Chapter 15
Drunk Sex
Motown
Tipsy Tessa is so damn adorable, which only makes me want to kiss her stupid. We make it upstairs, but only because after watching Tessa trip over her feet several times, I am convinced she’ll end up on her ass and throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my room.
She smacks my ass and shouts, “My presents! I need to go get them.”
I give her perky ass a tap of my own. “They’ll still be there in the morning, babe.”
I was expecting more of a fight, but she drapes herself over my shoulder and murmurs, “Okay.”
Once we’re in our room, I toss her gently onto the bed.
She curls up against the pillows and closes her eyes.
Before she falls asleep, I want to give her my gift.
“Baby, open your eyes,” I say, taking the little box out of my pocket and setting it on the mattress near her face.
Her eyes drift open, and Tessa perks up immediately.
She sits up and holds the box carefully in her hands as if it were glass, staring at the pretty wrapping and bow. “For me?” she asks, peering up at me through her lashes.
“Yeah, babe. I hope you like it. When I saw it, it reminded me of you.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “Go ahead. Open it.”
Tessa carefully unwraps the paper, taking her time revealing the box.
She lifts the lid and gasps, then takes the bracelet out and looks at each charm as if they were precious jewels.
“It’s gorgeous,” she whispers. “Now I can have you, Mom, and Dad with me all day.” She shows me her necklace.
“M&D for Mom and Dad. Dad made it himself. And now I have you. Can you help me put it on?” She holds out her wrist. My fingers are thick, and it takes a couple of tries before I get it latched properly, but once I do, Tessa leaps into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I love it.”
“I’m glad. I wish I had known earlier about your birthday. I would have had more time to plan something special.”
“What could be more special than finding out that a room full of people care enough about me to go to the trouble of organizing an impromptu surprise party? It was the best birthday I’ve ever had. The only thing that would have made it better would have been to have Mom and Dad here with us.”
“We’ll make sure that happens for your next birthday,” I reply.
Tessa
This night has been magical. I’ve been so busy working that I haven’t had time to make friends. I have lots of people I know, but very few that I can call friends. Motown opened up my world to new experiences. Suddenly, I’m part of a whole other family.
The guys consider me their little sister, and knowing what they’re doing to protect me and the town from Bronson only proves what good people they are.
Etain and Sasha have adopted me as one of their own.
When Hawk told me how hard Sasha and Etain worked to make the clubhouse festive, I wanted to cry.
Besides my parents, I can’t remember anyone going to this much trouble to make my birthday special.
This all started with Motown. I don’t know how he managed to pull this off on such short notice, but it seems to me that he can do just about anything.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I tell him.
“All this time, I thought a prince on a white horse was what every woman wanted, but I got the best version. I have a biker on a Harley with a heart of gold, with the strength of a warrior and the conscience to do the right thing. I understand it may have started with Bronson trying to reel me into his awful business, but it became more. You and the Riders didn’t bury your heads in the sand as many would have.
What you do is take care of those who can’t do it themselves. You’re my hero. You’re my gift.”
Motown’s face goes soft. He strokes my cheek.
“You humble me. You see the best in me. My past isn’t clean.
I spent time in juvie. I have a record. I was young and stupid and made mistakes.
The best decision I made was enlisting in the army.
Hawk and the others, they turned my life around.
But even then, I held a gun in my hand, and I killed people.
It’s true, they were bad men, and I was in a situation where it was kill or be killed, but my soul is tainted with blood.
Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever feel clean. ”
“What happened in your life made you who you are today. You’re my man.
Generous, loving, honorable, and loyal.” I lift my wrist. “This is who you are to me. My Motown, who makes me feel loved and beautiful.” I run my hands through his hair, placing my lips near his ear.
“Since it’s my birthday, I should get to do whatever I want. ”
His fingers tighten on my waist. “Absolutely. What is it that my Tessa wants?” His voice is a soft, sexy rumble.
“I want to suck your cock,” I whisper. I hardly get the words out before Motown reaches for my shirt and yanks it up and off.
“Get naked!” He stands and strips off his shirt, then unbuckles his belt. I’m so entranced looking at his muscular chest and arms that I’m sure I’m drooling. “Now,” he barks, prodding me into action.
I take off my clothes and find that Motown is sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs splayed open, his large, very erect cock standing at attention.
He tosses a pillow on the floor and holds out his hand.
I take it and drop to my knees on the soft pillow.
My hand lands on his thick thigh, and the other wraps around his cock, feeling the velvet of his skin.
I stroke him gently. Motown lets out a low growl.
“Harder,” he orders, closing his eyes and letting me set the pace.
I explore his hardness, then press my lips to his thigh, kissing up one, then the other.
Motown pulls back my hair, holding it in his fist. Our eyes connect, and I close my mouth over the tip of his cock.
His jaw clenches, and a slow moan rolls from his mouth.
My tongue swirls around the tip and through his sensitive slit.
I wrap my lips over his cock and begin to bob up and down, moving my hands in tandem with my mouth.
His hand tightens in my hair, telling me he likes what I’m doing to him.
I take him as deep as I can, but not even coming close to engulfing his member. I rake my fingernails over his thighs.
He tugs my hair, pulling me off. “I’m not going to last. The sweet heat of your mouth is too good,” he warns.
I pay him no heed. I go right back to sucking and licking his cock.
This time, I do it harder and faster. “Babe!” he cautions me again, gritting his teeth.
I won’t be deterred. I want him to blow, and I want to taste him.
His grunt turns into a groan while he fills my mouth with his cum. I swallow him down, then revel in the notion of being able to make my man happy. He pulls me up, twisting me and tossing me onto my back on the bed. He kisses me passionately. His mouth moves ravenously over my own.
When he finally lifts his head, he says, “That was spectacular, baby,” making me smile even bigger. “But it’s your birthday, and I think I should repay the favor.”
Without giving me a chance to respond, he hitches my legs over his shoulders and presses his mouth between my legs.
He’s hungry. Very, very hungry. Motown sucks and licks every part of my pussy.
The burning ache inside me grows, ready to burst. I beg him for more, and he responds by inserting his fingers into my pussy and pumping them in and out, while he licks my clit.
I grip his head, desperately needing to come.
It’s going to be huge. I feel it, and when I reach the peak of the mountain, I free-fall off the edge.
It’s sublime. The feeling of floating in my orgasmic bliss is like no other.
Motown continues to kiss my belly, then he licks each nipple, then kisses along my collarbone and neck.
He settles us in bed, then reaches for the covers and tosses them over us.
“Tessa.”
“Mmm?”
“I’m going to get you drunk more often. Drunk sex with you is fantastic,” he murmurs in my ear.
I burst out laughing, and his soft rumble of laughter joins in.