Chapter 21
Jules
I place a few toys on Juno’s high chair in the MC kitchen while I plate up pancakes for Vi. I even get creative and add strawberries in the shape of a heart. Feeling eyes on me I look up to see Fox, Nitro and Flack staring at me in shock.
“What?” I growl, my “fuck off” face in full force.
“Nothing, just wondering what the fuck happened to you?” Nitro asks, as if I’ve had a lobotomy or some shit.
“Nothing happened,” I frown, adding in a stink eye for good measure.
“Dude, we only knew you as the surly asshole who can fuck two or three girls in one night. Now you’re making love hearts on pancakes.” Fox says. Flack leans against the door jamb, nodding his head.
I look down at what I’m doing, then my heart does somersaults when Juno’s little voice calls out “Dada” getting my attention. I shake her fat little hand, smiling at her before glaring at the men giving me shit.
“That boys, is a man in love,” Pops says, coming out of the pantry with Mama Debs. I shiver, knowing full well that me and Juno have been the only people in the kitchen for the last twenty minutes. “A man can be out there, sowing his wild oats with any woman, or man he pleases. But when he finds that one that makes him want to give up all that willing pussy and ass? Well, he grabs onto it with both hands and never lets go. Proud of you son.” He slaps me on the shoulder as he moves past me.
He stops in front of Fox and Nitro, staring up at both of them, “Mark my words boys, one day a woman is going to walk into your lives and be willing to love the both of you numbnuts. When that day happens, those orgies of yours,” Pops makes a whistling noise, drawing his finger across his throat, “Doneski.”
Fox and Nitro snort, watching Pops leave the room, “Happy for you brother,” Fox says, slapping me on the shoulder, much like Pops did, then rubbing Juno’s head on the way past. Nitro nods in agreement and follows after him, giving Juno a rub as well, but clearly she has had enough because she shakes her head at him and then scowls when he chuckles at her.
“I agree with them Jules, you’re lucky. You found a good woman to not only love you, but your daughter, too. Make as many heart pancakes as you need to keep her,” Flack says before giving me a chin lift.
I have no idea why people think bikers are badasses, it seems they’re always up in each other’s business, handing out advice, gossiping and supporting their brothers. I’m fucking glad my sister broke into this place all those months ago.
Hearing the women’s voices in the common room I scoop up Juno, nuzzling into her soft, chubby neck, letting her grip my face in her sticky hand as she squeals. I do this a couple more times before settling her on my hip, and grabbing up Vi’s breakfast. Entering the common room my eyes search for her, landing on her bruised face tipped back laughing at something Cove is saying.
I beeline for her, staring down at Ana until she moves from the seat she’s sitting in, to the next one over.
“You’re a caveman.”
“And you’re my favorite sister-in-law,”
“I heard that!” Blanche growls, Tav covering her ears too late.
I smirk at her until she rolls her eyes. Placing Vi’s food down in front of her I press a kiss to her temple and breathe in her citrusy scent.
“Right, we’re heading out,” Vic Landry announces, gaining everyone’s attention. They spent all last night getting the kids to their various contacts for transport back to their families before crashing at the clubhouse last night.
We all line up to shake hands and slap each other on the back. Dima stands off to the side, giving his brother and Roman a polite head nod before they leave the room.
“Who is that man?” Vi whispers when I return to my seat. “I’ve met Blanche’s brothers and the bratva guys, but not that guy.”
“That’s Dima, Sasha’s brother. He’s the one who helped us find you.”
“The Man Witch?” Vi’s eyes widen and she pushes away from the table, gingerly walking as quickly as she can across the common room, coming to a stop in front of the Russian.
Dima dips his head and they have a conversation before Vi reaches around his waist and gives him a gentle squeeze. Dima’s lips turn up, and I realize this is the first time in the encounters I’ve had with him where he looks lighter. Huh. Finding missing people probably weighs a lot on a man.
Vi makes her way back to me and Juno, gently sitting her luscious ass down and taking a bite of her food. “Thank you for my breakfast, honey,” Vi says, my heart skipping a beat at the endearment.
“Anytime and everytime,” I whisper back.
She beams up at me, and then it morphs into a smirk. “Remember what you promised me?” I give her a puzzled look, “You agreed to pose three times for Jazz’s class?”
“Oh yeah, Elio is in that class,” I reply.
“Yes! He is. Well, Jazz said she’ll need you next Wednesday at around 10am.”
“Done. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”
Violet
I check myself once more in the mirror admiring how good the midnight blue lingerie looks on my golden skin. I check the time once more, fluff my hair out and perch on the end of Jules’s bed, waiting for his return. Mama Debs and Pops have offered to have Juno for the night, my bruises have faded to a yellow that’s not really so noticeable anymore, and my ribs are feeling ready for all sorts of sexy athletics. All I need now is my man. The man who has been showing me all the layers that he had kept locked down for all those years. I have a feeling a lot of the way he was is due to not knowing how to handle his emotions. Add in losing his parents and I’m guessing the depth of feeling probably scared the shit outta him, so instead of working through them, he pushed them down. It seems that thinking he lost Juno and me broke the wall that was holding all that back and now he regularly has moments where he feels everything. Anger, fear, sadness, happiness. That’s my favorite one, seeing Jules smiling and content.
The door opens and closes and I wait for him to make his way into the bedroom. Instead of the sound of his heavy footsteps, I’m met with moans. What the hell? I quickly wrap myself in the short silky robe that matches my lingerie and race into the lounge. I come to an abrupt stop when I see Jules sprawled on the couch, his legs at impossible angles.
“What the hell happened?” I shriek, concerned for his health.
His eyes raise to look me in the face, a deep frown marring his good looks, “Your damn sister happened! And that little shit Rodney.” He takes a deep breath before giving me a pitiful look, “You know that I don’t wax my brows, right?”
My brows pinch in confusion. “Um, yeah? I guess. Why?”
“Because Rodney called me a ‘metrosexual’ and teased me about waxing my brows and then it escalated and now the kids think I get waxed. Everywhere.”
I roll my lips between my teeth, and try not to laugh. I should have warned him those kids were feral.
“And then a really cute little girl asked why my shirt was a weird color in the armpits and then Jazz explained about sweat patches and how it’s a part of life and then the little girl started sobbing hysterically because she didn’t want ‘crying pits’. She lost it even more when Rodney told her that because she had German ancestry that she’d grow hairy underarms and not be allowed to shave them.”
I snort and Jules gives me a death stare. One that would scare any other woman, but not me. I know that deep down Jules is more afraid of me than I am of him.
“Um, so, why all the moaning?” I ask him. I’m curious to know the answer now that my blood pressure has lowered.
He lets out a long, sad, sigh. “My body is all locked up after holding a pose for almost an hour. I thought I’d just have to stand there! Instead that rat bastard Rodney suggested I pose like that Gollum guy, so Jazz piled some crap up to look like a rock and I had to squat on that with my arms spread out in front of me and resting on my fingertips.” He looks at me with eyes full of sorrow before they narrow and then look me up and down. “Babe, what are you wearing?” he looks around the room, “and where is Juno?”
My fingers play with the silky belt, loosening it just enough that he gets an eyeful of the way this balconette bra is framing my ample breasts. “Well,” I answer him, “Juno is with Mama Debs and Pops for the night and, do you mean this old thing?”
I let the fabric slide down off my arms, letting it pool at my feet, and Jules sits bolt upright before groaning and falling back onto the couch.
Letting out a sigh I walk up to him, hands on hips. “Well, it looks like I’m in charge,” I shrug.
Jules grins up at me, his large, rough hands running up the backs of my thighs, gently squeezing my ass cheeks, then running them back down again. He repeats this motion twice more, however with each time his fingers get closer and closer to brushing my core.
“I want you up here, Firecracker, I need to taste your cream,” his voice is thick with lust and who am I to question the man?
I place my right foot on the couch beside him, then move to stand, placing my left foot on his other side, my pussy in line with his mouth. He leans his head back, his hands on my ass bringing me closer to him until I’m straddling his face. He runs his nose up and down my slit before sucking me through the wet fabric of my lingerie.
“Fuck you taste so good, baby.”
He hooks a thick finger through the side of my panties, tugging the gusset to the side, allowing his mouth full access to my dripping core. He sucks gently at my lips, nibbling at them while a thick finger rubs my empty hole. My hands grip his hair, holding him in place as he slurps at me, the sounds of him devouring me and me moaning for more create a chorus of pleasure.
I whine when his finger leaves me wanting as his hands disappear, only to feel a tug before my underwear is in tatters.
“Hey!” I yelp, staring down into his heavy lidded eyes.
“I’ll buy you more,” he says before thrusting two fingers all the way inside me and latching his mouth to my clit.
My lingerie troubles cease to exist as Jules brings me closer and closer to the edge. The hand holding my ass, pressing me closer to his mouth moves to spread my lips wide, allowing deeper access to my clit, batting it with his tongue. This coupled with his fingers hooking and hitting the perfect spot has stars bursting behind my eyes, my legs shaking and my core gushing. My breath is coming in pants and I’m screaming to high heaven but I don’t care .
Jules
Vi’s body twitches as her hands rest on my shoulders, keeping her semi upright over me. It’s a fucking hot sight, my woman’s legs shaking and the wet spot on my trousers from her orgasm, but I want more, I need more, even if my body is broken right now. I take my hands off her gorgeous fucking body, dropping them to my button and fly, undoing both, tugging them down under my ass so I can free my aching cock.
I run my hand over the crown of my cock, using my precum as lube, jacking myself as I gaze at Vi’s beautiful pussy.
“You’re in charge, baby. Come ride my cock.”
She smiles gently at me through blissed out eyes, but she complies, squatting over me as I line my cock up with his home. Vi informed me that she’s on birth control and that she trusts me, but I still got myself tested and showed her my clear paperwork. Whether she trusts me or not, it’s up to me to protect her.
She lowers her body down, wrapping my cock in her soft, wet core and I let out a long, low groan as she sighs in bliss. She moves back and forth a little, grinding on me before lifting up, hovering, hovering until I get impatient, and then she drops down, engulfing me. She does this a few more times, teasing me, to the point where she smirks at me until I slap her ass, trying to get her to stop taunting me. Instead of going faster, she stands, my desperate cock slapping against my stomach. She turns her back to me, smirking over her shoulder as she grips my base, lining me up and then sitting down, slowly, so damn fucking slowly.
She tests out the position before riding me in earnest, her thick ass jiggling with the movement. It’s the best fucking sight I’ve ever seen, and I grip her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly to find that this, this right here is an even better sight. Her pussy lips are spread wide around my cock, and everytime she pulls up, I can see her pussy gripping me, her cream coating my throbbing length and I know I’m not going to last.
Moving my hands to her glorious breasts I grip them, more than a handful in my large hands. Pulling her back until she’s resting against my chest I hold her to me and thrust up into her from below. Vi turns her head and I drop my mouth to hers, tongues tangling, nibbling, duelling until my Firecracker rips her lips from mine, moaning deeply as I hit the right spot inside of her. Knowing that I need her to come, and soon, I release her tits, grip her under the knees and pull them to her chest, spreading her wide as I drop lower on the couch. With my feet planted I can thrust harder and deeper, the sounds of our lovemaking loud and frantic.
“Touch your pussy baby, make yourself come,” I growl into her ear.
She does what I demand, one hand going to pinch her hard nipple, the other moving to her mouth, where she sucks her fingers and then trails them down to her gaping pussy. I watch as her fingers make contact with her clit and she tips her head back, letting it rest on my shoulder. Her movements feel jerky, and I can feel her pussy start to tighten. Gripping her legs harder, and wider I power into her, once, twice, three times before she screams my name and her pussy milks the come directly from my balls, pulling a long groan from me.
I wrap my arms around my Firecracker, holding her to me, my cock still nestled deep inside her. Our breaths start to calm but I still don’t want to let go. Not yet. Nuzzling into her neck I use my nose to move some tendrils of hair out of my way so I can drop a kiss to the part where her shoulder meets her neck.
“I never thought I’d find my person, but Juno found me, and you found us. I love you Vi,” I whisper in her ear, meaning every single fucking word.
“You found me. In more ways than one. I love you, Jules.”
My heart skips a beat everytime she says those words. Over the past week I’d stopped her on three occasions, wanting her to be really sure of her feelings. When she yelled and threw Juno’s teething ring at me for being a stubborn asshole, I had to let her speak her truth, and it gets me every time. I angle her head toward me and we kiss, pouring our feelings into our movements. My cock softens and slips out of her, our combined juices dripping onto my leg.
“Ew. Come on, let’s get cleaned up then order pizza. I need sustenance before I can fuck you again,” Vi says, with a wink before sashaying her gorgeous ass toward the hall. Looking over her shoulder she gives me a look. “Are you coming?”
“Baby, I would love nothing more, but thanks to Rodney, I can’t feel my legs.”