ZODIAC
The sight of Elle in a bikini left me grumpy from my aching erection. She refused to get dressed and instead played with Sutter for another twenty minutes.
Nova was a little quicker to get her ass dressed. She had showered and gotten her girls cleaned up by the time Elle finally moseyed out of the pool.
After setting up the guys in the driveway with beers, I explained that if they saw Elle Reed nearly naked that I would be forced to tear out their eyes.
“It might seem excessive, but I’m a man who follows his instincts,” I said, making them chuckle. “Eye removal feels like the right move.”
Elle finally appeared in running shorts and a loose blue T-shirt. Her hair was damp, and I was dying to run my fingers through the soft strands. Though the guys knew she was important to me, I remained wary of showing her too much affection in front of them.
Stamp and his old lady Alabama rolled up the street on his ride.
His sons, Boz and Zig tailed them. Sporting a bald head, Stamp was halfway through his sixties.
He had been cracking skulls since before I was born.
Though he had been tight with Wrecker, he also saw my vision. Stamp didn’t suffer from regrets.
He also owned his feelings for his brassy brunette wife and their sons. Stamp never minded showing weakness when it came to his family. Ford and Pax Reed were the same way. Was I weaker than them by hiding how I felt for Elle?
My ego demanded I wrap an arm around Elle and announce, “We’re having a boy.”
While the guys acted as if they had no idea how to respond, Alabama nudged Stamp and said, “You owe me fifty dollars.”
Her husband shrugged. “That felt like an easy bet to win. I guess I overestimated Zodiac.”
“Underestimated, baby,” Alabama cooed. “You forgot how men buckle when they meet the right woman.”
“Whoa, whoa,” Elle said. “Zodiac hasn’t given me his balls or anything. We just made what is bound to be a super handsome son.”
“It’s still early, doll,” Alabama told Elle.
“Thanks for your optimism and support, but I’m a fox, not a doll.”
“I don’t know what’s happening here,” Alabama told Stamp.
York explained from his spot in a folding chair nearby, “It’s what the Crimson Guard calls their women members.”
“Oh, Zodiac knocked up one of those girl bikers?” Alabama asked Stamp.
“Seems like he did.”
Elle declared, “We’re naming the baby Wilbur Megatron.”
Elle said the words with such conviction that none of my guys had the balls to laugh. Alabama’s blue eyes got wide, and I felt her considering whether to complain. She was the oldest of the club’s few old ladies, meaning she rarely suffered in silence.
Yet, she didn’t know Elle and wasn’t sure what to think of the Crimson Guard riding with women. Making the smart choice, she didn’t challenge Elle’s dumb name announcement.
“The name is a work in progress,” I told them, having not brought up my baby name idea to Elle yet. “Though the Megatron part is likely sticking.”
Elle frowned up at me before suddenly looking over the dozen guys and Alabama. She offered them an overly friendly smile.
“Welcome to my cousin’s house. Since I wasn’t paying attention when I met most of you, let’s act like this is the first time we’re meeting,” she said and walked over to Ojai. “What’s your name, fella?”
Elle was likely kidding about not remembering Ojai and York, but I doubted she actually knew the names of the rest of my guys. I appreciated the fact that she cared enough to make a show of meeting them.
Lula appeared after I finished the introductions and looked a little out of sorts. I assumed Exile fucked her senseless, and she would need more time to get her head back on straight.
I wished I could get Elle alone somewhere for a quick taste. That bikini she wore earlier had my dick throbbing long after we began grilling and Sutter joined the backyard party.
Wrapping herself around me, Elle admired her son making small talk with Alabama and Lula nearby.
“He knows I’m shacking up with you tonight,” Elle said and lifted her gaze.
“Wear the bikini,” I murmured and again wondered if we could find a quiet spot.
“Yes, to the bikini idea. But no, to us having fun here. I can’t risk Sutter’s genius brain shattering from the sight of me riding your dick.”
“We could lock the door,” I grumbled, wondering where her problem-solving skills had gone.
Elle focused her gray eyes on me and shook her head. “I need you extra hard for what I have planned for later.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to give you a blowjob, but I don’t want it to take a long time. Vanessa said guys come faster if they’ve suffered from an erection for a while.”
“Vanessa said that, huh?”
“Yeah, and Rowdy and Rock agreed. I asked like a dozen people, and they all thought making you suffer was a solid plan. So, keep your dick in your pants until I can suck on it.”
“But my dick will be sweaty from a long day of riding and pressing against my jeans. It might taste weird.”
Elle gasped and stepped away. “Can’t you wash it off first?”
“Not without jizzing. You’re making me wait for a really long time after getting my dick hard with your bikini.”
Elle sighed dramatically and looked ready to cry. “Sex is too complicated. Just do it yourself.”
“Sure, I’ll be in charge. Now, let’s find a room.”
Elle sauntered over to Nova and Lula. Whatever she told the women inspired them to turn toward me and shake their heads.
I soon followed Elle into the house. We skipped the guest room she was sharing with Sutter and found ourselves in a laundry room.
“There’s no lock on the door,” I pointed out as she dropped her shorts and panties on the ground.
“Push the shelf in front of the door, lover, and get your ass over here. I’m on the clock.”
I tugged a supply shelf in front of the door and smiled at Elle with her feet up on the dryer. Her wet, pink pussy spread out before me was a magnificent sight.
My lips found hers, sucking at her tongue as my fingers caressed her clit. Elle reached down to unbutton my jeans. Removing her hands, I didn’t trust she wouldn’t get the damn thing stuck in the zipper.
“You’re too horny to be in charge,” I said, freeing her lips and removing my cock from its prison. “Oh, God, it’s been hard since I saw you in that fucking bikini.”
“Poor son of a bitch. You should wear baggier jeans,” Elle said as her finger stroked the tip.
I pressed my cock against her folds, finding her wet and ready. Elle cupped my jaw and stared into my eyes. Her gaze was soft and needy. I felt her remembering the distance between us over the last few days.
I nearly reminded Elle to stay smart about what our relationship could be. Except she had been quick to correct Alabama, who was ready for us to make wedding plans. Elle knew exactly what this was between us, so I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the affection I saw in her eyes.
As I entered her body, we exhaled together. My hands cupped her covered tits while she sucked at my throat. I thrusted slow and deep, taking my time to find relief. Elle moaned my name when one of my hands slid between us and caressed her clit.
She pressed her face against my chest as she orgasmed. I felt her wanting to hide. The smarter thing would be to let Elle console herself. I wasn’t interested in making promises.
But Elle owned a special part of me. If she hid from me, that part inside me would turn hard and cold.
So, rather than let her hide in her head, I lifted her jaw so my lips could cover hers. I helped Elle stay out of her head as I found relief in a woman with the power to ruin me.