Chapter 7
Trixie
“Goddamn,” he shouted like no man I’d ever heard before. The few guys I’d been with were quiet. They showed no emotion and just wanted to get their release.
Brandon was different in so many ways, and I was finding out that he wanted to please me first before getting his.
“Brandon, I’m close!” I was nearing the cliff of ecstasy.
Clearly it had been too long since my last orgasm. After getting our first time together out of the way, we could take our time.
He picked up his speed and seconds later, I shattered. Like a lustful she-wolf, I cried out in a long, drawn-out howl.
“Don’t stop, Trix.” Brandon rode me hard. He hadn’t come yet, which I found astonishing. “I’m almost there.”
Another orgasm started to build in me as he pounded my lady parts into oblivion. I couldn’t believe I was getting there so quickly again.
Nothing like this had happened to me before. But I was here for it. I’d take everything and anything this gorgeous man gave me.
“Are you sure you’re okay with getting pregnant?”
“Are you okay with it?” My parents would think I was being irresponsible having unprotected sex, but that was why children didn’t talk about such things with them.
“Hundred percent.” He sealed his lips to mine and shot off inside me. And he came and came, like one of those Yellowstone geysers I’d seen when I was a child.
Brandon couldn’t seriously believe I’d get pregnant the first time. He seemed to really want to put his baby in.
Yeah, it happened to some… I guess. But not for me. Nothing came to me the easy way. Look how long it had taken Brandon to make a move.
Then again, stranger things happened all the time. And tonight was Halloween, when spooky, creepy, and magical spirits came out to play. I didn’t believe in spells or any of that. But I did believe things happened for a reason and at the right time.
“That had to have been like a religious experience.” He collapsed on me. “I’m not religious but that was pretty damn powerful, dontcha think?”
“Powerful for sure.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He took my hand and kissed the top.
It was a sweet gesture, and sweet wasn’t a word I would have used before to describe Brandon, a biker who was known as Zombie in his motorcycle club.
“Not at all. That was amazing.” Although, I’d probably be sore in the morning after his high-octane thrusts.
“Good. I’ll be right back.” He practically jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.
I made a pouty face because I was hoping to cuddle with him. Maybe talk for a while so we could get to know each other better.
“I got you a damp towel.” He revealed the blue cloth, his big dick still hanging out of his jeans. I wished he’d taken his clothes off, but it all happened so fast. The next round I’d discover his body the same way he’d discovered mine.
“Aww, I appreciate.” I reached for the towel and then everything went dark. “Brandon?” I sat up quickly and grabbed the blanket.
“I’m here. The power went out.” A lantern turned on a moment later, and it dimly illuminated the space.
“Do you think it will come right back on?”
“Not sure. I need to check on the others.” He fixed his jeans, then dug in his closet. “You need some clothes.”
“Right. My dress is shredded.” I laughed as I looked for the black corset. The red cloak was still intact, though.
“Are sweatpants okay?”
“Sure, that’d be great.”
“If not, I could ask one of the old ladies or Kittens if you could borrow something to wear.” He peered over his shoulder at me. “I want you to be comfortable.”
“I appreciate it, but your clothes are fine.” Plus, I was pretty sure I was bigger than most of the women.
“Okay. Will a T-shirt and flannel shirt do? Or do you want a sweatshirt?”
“Anything you give me will be great.” I was starting to feel troublesome, even though he’d been the one to destroy my costume. But had I planned better, I would have brought a change of clothes with me.
“Here you go.” He handed me a ball of clothes. Just then, his phone chimed.
“Thanks.” I made quick work of putting on the clothes and rolled my eyes when his bottoms were a little snug and way too long.
I was going to look ridiculous wearing all his stuff and high heels.
On the bright side, my attire might lead people to think we had hooked up, and they wouldn’t be wrong, so I’d take that as a small win.
“We need to go,” he told me as he checked me you. “Do you want to wear your heels? I can give you a pair of socks. I doubt my shoes will fit you.”
“Socks would be good. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. The whole compound lost power. We need to secure the place. We have generators for the kitchen and bar area. They just don’t power all the buildings.” He took out a pair of black socks and gave them to me.
“I imagine not. Thanks.” I slipped off my heels and tugged the socks on, which felt like wool. Nice. Admittedly, I was grateful to be able to take off my shoes. My feet had had enough.
“Will you be okay if I leave you with the old ladies and the Kittens? They’ll be good to you.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine. But maybe the roads aren’t bad, and I can just go home.” I was a naughty girl for testing him. Of course, I wanted to stay and I hoped he wanted me to, too.
He kneeled in front of me. “I want you to stay.”
“Good. Me too.” I stole a quick kiss, then we left his room.
The entire basement was pitch black, but holding his hand made me feel safe and protected. Too bad he was going to leave me with all the women to fend for myself on unfamiliar turf.
I’d only knew a couple of the old ladies, like Emilee and Sugar. I had yet to meet the Kittens, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to, knowing Brandon had been with them six months ago.
At the top of the stairs, he leaned down and kissed me. I heard movement and voices coming from the kitchen.
“I’m not abandoning you. I just have shit to do,” he told me.
“I know. I’ll be okay.” Or so I prayed I would be.
He nodded, then led the way into the kitchen. “Hey, girls. I’m leaving Trixie with you. Be good to her.”
Two pairs of heavily lined eyes turned toward me.
“Of course, Zombie,” one woman replied.
“Is she your girl?” another one asked.
We all looked at Brandon, waiting for his answer. He moved in front of me and kissed me long and hard, stealing the oxygen from my lungs.
“I guess that means yes,” one of them said.
He released me, and said, “She’s mine.”
I literally wanted to scream; I was so happy. And maybe fist pump the air after Brandon left room.
“Real quick. I’m Dawn, a Kitten,” Dawn had brown hair and brown eyes. She was curvy and seemed okay in her sexy nurse costume. “Over there, shooting daggers at you with her blue eyes is Lyra. She’s also a Kitten and has been making the younger members, like Zombie pretty satisfied.”
Oh, shit. Blonde glared at me. I couldn’t tell what her costume was. A stripper? Or maybe hooker. Either way it was very skimpy.
“Yeah. Zombie’s been kept very happy,” Lyra sneered.
“That’s funny. Why didn’t he put a ring on your finger?” I asked her in the same snotty tone as hers.
“He’s a biker. They claim their woman first.”
“Right. Well, he wants to be permanently bonded to me and hopes I got pregnant tonight with his baby.” I just had to flex my muscles with Lyra to show her, Brandon was mine.
“I like you, Trixie!” Dawn cackled. “You’re going to fit right in here.”
Lyra cursed behind me and stomped out of the kitchen. The skinny Kitten didn’t bother me one bit. I could break her like a twig.
“I feel completely at home,” I replied to Dawn. “Now that the introductions are over, put me to work. I’m happy to help in any way that I can.”
“I can see why Zombie likes you. You’re a good person.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that.” I studied Dawn and threw caution to the wind. “I don’t want to make it weird, but have you been with Zombie?”
“Yes. It’s our job.” She moved closer to me. “It’s just sex and he’s not very adventurous. Don’t tell him I said that.”
“No worries. It’s all good,” I assured her.
“I just mean, he’s kind of vanilla. Likes it over and done fast.” She twisted her red lips. “Wait a minute. I heard howling downstairs half an hour ago. Was that you?”
I smiled at Dawn like the cat that swallowed the canary.