Chapter Eleven
Abel
Before I even enter the room, I already know what some of the guys will say when they see I have two beautiful women hanging on my arms. There’s no time to prepare either of them before we step inside.
“I always knew you were a ladies man, Abel, but I didn’t know you could pull two of the baddest in one night.” Razor barks, eyeballing my two girls.
“Yeah, did you save any of the cute ones for us?” Knuckles roars with laughter.
“Let Sally hear you saying that and you won’t have any balls left to father those kids you so desperately want one day.” I say, mimicking his laughter, watching him frown.
“Shit! She’s not here yet, is she?” He asks, looking around for his psychopath of a girlfriend.
We’ve all been telling him she’s trouble and not at all ol’ lady material, but for some reason, he just can’t leave her alone.
“Hopefully she doesn’t make it.” I wink, knowing full well she won’t. I made sure Capone slipped a little something extra into her usual drink that’ll keep her out well into tomorrow, giving Knuckles some time to enjoy a peaceful night without her naggin’.
“Abel, you sly fucking dog.” He says, whacking me on the back. “What did you do?”
“Nothing that didn’t need to be done. Now, go enjoy your night of fun. Nobody here will tell a soul how you decide to spend it.” He takes that as his cue to leave and do just that… Enjoy his night.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to these lovely ladies?” Tark asks, showing off a sly grin.
“This is my Marrone Dolce, Ivy,” Both Tark and Saxon’s eye lift with a questioning look to which I ignore, “and this is Emily, my colleague/friend from work. Ladies, I’d like you to meet my family, The Anarchy Saints.” I rattle off each of their names to the ladies, finding them both looking around as if they’re nervous.
Ivy speaks first. “I’m so honored, I’m not sure if we should shake your hands, curtsey, or bow.” She snorts.
“A handshake or a hug will suffice. Ladies don’t normally have to do anything special when it comes to us. Now the men, on the other hand, they basically have to give up their souls in order to ride with us.” Saxon smiles, adding some of his charm to lighten up the mood, but it doesn’t help whatsoever.
“You’re joking right? He's joking, right?” Em looks at the others praying he’s kidding. It’s only a matter of seconds before she starts gnawing at her bottom lip. She surprises the shit out of me when she says, “Well, that sucks for you men. It’s great to be a woman.” She says, walking over to Saxon, bending down and throwing her hands around him. “Thanks for having us here tonight and it’s a real pleasure to meet you.”
Ivy walks over to Knuckles where he surprises me by standing before she gets there. He opens his arms wide and she steps into them. I watch the tender moment between the two, getting jealous that he has his hands on my girl like that.
Slow the fuck down, Abel, she’s not your anything.
You’re both just enjoying each other’s company for the night. The sooner you remember that, the sooner you can start having some fun together.
It started out that way, when I saw her dancing. Thinking with my dick, I just wanted to fuck her. But now that I have… I don’t know if I want to let her go just yet.
“Alright, that’s enough. Hands off my woman.” Fuck me.
The fuck did that come?
“Oh, that’s your woman, eh?” Knuckles laughs, finally letting go of her. Side stepping her, he walks toward me. “Your woman for the night or longer?” He asks in front of everyone.
“For however long she’ll have me.” I say, glancing at Ivy. She immediately begins to blush under my gaze, a slow smile forming on her lips.
She really is an intriguing woman and I want to figure out all there is to her.
“Have fun tonight, I’m sure you both need it. Emily, are you gonna stay here with us for a while?” Tark asks, moving back to his chair and sitting down. He likes to act like the mother hen of the group because he’s what the ladies call a silver fox. Doesn’t look his age with all that silver hair on top of his head and face. It definitely suggests he’s older, and he uses it to his advantage.
Women love it and flock to him like he’s God’s gift to them.
I’ll never tell him that. That’s all we need is for that shit to go straight to his already big as fuck head.
I watch Em open her mouth to speak, but just as the words are tumbling out, Capone speaks up. “I think the lady needs a drink.” He says, rocking back and forth in his chair, looking like the bad boy he is. “Don’t you, beautiful?”
I watch her grin widen before red erupts on her innocent face. She’s eating it up and so is he. “Yeah, I could use something to drink. What do you recommend?”
He stands, flashing her a sneaky smirk before sashaying towards her. Once there, he wraps her hand around his forearm and steers her out of the room.
Before they go, I say, “Em, if you need me, I’m only a phone call away.” Big brother to the rescue, even though I’m not her big brother, I still feel protective over her.
“Thanks, Abel. I’ll be okay. It was really nice meeting you, Ivy. Maybe we can hang out sometime?” She says over her shoulder.
“I’d love that. I’ll get your number later. Have a good night, Em.” Ivy says, winking at her.
“You, too.” And with that, Capone escorts her out.
“Tark, have Ironclad keep an eye on those two. She’s an innocent girl and has no idea how rowdy Capone can get. Ironclad will keep him in line.”
“You got it, Prez.” Tark says, swiftly passing by me.
“Now that you’ve met everyone, wanna get out of here?”
“But I haven’t met everyone, where are the other women you mentioned earlier?”
“I’m afraid I sent them home already.” I said. “It’s fella’s night for us and ladies night in for them.”
“Ladies night… In?” Ivy asks, sounding so confused to the point it’s actually cute.
“Yeah, when us men go out, the ladies get together back at The Sandlot. It’s our home away from home, where we all hangout. Anyways, they get together there, cook, chit-chat, and whatever else women do while we shoot the shit here.” I must really like her to be giving her all our secrets like I am. “You should come by and meet them sometime.”
“Me? Oh no, I couldn’t possibly impose on you all like that. I’m just an outsider looking in.”
“Not to me you aren’t.” I smirk, behind a glass I swiped from the waitress’s tray, taking a sip of the clear liquid inside. “You are so much more than that.” I don’t think twice about my actions and neither does she.
She welcomes the incoming kiss.
Closing her eyes at just the right time, I memorize how perfect she looks as I steal her breath, claiming it as my own.
Each kiss is different and opens my eyes to the endless possibilities that all include her. I’m not sure what she’s doing to me, but I fucking welcome it.
“Thank you.” I whisper, drunk off her.
“For what? What did I do?”
“For being you.” That’s the only answer I can muster at this moment. There’s no way in hell I could tell her I’m thanking her for not rejecting me when it seemed like I was telling her I was in love with her.
There’s no way I can be falling this fast or hard.“Hey,” she says, pulling me out of my thoughts, “where did you go just now?” I won’t bore her to death with the ghosts of my past. No matter how much time passed me by, it still triggers me that one day, the woman I find will do me just like Courtney did.
She’s not Courtney, and I ain’t no pussy.
I’m Abel Mother fucking Iverson.
“Nowhere. Let’s go.” Pecking her juicy lips one last time, I take her hand and escort her outside. Ready to get her back to my place.
“Shit, I forgot Cam drove here tonight. I’ll have to call a Lyft.”
“A Lyft? For what?”
“To bring us to our next destination.” She scoffs.
“Marrone Dolce, our ride is right here.” I say, stopping next to my bike.
“Uh, no it’s not. That’s hardly a safe way to travel.” I’m not sure what has me laughing so hard, the fact that she doesn’t think it’s a safe way to drive or how cute she looks with her hand on her hip, ready to fight me over this.
Recovering from laughing so hard, I say, “Really, this is our ride. I even have an extra helmet for you. Although, your hair will get messed up, but not more than it already is.” Her face flushes again when she catches on to what I’m talking about.
“I-I-I can’t get on there, Abel. I don’t know how to ride a bike.”
“Luckily I do. All you have to do is sit behind me, hold on, and be my beautiful, little passenger princess.” I say, urging her on by placing my hands on her waist. She rewards me with a smile. “Do you think you can do that for me?”
She silently nods before reaching for the helmet. “Safety first and you better not let me fall.” She pouts.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Now stop pouting, or I’ll be forced to bite those kissable lips of yours.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief, telling me she’d like it if I did do that. “Face it, Marrone Dolce, you’re stuck with me. Now, get on the bike.”
Tossing my own leg over Gertrude, loving the way she feels under me.
I can’t wait til I have Ivy under me, too.
The thought of her warm body on top and underneath mine has my cock straining against my pants.
“Okay, don’t look at me, because if you do, I’m probably gonna fall.” She admits.
I know she said don’t look, but I turn around when she mentions falling. “You better not. I don’t wanna give anybody a peep show of what’s not underneath your skirt.”
“Point taken.” Tucking the skirt between and around her legs, she turns it into some shorts. “There, that’s better.”
How in the hell she came up with that idea is beyond me, but fascinates the fuck out of me at the same time. “That was some fast thinking. Where did you learn that?”
“My grandmother. She was a country woman through and through. She always had a trick up her sleeve for something or another.” She says.
“You’ll have to tell me more about her.”
“Yeah? Maybe I will.” She says, slipping the helmet on and tossing her leg over my bike. Getting all the way on, I feel her body slide down mine as she makes herself comfortable.
“Put your hands around my waist.”
She wraps them snuggly around me, placing them on my stomach right above my cock.
Slowly, her hands begin to slide down, inching closer to my dick. I should stop her, but I don’t have that type of restraint in me.
Next thing I know, her hands are caressing my cock through the fabric of my jeans, making me harder than I want to be while riding this bike.
“Oh, you’re playing with fire, Marrone Dolce.”
“As long as we don’t get burned, we can play as much as we like.” She whispers, taking my earlobe into her mouth and sucking. “My ex made me feel like I was too much on the vanilla side for him, so this is me exploring.”
“Your ex sounds like a piece of shit.” I don’t know that mother fucker, and he already has my blood boiling.
What a shitty thing to have your girl thinking, but I should probably thank him. Otherwise, she would have never met me.
“Yeah, I don’t know why I wasted as much time on him as I did.” She says.
“Fuck your ex. You can do all the exploring you want with me,” I say, preparing to start my bike. Once she purrs to life, and we prepare to take off, I tell her, “Don’t move those hands away from my cock, I like them right there.” And we take off as squeals of excitement fill my ears.
The ride home is quick.
Mainly because she had me hornier than hell the way she was playing with my dick the whole way here.
The way she was rubbing my piercing through my jeans had me damn near on edge. I can only imagine how good it would have felt if we were skin to skin, without the barrier of my jeans in the way.
We’ll find out soon enough.
Pulling into the driveway of my two-story brick home, I swing Gertrude around back and park her.
I’m so painfully hard, I can’t stand it. Climbing off my bike before she has time to move, I yank the helmet off and crush our lips together in a kiss that will burn anyone standing near us.
God she tastes so good.
It feels good to take what I want, no, what I need from this kiss with no questions asked.
Once my hunger is finally satiated, I release her lips. Taking a deep, calming breath, I wait for her to say something. “Fuck, that was, that was totally unexpected.” That’s not what I expected, but it damn sure boosts my ego.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” My hands wrap around her hips as I help her off my bike, guiding her to the entrance of my home. I can’t keep my hands off her and every chance I get, I’m kissing her neck, squeezing her hips, or smacking her ass as she walks in front of me.
“Abel!” She squeals with the biggest smile on her face, soaking up every minute of it. “What if your neighbors are looking?”
“Well, we better give them something to look at.” I laugh, untucking her skirt, and moving it aside to show off her ass.
“Abel, stop that!” She giggles, swatting at my hands.
“No, I won’t. You have a great ass that demands to be seen.” She does have a great ass, and I don’t mind showing my neighbors what it looks like since they’re on the older side. But she doesn’t need to know that. As long as that smile is on her face, I’ll do it over and over again.
Unfortunately, I have to pause long enough for me to get my keys out. While fumbling away at them, she takes the opportunity to repay me for fucking with her.
She begins poking me in my sides, smacking my ass, and blowing raspberries against my cheeks.
Keys in hand, I peck her lips every so often in between and finally insert it into the lock. Pushing the door open, I usher her inside when out of nowhere comes my furry friends.
“Oh, no you don’t. Don’t you dare jump on her.” I yell, causing both of them to stop mid stride. “Where are your manners? Sit.” I command, they follow, waiting for me to continue but Ivy interrupts me.
“Oh, my goodness! They are so beautiful. Can I pet them, please?” She begs, not waiting for me to give her the okay before she bends down and starts loving on them. “Aren’t you both just the cutest and sweetest things ever? Come here my sweet babies.” She coos, and it goes straight to my dick.
“Yeah they are, but now it’s time for them to go to bed.” I bark out the command, watching them untangle themselves from Ivy’s grasp and heading to their room.
“Those are some of the finest animals I’ve ever seen, Abel.”
Watching her, swaying those delicious hips from side to side is intoxicating.
I want nothing more than to worship every inch of her body the way she deserves, but as soon as she takes more steps inside, I know she’s taken aback by what she sees.
Walking ahead of me, soaking it all in when she stops in the center of the room, “You have a mudroom?” She squeals with delight.
“I sure do, but the time for a tour is not now. You, Marrone Dolce, have a dick appointment.” She frowns. “Oh, don’t do that now. You were Billy badass while playing with my cock on the bike ride home. Plus, I told you if you kept it up, you would get spanked.”
Her mouth drops open, giving me a view of how wide it can get when it’s time to put my cock there. “Spanking me is the only way I’ll learn.” She pouts, hugging herself while swaying those hips that were meant to birth my babies. She looks downright bratty and sexy.
“Tell you what,” I say, grabbing said birthing hips, loving the way they feel. “I’ll feed you first, then fuck you afterwards. How does that sound?”
“Feed me later, fuck me now… If you can catch me.” She yells, taking off running.
My house is big enough, but not that hard for her to navigate around without knowing where she’s going.
“Oh, I’ll catch you, Marrone Dolce, because you don’t know my house like I do.” I take off behind her, following her scent.
Down the hall I go when I spot her gold, sequin top lying on a side table. Picking it up and bringing it to my nose, I take a deep whiff, loving the way she smells.
Pure lavender with a touch of something else.
Placing it back down, I continue down the hall.
Something up ahead, draped over the fake potted plant near my office door, I see that beautiful skirt of hers waiting there for me. Picking it up, I bring it to my nose, burying my face into the thin layer of fabric that covered her pussy. “I can smell how wet you are, Ivy.”
Just as I’m about to pass up my office, I see a fragment of movement from the corner of my eye. Walking deeper inside, I see her standing in front of the huge bay window I had specially made with a bench for sitting down to read.
The curtain is open allowing light to beam in. It shines down perfectly over her body, making her look like the sweet, little angel she appears to be, standing in her birthday suit, waiting to be caught.
“Looks like you found me.” She says, her voice dripping with lust. “I guess that means you win.” I’m mesmerized as her hips begin to sway from side to side, to a beat only she can hear. Taking a step, I stop for a moment, just to admire her, loving the way she moves.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Ivy?”
A slow smile spreads on her lips. “The entire time I was with my ex, he’s never told me as many times as you have in a single night, how beautiful I was except the first time we met” she says, stretching her hands to the ceiling, “and again before he broke up with me on Christmas D-”Smashing our lips together because I don’t want to her about her ex, I tell her how I feel.“Fuck him, you’re mine now.” I growl against her lips, hungry for her. Reaching around her, slipping my hands under her ass, I pick her up and walk over to my desk. Using my other hand to pull the chair out, I take a seat with her in my lap, straddling my waist. “Tell me you don’t want me, you don’t want this.”
Her eyes roam over my features, probably committing them to memory before she leaves me here because this isn’t what she wants.
My heart is pounding, there’s a sickening feeling forming in the pit of my stomach, and it’s all thanks to my ex.
She fucked me over by standing me up at my own wedding.
I thought I was over it, and for a long time I was because I never gave a woman the opportunity to shoot me down again. I never disrespected them, but before we got involved with each other for the night, terms were set and agreed upon.
I’ve never brought a woman, that I was getting involved with for the night, to my home. We’ve always rented a room. Before we said our goodbyes for the night, I’d always get them a lift to ensure they made it home safely, whether they wanted it or not. It was part of the agreement.
Ivy is definitely different, and that’s why I’m sitting here, holding my breath, waiting for her answer.
Her hands rest on my shoulders, gently squeezing.
Feeling her way around, she moves them to my face, making me look up at her. Then, she says, “It would be a lie if I said those things.” And then, she kisses me.
I feel her chest pressing against mine as she angles our heads together, deepening the kiss. “Marrone Dolce, I can’t wait any longer.” I whisper, reaching down and unbuttoning my pants. I don’t waste any time trying to slide them down my hips. Freeing myself, I tell her, “Ride me like you rode my bike, Marrone Dolce.”
With her eyes still glued to mine, she lifts up, hovering over my cock in my hand, and says, “I love the way your piercing hits my walls, it's nothing like I’ve ever felt,” she grunts, lowering herself down, “before.”
It’s the best torture I’ve ever felt for the second time tonight as she takes me in. “Abel.” She moans, rotating her hips once the tip slips past her entrance. “It feels good this way.”
“Marrone Dolce, please don’t tell me you’ve never ridden a dick before.” I ask, hoping I don’t offend her. Her cheeks turn red as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m glad I’m your first.”
“Me, too. Be patient with me, I have no idea what I’m doing.” She whispers.
“Do what feels good for you.” I encourage her. I’m not a man all about getting mine first. “I want you to enjoy yourself, and if I have to help you along the way, so be it.” She silently nods, sinking down some more.
“Are you all the way in yet?” She asks, nibbling on that bottom lip again.
“Not even halfway, Marrone Dolce.” She visibly groans. “I know you can take me this way. If it gets to be too much, tell me and we’ll stop.”
Gripping the back of my chair, lifting herself up, she looks me square in the eyes, and says, “Grandma didn’t raise no punk.” This time, instead of going slow, feeling the pain all at once, she slams down on top of me until I’m all the way in. “Abel!”
“I know, bellissima, fuck do I know.” I groan, loving the way she feels, until she starts to fucking move. Rotating her hips from side to side, she’s driving me insane without even knowing it. “Just like fucking that, Marrone Dolce. Fuck me.” I growl, sending her into overdrive.
She moves her hands to my face, pulling me in for a kiss. She finds a rhythm that feels good for her, little does she know how amazing it feels to me.
“Abel.” She moans. “I’m close. So fucking close.”
“That’s it. Find it, chase that feeling that’s blooming in the pit of your belly. Tell me when you have it.”
Her hands land back on my shoulders as she rocks her hips back and forth, sinking on my cock before she lifts and slams back down. I feel when she finds it. “There. It’s right there.” She groans as the first wave of her orgasm starts to take over.
Leaning back in the chair, my cock slides in a little deeper and it feels fucking amazing. “Do you feel that, Marrone Dolce? This is what you fucking do to me. Now, I want you to take it all like a brava ragazza.” I say, slamming her down on top of me over and over until she’s screaming my name.
“Abel! Oh my, Abel.” She groans, reclaiming my lips, kissing me senseless.
We rock back and forth until we each have nothing left to give. “My God, Marrone Dolce, that was even better than before.” I admit.
I watch her beautiful face, a smug grin forming as she repeats my words back to me, “Uh uh, don’t call God’s name in vain.” She smirks.
Touché. “Yes, ma’am.” I say, pecking her lips one more time. “So, I promised you food. I’ll show you to the bathroom, get you some clothes, and we can make something to munch on before I eat my dessert.”
She looks so innocent when she bites her lip like that. “Okay.”
“Come on.”
After we shower together, I get her a change of clothes. This is yet another thing I’ve never allowed another woman to do… Wear my clothes.
To say she looks good in them is a fucking understatement.
“I know I promised you food, but they way you look in my clothes… I’m gonna need my dessert now.” I say.
I tried to keep the beast at bay, but I failed.
The rest of the night, I spent having my dessert, multiple times. I finally made something for her to eat before we worked it off again.
If anyone would have told me that I’d be spending New Year’s Eve with a beautiful woman, who has seemed to capture my heart, I would have called them a liar.
Lying in bed as the tv plays, we listen to the commotion of the New Year’s Eve party going on in Times Square.
“Are you ready to ring in the New Year together, Marrone Dolce?” I ask, kissing her knuckles, loving the fact that she’s spending it with me.
“Yeah, I am. It’s time for new beginnings.” She says, looking at me as if I’m the only guy in her world.
I guess for tonight… I am.
“Three, two, one… Happy New Year!” The cast members on tv shout.
“Happy New Year, Ivy.”
“Happy New Year, Abel.” We share a kiss… many more kisses and make love well into the night.
After it all ends, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to let her go.