Chapter 13
Ana
We cruise through the streets of Rose Grove, the wind blowing over me as I press my face into the leather at my man’s back.
I inhale the scent that is all Gus and I snuggle even closer.
I loved him when he was a bad ass uptight security man, and I love him even more now that he’s a biker and a father.
Somehow being part of the DRMC has given him something he never seemed before.
Settled. I guess when you’re the head of a business and always fretting about losing someone close to you, you don’t get to take a breath and just be.
That’s what the club gives Gus. He knows that any one of these men would protect his family.
It's a safety net, if you will. A safety net of all our closest family and friends, even if they do drive me crazy every now and then.
Gus’s back flexes slightly as he pulls us into our first stop, a little bar just outside of Rose Grove.
“Come on babe, let's grab a drink and our first card. There might even be a little surprise here for us.” He turns to look at me over his shoulder, dark eyes sparkling as he gives me a wink and squeezes my calf gently.
A surprise you say? He’s already given me what I wanted, a photoshoot with him and Jr. But you know, when you have a hot hunk of man wanting to shower you with gifts on Valentine’s day, you're not gonna say no, are you?
He reaches his hand out for mine, holding me steady as I dismount my chubby ass, onto my short legs in my heeled boots, because a girl has gotta look hot no matter what body shape she’s packing. We stroll into the bar, the dim lighting taking a while for my eyes to adjust.
“Welcome riders! Pick a card, any card and me or Angie will be there to serve your drinks.” A crusty faced older man with a wide smile greets.
“Take a seat, baby. I’ll bring your drink over.”
I slap Gus on the ass, snorting when he yelps. Scanning the room I spot the table my girls are sitting at. I mean, it’s not hard, it’s the loudest table by far.
“Oh hey, Ana, a little something for you,” Rider says grinning, as he takes my hand and slips something into it before stalking off to the bar. Weird.
Looking down at my hand I uncurl my fingers and let out a gasp so abruptly that it sends me into a coughing fit.
“Babe, you OK?”
I turn watery eyes up to Gus’s handsome fucking face before glancing back down at the polaroid in my hand.
The polaroid of my husband, butt ass naked, looking all oily and filthy and sex on legs-y.
The lighting shows off all the muscles in his back as they tense, his ass on full display, even a hint of abs as he twists slightly to the camera so I can see the long line of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw.
“Holy fucking moley, I need you in me. Now!” I bark at him, wildly looking for a place to drag my man. The disabled toilets will have to do.
Taking our two drinks from Gus I plonk them down on the nearest table, grip Gus’s hand and drag him with me as I shout to Tank to look after our drinks over my shoulder.
“Ah, Ana, are you OK?”
I slam the wide wheelchair access door behind us, locking it and shimmy my leather pants down low enough to be able to expose the only parts I need exposed.
“Pants down. Now.”
I shuffle in place, pants around my ankles and grip onto the handy handle attached to the wall, half bent, waving my ass at Gus like a red flag to a bull.
“Fucking hell, babe, look at you,” Gus groans behind me, bringing his big hand down on my ass cheek with a crack, before soothing the sting, drawing a moan from me.
He spreads my cheeks wide, the cool air hitting my pussy making me clench in surprise, before a warm tongue strokes up my cleft, nudging my pucker a little before travelling back down, dipping into my core.
“Gus, I need you, now,” I whimper. I know my man likes to take his time, but we’re on a schedule and that picture of him, shit that picture of him is doing weird things to me, turning me into a desperate woman.
The blunt head of his cock nudges at me gently and I’m so starved for this man, my man that I thrust back, taking him in one long movement, my ass hitting his pelvis before bouncing off.
“Fuck Ana, fuck, I won’t last if you keep doing that,” Gus groans as I work his cock with my pussy, greedily bouncing on that hard dick that is all for me.
I clench my muscles around him and his hands wrap around my waist, an iron grip as he finally gets on board and starts fucking me in earnest, pulling me on and off his cock, building my orgasm with such efficiency that it takes my breath away.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum, you with me?” Gus grunts out, fucking harder and deeper.
“Always, Gus,” I gasp out before moaning low and long into the crook of my arm. I mean, just because we’re fucking like animals in the disabled bathroom doesn’t mean I have to draw attention to us with my screams of ecstasy.
My legs begin to shake as my core tightens, Gus driving me higher and higher to that place that feels just out of reach before he bites down onto my shoulder to muffle his roar, tipping me over the edge.
We stay plastered together, Gus curled around me, holding me to him as the aftershocks rock my core, peppering me with warm kisses and sweet words.
“I love you, baby, but what the fuck has gotten into you?” Gus pants, still catching his breath.
I don't say a word, just wriggle upright, letting his softening cock slip out of me.
Grabbing some tissue I catch what I can before pulling up my pants, spinning and slapping the Polaroid into the middle of his chest. He gingerly takes it from me, his gaze dropping to see what it is before his eyes go wide as saucers.
“Oh, uh,” he rubs the back of his neck, “um, wow, that baby oil really worked.” He snorts before his gaze hits me again. “It’s a, uh, photoshoot I did, for you.”
“Is there more than just that picture?” I ask, my belly flip flopping in excitement.
“Um, there should be at least three more shots.”
“Do we have to finish the poker run?”
Gus grins at me, presses a kiss to my lips, choosing silence rather than answering me.
Although the glint in his eye tells me one of us is going to be sick and have to go home, very, very, soon.
He cleans himself up quickly, tucking himself back into his jeans, grips my hand and throws the door open, freezing in place.
“Gus!” A smallish blonde man greets us with a familiarity that has me gasping.
“Craig? Craig from the campground?” Gus asks, eyes darting between Craig and his wife who is grinning maniacally.
“Thats me! I always wondered if we’d catch you two again. The ones that got away!” He chuckles. “So, did you two ever dip your toes into the swinging world? And do you want to?” He waves a finger between all four of us and a weird gurgle escapes me.
“Ah, um, no, we didn’t, but um, we’re so sorry, we’re on a poker run at the moment, must go, good to see you, and take care!” Gus mutters out, shoving past Craig and his swinging wife, power walking us through the bar to our friends who grin knowingly at us.
“Not a word,” Gus growls as Wire cackles with glee.
“Was that the man with the huge penis from the campground?” Remy asks, leaning toward me.
“Not. A. Word,” Gus growls again as Remy joins Wire in their cacklefest.
“Happy Valentine's Day, Gus.”
“Happy Valentine’s, Ana.”
Tank
If Mira doesn’t stop wriggling and jumping and dancing around she’s going to hurt herself.
I don’t mean that in any type of way other than she’s got her favorite yellow heels on and I know that every time we go out in those things, she has a fall.
Every. Damn. Time. And you know what? I can’t blame her for wanting to wear them.
They make her ass and legs look fucking phenomenal, which means if I want to ogle my woman, I have to be prepared to catch her when she inevitably gets her heel caught on something. Or someone.
“Aw Tank, this is so exciting! It’s my first poker run and look! We got a-” she squints at the card in front of her, “A king, I think?”
“Babe, you know you have to keep it on the down low.”
“Oh yes! Secret Squirrel.” She zips her lips and then moves to throw away the key, before changing her mind and unlocking and unzipping her lips. “I love you,” she whispers before zipping, locking and throwing the imaginary key over her shoulder.
I huff out a laugh before pressing a kiss to her forehead, a little sigh escaping her. “So, I have a Valentine's gift for you, baby, but you’re going to get it when we get home, OK?”
She eyes me, her gaze bright and bouncing around my face, “Is it a sexy surprise? It is, isn't it? Oh oh, is it a Game of Thrones costume? Like a really big fur coat and some sexy leather boots that you made yourself and I’ll pretend to be all fair maiden-y and you’ll be all viking-y and you’ll try to plunder my castle, and like I’ll totally let you, of course, but it’ll be after I try to protect my good name and my womanly assets from a savage such as yourself but you’ll prove yourself kind and gentle and at some stage you’ll save me from a dangerous wolf and then we’ll have to huddle in the forest and you’ll use your big fur coat as plush bedding to lay me down upon before you make love to me as only a viking can.
” Her eyes go all dreamy as she cups her hand over her mouth and lets out a little squeal.
And a jog in place to get out some of her excitement.
I stare down at her as I try to do inventory on my minimalist wardrobe trying to remember if at any stage in my life I’ve purchased a Game of Thrones fur coat. I’m broken out of my thoughts by a large hand landing on my shoulder.
“I have one from a comic con Remy and I went to. See me later and I’ll loan it to you.” Wire murmurs, his grip tightening slightly. “Don’t get jizz on it.”
I nod in reply, my woman not even noticing the exchange as she’s too busy taking notes on her bra notepad.
“Take a seat with the Girl Gang, babe. I’ll grab you a drink.”
I watch as she distractedly walks in the direction I pointed her, three steps towards the table of Ol Ladies who seem to be in good spirits.
Probably feeling all relaxed after those fucking Craigs List masseuses Chewy hired.
My gaze narrows as Rider slips something to my woman, but I figure it’ll be whatever bullshit Rider is up to today.
He’s been walking around smirking since we got here, so I know he’s up to something.
I just can’t bring myself to wade into it yet as I’d like to get at least the first stop and one drink into me before all hell breaks loose.
Bellying up to the bar, I stand with two of the Tombs brothers, Switch and Marx. “Brothers.”
“Tank. Mira’s looking extra excited today,” Tav smirks before talking a long pull of his beer.
“She’s a romance author, this day is like her version of Christmas,” I reply, eyes on my woman as she peeks at me over her shoulder, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She quickly faces forward and hunches down a little, before popping up and peeking at me again.
“You know, I get we’re members of an MC, but I still wonder how so many of you came across so many odd women,” Marx muses as he stares at the table of Ol Ladies. And possibly Mira who is acting all sorts of weird.
“Speak for yourself,” Tav scoffs. “My woman is completely normal.” We all turn to stare at him, brows raised.
“What? So she -” he glances around before lowering his voice, “unalived a few people. It's not like they didn’t deserve it.” He picks up his beer.
“You know what? Fuck you all.” He flounces off toward Pops and Mad Dog but is intercepted by his woman who storms toward him, grips him by the cut and slams him into the wall before fusing her mouth to his.
“Holy shit!” Switch yells as whistles break out around the room.
A door slams and all eyes turn toward Gus and Ana who have just come out of the disabled bathrooms holding hands and to the left of them Kaia has straddled Judge’s lap and is currently running her hands all over his bald head.
My gaze flicks back to Mira who winks at me all saucily before giggling and spinning away again.
“What in the fuck is going on with everyone? Valentine's Day isn’t usually this horny, is it?” Marx asks, looking bewildered. Shocking really given that before the women turned up public fucking was the norm.
“How would we know? We’ve never really celebrated one before.” Switch shrugs.
“Um, Marx, can I please speak to you privately in my office, please?” Lovely says in her sweet voice.
“What office, sweetness?” Marx asks, considerably less grumpy than usual.
“Oh. Marvin there said we could borrow his office. It’s very, very, important.” She winks at him in a saucy manner as well and I’m starting to think the saucy winks are catching.
“Look after my beer,” Pres growls as he follows after his woman.
Speaking of, I watch as mine saunters toward me, her hips swinging a little more than usual, her tight pants looking phenomenal and accentuating those thick thighs.
She gets as close as she possibly can without stepping on my toes, leaning in and smacking a passionate kiss to my lips, a little moan for my ears only slipping out.
“I need you,” she whimpers.
My brows fly up to my hairline as she slaps a Polaroid to my chest, takes my hand and leads me toward the bathroom that a scrawny little guy and his wife have just vacated.
“Babe?” I ask, fumbling with the Polaroid, wanting to see what the hell has got her all fired up.
Turning the picture over my eyes bug out at the sight of myself, oiled to within an inch of my life, on my knees on a bed, thighs spread wide, hands behind my head, thick torso tensed just enough to see the outline of the abs I don’t really have.
I stumble after Mira into the surprisingly clean bathroom, a Polaroid clutched in my fist. “Did you, um, did you like my picture?” I ask, sounding like a fucking shy school boy talking to his first crush.
“Like it?” Mira asks in a shrill voice as she locks the door behind us. “I more than liked it.”
I grip her ass as I draw her into me, my hard cock poking her soft belly, “Yeah? Tell me how much you liked it?”
“I liked it so much that it makes me -” she takes a deep breath, lets it out and says the filthiest words that have ever come out of my non-cursing woman’s mouth, “it makes me want to call you daddy and take that cock like a good girl.”
Well, who am I to argue at what my woman wants?