9. Lightning Bolt
Nine
Lightning Bolt
Bullet
I’ve never had any doubt in my mind that my brother, Crush, is a good man through and through.
He proves it over and over with everything he does for me and the club.
However, the fact that he showed up at Amelia’s for dinner with cat toys and stopped off to get an assortment of movie night junk food tells me he knows how much Amelia means to me, and he’s making an effort to make her feel comfortable around him.
“Oh my God, you brought my favorites!” Amelia exclaims when she sees the cheesy puffs and the strawberry-flavored licorice.
Crush chuckles at Amelia’s reaction to cheese puffs. He shakes his head and says just loud enough for me to hear, “She’s perfect for you, man.”
“Yeah. And she made sure to make a salad, after pouring a truckload of gravy on the shepherd’s pie, to balance out the meal with something healthy,” I tell him.
“Are you two going to stand around or help me bring the plates to the table?” she asks, interrupting our chat.
“She’s bossy but cute,” Crush says loudly enough for her to hear.
Amelia isn’t offended; her smile lights up the room. “Aww, Crush thinks I’m cute.” She teasingly bats her eyelashes.
We help her put the food on the table, and all through dinner I watch her working her magic on Crush.
She asks him about his day, and in no time at all, Amelia has Crush laughing.
She tells him stories about some of the kids and the nutty ideas that they come up with.
“You can’t believe the way they turn their thoughts into logic.
A couple of times, I was almost inclined to agree with them.
Kids don’t see limitations. They live in their imagination.
” She sighs. “I can’t remember the last time I lived like that. ”
“Not all kids have smarts,” Crush says.
Amelia’s jaw drops. It takes her a minute to sputter out, “Are—are you kidding? We’re all intelligent. We just have different talents.”
“I never made it past high school,” Crush admits with a shrug.
“So what?” she answers.
“So, I’m not smart.”
“That’s utter crap! Don’t you dare say that again.
I mean, honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you.
Do you have any idea how many times you’ve saved my bacon?
Let me tell you,” she insists, not giving him an inch.
“The bathroom repairs alone would have taken the entire budget for the year. You sourced product, made modifications, and still got the bathrooms working on the next to nothing I paid you. Let’s talk about the gymnasium stage.
It was crumbling and a hazard. We couldn’t use it for fear that a kid would fall through.
In two weeks, thanks to you, we were able to use it again, and again under budget.
Whatever you touch turns to gold. You have a talent for fixing things while considering a person’s finances.
Nobody does that, Crush. Nobody! Trust me, I’ve looked.
Before Izzy told me about you guys, I got quotes that were up near the ten-thousand-dollar mark.
I was at my wits’ end. You saved us.” Amelia turns to me, puts her hand on my arm, then turns back to Crush, patting his hand.
“You are the reason why we can still have breakfast for kids who don’t get it at home.
In this economy, even when doing their best, their families can’t afford much.
The breakfast program feeds kids enough to get them through the day.
It’s because of your quick thinking and creative solutions that this program is staying alive for another three months. ”
“Why three months?” I ask.
“We need to fundraise, and it all depends on how successful that is. It’s not something the board will approve unless we figure out a way to do it ourselves,” she says, then adds, “But that’s not my point.
The point is,” she turns to Crush, “you’re extremely intelligent, clever, and savvy.
A degree doesn’t make you smart. It shows you can learn, but applying it to everyday life, now that’s smart. ”
With that, she stands to clear the table, leaving Crush to look at her in awe.
He’s stunned, and let me tell you, after everything Crush has been through, stunning him is quite a feat.
I get up to help clear the table, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
I fucking hope what Amelia said penetrates.
The brothers have been telling him the exact same thing since we started.
Crush always says he gets it, but deep inside, I think he’s still that kid who just doesn’t think he’s worthy of good stuff happening to him.
“Movie time,” Amelia announces. She lays out all the junk food Crush brought over with him.
She and I settle on the sofa while Crush takes the armchair.
As soon as we settle, Puss snuggles with her front paws and head on Amelia’s thigh, and her back half on my thighs, straddling us.
Boots decides that Crush is the better option and mews until he scoops her onto his lap.
Boots nudges at his hand until she gets soft pats and falls asleep on his lap.
Later that night…
We’ve just finished the second Mission: Impossible movie when we decide to call it a night.
I decide to stay to help clean up before heading out.
I carry our cups and plates into the kitchen as Amelia loads the dishwasher.
She’s been quiet since Crush left. I think she’s just tired, then all of a sudden, she turns away from the counter and lunges right into my arms, plastering her lips to mine.
Damn! She tastes so good. Her mouth is sweeter than the best candy I’ve ever had. Her lips are soft and pliant as I take over our kiss and devour her mouth. When I move to step back, she mewls in disappointment, wrapping her arms tighter around my neck.
I wrench my mouth from hers. “Baby, I won’t be able to stop if you don’t let me go.”
Amelia presses tighter to me, her front wedged tight to my chest. “I don’t want you to stop,” she says, desperately clinging to me. Fire burns in her violet eyes, her lips trembling.
“Once I have you, I’m not going to be able to let you go,” I warn.
“Fine by me.”
“We’re from two different worlds. You’re going to get questioned on why you’re with a biker.” I don’t want Amelia to have any regrets. I know that once I make love to her, there’s no way I’m going to be able to let her walk away.
“No one gets to decide who I want in my life. I choose you,” she says. With those words, she seals her fate.
Fuck it! My patience has reached the end of its rope. I walked away last night, wanting to give Amelia time to grow accustomed to our new relationship. And in truth, I was protecting myself from the idea that she might change her mind about us.
“I need a minute, babe.” My voice is raw with need.
“Go get ready for bed. I’m going to make sure the house is locked up tight.
” What I really want is time to get back some semblance of control.
The first time with Amelia, I want to go slow.
At this moment, I’m feeling like a randy teenager who won’t last past the first second I get inside her sweet pussy.
“You’re staying?” she asks.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m staying.”
I see the relief on her face as she lets me go and heads to the bedroom, looking over her shoulder with a sexy smile.
Christ! This woman is testing my control to the limit.
I’ve had plenty of women in my time, but none has ever affected me this way.
One small grin, or the way she tilts her head when she’s focusing solely on what I have to say, the touch of her soft caresses, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make her happy.
I take my time moving through the house, ensuring the doors are firmly locked. I text Crush, asking him to bring my work clothes with him when he comes in the morning. He responds with a thumbs-up emoji, adding, Lucky bastard. He’s absolutely right; I’m the luckiest man alive to be with Amelia.
When I get to the bedroom door, it’s slightly ajar, and as I peer inside the softly lit room and open it further, I see that Amelia is sitting up with her knees tucked under her in the middle of the bed, wearing a lacy nightie that is riding high on her thighs, exposing a lot of the silky skin of her legs and thighs.
The nearly see-through nightie clings to her perky, round breasts.
“Beautiful.”
Amelia’s eyes go soft. I move closer, stripping off my T-shirt and reaching for my belt buckle.
She watches me undress, her gaze resting on the last remaining item of clothing I have on: my boxers.
I keep them on for now, but set my knee on the mattress.
I reach out to trace a path from her upper arms to her shoulders, stopping when I reach the straps of her nightie.
I hook my fingers around them, slowly pulling them down, and let my lips slide over her skin.
A tremor of arousal moves through her as she emits a delightful sound from the back of her throat.
She plants her hands on my bare thighs to steady herself, and my tongue and lips glide over her neck and shoulders.
I push the lace farther down, exposing her pert nipples, and ease her back onto the sheets.
I continue to unwrap my pretty package, easing the nightgown off completely, leaving only a wisp of material between her legs.
I’m tempted to rip her panties off as well but decide to take my time teasing the tasty morsels of her nipples first. I slide her thighs apart, leaning over her, lightly brushing my lips over hers, then closing my mouth over one nipple, while my fingers play with the other.
Amelia is extremely responsive to my touch; her hand comes to the back of my head to keep me close.
I lick and suck her succulent tips as she writhes beneath me, arching her back.
Her moans only spur me on, and with every groan, my cock gets harder.
I continue to kiss and lick her bare flesh, moving lower and lower.
When I reach the edge of her panties, I take them between my teeth and move them down.
When she lets out a gasp, I wrench them off the rest of the way, then tug her thighs open, cocking them at the knee, and take a moment to savor the sweet, dewy goodness of the wetness between her legs.
I look up at her face. “Watch me eat you. Do not take your eyes off me. Understand?”
Her eyes wild with desire, she licks her lips and nods. I lash my tongue against her clit. She starts to shut her eyes, and I tap her pussy lightly with my hand.
“No, baby. Eyes on me,” I insist. Her hooded lids open as I run my tongue over the length of her pussy. Her breath hitches, and I take my time exploring every crevice of her core.
“Aaron, please.”
“Please what? Stop?”
“Don’t stop. Never stop.” Her voice is shaky and raw.
I chuckle as I continue to eat her out. Her legs tense and tremble, her belly clenches.
I can tell that she’s on the precipice of an orgasm, but I want more.
I lift away from her pussy, and Amelia cries out in despair.
I kiss her inner thighs and slowly insert two fingers.
She’s very tight, which only makes my cock throb in protest, wanting to forge his way inside her.
“Aaron, I need you,” she groans.
“Right here, baby,” I reply, thrusting my fingers faster and harder inside her.
“Please! I need more.”
“Do you want my cock, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
She licks her lips and whispers, “I want your cock inside me. I need to feel you.” She clenches her pussy around my fingers, and I lose what’s left of my control.
I strip off my boxers, barely remember to slip on a condom, and sink into her precious cunt.
The heat of her pussy is incredible. I root myself deep inside her and inhale deeply, willing my body to slow down.
Amelia wraps her legs around my waist; her fingernails dig in my biceps.
“Fuck me, Aaron,” she murmurs in my ear.
I pull out slowly, then plunge back inside her. I do this over and over again, until I feel her pussy clench my cock. A shudder runs through her, and she cries out my name. I watch her come undone in my arms. Her orgasm rips through her, and I finally watch her float in her euphoric haze.
I continue to thrust mercilessly inside her sweet pussy, until, like a lightning bolt, I finally climax, my teeth finding the soft skin of Amelia’s shoulder, and I moan my release.
Amelia’s heart beats wildly against my palm.
I smooth her hair away from her face, lift my head, and drop my forehead on hers.
“Unbelievable, baby,” I tell her. Her cheeks go rosy, and I kiss her long and slow. “Never feel shy around me. You’ll always be safe in my arms.”
It takes me a while to break away, and only then to deal with the condom.
I come back to find Amelia curled on one side of the bed.
After the amazing sex we just had, I think it’s cute that she’s shy.
I pull back the sheets and move in beside her, literally hauling her up and laying her on top of me.
“I like you here. Can you sleep like this?” I ask.
She rests her head on my chest, with her hand over my heart. “Yes,” she responds with a yawn. I’ve worn her out. I run my hand over her back in circles and wait for her breathing to even, until I know she’s fallen asleep.