21. Chapter 20
Clark – Three Days Later
I gasp as I throw my head back against the pillow and arch my back as Miles runs his tongue around my clit then sucks the little bundle of nerves into his mouth.
Pleasure shoots through me as my stomach tightens, and I try to squeeze my thighs together, but his grip keeps them open, his strong fingers digging in.
“Give it to me, buttercup,” he rasps, his voice full of sleep, “You woke me up playing with my dick, now give me my sweet nectar.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth harder as he thrusts two fingers into my soaked entrance. I quickly grab the pillow beside me and put it over my head as I moan loudly hoping not to wake our daughter.
Okay, so I may have woken up a little horny this morning, but I can’t say I’m not disappointed with the outcome. Though my plan was to put my mouth on him and taste him, it seems Miles had other ideas, and I like his ideas.
My orgasm hits me quickly as he bends his fingers slightly, hitting my g-spot.
I scream into the pillow and try to squeeze my legs together again, failing once more because he’s holding onto my left thigh.
My stomach tightens as my clit pulses. Miles groans as he quickly removes his fingers and covers my whole mound with his mouth and sucks hard, adding to my pleasure as aftershocks run through me.
Absolute bliss fills me, my legs shaking as he licks me a few more times, ensuring he’s got all my juices, not missing a drop. He climbs up my body, removes the pillow from my head, then gives me exactly what I wanted when I woke up this morning.
Miles straddles my chest, then places his purple head at my lips and rasps, “Open for me, baby,” and I do.
I open my mouth and lick the tip, moaning as the precum hits my senses before I gently suck the head into my mouth, not able to deep throat him with how far up my chest he’s straddling me.
Groaning, he grips the headboard and looks at me, his eyes half lidded, lust etching his features that turns me on even more. I rub my legs together with more need and
suck the head even harder before I roll my tongue around it, and he breathes, “You ready, buttercup?”
I moan my answer, and he grins as he leans up and then moves his hips forward, pushing his cock down my throat.
I gag a little, and he lets up a bit before he pushes down again. This time, I swallow before he begins to thrust. Squeezing my legs tightly, my need for him doubles as he uses my mouth.
Miles groans and grunts as he cups my jaw while keeping hold of the headboard.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he thrusts faster, and I can’t stop myself.
I grab his thigh with my left hand and bring my right to between my legs, pressing two fingers on my clit, and I rub hard and fast, making my eyes rollback with pleasure.
“I’m going to come, baby, and I want you to hold it in your mouth,” he breathes, and I moan again in confirmation just as his hips pick up speed, the head going down my throat, making it hard to breathe, but I relish it.
My stomach tightens again before I feel wetness spread between my thighs, and I moan loudly, causing Miles to groan at the vibration and pull out of my mouth a little, only leaving the tip in, and he comes.
“Hold it in, Clark,” he groans as he gently thrusts, and even though it isn’t easy, I keep his cum in my mouth, and he quickly moves between my thighs, giving me that reprieve on my chest. I can breathe easier as he grips my hair before pulling my head back, and he rasps, “Show me,” and I do.
I open my mouth, showing him his cum inside, and he moans before he presses his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue inside my mouth, tasting his release, which is so goddamn hot.
Dirty, but hot…
I moan and wrap my legs around his waist just as he thrusts his semi hard cock into my wet heat and he moans, “Swallow it, buttercup,” against my lips and I do as instructed before he shoves his tongue into my mouth again then moves his hips, helping himself get rock hard again.
He is ready to go again and again which sends excitement through me.
Sex with Miles, it never gets old, and somehow I don’t think it ever will.
***
I slowly drink my latte as I watch Willow run around the club's yard with my dad, who has the biggest grin on his face while she giggles. Heck, even Mom is looking at them with a smile, tears shining in her eyes.
I sigh and look down for a moment.
We’ve been at family day for about an hour, and every person here has tried to grab my daughter's attention, but it was my dad who won out in the end. I know what I have to do, I just don’t like it because he lost my trust, they all did.
“You’re going to let Dad watch her, aren’t you?” my big brother confirms as he takes a seat next to me on the bench table, placing his feet on the seat, and I hum as I set my mug next to me.
The man lasted longer than I thought he would, so I guess I owe Miles, who claimed Crash would give me my space for over half an hour, another session like this morning. I mean it is kind of a win for me too because this morning was hot.
“I am,” I admit verbally, and Crash sighs in relief. I look back at my daughter only to find her in Blaze’s dad, Killer’s, arms as she squishes his cheeks together with a big grin.
Her hair is in a low bun, and she’s still in her leotard and tutu because, apparently, she just had to do a show for all the brothers. Drew helped her with it as soon as we got here, and she’s done nothing but smile since.
They love her, and that does something to me that makes it difficult to stay mad.
“Where’s Belle?” I ask my brother, wondering more why he hasn’t brought her around as his girl yet after the other day, and he sighs.
“She’s working a lot at the moment, especially nights, so I haven’t seen her much. That and apparently her mom's back is acting up again, so she’s trying to be there for her despite ignoring her daughter growing up,” he says, and I nod.
I haven’t seen much of my friend lately, and the messages are few in between. The only one I received this week was her explanation that she has to cancel our weekend date.
I’m worried about her, but if her mom is acting up again, well, it would explain her silence, I guess.
“When did you last see her?” I ask, keeping my eyes on my daughter.
“Probably when she snapped at the hospital at Trick,” he admits, “I’ve been fucking busy at the diner, so I’ve only just managed to text her a few times.”
I chew my bottom lip. They’ve been together since he was eighteen, he took her virginity when she turned eighteen, and she’s the only girl he’s ever been with, yet he hasn’t given her his cut. I can’t help but wonder if that is the reason why she’s been off.
“Do you love her?” I can’t help but ask, and Crash chuckles a little.
“I do,” he admits. “Why do you ask?”
I look at my brother, someone I used to look up to, and I ask, “Then why haven’t you given her your cut?”
He smiles, not offended by my question, and he admits, “Because I don’t think I’m in love with her just yet.”
I tilt my head. I ask, “So you can see yourself without her in your life?”
He thinks for a moment before he admits, “I can, but I think that is partly because we’ve gone so long keeping us under the radar that I’ve had to build my life around that.
I do love her, Clark, and being in love where I can’t see my life without her I think will come.
When I finally propose, which I will do as soon as the diner calms down, Mom calms her shit and Belle finally wants to come to days like this and her shifts at work lessen.
When we do marry, things will probably go really quickly.
I’ll tattoo her name and give her a property patch, and we’ll start a family, and maybe then the in part will come. ”
“So, you haven’t ordered her a cut yet?” I confirm without judgment because his words kind of make sense, he’s not fully invested in them despite being together for so long. She’s still dragging her feet to be around Mom, which I thought was because of him but I’m now seeing is because of her.
“Not yet, just like I haven’t bought a ring yet.
I’m waiting for Belle to accept the club before I make those big steps but again, I will make them, like you said, I’ve been with her since I was eighteen,” he says and I nod as I look back at my daughter and I suck in a breath.
I see her handing a daisy to my mom who has melted on the spot, a soft smile on her face.
“Fuck, I never thought I’d see that day,” Crash murmurs, seeing what I’m seeing, and I hum in agreement.
I want to speak more about Belle, because a part of me thinks maybe he’s only with her now because they’ve been together for so long, he feels obligated. I know we’re not at that stage for me to question him and when we are, I won’t hold any judgement.
There’s a lot I’m beginning to realize that I don’t know about their relationship, I’m only hearing her side of things which as I now see, are not all true.
“I’m sorry,” I say, and I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t look his way.
I keep my eye on my child, now hugging my mom.
“When everything happened, I didn’t allow myself to believe my feelings for Miles, so when you stood by him with the marriage, when you tapped our phones, I struggled with the betrayal instead of seeing that Miles wanted me. ”
“I didn’t tap her phone, Clark,” Crash instantly says, and I look at him with a frown.
He sighs, “Belle told me about you running away, it’s how I knew.
She wanted me to go against Trick and allow you to leave, she wanted me to turn traitor against the club.
It’s why I didn’t speak to her for a fucking month.
I was pissed at her because she knows what the club means to me and when she went away for the year, I was relieved because I was so pissed at her. ”
“Well, damn,” I whisper, and he huffs.
“You don’t need to apologize, Clark, as far as I’m concerned, you were hurting, and you were allowed to hurt. It’s only these past four weeks that you’ve allowed yourself to realize the love you and Trick hold for each other,” he says softly, and I furrow my brows.
“Has it only been four weeks? It feels longer,” I murmur, and he laughs softly as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and I lean into him, whispering, “I missed you, big brother,” and I feel him kiss my head.
“I missed you, too, little sister,” he replies just as a throat clears before us, and I lock eyes with my mother's sad hazel ones.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just wanted to say I’m so, so sorry.
I have no words to explain my actions. I was pushing you to do things because I felt you growing up too quickly.
Then that night happened and I felt like I lost my daughter and latched onto someone else’s who wanted me.
Granted, not for the right reasons but I didn’t care and I just wanted to say I’m sorry.
I hope one day you’ll forgive me and allow me into that precious little girl’s life because she, my darling daughter, is absolutely amazing. ”
I swallow hard as she walks away, and Crash mutters, “Fucking hell, didn’t see that one coming either.”
“Nope,” I reply.
We watch as she goes back to Willow and picks her up, making my dad scowl. He follows as she walks over to the BBQ, where my husband is now talking with his dad.
“I can’t live without Miles,” I admit, and Crash sighs, “And this is why I don’t feel guilty about not backing you with the marriage, I just feel bad you didn’t get your big white wedding,” and I smile slightly because well I guess I can now.
“What do I do now?” I ask Crash as I lock eyes with my husband, who smiles widely at me.
“You give the brothers family days to start off with, maybe come to the club when we have church and let them all show you that you can trust them. That you can trust me and then let me have niece time because Mom is right, the girl is amazing, you’ve done a good job.”
I smile at that just as Miles says something to his dad, who looks my way, then nods. Crash kisses my head and mutters, “I missed you, sis,” before he gets up, and my husband takes his place, instantly wrapping his arm around my waist, and I look up at him, our eyes connecting.
“You ready to fight for us, buttercup, and allow the brothers to show you that they can be trusted?” Miles asks, and I smile softly.
They have done a lot today to show me they have my back. No club bunny is in sight, and Nova isn’t here. They’ve ensured they've cooked the foods Willow likes and showed enthusiasm when she gave them their personal show.
They’re trying, and I guess I can try in return.
“Yes,” I admit without hesitation, and Miles grins before he presses his lips against mine. I melt into him just as cheers echo around us, before I feel little arms wrap around our legs.
Miles breaks the kiss and lifts Willow so she’s on his knee, then he kisses me again. I smile into it, suddenly extremely happy that this man forced a marriage on me.