Chapter 12 Carys #2
Carys breathed a sigh of relief. Neither had to settle to be together. She smiled to herself. She never worried about condoms with him because of her IUD, and he didn’t because he couldn’t get her pregnant.
Monster pulled away, interlacing their fingers and led her inside.
As soon as they were through the door, everyone shouted and cheered. Color her confused. She looked up at Monster, but he was just smirking down at her.
“What is this?” She looked around and there were streamers that weren’t there before and balloons and … “Is that …” She turned to Monster in confusion, then understanding started to dawn on her.
“Your mom’s annual strawberry lemon cake? Yeah.” Monster pulled her against him. “Happy birthday.” He kissed her breathless. When the kiss ended, he said, “Belated birthday.”
Carys cast her eyes downward. Her birthday was two days ago, but she didn’t want anyone to know, so she deflected.
“It looks like the birthday unicorn exploded in here.”
Taylor approached and placed a birthday girl crown on her head. “How did they find out?” She whispered.
“Your mom, of course.”
“But I told her not to say anything. It was not my day to steal, neither is today.”
Ghoul draped his arm over her shoulder, leading her to the bar.
“That’s what Linda said. You didn’t want to steal anyone’s day and swore her to secrecy.
” He leaned in and stage whispered, “FYI, Mom is shit at keeping secrets.” He leaned back as if he hadn’t just called her mom his mom.
“Anyway, she planned all of this, said we had to wait until she left or you’d be a buzzkill about it. ”
“You can take your dirty mitts off my woman any time now, asshole,” Monster growled from behind them.
Ghoul threw up his hands in surrender. “Geez, down boy. It’s not official yet, so I had to shoot my shot.” He winked at her and ducked just in time to avoid a projectile object that landed somewhere behind the bar. Everyone laughed, and Cypher poured tequila shots as she sat.
Monster said from right at the back of her stool. “It will be in a few.” He licked and salted the back of his hand before handing her a shot. “Here, babe.” As soon as she took the shot glass from his hand, he picked up a lime wedge, placing it backward between his teeth.
He wiggled his eyebrows as he held out his salted hand.
She licked it, then downed the shot. He bent over her face, pulling her head back and offered her the lime.
She bit before he turned his head to the side and spat it on the bar.
He was back at her mouth in no time, his hands snaking over her shoulder and down to her breasts.
She’d never kissed anyone upside down before, and it was hot, but also a little difficult.
A moan escaped her throat as he pinched her nipples.
“Give her your gift already and take her to your room unless you want this to be an audience participation situation.” Boogeyman’s words broke through her lust-addled brain, and she realized Monster’s hands were inside her shirt and bra.
Shit.
Carys wrenched her lips from his, but he still had his hands in her bra. “Arden.” She scolded and gripped his wrists.
“Fuck you, Boogey,” Monster cursed, but pulled his hands off her tits. Someone handed him a box.
“Thanks.”
He turned to Carys. “For you, Pixie.”
She was too choked up to even say thank you, so she just took the box and untied the Kings of Anarchy ribbon with care.
Peeling back the black tissue paper, she was met with a Property of Monster on black denim.
She pulled it out, and someone grabbed the box.
“Up.” Monster encouraged her to stand. Taking the cut from her, he slipped it over her shoulders. “Perfect fit, Pixie. Just like you.”
“Thank you.” Was all she could manage as she held back happy tears for the second time that night.
Taylor was the first to give her a hug. “We’re sisters now. We need to brainstorm a badass name for us ol’ ladies soon.”
A few of the other guys raised a beer at her and she nodded back.
When Prowler stood in front of her, nerves threatened to make her faint. This was the man who had the final say on her being “family” or not, and well, they didn’t come into each other’s lives in the best of circumstances.
“The Kings are your family now, Carys, and family is everything.”
The words were warm, but the message was clear.
“Thank you, Prowler, and I agree, family is everything, and I would never be disloyal or dishonor that.”
He gave her a smile; she was sure it was the first time she’d seen it aimed at her.
“I don’t doubt it. Welcome.”
Monster wanted her. The club wanted her.
She.
Was.
Wanted.
It was intoxicating.
“Why is hers different from Taylor’s?” Ghoul interrupted her thoughts.
Carys looked between the two and didn’t notice much different except the names.
“Because she’s a vegetarian, dick face.”
Denim.
Hers was denim, and Taylor’s was leather.
“So is that one, kinda,” Ghoul shouted.
Taylor whispered, “Mine isn’t real leather, but don’t tell the guys.”
Monster cared enough to not give her leather.
No one, except her mother, had ever been so in tune with her and thoughtful.
She turned to Monster. He was grinning shyly, like he wasn’t sure if the gesture mattered or not.
Oh, it did, and she was going to show her appreciation.
She didn’t need words; it was time for action. She grabbed one side of his cut and turned, dragging him toward their room.
There was a whole lot of whooping and hollering.
Monster kicked the door closed behind them. Carys slid his cut off his shoulders and placed it on the dresser, doing the same with hers.
“Strip,” she ordered him as she pulled her clothes off as fast as she could too.
“Bossy. I like it.”
She watched him strip, relishing every inch as he exposed himself.
Once he was naked, he reached around her, grabbing her cut off the dresser.
Without saying anything, he slipped it back over her shoulders. When the denim brushed her nipples, she groaned.
“Fuck, babe, if I’d known remembering you’re a vegetarian got you this turned on, I’d whisper names of vegetables to you ten times a day.”
His voice was husky as he brushed her nipple up and down lazily with the knuckle of his index finger. His eyes eating up the scene.
“It wasn’t just that you remembered, but that you anticipate my wants and desires. Despite your carefully cultivated reputation, you’re a very thoughtful man.”
She could see his discomfort with the compliment, but she had to say it. Carys had noticed that when she got too complimentary or mushy, Monster resorted to jokes, and not very good ones either, so she needed to turn things around.
“I want your mouth on me.”
The last syllable had barely left her mouth when Monster turned around and threw a pillow on the floor. Without missing a beat, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed.
He kneeled on the pillow and pulled her toward his mouth with a bruising grip.
The small bite of pain was perfection. Pushing up on her elbows, she watched him stare at her pussy like a starving man.
He slapped her pussy lightly and looked up into her eyes. It was a first, but she kinda liked it.
“You’re my favorite meal.” Monster leaned down and licked her lips before swirling his tongue around her clit. The hottest part was that he never broke eye contact.
When he bit down on her clit, she groaned. He thrust a finger, then two, inside her at a maddeningly slow rhythm. His smile gave him away.
“That’s a coincidence.” She flopped back on the bed, the infuriating man between her thighs was about to make a bad joke. She didn’t want to ask, but if she didn’t, he wouldn’t speed up or let her come on his tongue.
“What is?” She chanced a peek down through her lashes, and he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Oh God.
“You’re a vegetarian and I’m a—” She levered up on her elbows.
“Do not finish that statement if you want to come tonight.”
He thrust harder and sucked her clit into his mouth. Capturing it with his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. It took less than a minute for her to come.
Monster climbed up her body, capturing a thigh on his shoulder as he went. She felt the head of his cock at her entrance as he kissed her. He pulled his lips back from hers and stared into her eyes.
“Vagetarian,” he whispered. Her groan turned into laughter, but back into a groan as he thrust into her.
He slammed into her over and over, and she was back on the edge of an orgasm in no time.
She needed his hand on her throat, craved it to push her over the edge, but she didn’t want to end the kiss. So, she did the only thing she could think of and grabbed him by the throat.
His thrusts became erratic, and he did exactly what she wanted. She squeezed his throat tighter, and he matched her pressure. It was the exact thing she needed to tumble over the edge and take him with her.
As their orgasms waned, he murmured.
“My good girl.”
Those magical three words.
Carys snuggled into him. “I like being your good girl.”
His eyes remained closed as he spoke. “I thought you wanted to be my wooby.”
“I can be both.”
“Pixie, you’re more than that. You’re my everything.”
It wasn’t the typical way of saying it, but it meant the same thing in Monster speak.
“I love you too.”
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