CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
-:- MAV -:-
I’m leaning on the wall of the clubhouse watching Knuckles and Colton go through their paces. They don’t hold back punches, and I’m sure Colton is going to have a shiner when they’ve finished.
Mia is sitting on the bench in front of me watching them, and speaking with Jo, who it seems is having a week off from her writing as she has what she calls writer's block. No idea what that is, but I don’t hold back the smirk as I consider if it is Knuckles not performing his duties as well as he could, or should.
“Did I tell you Nell is joining the girl gang? She is such a sweetheart, and you would never know she can chop someone up and not bat an eye. She helps anyone she can, and she jumped at the chance of joining in any fun and games we may have. Oh, she’s going to get a trike and get her men, as she calls them, to teach her to ride it, and get her license. She said Graham would be up for it as he’s been trying to get her to ride his hog for quite a while.” As usual Mia is talking so fast she runs out of steam and has to take a large gulp of air before she continues, “I’m thinking of having a girl gang meeting once every month, just so we can have a get together and make sure everyone is alright? What do you think, Jo?”
Jo, turns and looks at Mia, but from her expression, I’m not sure she heard what was being said, “Yeah, that’s good.”
Yeah, I don’t think she is hearing what is being said to her from her bland reaction, but Mia seems okay with it. I can’t stop the tip of my lip curling up, but I stop the smile from forming.
Axel appears at my side and also leans against the wall. Both Jo and Mia don’t register that he is here, and I hold my breath for a moment when the subject changes and Mia speaks about the boys and Summer.
“I love my boys, but shit, they are hard work. I hope Summer is going to be a little ray of sunshine and not cause any trouble. The twins have already had the teacher calling to say they are acting up today and I'm half expecting them to tell me to fetch them home,” sighing, more to herself than Jo.
I quickly take a peek at Axel, who I have to say is smirking as he loves that his boys have spirit. We all know he wants a passel of kids, so three isn’t going to be where he wants to stop either.
Mia continues, “I’m going to get fixed. I don’t want a dozen kids. I’m struggling to look after the three I have. I know if it wasn’t for Amelia…”
Now, before she can say another word, Axel is on her, picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder and he slaps her ass, and I mean slaps it. She’s gonna have a red handprint on that butt cheek, I’m sure.
“We discussed this, and you agreed we’d have six. Now you can’t go back on a promise…” Jo and I hear no more because Axel is storming back into the clubhouse, and I’m sure his room. Why he didn’t go to their house on the compound I don’t know, and I’m not asking.
Taking out my phone, I send a message to Blake.
Mav: How many kids would you like?
Only a few minutes pass before Blake responds, and as the time is her lunch break, I can imagine she’s sitting outside on the bench behind the coffee house relaxing.
My Blake: I always thought I would like two, one of each, you know, a little girl to pretty up and a boy to rough around with.
Mav: That suits me fine. The sooner we get started on that, the better.
My Blake: Get started? What?
Mav: Well, we are not getting any younger, are we?
I can imagine her screwing her nose up, and getting that serious look on her face when I say this, but it’s getting her thinking about the idea more than anything.
My Blake: OK, but you know we’ve not even tested if we are compatible–in the sex department yet.
Mav: That’s okay, I’ll come over tonight and we’ll test it out.
To my utter surprise, the reply is: Yeah, OK.
The day passes quickly and before I know it I’m carrying a carton of Meat’s ribs and a salad into Blake’s house. I carefully put them down on the kitchen counter and walk over to where she is watching me, while leaning her hip on the kitchen table.
“You hungry, Blake?”
“Yeah, but not for food, Mav.” She is giving me a bit of sass here, and I love it. I grin and step up to the front of her, placing one hand on each side of her, boxing her in.
“I need to know if you are all-in with this relationship, Blake, because I’m not wanting a one-nighter, or a casual hook-up type relationship. I’m after the full on, for life relationship. Being my Ol’ Lady, and possibly wife, if that’s what you want. I have a house being built on the compound, where we’ll live, bring up our kids and be part of the MC brotherhood and sisterhood because Mia ain’t gonna have any woman on the compound who isn’t in the girl gang. Now, you in for all that, Blake?” I wait calmly for her response, but she doesn’t hang around thinking. She gives me the most beautiful smile I think I’ve ever seen before speaking.
“I’m up for it, Mav. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I think you are my one. You know, the one who will own my heart until it stops beating. I see you and my heart lurches and speeds up until I feel slightly breathless, and the anticipation of you being mine is nearly impossible to bear. Yeah, I want all that with you, but as I said, we don’t know if we have the chemistry yet.”
Oh, that’s like waving a red flag to a bull. I slam my mouth over hers and take command of a kiss I hope she’ll never forget. My tongue tastes every piece of her mouth, and I nibble, lick, and suck her lips.
Sliding my hands down, I cup her butt and lift her until she’s sitting on the counter in front of me, but I don’t stop the assault on her mouth as my hands slide up and down her bare legs. Lucky me, she’s been home long enough to shower and change into a summer dress.
Blake runs her hands up and down the back of my neck, and I have no doubt if I’d had longer hair she’d have had her fingers in it, pulling and tugging. But she’ll have to be satisfied with my short hair, and my ball cap because I love that thing. I left it at the compound tonight, mind you, as I had hoped our evening would move the relationship forward.
Blake makes little noises of appreciation as I kiss her, and my hand reaches the top of her thigh, over her hip and tucks into the top of her small lace panties.
“You sure you want this, Blake?” I ask because I want her to be sure this is how she wants to move forward. After we’ve done this, she’ll be mine and I keep what’s mine, close and safe. “If we do this, you’ll be mine and I’ll claim you in church with my patch.”
“Yeah, I’m sure Mav.”
But that is as much as she says because I have her off the counter, panties off, and turned with her hands on the counter before she can change her mind.
My jeans are undone and I’m well ready to claim her, but I test using two fingers before I go further as the last thing I want to do is hurt her. But she is hot, wet and wanting, and I don’t wait any longer. I spear her with one long, easy stroke, not aggressively, but I’m totally in control.
Blake gasps, but gives a long moan of pleasure alongside whispering my name so reverently that I’ll never forget it, even if I live to a hundred.
I slide my hands up the inside of her dress and pull her bra down, freeing her breasts so I can cup one. Pulling her nipple that is beaded gently, gaining another moan from her sweet lips.
As Blake pushes back onto me, I pick up my pace and with my free hand I slide it around to the front of her and pinch her clit, which has her jump and push back onto me even harder.
The pace increases and it’s not long before I’m holding both her hips and I’m pounding into her, gaining what can only be described as a euphoric reaction. Blake gently screams with her release, and I see white spots before my eyes as my orgasm rolls through me.
I slow my pace and hold us both still as the pleasure rolls over us both. I can hear Blake panting and can feel her body shaking as she’s breathing heavily. I’m not much better myself. At that moment, I know I'm never going to let her go, not willingly, anyway. She is my everything. She’s the one I have been waiting for.
“I think we can say we are compatible now, Mav,” Blake giggles, and I slap her sassy ass gently before rubbing the sting away.
“Maybe we should be sure?” I state, and that’s exactly what we do. We test out our compatibility on the kitchen table, living room couch, halfway up the stairs, and the bed. To say we are both sated and exhausted would be an understatement, and my dick hasn’t seen so much action in its entire life. Holding Blake while she gives puffing little snores, I can’t help but be thankful for where I am right now. I feel like the luckiest fucker alive.
After a couple of hours of sleep, I’m awake and still holding Blake, but she is now awake and looking right back at me. I kiss her nose before taking her lips with a gentle kiss. “Good morning,” I murmur against her lips, and feeling her smile against me has me smiling right back.
“Morning. I’ve got to get to work, Mav. Let me up and shower.” Blake wiggles out of my grasp and heads to the bathroom, but I follow her and right into the shower.
“I’ll drop you off at work, then make my way over to the clubhouse. I have some training to do this morning.”
“What training?” Blake rinses the soap from my back as she asks.
“I’ve a fight on the weekend, so I’m getting some extra training in, you know, make sure I’m sharp.” Now, I’m not sure how she’ll react to fighting, but she knows I’m a doorman at the club and bar, so she should expect I can fight!
“Okay, but don’t get lots of bruises. Can I come to the fight and watch at the weekend?”
“No, but you can stay at the clubhouse with the others while we are at the fight. I’ll explain it all later, then you’ll understand what’s going on and why you need to stay out of the way and safe while the brothers are at this fight night.”
“Oh, alright. I’ll talk to you about it later. But come on, Mav, I’m going to be late and Liam will kick my ass.”
“If Liam touches your ass, he’ll be in a body bag,” I mumble.
“What’s that?” Blake asks, and I quickly reply, “Nothing, let’s go.”