Chapter 41
CHAPTER
FORTY-ONE
WES
After we got inked at Trash, we all went to Pete’s where the club was waiting for us, and we partied until closing.
This morning we woke up late, twisted around each other in our bed, and after I made us coffee, we began to unpack Lindy’s stuff and make the apartment our home. We took our time arranging and organizing, and of course, fooling around a hell of a lot in between.
Lindy had an amazing framed photograph of her mom driving the Challenger with Pick holding toddler Lindy in his arms. We hung it on the wall of the living room where the new dining table was, and next to it, I hung the photo I’d taken from my mom’s house of me and my parents at the Colorado chapter.
“I like these pics together,” she murmured. “We’re kind of around the same age, aren’t we?”
“I think so. I love that.”
“I can’t wait to add more photos to this wall.”
I kissed her.
After we finished a pizza we’d ordered for dinner, I applied gel to our new ring tattoos. My name on her flesh—that did something to me. Something profound and something erotic. It untwisted old sediment and lodged a burning ember deep inside me. I laid a soft kiss on the top of her hand. “Babe?”
“Mmm?”
“When do you want to get married? We haven’t talked about it yet.”
“What are you thinking?”
I fastened the top on the gel tube and tossed it on the table by the sofa. “If you want to wait, that’s cool with me. We just moved in together, and we need to get used to?—”
“Do you need to get used to anything?”
“No.” I grinned. “Do you?”
“One thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Having lots of sex with you all the time. I love everything about it and I don’t want it to stop. And I don’t want to get used to it or take it for granted. Ever.”
Laughing, I kissed her. “I want to give you the wedding you’ve always dreamed of. That might take time to plan, not that I know anything about that kind of thing. But, come on, don’t tell me you don’t have ideas of what you want for your wedding day.”
She pushed the hair back from my eyes. “Wes, my dream is to be with you, and I know that whatever we come up with for a wedding will be perfect for us in every way. I don’t need limos or some fancy venue with a three-course meal. I don’t care about flower arrangements or a rehearsal dinner. I’m not hung up on that stuff. I’m hung up on you .” She brushed her lips against mine. “First and foremost, I don’t want to wait.”
“Good. Me neither.” I threw my arm around her, and we sank back on the sofa. “The essential for our wedding is this: we’re going to need a big outdoor space because both the Jacks and the Flames are going to be there.”
“The Flames property is big, but…”
“But what?”
Her lips twisted. “It’s just so damned …industrial.”
“You mean fucking ugly?”
“Very fucking ugly.” She burst out into laughter.
I stroked her bare middle under her t-shirt. “The Jacks clubhouse property is beautiful.”
“It sure is.”
“And it has the space and—huge plus—privacy.”
“Would it be hard for you there?”
“I think it’d be perfect. And you know what else would be perfect? Pretty soon that back area surrounded by the woods is going to be on fire with autumn leaves.”
Lindy’s fingernails dug into my arm. “That sounds amazing. Let’s do it.”
“You know what this means, don’t you?”
“Alicia.”
Grabbing my phone, I put in a call to my mother and told her what we wanted to do. A loud “Oh my God!” and whoops filled the line, and Lindy fell back on the sofa laughing. I put my phone on speaker so the three of us could talk.
“Alicia, can you come over tomorrow for lunch, and you and I can sit down and go over everything?” said Lindy.
Grinning, I squeezed Lindy’s knee. There was something to be said for the two most important women in my life getting along and working together.
“Is twelve-thirty okay?”
“Perfect! See you then.”
“Bye, Mom.” I clicked off the call. “You don’t know how happy you made her.”
“It makes me happy too, baby. I love Alicia, and I want your mother to be a part of this. Plus, she’s the only woman for this job. Now call the club and get their official approval so we can get this ball rolling.”
I rang up Kicker, the Jacks prez, and asked him if Lindy and I could get married on the property.
“Wes, it’d be an honor, son. A real honor.”
We discussed which dates would be convenient for the club, and we settled on a Friday night six weeks from today.
I got off the call and quickly scrolled through my calendar, which I hadn’t checked in a while. “Lind? Do you want to call your dad now? Or Lenore?” There was no reply, and I lifted my gaze and did a double take. Lindy was sitting on the kitchen counter. Naked.
My heart stalled and shot forward in a gallop like a runaway mustang. “Baby?”
“Right now I would like my husband-to-be to fuck me.”
More glorious words had never been spoken to me before. I tossed the phone. “Lie down.”
Grinning, she pushed away the napkins and the empty pizza box and they fell to the floor. She laid back on the counter, her knees up, and I spread her legs. I took a lick of her ankle gently, a wet whisper, and she let out a sigh, her luscious body relaxing.
I wanted more of those fucking sighs. Sighs of longing, aching, anticipation. All for me.
My tongue lashed up her calf to her thigh and I bit her skin. “I got to get that vine tattoo done on your leg right there. Get a wedding dress with a long slit, because I want to see my ink on this gorgeous leg when you walk down the aisle. Plus a slit should make fucking you in that white dress real easy and real hot.”
“Oh God…”
“And what’s that tattoo going to say, baby?”
Her head shot up from the counter. “Hell Yes!”
My tongue dove into her pussy for one long, slow stroke, drawing out a raw moan from Lindy. I pulled back as her body twisted with hunger on the counter.
“Don’t stop…”
“Don’t move.” I opened the freezer and got out the strawberry ice cream we had planned on eating later.
Her eyes widened. “Wes…” she bit her lip.
I ripped open the carton, grabbed a spoon, scooped out a spoonful of the pink ice cream, and dropped it on her lower belly, which trembled under my icy assault. I brought it to her mound and swirled it down around her.
Her body jumped, and her hips twisted. “Wes!” she hissed.
My fingers swirled through the ice cream, through Lindy. “All this silky, melty pink…this fucking beautiful creamy cunt just for me…”
Her head knocked back. “Fuck, Wes. Fuck…”
I bit her knee. “Baby, first I eat you, then I fuck you.”
My mouth sank over the cold and sweet velvety ice cream melting down between her legs. Her pelvis raised and rolled impatiently. Gripping her ass cheeks in my hands I suckled and kissed, and nipped and sucked, pulling her plump clit in my mouth. My ice cream-covered fingers went to a breast and squeezed a hard nipple, kneading her tits.
Her hips bucked against me and she screamed as the orgasm shot through her, my cock throbbing in my shorts. Lifting her off the counter and turning her around, I steadied a wobbly Lindy facing the counter. “Hang on tight…”
I ripped off my shorts and spread her legs as she gripped the counter. Grabbing a condom from the kitchen drawer, I ripped it open with my teeth, and the sound of the packet ripping along with my grunt had Lindy moaning.
Fitting on the rubber, I snapped the elastic on the base of my dick on purpose, and she let out a gasp. My hands skimmed down the smooth damp skin of her back to the lush curve of her ass, and her body trembled under my soothing strokes. I smacked her ass cheek and she let out a gasp, her body jerking. The red flush on her skin had my balls tightening. Crouching down, I licked at her ass and nipped a sensual curve, a bruising kiss that elicited a raw moan as her legs stiffened, her toes lifting. I stroked the length of my shaft from her puckered hole down to her juicy slit. Nudging, teasing.
“You need me, baby?”
“Wes!”
Gripping her hips and tilting them, my every muscle on fire, I buried myself inside her in one thrust and pounded. Lindy swelled and tightened around me, everything tightened. She cried out at my every thrust, her body quaking in my grip. The sound of our flesh slapping together was a heady rush that fed my strawberry-swirled lust.
A raw grunt fell from my lips as my senses exploded. Buried deep, my cock jerked inside her as she tightened and pulsated all around me, her sharp cries filling every crevasse in my soul.
A silky dream, a carnal feast. The beginning of us.