18. Chapter 18
Myth
The boys were all sat in Church, waiting on Frenzy with his intel. I hated calling a service on a family day but sometimes it was needed, especially when the fucking Bloody Scorpions were on our asses.
Especially when they had threatened my ol’ lady.
The run yesterday had taken me away from the clubhouse all fucking night and by the time we rolled into the compound, Missy and Rox had already been gone, getting the supplies for today.
I missed her.
Fuck that sounded pathetic, but it was the only feeling I knew what to do anything with. I missed the fuck out of that woman, and it was killing me.
“What is it?” I asked Frenzy.
“No real movement,” he said. “But I did see some purchases of old warehouses all around Sydney, and even out toward Penrith.”
“Legit?”
“Seems it,” he said. “It’s flagged because they’re big warehouses, and are known for…the areas they’re in.”
“What areas?”
“Penrith, Campbelltown, Wetherill Park and…Wolloomooloo.”
“Woollo?” I sat forward. “That’s not somewhere I’d expect. What did they buy?”
“It hasn’t gone through final sale yet, but looks like the old apartments on the now out of use dock in the wharf.”
“Easy use of shipments,” Menace added. “Makes sense.”
“Have they moved in yet?”
“Not yet. All warehouses look empty.”
“I don’t like it. Send some of the boys out to scope it out. Maybe use Cowboy, too.”
Menace nodded. “Got it. He’s in town for the family day.”
“Anything else to add?”
“Nah, Bully left word that Beck is back in London and keeping to himself after a little chat he had with him.”
I could barely hold back the smirk on my face. “Good. If there’s no other orders of business, let’s get to the best part of our month.”
Family day was one of the best times we had every patched member, officer or not, bring their families in for a massive cook up. Kids ran around the compound, food was good, and drinks were even better. I couldn’t wait to show Rox the way of our club. She’d fit right in, I knew she would.
“Let’s get to it,” I said, ending Church and watching as they all filed out of the room. Fang followed me out, sullen since his outing with the girls yesterday. “Are you going to pull your head out your ass?”
“Fuck off, Prez.”
“Just fuck the woman and get it over and done with.”
“What?” he reared back. “I don’t know what woman you’re talking about but I’m not going soft.”
“Fuck me, you got it bad, brother.”
Fang pushed away from me, annoyed, and I could barely contain my laughter. He was usually so put together, nothing ever got to him, and yet Missy had him all twisted in knots.
Heading down to the kitchen, I moved into the room to see my woman with her hair twisted up off her shoulders, a crop top that revealed her midriff and those gorgeously tatted arms as she helped the women prepare the food.
The kitchen was a flurry of activity, just like it always was.
Some of the club girls were helping, happy to be of assistance and listening to everything my woman told them.
Fuck that made me hard.
She was coming into her own as my ol’ lady, like she always should have done.
“Go get changed,” Missy told her. “We got this.”
Rox spun around, her eyes locking on me in the doorway, and a slow smile spread over her beautiful face.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself,” I said, my voice a little darker than I expected.
“You were out late last night,” she said, pushing past me and heading down the hall toward our room.
“I’m sorry I was out so long. I was hoping you’d still be waiting for me when I got in.”
“If it weren’t such a busy day maybe I would have,” she said, leaning up to kiss me softly on the lips. “Since you’re such an important man, maybe I’ll have to get in line.”
I pulled her close, my hand on her waist, pulling her up to my body. “No, baby, they can get in line.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck as I started to back her down the hall and into our bedroom.
Once the door was closed with the back of my boot, she backed away, pulling the pin out of her hair.
Her dark locks flowed down from her messy bun, the ends bright, vibrant in hot pinks, purples and blues.
Just how she used to have her hair back then.
Oh yeah, my Rox is back.
“Get your fucking clothes off,” I growled, pulling at my belt.
“Oh, so you like the hair, do you?” she asked, smirking over at me as she continued to back up against the bed.
“I’m not playing, Rox. Take them off or I’ll rip them off.”
“I would if I could, husband, but we are needed outside at some point today. So, why don’t you shuck those pants off and come lay down. My mouth is awfully empty, don’t you think?”
Oh sweet jesus. My cock was harder than fucking steel right now as I did as she requested, pulling my kutte off and placing it over the back of the chair. Grabbing my shirt from the back of my neck, I pulled it free and stepped out of my jeans, completely naked for her.
“Come on, big boy, I haven’t got all day.”
“Wench,” I groaned, as she pulled me close, her hand encasing my cock and squeezing. “You’re gonna pay for that later.”
“Be a good boy and let your wife take care of you.”
I liked the sound of that.
Rox
Oh god, looking down at my hotter than hell husband all laid out for me like a fucking snack was doing things between my thighs, but if I got naked like he wanted, we’d never leave the room and I had an impression to make if I was going to run this clubhouse.
Kneeling between his legs, I ran my nails up and down his inner thighs, listening to his groans of pleasure.
“Rox.”
I took his cock in my hand and began to move my fist up and down, my eyes moving to the glistening drop of pre-cum pooling on top of his crown. Reaching out, I flicked the tip of my tongue over it, and tasted him.
I hated blowing Beck, but when it came to Myth, it was my favourite thing to do. Not only to hear his hiss of blinding pleasure but just the salty taste of him.
He tasted like mine.
As I licked around the crown of his cock, I listened to his harsh intakes of breath before my eyes skated down to his cock. I moved my head back, and lifted my hand to see the dark lines running up the length of his cock on the side.
What the fuck?
Did he have a fucking dick tattoo?
Myth leaned up on his elbows and looked down at me, as my eyes ran over the letters until I realised what it said.
“Adrian…”
“He’s always been yours,” he said, his voice deep. “Now suck him good, baby, before I rip your clothes off and have this entire clubhouse listening to how good I fuck my wife.”
As much as I wanted that, I still had an impression to make.
I took his cock, along with my name tattooed down the length of it, into my mouth.
When he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed down the gag, taking him deeper to stop the urge to throw up, before I moved back.
Over and over again, I circled my tongue around the head of his cock, before I slammed him into the back of my throat.
Myth’s hands came to the back of my head, fucking his cock into my throat.
My knees were burning on the floorboards, but I had one thing on my mind.
Making my man blow his load down my throat.
My pussy clenched as I listened to Myth groaning, his moans of pleasure, as I sucked him, while squeezing his member, and alternating with massaging his balls.
Fuck.
I loved having him on edge like this. I loved having so much power over him.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Baby, I’m coming.”
His cock thickened, giving me a few seconds notice, before his hot load filled my mouth. Quickly, I swallowed him down, taking every last drop before I licked him clean, and moved back until he plopped out of my mouth with a loud pop.
The ink on his cock was shiny and wet from my saliva, making it easier to read.
Roxana.
“That had to have hurt,” I said, standing up and looking down at him as he laid on the bed, motionless.
“Not as much as losing you.”
Well damn.