there.
Speaking of…
“Hey, Niro,” I called, crossing the crowded common room.
“What’s up, man?”
“Any chance Andi knows of any dogs who could use a new home?”
“You’re getting a dog?” Niro asked, dubious.
“Hey, I love dogs.”
“What with being one and all,” he said with a smirk. “Andi doesn’t have any dogs. But her mom just rescued a mom and her litter. The babies all got a home, but no one wants the mom.”
“What kinda dog?”
“Something fluffy. Shepherd and retriever mix, maybe?”
“She friendly?”
“Yeah. Fucking hates the macaws over at Rey’s place, though. You planning on getting any birds?”
“Nope.”
“Then I’ll see if she’s willing to drop her over here. Maybe a foster-to-adopt sort of thing.”
“Perfect,” I said, nodding. “Thanks, man.”
“Hey, Sully,” he called when I started to walk away.
“Yeah?”
“What’s the girl’s name?” he asked with a knowing smile.
“Bonnie.”