Cheyenne Chapter 17
The last week had been a busy one even though Alisse and I weren’t going to the office to work anymore. Dr. Simpson was understanding when we spoke to her. She hadn’t been thrilled to be left shorthanded, but she did thank us for not putting people at risk. I had worried I’d be bored, but so far we were kept busy prepping for our guests.
Reaper had been busy on the phone with the other clubs as well as working at the brewery and ensuring security at their other businesses was tighter. I tried to get him to rest, but he was a man on a mission. He acted like he didn’t even feel the wound on his side. In addition to that, we were getting things together for a big get-together with the other clubs. They were all going to show up like they were here for a party. When they left, they’d be leaving some of their guys behind. I had no idea how many, but we would be a much fuller house.
Today was Saturday, and the clubs had been pulling in for the last hour. I was running around making sure things were done with help from Alisse. Reaper and the guys were entertaining our guests. Since there was danger, the ones with wives and kids had left them at home. Not all the members of the various clubs were going to be here, but it was a decent number.
I’d just dropped off the last stack of towels for the last couple of bedrooms in the clubhouse when I barreled out a bedroom door and into a hard chest. I looked up at a mountain of a man as I bounced. His hands caught me and prevented me from landing on my ass on the hard floor. He stood well over six foot tall and was huge. It quickly registered that he was good looking and older, maybe in his late thirties or early forties, Reaper’s age. A flirty smile spread across his face.
“Well, well, what do we have here? An angel just waiting for me? No, let me guess, you’re already taken aren’t you, darlin’?”
he asked. I blinked up at him at a loss for words. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Come with me and we’ll sit down and talk. You can tell me all about yourself and what I can do to steal you away. If I had to guess, I’d say you’re Reaper’s woman.”
I let him lead me to the common room. It was loud due to the number of bodies in there. He steered me over to a couch and sat down, pulling me beside him. He kept a hold of my hand. I’d found my voice by this time. “I think if you’d like to keep your hand, you might want to let go of mine,”
I told him as I tried to pull mine away. He laughed.
“Oh, I’m sure Reaper would tear it off and beat me with it, if I did anything wrong.”
“You’re goddamn right I would, Agony. Why is it you always have to make a play for the unavailable ones?”
I heard Reaper growl. I looked around to find him standing by the couch, looking at us.
Agony shrugged and didn’t look a bit afraid, nor did he let go of my hand. “It’s the story of my life, always a groomsman, never a groom, I guess. It was bad enough when it was just the Warriors. Now you fuckers are doing the same thing to me. I’m getting old. I need a pretty thing to take care of me,”
he said as he gave me puppy eyes and batted his lashes. I couldn’t help but laugh. The image of such a big badass batting his eyes at me was hilarious.
“I seriously doubt you have any trouble finding women. And it’s not Reaper you have to worry about beating you. I can do it myself,”
I teased him back. He threw back his head and roared with laughter.
“Oh God, she’s perfect. Damn it!”
About that time Alisse came up to us with Ink hot on her heels. He had a scowl on his face. She stopped beside us.
“I’m done with the other rooms. Is there anything else that needs to be done?”
she asked as she took in Agony holding my hand. Her eyebrows rose as she saw it. She gave me a questioning look. Agony let go of me and stood. He held out his hand to her.
“Hello, angel two, I’m Agony. And you are?”
Before she could answer him, Ink did.
“She’s taken, Agony. So forget it, you flirting bastard. You don’t need to know her name.”
Alisse threw him a glare over her shoulder then turned back to look at Agony. She smiled at him.
“My name is Alisse. I’m Cheyenne’s best friend. And I’m not taken, so ignore Ink.”
I heard Ink growl and then he had her swung up and into his arms. She smacked at him and kicked as he walked off with her.
I could hear him telling her, “Like hell you’re not. Get over it, Alisse.”
He went out the door with her. All the others had stopped talking to watch them.
Agony was laughing as well. “Shit, it’s so much fun to watch you guys. I take it the beautiful Alisse is giving Ink a run for his money. It’ll do him good. Cheyenne, pleasure meeting you even if you did break my heart. I’m sure we’ll get a chance to talk later. Right now, I’m going to go find myself a beer. Later, darlin’,”
he said before he gave Reaper a salute and walked over to the bar.
I shook my head in amazement then I looked at Reaper. He was grinning. “I saw his colors said his name is Agony and he’s a president. Which club is his? I missed the back of it.”
“He’s the president of the Pagan Souls out of Cherokee, North Carolina. He’s the biggest flirt I’ve ever met. Likes to try and convince the old ladies they should give him a chance. He started it with Terror’s woman, Harlow, and he’s been at it ever since. One of these days, I hope some woman puts him on his ass.”
“That could be fun to watch. Is there anything else you need me to check on, baby?”
I asked him as I put my arm around his waist. He pulled me closer and hugged me as he kissed me gently.
“No, thank you, baby. All the guys are here that are coming. I want to take you around and introduce you to them. All of them didn’t come since it would have left their compounds vulnerable, but a good chunk did. I’m not sure how long they’ll be here. I’m hoping not for too long. Come on.”
He took me over to the group closest to us. For the next hour, he took me around to the various groups to introduce me to the men from the different clubs. My head was whirling by the time he was done. Thank goodness they all wore colors with their names on them. There was no way I’d ever be able to keep them all straight, at least not until I got to know them better. I was about to excuse myself to go check on the kitchen when Alisse came back. She looked flushed and her hair was a little messy. Ink was right behind her looking smug. His eyes stayed on her.
She hurried straight over to me. “Sorry, what can I do?”
I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Did he kiss and make it all better?”
She gasped then smacked me on the arm. I laughed. She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t deny it. “I’m good. Just going to check on the stuff we had in the oven and then we should be good until it’s time to eat. I think you should let Ink take you around and introduce you to the guys. Reaper already did it with me while you were gone.”
Ink closed in on us and took her hand. “That’s a good idea. Come with me and I’ll be sure they know who you are.”
She gave me a bewildered look. I gently pushed her to go with him. He was wearing her down fast. I knew from our talk, she wasn’t immune to him. She just had a past experience with him that was coloring her view of him now. I’d told her that she needed to give him a chance to prove her wrong, just like she’d told me to let Reaper prove he was really interested in me.
After checking on the ribs I had cooking in the oven, I rejoined Reaper. He was with a bunch of the guys outside. Alisse and Ink were with him. I slid in beside him. He tucked me under his arm. They were talking about the club’s businesses. I’d been surprised to learn recently that the club owned not only the microbrewery in town, but the tattoo shop, a huge car wash, a home restoration business, storage facility, and a strip club. I hadn’t been thrilled to hear about the strip club, but Reaper had reassured me it was all legit. There was no backroom prostitution, and they didn’t let anyone touch the women. On top of that, they wanted to buy the Deuce in town.
It was quite the departure from what I was used to a club doing to make money. It had surprised me to find out how truly different MCs could be. As I listened, I heard the others talking about having similar businesses as well as a lot more I hadn’t ever thought of. In Hunters Creek they owned a bakery and in Dublin Falls a spa! It made me want to go and visit them. I said as much to Reaper. He promised as soon as we took care of Serpent, we’d go visit.
We had a great barbeque of chicken and ribs with all the sides. Some Alisse and I had insisted we could make them. We weren’t working and had time to kill. The rest came from Annie’s restaurant. After the guys had consumed more food than I thought was humanly possible, we sat outside as the sun went down.
Alisse and I were talking. Reaper told me he’d be back in a minute. She was talking about us going out to practice shooting. The club had lots of space and woods where we could practice. I was eager to do more shooting. It had been a long time. Though I’d always been around them, no one had ever shown me how to use one until my aunt did. It sounded like Alisse had been around them and shooting for a long time.
When Reaper came back outside, he suggested we all move inside for a while. I got up to follow him inside. We’d barely cleared the doorway when I noticed the stage had guitars set up. I gasped and looked at him. He was smiling. I loved to listen to them play and sing. I wondered if any of the other guys sang or played an instrument. He took me to a table set in front of the stage like last time. Alisse and I sat down. The men all crowded around and took seats at the bar, the other tables and even the couches. Reaper, Ratchet, Spawn, and Ink got up on the stage. I waited for them to start playing, only they didn’t. Reaper gave a loud, long whistle. The room got quiet.
“Quiet your asses down. I need to fucking play for my woman.”
They all laughed and threw insults out at him. He flipped them off, which had me laughing. He sat down and started to strum his guitar. After a few strains, I recognized the song, then he and Ink started to sing. It was “What’s Mine is Yours”
by Kane Brown. I listened to him sing those words. They were like he was saying them straight to my heart. When they were done, I wanted to cry.
Abruptly, he stopped playing and got off the stage. I looked at him in shock. He came over to me and took my hand. “I know I should have given this to you already, but it took a while to get it. I’d love it if you’d wear this, Cheyenne.”
He handed me a bag from under the table. I hadn’t even noticed it under there. I opened it then jumped up to hug him.
It was a property rag with Property of Reaper on the back and my very own road name, Banshee, on the front. The guys all whistled and clapped. Alisse was grinning at me as I slipped it on. I gave him a hug. After admiring it, things settled down. I sat back down and waited for him to play and sing more, only he didn’t get back up on the stage. He was staring at me. I gave him a questioning look.
He dropped down by my chair. He took my hand in his and he gazed deep in my eyes. “This is something else I told you I wanted. It’s been long enough, Bright Eyes.”
He shifted and put one knee down on the ground. “I hope you really listened to that song because I meant every word of it. What’s mine is yours and I want it to be that way for the rest of our lives. You told me you’d be my wife and the mother of my children. Well, I’m here to collect. Marry me.”
He kissed my hand and then I felt him slide something on my finger. I looked down to see he’d put a diamond ring on my finger, on my left ring finger.
I raised my eyes to his, too stunned to say anything. Yeah, we’d talked about it, but I hadn’t thought he meant this soon. He was watching me and waiting. I realized he was waiting for me to agree. I looked at the gorgeous marquise diamond he put on my finger. I nodded and whispered to him, “I’ll marry you as soon as you want.”
He lifted me up and swung me around before he laid a heated kiss on me. We kissed as the guys all cheered and stomped as they congratulated us. It took a few minutes for us to finish. When we were done, he kissed my finger over the top of my ring and then helped me sit back down. The next hour or so went by in a blur as they played and sang more songs. Some were country ones but others were ones by Five Finger Death Punch. They played “Bad Company”
and “House of the Rising Sun”
to deafening cheers, as well as Metallica and some Godsmack songs. It was a crazy mix of music.
When they finally took a break, I ran over and jumped in his arms. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He kissed me like he was starving. His hands gripped my ass as I bit his bottom lip. The catcalls had him laughing when they finally registered. I blushed. I’d never acted like that in my life. I went to unwrap my legs and arms, but he stopped me. “Don’t. They’re just jealous. Come with me.”
He held me and walked out of the clubhouse.
“Holden, what are you doing? We can’t leave them there. It’s your party and your guests,”
I protested.
“My brothers can keep them entertained. There’s plenty of alcohol and the bunnies will be here soon. They’ll likely have a couple of friends with them. I don’t need to be there for that. What I do need is to be inside my fiancée. To make love to her as she wears my ring and my colors. To make sure, if I haven’t already done it, that I plant my baby deep inside of her.”
His passionate words and the look in his eyes had me getting wet and my nipples hardening even more. He walked up the steps and into the house. He didn’t stop until he had me in our room. He lowered me down on the bed and laid over top of me. His lips were skimming down my neck and across the tops of my breasts, which were peeking out of the top of my shirt.
“Then do it. Fill me and make sure I have your baby, Holden,”
I whispered back to him. He growled and pressed down on me. I could feel his hard cock pushing against the zipper of his jeans. He slid off my colors and laid it beside me on the bed. Then he reached up between us and grabbed the neck of my top. The rending of material filled the room as he ripped it down the middle. I gasped. He tore it again and flung it to the floor.
I lay there stunned as he tugged off my bra next. He was wild, like he couldn’t stop. In between tearing off my clothes, he was kissing and sucking on my skin. His mouth devoured my breasts as he tugged on my nipples. I was writhing on the bed. My temperature was soaring out of control. His big hands worked my jeans loose and down. He stopped long enough to tug off my boots and throw them across the room, then he had my jeans and panties off.
He growled and shrugged off his colors and shirt, then he undid his belt and jeans. He shoved them down under his cock. He was hard and dark red. He yanked my ass to the edge of the bed and pushed my legs wide. He paused for a second to look in my eyes then he slammed into me. I screamed as he rammed his big cock inside of me. It hurt but in a good way.
He pulled back and plunged inside again. Over and over, he hammered in and out of me. I came within a minute and he didn’t even slow down. He kept going. He was panting and swearing as he pounded my pussy. I sobbed and tried to hold on to the comforter. He slapped my ass, and I tensed as I felt the tension rising again.
“Again,”
he demanded. His thumb pressed down on my clit. I came again. As I did, he groaned and then I felt his cum fill me as he shouted. I floated on a sea of pleasure as he fucked me without stopping. When I finally came back to my senses, he was still stroking in and out. His cock felt as hard as it had before he came. I gasped as I saw his face. He looked like he was possessed. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and flipped me over.
“Up on your knees,”
he rasped. I rose on my shaky arms and knees. I heard him rustle something but before I could look back and see what he was doing, he was back against me. His cock was rubbing up and down my ass and folds. He bent over me and bit down on my shoulder. I cried out.
“I need it, baby. I need it now.”
He was panting and his fingers were twisting my nipples and then my clit. I was starting to ramp up for another orgasm. This one might just kill me.
“What do you need, Holden?”
I sobbed. I’d give him anything if he’d let me come again.
“In this ass. I need to fuck your ass. Now. Let me have it.”
His voice sounded guttural. I looked back at him in shock. He’d played with my ass but we’d never gotten close to this. His eyes were so damn dark, I could barely see the pupils. As I looked at him, I knew I’d give him anything he needed or wanted, even if it killed me.
“Take it, it’s yours,”
I told him. He moaned. I heard the click of a lid and he was squirting lube on his cock and his finger. He worked it into my ass, only it wasn’t as slow as the last few times. I could tell he was desperate. As soon as he felt it was enough, he pulled his finger out and then pushed the head of his cock against my opening. I tried not to tense, but it was impossible.
The next several minutes became a haze. It hurt, it burned, but it also felt oddly good in between. He worked himself inside of me. When he finally was buried all the way inside, I thought I’d pass out. The sensation of the fullness and the burning, with the pleasure teasing around the edges, was mind-blowing. That is until he pulled out and then pushed back inside. I shrieked and grabbed the sheet.
His hands bit into my hips and then he let loose little by little until the pain was replaced by pleasure. He started to pound my ass. I sobbed, pleaded, and swore as he fucked my ass raw. It hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure coursing through me. I couldn’t catch my breath. As he hammered in and out, he started to hiss and chant, “Mine. Mine.”
He reached around and pinched down on my right nipple as he pinched my clit. I screamed and fell over the edge. I bit the pillow as I came. I came hard and long, as the wetness gushed out of me. He shouted and then slammed deep, holding himself there as he came. He jerked as he filled my ass. I couldn’t breathe or think. The pleasure was too much. As he stopped coming and started to ease out of me, I lost the battle and fell into darkness.
***
Reaper:
I broke through the fog in my head as Cheyenne collapsed underneath me. I pulled out and ran my hand up her back. “Baby, are you alright?”
She didn’t say anything. I froze. “Baby? Baby, are you alright?”
Still nothing. I quickly turned her over. Her eyes were closed. I grabbed her up in my arms and looked around in a panic. She was unconscious. Jesus Christ! What had I done?
I stumbled to sit down on the bed and hold her in my arms. I almost fell on my ass with my pants down around my fucking knees. God, I’d been an animal and had taken her like one. I heard what sounded like a wounded beast moan. It was me. I ran my hands all over her face and kissed her eyelids frantically. “Cheyenne, please, babe, open your eyes. Please,”
I begged. I was just about to find my phone and call for help when her eyes fluttered then she opened them. Her gaze was hazy, and she looked confused.
“Oh God, Cheyenne, I’m sorry, babe. Forgive me,”
I pleaded. I was about to cry like a baby. I’d hurt her so badly she’d passed the fuck out. How would she ever forgive me? I’d never lost it with anyone like that. It was like I couldn’t get enough of her. She shifted and winced. I moaned.
I laid her gently beside me on the bed and tore off my boots and pants. Then I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. I turned on the water in the tub. I cradled her close to my chest. I didn’t realize I was silently sobbing until she touched my face. “Holden, what’s wrong?”
“I never meant to hurt you. God, I don’t know what happened. I swear to God, I’ll never let it happen again. Forgive me. Don’t leave me, Bright Eyes,”
I pleaded with her. The thought that she’d leave me over this had me struggling to breathe. Horror filled me. She frowned up at me.
“What are you talking about? You didn’t hurt me.”
I stepped into the tub and sank into the rapidly filling tub of hot water. I needed to have her soak then see how badly she was hurt. Maybe I should take her to the hospital first. I went to stand up. She struggled to sit up in my arms.
“Stop, where are you going?”
“I need to take you to the hospital,”
I told her. She struggled harder. I held on to her.
“Why would you need to take me to the hospital?”
“Because I lost control, and I fucking hurt you so badly, you fainted!”
I shouted. She looked at me stunned, then she started to laugh. I blinked.
“Yeah, you lost control, and I fainted, but it wasn’t because you hurt me. Though I am a little sore. I fainted because it felt so damn good, my brain seized or something! Holden, you just fulfilled every woman’s dream.”
“What the fuck is that?”
I asked her incredulously.
“You fucked me until I passed out. Talk about beyond sublime. I’m still floating, or I was until you lost your mind.”
She laughed. I hung my head and touched my forehead to hers. The relief I felt was so much, I felt like I could faint.
“Jesus Christ, I thought I’d hurt you, baby,”
I whispered. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth down to her lips. She kissed me. Her tongue slipped between my lips and teased mine. I kissed her back, getting caught in the taste of her. When she pulled away, she smiled.
“It burned and hurt but that was nothing compared to the intense pleasure. You didn’t hurt me and you can do that any time you feel like it. In fact, I have to insist you do. My ass might be sore, but it was worth it.”
She cuddled up to me. I held her and let my heart settle. I kissed her over and over. When I’d regained my mind, I gently washed her.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to do that. I meant for us to work up to that.”
I’d never been that desperate to be inside a woman, and never like that when it came to anal sex. She sat up and turned around until she was straddling me. Her hands came down between us and she ran her soapy hands up and down my cock. Her hands on me had me starting to harden again. I grabbed her hands.
“Stop, before I get crazy again,”
I warned her. She smirked and didn’t stop. She pumped up and down.
“Good, I want you to be crazy. I need you inside of me again, Holden,”
she whispered. Her hands had me hard and ready to go in seconds. I looked at her. I could tell she was serious and her hands kept working my cock. I groaned and closed my eyes. Then I opened them and lifted her. She sat up and then sank down on me. I groaned as I filled her pussy. She moaned and clenched her muscles around me. She was the one to go crazy. She rode me until I was swearing and seeing stars. Only then did she come and take me with her. I shouted out her name as I filled her with my seed. I sank into a stupor as we came down. God, I had no idea what being in love would be like. I thanked God I’d found her.