Chapter 35
KINGSTON “FROST”
Rebel and Duchess finally come out of the house, talking and laughing.
The sight of her relaxed and happy automatically does the same to me.
We’re setting up a game of sand volleyball, so I chuck my cut and shoes as Rebel veers over to me with a drink and a beer.
I shake my head as my gaze drifts to the beer.
She hands it to me. “Here.”
We sip our drinks, scoping each other out, smiling like fucking high schoolers.
My finger hooks onto the top of her sundress, and I ease her over to me, pressing my nose into her hair to inhale her coconut shampoo.
Rebel smells like what I’d assume an island resort does; except I’d be snorkeling in her pussy and paddle boarding her ass.
She catches her fingers into the hoops of my cargo shorts, pulls up on her tippy toes, and plants a sweet kiss on my lips.
From behind me, Pirate yells, “Get a room.”
I brush her hair from her shoulders, mesmerized by her as I respond, “Aye, aye, Captain.” Everyone bursts out laughing and I toss a glance at Pirate over my shoulder. “I meant, I got my eye on the target.”
Rebel lightly smacks my chest. “That’s rude. He can’t help it if he has one eye.”
I nip at her lip and lick it. “The fucking bastard was drunk out of his mind when he picked a fight with someone twice his size.” My hand creeps under her dress, tapping her ass. “Take a seat. You’ll be amazed I never went to the Olympics.”
“For what? Stalking?”
“Smartass.”
Smokey tosses the ball to me to serve. It’s Smokey, Jorden, Chains, and myself against Skull, Pirate, Grinder, and Gears. Rebel plops her cute ass on my chair and watches. This is a first having someone cheer me on. And it’s…it’s something I can’t put into words. My insides crackle.
We volley back and forth. Setting up the ball.
Spiking. Sand flies all over the place. Every time I serve or hit the ball, my little Rebel stands up, clapping and cheering.
By now, Duchess and Willow have joined her, cheering for the other team.
The times I wink and smile at her ends up with the ball striking my head.
The guys harass me for my…for my pussy attitude.
Several games later, both of which my team won, Rebel, Duchess, and Willow join the women lying out by the pool, but not before Rebel gives me a congratulatory kiss. My dick reacts like I’m twelve.
At the catered buffet, endless tables positioned throughout the yard, I pile my plate with fried chicken, a beef sandwich, potato salad, and some other things I’m not quite sure about but look good. Sitting around an unlit fire pit, several of my brothers and I dig into the food.
Skull holds up his beer. “Brothers! This…” His other hand gestures to the women, the people by the lake, and us.
“This is what I want to establish in Moose Grove. I’ve secured the land, have a vision, and I’m working with the authorities to establish our own subdivision, which will have its own name.
Kind of like the names of suburban areas. ”
I cough, choking on my potato salad while the others holler and cheer, throwing out questions at Skull.
He answers each one. “Once the building plans are confirmed and approved, hopefully we’ll break ground for the new clubhouse in the next five months.”
Jorden says, “Fucking fantastic! I bet it’s going to cost a pretty penny. And dealing with the state legislation is a pain in the ass.”
“Our shipments are pure and in demand, bringing in more cash than I ever thought possible. And next year, we’ll be expanding our customer base. I’ve got my guys working on the red tape. Right now, I’m hunting for contractors.”
I cut off Gears’ question. “I know a guy who owns a sawmill in Moose Grove.”
“Perfect! Talk to him and see if he wants to do business.”
Smokey asks, “What are we going to call the subdivision?”
“I’m thinking Preston Heights since I’ll be footing the bill for most of it, so my last name will be put to good use.”
Everyone nods in agreement.
Our eating cuts off all discussions. Having the clubhouse—my brothers’ homes by mine is a good thing.
We’ve gone through a lot. With Duchess and Rebel pregnant, our children will grow up together.
And as more of my brothers marry, our families will expand into a huge community. Our own suburb. Nah, district.
After filling up, my brothers and I drink, tell stories, talk about what’s to come, all the while my gaze periodically searches for Rebel.
She’s unlocked and released me of my shackles.
My bitter pissed off masculinity. She’s soaked up my wrath.
I’ve found a soft flowing rhythm with her.
Even though it’s turned me somewhat into a little bitch, I can’t deny the pull and desire of wanting to change and please her.
My whispers, our talks at home, have switched from angry and rude to caring and protective.
Rebel’s becoming my everything, and soon enough, so will my kids.
Smokey smacks my chest. “Hey, lover boy. Skull said there’s a drop tomorrow and everybody has to be there. Enzo is getting more daring.” He leans forward, following to where my focus is and laughs. “Think you can pull your dick out of her pussy long enough to join us?”
From my periphery, I narrow my eyes and slug down half my beer. “I’ve got clients tomorrow.
Which warehouse is the drop?”
“Off of Saganaw, near your shop.”
I nod in agreement, press my hands into the armrest, and lift up to search for Rebel, because I need her…
Shit! I’m vulnerable.
I rest my hand on my chest to slow my heartbeat as I head to the group of women.
The others indicate behind her, so she turns to me.
Her smile is weaponry—a shot to my heart.
Without glancing at the others, my hand cups hers, guiding her toward the lake while the women call out to her and then spit out sexual comments.
Rebel falls into place at my side, lust simmering between us.
We arrive at the edge of the lake where several others are spread out onto beach towels.
“Take off your dress.” Rebel steps into me, scanning the crowd. “No one cares.”
Her angry pout only stirs my cravings. “I care, Frost.”
My hands disappear under her dress, sliding up to her hips, the dress rising along. She slams her hands down on the top of her dress to prevent me from exposing her.
“Rebel. You have a bikini on.”
“Yes, but it’s tight. I’ve put on weight.”
Hauling her into me by the hips, I growl, “I fucking love every inch of you.” My tongue traces the shell of her ear.
“The extra cushion.” I nip her earlobe. “Your perfect pussy.” I pull away enough to where our faces are an inch apart.
“If you don’t take the dress off, I’m not responsible for what I might do to you right here. ”
She drags out my name for several seconds. “We are—”
“I’m not kidding, Rebel. Take off the dress, and get on my shoulders or I’m fucking you against the tree.” This stubborn woman isn’t budging, so I press a kiss below her ear and whisper, “Please.”
Our eyes connect as I offer another kiss but to her lips, and she says, “I can’t swim in the lake, because of all the bacteria.”
I’ve removed her dress while she stated something I already knew. Her arms shoot to her front to hide herself.
On one knee, bowing toward her, I say, “Hop on my shoulders.”
“Frost, you can’t—”
“On my fucking shoulders, Rebel.”
She does a quick browse of the people nearby, who are lost in their own worlds.
Laughter in one corner. A blowjob in another.
It’s the life of a biker. Rebel will learn.
Bracing herself, she climbs on my shoulders and squeals when I stand.
My hands grip her thighs, and hers lace under my chin.
Earlier, I swapped my shorts for swim trunks.
Wading through the water to the platform twenty feet from land, the water rises to my chest the closer we get.
We reach it and she crawls onto the platform while I heave myself up.
It’s the perfect place for a little privacy.
Rebel catches the view, skimming her gaze across the water and house. “This is so calming.” She leans back, propping herself up on her forearms. “Does everyone come here a lot?”
I assume the same position she’s in and respond, “Yeah. Skull likes to flex his wealth.”
Her head tosses back in laughter. My eyes brush over her tanned flawless skin, resting my hand over her small swollen belly, creating invisible circles over it.
Fuck!
Rebel feeds my soul. She’s eclipsed the darkness.
Her and these little humans she’s carrying are my home.
I’m consumed by equal parts panic, fascination, and worship.
My life hasn’t exactly seen or experienced many healthy relationships.
Because of it, no one ever warned me of its all-consuming nature.
An explosion of emotions. She’s the wind when I ride.
The whispers to my conscience. The water that cleans the blood from my hands.
Pain and destruction runs through my veins, but Rebel dilutes it.
I can’t wait anymore. My hand guides her onto her back, covering her with my body yet avoiding her stomach.
“Frost. Are you all right?”
The tip of my nose touches hers. My lips dust across her lips, and I talk against them. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”
I tuck hair behind her ears when she asks, “What have I done?”
“Imprisoned me.”
At that, I seize her with a fierce kiss as if explaining to her all the bricks she’s crumbled. The fractures she’s mended.
My finger slides over her bikini bottoms, creating a wet dip between her pussy lips. Up and down, driving her hunger as her fingers twist in my hair, tugging me closer. Her hips rock to the movement and then a shudder.
Rebel’s panting, still clinging to my hair. The way her head tilts to the side, swollen, chapped lips, has my dick tenting my swim trunks. I put all my weight on one arm to slide off my trunks and settle between her legs.
This reprieve snaps her out of the daze. “Frost! Everyone can see us…see you.”
I bend and guide her legs to my sides. “It’s just an ass, Rebel. They can’t see any part of you or me.”
While she checks the area, and then back to me, I inch inside her to absorb every ridge.
It’s painful not to slam into her, to loosen the control she has over me, but I know better.
Rebel and I somehow figured out our own pulse through sex.
Before meeting her, sex mirrored the darkness in me.
I fucked without care or consequences and then left.
A body to use for the sole purpose of release.
Rebel meets my lazy movements, except the urgency in hers begs for me to quicken my pace. I ignore her insistence, leaving open-mouth kisses on her neck. Nipping, licking, and blowing on her skin then moving onto the next area. Her jaw. Behind her ear.
“Faster, Frost.”
My head shakes against her skin. “No.” I lift her enough for her to see my eyes. “I’m letting it last.”
Clutching her jaw, my hips round and I penetrate her, marveled by how gorgeous she is.
Her eyes are bolted to mine and we’re lost in the moment.
The ugliness of the world disappears as I move in a steady rhythm in and out of her.
My mind pictures our home. Our kids. The MC developing.
The most important people in my life are right here in my arms. I’m picking up speed, ecstatic for the present and future.
Rebel’s climbing with me, squeezed together as one; one heartbeat, one breath, and then every nerve in our bodies vibrates.
Our release fades into soft breaths as we lay on the platform with her head on my bicep. It isn’t until there’s a loud crack in the air when I realize we’re under fire.