Chapter Fourteen
Chef
My gaze tracks Sage as she moves around the common room, her dress trailing behind her, sparkling under the one million fairy lights the brothers put up for my wedding.
Holy fuck. I glance down at my finger, the plain black silicone band sitting right there.
When Sage slipped it on my finger she pressed a kiss to my knuckle and everything just slipped into place.
Looking up from my hands I’m met with Sage’s intense gaze from across the room, a slight wrinkle between her brows and I know that she’s had enough.
Sage is confident and outgoing when she wants to be, but she also prefers quiet and to not be the center of attention.
Putting my half finished beer on the bar behind me, I move toward her, and the wrinkle between her brows smooths, just a little.
“Yo! Chef! Where you headed?” TumTum calls behind me, holding onto his pool cue.
Looking over my shoulder I shoot him a grin, “To see my wife!”
Whoops and cheers go around the room and a little jolt of pleasure hits me in the gut when Sage’s cheeks flush a little. I hold out my hand for her and she reaches for it, gripping my hand like it’s a lifeline.
“You OK, babe?”
My heart skips a beat as she presses her forehead to my chest, and we just breathe together. In a room full of loud, rowdy bikers, it feels like it’s just us here.
“Let’s go for a ride,” I murmur and like a shot she’s grabbing my hand and pulling me through the door, toward where we park our bikes.
She stops, frown on her face as she looks along the line and can’t find my girl - matte black Harley soft tail, my girl looks like the grim reaper on wheels.
“I parked her at home earlier, figured we’d want to escape the madness without everyone on our asses.”
A slow grin graces her face as she spins to head toward our cabin. She stops a few steps along the path, grips my bicep for balance and yanks off one shoe, then the other.
“These things are damn well killing me,” she grumbles. As soon as her little feet touch the cool stone path she lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock. “Hurry!” she whisper yells before running away in the cutest fucking way. I bet that is what old folks call a skedaddle.
“Fucking follow her man!” someone hisses from behind me, and I don’t even need to turn around to know it’s Mad Dog.
I jog after my woman, and she must hear my heavy boots on the path following her because she looks over her shoulder, pokes her tongue out and squeals when I gain on her.
By the time we reach our cabin she’s a giggling mess, laughing so hard she can barely get the door open.
Curling around her body I reach around her, twisting the door handle and letting the door swing in.
I walk her backwards into our house in a clumsy side to side waddle, her snorts of laughter puffing warm air on my chest.
“Takoda?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Swallowing, I lean back, looking down at her, but her cheek is pressed against my chest and I know that whatever she has to say, it's important to her. “For what?”
“For seeing yourself the way I see you.”
I gently grip her face in my hands and tip her head back, lowering my face to hers.
One day I’ll understand exactly what her words mean.
One day I might actually believe them. All I know is that today I tied myself to a woman I love more than fucking life itself, and instead of stabbing me she accepted what I was promising.
Sage’s eyes flutter closed and I sip at her plush lips, gently at first, savouring her before letting my tongue explore her taste. Champagne and cherries burst across my tongue from her girly cocktail Damian made especially for our wedding, and a low whimper from her hits me straight in the cock.
"Takoda,” she whispers, pulling back, eyes hooded, drunk off champagne and kisses.
She presses little kisses along the underside of my jaw, down my throat, nipping at my Adam’s apple before pulling back and giving me an impish smile.
She’s so fucking gorgeous, standing there in the low light, peeking up at me through her lashes like she’s all sweetness, when I know she can be anything but sweet.
Sage’s hand trails down the center of my chest, down the front of my jeans, landing on my cock where she gives me a tight squeeze before turning, hand still gripping me, guiding me to the couch with my own dick.
She lines me up until the back of my legs hit the back of the couch and she shoves me until I fall backward.
Not that I would fight her any. I’m going to let my woman lead the show, and what a fucking show it is.
“Fuck baby,” I breathe out, unable to stop from rubbing my palm against the hardness in my jeans as I watch her slowly drawing the zipper down, her back to me, giving me a peek at the top of her g-string. “Shit, I’m going to come in my pants if you don’t stop teasing me.”
Sage throws her head back and laughs long and loud at my expense before looking over her shoulder at me. “We can’t have that, can we?” I move to stand, but quick as lightning she shoves me back down. “Nope. We’re doing this like the good old days.”
I raise a brow. “Our good old days, or the good old days in general?”
She hits me with her “are you serious face” before rolling her eyes and shoving her dress down her body until it pools on the floor around her feet.
I almost choke on thin fucking air at her standing here, her perfect handful tits with her pink nipples standing to attention, the smooth outline of her pussy visible through the sheer fabric of her panties.
She smirks as she turns her back to me, hooks her thumbs in the tiny strings at her hips, then slowly, so fucking slowly peels those barely there panties down her legs until she’s touching the floor, her wet pink slit just begging for my tongue.
Gripping her ass cheeks, I spread her wide and dive in.
“Takoda!” she squeals. “That’s cheating, ugh, oh, I-I’m meant to be in charge!” she huffs out, moaning between her words.
I pull back slightly, just enough so that she can hear the growl in my voice. “If you wanted to be in charge you wouldn’t have dangled this perfect fucking pussy in my face.”
“You, ungh, uh, you don’t, oh wow, you, ah, oh, you don’t play fair.” She tries to pout, but the way she’s pushing back on me, on my tongue, her body is telling a different story.
I pull her back with me, my tongue buried in my wife while I sink back into the couch like the luckiest bastard in the world.
I move to let go of her ass so I can unzip my jeans and free my aching cock.
I should never have done that because Sage is a little minx and uses that time to free herself from my tongue.
“Get back here, I need more,” I pant out, lifting my hips and wrestling my jeans down my legs.
She shakes her head, black hair flying everywhere, already looking mussed up. “Nope.” She smirks as she sits in the armchair across from me, first hooking one leg over the arm, then the other, until she’s leant back, spread wide, pussy on display for me.
“I want to watch you, just like the old days before you fucked me and took my virginity.” I flinch at her words, but I can’t argue with her.
That’s exactly what I did. “I’ve been waiting to punish you some, and what better night than our wedding night,” she whispers, trailing one finger around her nipple before pinching it between her fingers.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I grit out, my whisper harsh as it hangs in the air.
“Touch yourself, I want to see you pump your cock. Pretend your fist is my pussy,” she whimpers as she dips her finger into her slick heat before trailing it up to her clit, circling her little nub before dipping her finger inside herself again.
I do as she says because I’m powerless to do anything except make Sage happy.
Running my hand over the crown of my cock I gather up the wetness pooling there, using it to slick up my cock as I grip it.
Tight. I don't want to cum in my hand or on my chest, I want to cum in my wife, knock her up and tie her to me forever so she can’t fucking run.
So she’ll have to learn to love me like she did before.
“Oh, that looks so good,” Sage moans, her fingers moving faster, her first and second fingers on either side of her clit, rubbing up and down.
I pump my cock to the same rhythm she’s rubbing her pussy, and almost lose my god damned mind when she pinches her clit and her pussy clenches, juices running down her ass onto Damian’s well upholstered armchair.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have my tongue right there, lapping it up, but that’s not what Sage wants.
She’s in charge and if she wants me to watch her fuck herself with her fingers, to come with me on the other side of the room as penance for my sins, then so be it.
“Faster, Takoda, I need you to come with me, I want to see you lose control.” Fuck, can she not see that I lost my control the moment I saw her in my clubhouse?
I grip my cock harder, my hips pumping into my fist faster, teeth clenched and sweat dripping down my neck into my white shirt that I’m still wearing.
Fuck we must look a pair, my gorgeous woman spread wide for me, fingers buried in her sweet cunt, me still dressed other than my jeans shoved down my legs, pooled at my boots while I fuck my fist to the most beautiful girl in the world.
“Uh, Takoda, Takoda!” Sage gasps.
I lose my shit the moment she screams my name, her body shaking as her orgasm hits her, thighs clamping shut around her fingers that are still in her pussy. “Fuck, Sage, fuck fuck fuck.” I let out a long, low groan as my seed lands on my stomach, pooling in my belly button.
My hand flops to my side as my head hits the back of the couch, my harsh breathing mingling with the sounds of Sage’s whimpering and groans.
“Baby, fuck -”
“Just like the old days.”
“Yeah,” I huff out, dropping my chin so I can look at her, across the room.
“Takoda?”
“Yeah?”
“Make love to me?”
Sage
Takoda’s thick cock that had begun to soften thickens again and the speed with which he tears off his shirt, wipes the seed off his exposed stomach, and gets to his feet makes me giggle a little.
I’m on a high, from the champagne, from the orgasm, from marrying Takoda, my mind is mush and I kinda like it.
No worries, no inner monologuing, just a fizzy feeling of happiness that grows when Takoda scoops me into his arms, and walks us down the hall to my bedroom.
“What in the fuck…?”
A laugh bursts out of me when I realise that we’re standing in the aftermath of Damien’s makeover.
“Um, yeah, so, I don’t usually look like this, you know.”
He stares at me like I’m crazy before turning on his heel and stomping down the hall to his room.
He gently lays me down on his perfectly made bed, and I thank Damian for being a whirlwind because this room smells like Takoda.
His pillows smell like his beard oil and I inhale the scent as he gently lowers himself over me.
“Are you sure?” he asks, hiding his face between my neck and shoulder, and I don’t miss the way his hands fist my hair or the way his hips seem to have a mind of their own as his thick cock slides up, bumping my clit, drawing a grunt out of me. “I’m clean, I’ve not been with anyone, since, since-”
I nudge his face with my shoulder so he’ll look at me. “Yes. I trust you.”
My words do something to him because he closes his eyes and all the tension in his body seems to melt away, his eyes on mine so full of love that it takes my breath away.
“You mean everything,” he whispers as he scoops his hips slightly, lining us up.
He presses forward slowly, my body adjusting to him inch by inch and it’s as if with every inch my body relaxes. Sweet relief runs through my body as he moves slowly, my hips rising up to meet his, and I can’t take this sweet, slow torture for much longer. I want more. I need more.
“Please, Takoda, more, more,” I whisper, gripping his firm ass in my hands as I bring my legs up higher, changing the angle so he’s hitting me deeper.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” Takoda pants, thrusting harder, deeper, until he’s reared back on his haunches, his hands gripping my thighs.
The feeling is incredible. He’s here with me, not trapped in his head.
His eyes are on mine and it’s like I can feel every word he’s thinking, every apology that wants to fall from his lips as he fucks me harder and harder until I shatter around him and his cum fills my body.
He lowers himself onto me gently and I’m so overwhelmed I throw my arms around him, holding him to me tightly, his weight grounding me.
“Sage, baby, I don’t want to crush you.”
“I don’t care, just, stay with me a moment.” I can’t help the sob that comes out of me as I cry from pleasure, or relief, or stress or the one million other things I’ve been trying to hold on to.
In the blink of an eye Takoda moves us until he’s propped up against the headboard and I’m in his lap, straddling him, clamped on like a limpet. He doesn’t say a word, just holds me to him, his large hand stroking me like I’m a cat, until my breathing calms.
“We didn’t use protection.” Takoda murmurs after a while.
“I’m on the pill,” I sniffle, “and I’m clean. I should have told you.”
“I know you’d never do anything to put me in danger. Except threaten my dick every now and then. Or threaten to stab me. Or be so loved by everyone in our family that they threaten those things on a daily basis.”
“Stop being dramatic.”
“I’m not!” Takoda protests and I hide my face in the crook of his neck so he can’t see my grin. “The amount of things Pops has threatened to shove up my ass is fucking scary.”
I can’t help my snort or the chuckle that comes out of me, because Pops is hella funny. “What can I say? I’m his eldest granddaughter.”
He hums a little, rocking me gently before he starts shuffling down the bed. I pull back, staring at him with a frown. “What are you doing?”
“Putting you to bed. It’s been a long day, babe.”
“Ah, nope.” I roll to the side before bouncing up off the bed. “You said we were going for a ride -” before I can carry on my vagina makes a fart sound and a glob of wet hits my legs before slowly making its way to my knee. “Oh gross! I’m leaking! Lemme shower then we’ll go.”
I clamp my thighs to stop any of Takoda hitting the wood floors and penguin walk my way to the bathroom as fast as I can. I’m not sure if Takoda heard my instructions over the sound of him laughing his fine ass off, but I’ll cut him some slack. For the first time in a long time I feel happy.