Chapter Seventeen
Pulling up to the clubhouse unexpectedly is a little bit scary. Instead of the gate opening, the man at the gate comes over to my window.
“Hello, ma’am. How can I help you?”
I didn’t think when I drove over here. I only knew I wanted to see Loyal, and this is where he told me he would be this morning.
“Hi. I’m here to see Loyal. My name is Sami.”
The man pulls out his phone and looks at it a moment before he nods. “Sorry ma’am. I’m still new. You are on the list. You are free to go through.”
My eyes widen. I’m on a list.
“Thank you,” I manage as he backs up and opens the gate for me.
I pull through, parking in the same area as I parked last time. When I get out of my car, I turn and wave at the man at the gate who waves back. Then I head inside.
It’s quiet again, but this time Viv isn’t there to greet me. It feels weird being in here alone. Like I’m doing something I’m not supposed to.
I don’t even know where Loyal is. I should call him. Tell him I’m here.
Before I can, I hear footsteps. Savage comes around the corner, stopping when he sees me.
“Sami, what a surprise. Are you here to see Loyal?” he asks.
“Yeah. He’s not expecting me though, so maybe I should wait outside and call him.”
He laughs. “Nonsense. He will love the surprise. I believe he is in his room. Down the hall, fifth door on the left.”
When I hesitate, he gives me a soft smile. “You are allowed to be here. You can roam as you want. I think Loyal will enjoy knowing you are making yourself at home.”
“Is that why I’m on the list?” I ask softly.
“You’re his woman. That means you get access if you want it. Now go see your man, but don’t keep him too long. We have a meeting in a couple of hours,” he says before heading through a door and closing it behind him.
Left alone again, I take his advice and start heading down the hall. I’m glad he told me which door because last time I was here, I was inebriated, so I’m not sure I would have been able to find his room.
Once there, I knock on the door. When it opens, my eyes widen.
Standing in front of me with nothing but gray sweats on is Loyal. They are hung low on his hips, showing that “V” that leads down into an area I already know I love.
“Mami, you’re here,” he says, pulling me in for a kiss.
I kiss him back, loving that this is his response.
Not what are you doing here or you shouldn’t be here.
Just you’re here. As if he had been waiting on me forever.
When he pulls back, he smiles down at me, making me feel like I’m his entire world.
“I’m so happy you are here. I thought you had errands to run today. I know you don’t get too many days during the week to run them,” he says, showing his concern.
This is why he is different. Why he is the one I want. He genuinely cares about me and what I’m doing.
“I do, but I wanted to talk to you,” I tell him.
“About Farrah. Billy dropped her off last night, and I didn’t like how she was.
She wasn’t her usual bratty self. She was resigned.
Then she said it wasn’t just me making this hard on her, leading me to believe Billy is pressuring her.
Now he is taking me back to court, and I don’t know what to do.
I don’t want her to keep hurting,” I admit.
He cups my cheek. “Is this why you were upset last night?”
I nod. I had texted him that I was upset, but that we would talk about it today because I was with Farrah. I had convinced her to come watch a movie with me. For the evening, it felt like I had my daughter back. I want to keep that.
“What can I do? Do we need to cool things off a bit? I don’t want to, but if it’s what is best for Farrah, then I will,” he offers.
I shake my head. “I feel like that will only brush the problems under the carpet. Honestly, she hasn’t been as critical of you and me lately.
It has me wondering what he is doing to her when they are together.
What he is telling her. I know how he was with me.
I don’t want him to manipulate her in the same ways. ”
“I have a confession to make. Saturday, I was at Tires to Go and ran into Billy. He made all kinds of wild accusations about me. Caused a scene. I was going to tell you, but you were already stressing about seeing him, so I was waiting until we could talk face-to-face.” Loyal winces as if he is worried about what I will say.
“Thank you for telling me. He will likely try to use it against me. I have a meeting with my lawyer at two. I will bring it up then. He needs to stop. I’m going to need to get a restraining order against him,” I sigh, rubbing my temples.
“Enough about all of this. How about I take you somewhere peaceful. Give you a break,” he offers.
“Savage said you have a meeting,” I remind him.
He laughs. “I do. It’s in a couple of hours, though. I’ll let him know we are going for a short ride. He won’t mind.”
“If you are sure. I don’t want you neglecting your duties for me. I’m told you are a vice president after all,” I tease him, leaning up to kiss him.
He beams at me. “That makes you the VP’s old lady. How does that feel?”
“Spectacular. I do have one demand, though,” I tell him.
“What is it?” he whispers against my lips.
“Put a shirt on. I don’t want to share what’s mine with others.”
He growls. “You being possessive is hot as fuck.”
Then he kisses me senseless, making me forget why I was anxious in the first place.
Having Sami on the back of my bike is a dream come true. I have imagined how her hands would feel wrapped around me, the way her body would cling to me as we take a curve, but my imagination couldn’t do it justice.
Having her behind me is better than anything I could have come up with and feels more natural with each ride we take. It feels right. Like this is where she has always belonged.
I take the backroads, avoiding traffic as I head out of town to a secluded area only the club knows about. We don’t come here often, but it’s a nice quiet place to clear your head. Exactly what Sami needs today.
When we pull up to the open lot, I help her off. Then I pull the blanket tied neatly to my bike and put my arm around her.
“Oh? A blanket for our spontaneous date. It’s almost like you planned this,” she teases.
“Nah. I always keep one on the bike in case I need to impress you. Like now.” I tell her, leading her to the only thing on the property other than nature. One lone picnic table.
It’s old and weathered, but I lay the blanket over it, then turn and grab Sami by the hips and set her on the table.
“Five-star service. I don’t even have to lift myself up,” she jokes, draping her arms around my shoulders as I fit myself between her legs.
“Anything to make your life easier.” I lean in, kissing her softly before wrapping her in a bear hug.
She sighs, relaxing into me as she holds me just as tight.
We stay like that for several minutes, enjoying the silence.
“I wish it could be like this always,” she finally murmurs.
“It will be. One day we will be able to be happy together. Farrah will accept us. Billy will be a thing of the past. The only concern you will have is how sore your pussy will be from the way I plan to fuck you like a rabbit.”
She laughs, throwing her head back. “I guess I should be glad you’re young. You have all the energy and stamina to follow through on that promise.”
I cup her cheek. “I want to make up for the decades of neglect. I want you so sore that you don’t remember what it feels like without my cock sunk deep inside of you. I want you so satisfied that even a stranger walking down the street can tell you got dicked down.”
Her body shivers at my words. It’s a warm morning leading into a hot day, so I know it’s me that has caused it.
“I think you should deliver on your promise now. Better make it quick though. We only have an hour before you have to be back,” she taunts me.
“Challenge accepted.” I pull her off the table before turning her body and bending it over the picnic table.
She looks back over her shoulder at me, eyes bright with excitement.
Reaching around, I undo her jeans before pulling them and panties down in one go. Then I slide my fingers through her pussy, smirking when I find her wet and ready.
“Is all of this for me?” I ask, offering my fingers for her to taste.
She sucks them in greedily, licking every last bit of her essence from them. Her cheeks redden when my fingers make an audible sound as they pop out of her mouth.
“The bike, you, all of it turns me on.”
Her words have my cock jerking inside of my pants. This woman is perfect for me. All mature and full-grown. It was like God made her for me then told her to wait a little while because I would be coming to find her one day.
Now here she is. Underneath me as I stroke her ass in broad daylight, getting ready to fuck her until she screams my name.
“You turn me on by merely existing,” I growl, unbuttoning my pants. “This is going to be hard and fast, but I promise I will make you come so hard your legs will shake.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Please, Matty. I need it.”
Knowing that this woman is a decade older than me and holds my heart in her hands and can get me to do anything for her, yet she surrenders her power to me so easily, ready to be a good girl for me, is a heady feeling.
I love the trust she places in me.
Pulling a condom out of my pocket, I drop my pants, my cock smacking her butt as it is freed. I quickly sheath myself before I rub my cock through her center. When I stop at her entrance briefly, I grip her hips. Then I thrust inside of her in one go.
She grunts before it turns into a moan. I pull out and thrust in again just as hard.
Reaching around her, I strum her clit, picking up my pace as I do so. The only sounds you can hear are her panting between moans, the slapping of our skin, and the occasional bird in the distance.
When her pussy tightens, her voice screaming my name, I smirk. I love listening to her come. I’m almost right there with her, but I pinch the skin on my stomach hard enough for the pain to register, helping to distract from the pleasure.
When her body melts into the table, I chuckle. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”
Sliding my fingers through her arousal, I coat them generously before I rub them around the ring of her ass. Her hips arch up into me, opening up as if it’s an offering.
I plan to take her here, but not today. Not out here with little to prep us. I will give her a taste of it, though.
Pushing gently, I slip my index finger inside up to the first knuckle. She moans, pushing back against it as if she were ready for it.
“So willing. Look at my finger being swallowed up by your greedy ass. You want my cock there?” I ask.
“Yes. Please. I want you,” she moans, pushing back more, taking my finger up to the second knuckle.
I slowly slide it out, pushing it back in as I thrust inside her pussy with my cock. I keep a slow pace, building her up.
That is until she moans, “I’m coming.”
I keep the same pace, fucking her through her orgasm before I pull out, throwing the condom to the side as I stroke my cock until I spray all over her ass. Taking a few deep breaths, I then scoop up my cum and slowly push it inside of her ass.
“A tease for what is to come, Mami. I’ll be coming in your ass before you know it.”
She looks over her shoulder at me, with desire in her blissful eyes.
“I can’t wait.”