Chapter Nine
Lily
The guest bags were cute. Janet had them made at a place in town that specialized in custom items. They were a soft cotton with a drawstring closure.
The wedding date was stamped on them in a sparkly blue below a picture of entwined wedding bands with T&J on them.
At the last moment, Mom had made enough cookies for all the bags using Janet’s recipe and vacuum sealed them into individual packets to go with the recipe.
Given the state of the kitchen, Janet had tears in her eyes when Mom presented them to her.
I felt an ache in my heart, watching them.
This was what family was all about. Caring about each other and sharing the important moments in their lives.
None of these women had ever met my brother Jack, but just the fact that he had fought alongside their men was enough for them to accept me without question.
We were just finishing up the last of the bags, Janet carefully stacking them into a basket she’d decorated with lace and ribbon, when the faint rumble of motorcycles in the distance sounded.
My heart leaped in anticipation. My Rattler was back. Yeah, mine. I wasn’t sure at what point I’d started thinking of him as mine, but it felt right.
The other women smiled indulgently as I jumped to my feet and mumbled an excuse. Racing to the front of the house, I stood on the wide porch, hopping from foot to foot. The row of trees between the building and the road meant I didn’t see Rattler until he rounded the curve in the driveway.
Then he was here!
My breath caught in my throat. He sat tall and proud on his Harley, the chrome glistening in the late afternoon sunlight.
He pulled up to the front of the house and killed the engine, pulling off his helmet as he dismounted. He tossed it onto the seat of the bike then raced up the stairs and pulled me into his arms to scorch a kiss across my lips.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on like he was the only thing keeping me sane.
Now that he was back, I could admit to myself how scared I’d been that something or someone might hurt him, that he wouldn’t make it back to me.
The rational part of my brain realized it was a gut reaction to Jack’s not returning from his last mission, but reason rarely conquered gut fears.
“Get a room!” Preacher was laughing at us as he sat on his bike, parked beside Rattler’s.
“Good plan, but we already have one.” Rattler lifted his head to glare good-naturedly at him. “Go check in with Ace.”
I let out a little squeal as he scooped me up in his arms. He smelled exactly as I remembered him, with the added tang of road dust. “Don’t you have to check in too?”
He grinned. “I outrank those guys, and I already talked to Ace before we headed home. Now that we’re here, he’ll call church, but I told him we needed an hour or so to wash the dust from the trip off.”
My brows drew down in a puzzled frown. “You just told Preacher and Joker to go check in with him.”
“Yeah. That was a polite way of saying fuck off and leave me alone.” He flicked his tongue out to lick the side of my neck. “Damn, you taste good!”
I giggled, heat flaring in my cheeks.
We entered the foyer. Ace stood lounging lazily in the entrance to the kitchen, managing to look amused and stern at the same time. “I see you made good time on the way back. Church in an hour to bring everyone up to speed.”
“Roger that.” Rattler didn’t slow down as he strode past Ace toward the staircase.
I buried my head in the crook of his shoulder, not sure if I should be embarrassed or flattered. “They all know where we’re going.” I whispered it into his shirt.
“Yes, they do.” He didn’t sound like the thought bothered him in the least.
He reached our room and twisted the doorknob, using his shoulder to push the door open. Crossing the open space in a matter of seconds he placed me on the bed.
His eyes gleamed. “Strip.”
I sat up and reached down, slowly pulling the shirt up and over my head. Tossing it aside, I cupped my breasts in my hands and stroked my thumbs across my nipples. They immediately puckered into tight little rosebuds.
Rattler’s eyes narrowed, and he growled low in his throat as he stripped off his own clothes. His cut came off first, which he hung over the back of the chair.
I raised my eyebrows. “We in a hurry or something?”
He kicked off his boots and stood on one leg to pull off his pants, then switched to the other. “You heard Ace. Church in an hour. Probably less since we wasted all that time getting up here.”
“Like you think we should have maybe just had at it on the porch?”
He left the pants where they fell and reached down to pull his shirt over his head. “Yeah, but I was being thoughtful. Figured the audience might freak you out.”
I stared for a solid second before I burst out laughing. “It definitely would. I’m not into exhibitionism.”
He raked his gaze over my half-nude figure. “You might want to get the rest of those clothes off if you want them to stay in one piece.”
I obliged, squirming a bit to get the skintight leggings off while sitting on the edge of the bed. No sooner had I pulled them over my feet than Rattler grabbed me by the ankles and slid me toward him.
Dropping to his knees, he ripped my thong off and positioned my ass on the edge of the bed, his gaze resting on the soft folds between my thighs. “Do you like it when a guy eats your pussy?”
I felt my cheeks flood with heat. “You should know.”
He shifted his gaze to my face, his eyes blazing with lust. “Yeah, I do. You scream like there’s no tomorrow.”
Could I possibly blush a deeper red? “I admit it feels good.”
He muttered something I couldn’t quite make out.
“Okay, more than good, it feels amazing.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he slipped his hands under my buttocks and fastened his mouth on my pussy. His tongue lapped at the moisture leaking from my center, and he gave a long, slow lick that sent heat crashing through every nerve I didn’t know I had.
I let out a strangled scream and laced my fingers in his hair, hanging on as if I were in danger of falling off the edges of the earth. He hadn’t shaved since the prior morning and his scruff rubbed the inside of my thighs, adding to the tingling sensations dancing across the surface of my skin.
He swirled his tongue around, dipping it deep inside me before pulling it out again. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into a world of feeling. He licked and sucked in turn, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. I could feel my body responding, getting closer to coming at every stroke of his tongue.
I arched against him, my hands clutching his hair tightly as if I was afraid he’d disappear if I let go. My breath started to come in short bursts as pleasure built toward a final crescendo.
When he scored his teeth across my clit, I came so hard my scream probably scared any little critter that had been brave enough to venture back into the woods behind the clubhouse.
Rattler laved his tongue across my slit a few more times as waves of aftershocks rocked my world. Then he slid out from his position between my legs and I opened my eyes to see him stand up, his cock in hand as he sheathed it.
His rock-hard massive cock.
His eyes glistened with lust, my come smeared on his face. “You okay?”
I nodded, too far gone for actual speech.
He positioned himself at my entrance, the tip of his shaft resting just inside me. Pinning me with his gaze, he started to penetrate, rocking his hips as he stretched me inch by slow inch.
I whimpered, mindless with lust and wanting more, but he loomed over me so I could barely move. Bending over to cover me, he fastened his mouth over mine and buried himself balls deep with one massive thrust.
I screamed again. Was it possible to die from too much pleasure?
I was about to find out. My first orgasm had barely finished but I could feel another building fast. Rattler wasn’t gentle or slow.
I raked my fingers down his back, arching my hips as I wrapped my legs around his waist and matched him thrust for thrust. It seemed like mere minutes before another orgasm ripped through me, sending me spiraling out of control.
He thrust a few more times, slamming into me as he came with a growl of triumph.
We lay there for a few minutes, breathing in deep gulps of oxygen before he slid out of me and removed the condom.
“Yup, definitely gonna have to start buying these damn things by the case,” he groused as he tied it off and headed to the bathroom.
I heard the shower come on before he stuck his head back out, raking his gaze over me. I hadn’t moved, still laying half on and half off the bed while I waited for my heartbeat to slow to normal.
“Just have time for a quick shower before church. You want to join me?”
“You just want me to wash your back,” I teased.
He grinned. “You wash my back, I’ll wash yours.”
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Rattler
Nothing like an afternoon quickie to make a guy feel on top of the world. Now that I was back at the clubhouse with Lily, the world felt just fine. Her ex wasn’t going to be a problem much longer. We’d dealt with guys like this before. I was interested to see what the FBI had planned.
Lily’s gaze followed me as I pulled out some clean clothes and got ready for church. “You going to be long?” She hadn’t bothered to put on much more than a thong and her bra when we got out of the shower, crawling under a sheet on the bed.
I shrugged. “No idea. Depends on what Ace has to say, and whether we all need to discuss and vote on it.”
“Oh.” She looked thoughtful. “Is it okay if I take a nap while you’re gone? I really didn’t sleep all that well last night.”
I picked up my gun and slid it into the shoulder holster under my cut. “No problem. Where’s Scrapper?”
She rolled her eyes, a half-smile curving her lips. “Probably on the porch napping in a sunbeam with Willow. Those two became quite a pair in no time at all.”