CHAPTER 18
ADDYSON
I almost giggle as I pull the sheet away from Briggs’s body. His sexy as fuck, strong, tattooed, muscular body. Just how sexy this man is shouldn’t be possible. It’s so much more than what he looks like too. It’s him and the way he’s reoriented his whole world to put me at the center.
We haven’t said the words, but I know. If you’ve never had a big biker fall first for you, I highly recommend it. Ten stars, without a doubt. I’d do it all over again to wake up with this man wrapped around me.
He had such a tight hold on me after he carried me out of the bathroom last night, once he dried me off, and then he proceeded to snuggle me. Snuggle me. I don’t think many people would think a man like Mayhem would be capable of snuggling or cuddling. But he’s damn good at it and I love it.
I fell asleep in a matter of minutes last night, not worried about how I was going to get through it if the cops track me down to ask about Kendra’s death or anything that happened after the confrontation at the gate.
Honestly, I don’t need to know what Wagner’s fate was or the cover up plan. I’m not even sure I want to know.
Briggs was right though—I can answer the questions asked of me. You better fucking believe I’ll protect my man and the ton of brothers I never asked for, my family, without question.
The bed moves slightly as I scoot closer to my man’s side. One of his arms is covering his face, the other laying across the bed as if he’s reaching for me or ready for me to slide back into place. I won’t be doing that.
Not yet at least.
Not when I woke up hungry.
He’s already hard and I get a real good eyeful of his cock. Fuck, he’s veiny with a slight bend that hits just the right spot. My mouth is already watering.
When I wrap my fingers around the base, he lets out a little grunt. I watch his face, what I can see of it, as I lean forward and swipe my tongue up his shaft. When I reach the tip, I wrap my lips around it and take him into my mouth.
His hands shoot out and his fingers tangle in my hair at the same time his eyes pop open. The moment he sees whose mouth is wrapped around his cock, his fingers flex and possessiveness fills his gaze.
“I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve being woken up with the lips of a goddess wrapped around my cock,” he groans.
I slide up and down his length, my fingers tightening around him as I stroke him in time with my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he grits out through his teeth, already on edge, “your sweet mouth is almost as good as your hot cunt.”
The next time I slide up his length, I pop off him and he lets me even though he could force his way down my throat with the grip he has on me. “Figured I’d return the treat.”
He’s woken me up with his head buried between my thighs, sometimes it’s the middle of the night and he can’t get enough of me. Sometimes it’s the morning and he’s giving me the perfect wake up call.
My eyes traipse over the expanse of his chest, taking in the way his breathing is picking up, and the muscles of his neck are starting to strain. He’s holding back. I can feel it in the way he’s flexing his fingers in my hair.
I moan around his length and he damn near whimpers. The sound sends a thrill through me.
When I pull off him this time, he growls and I can feel the way he considers pushing my head back down to take him in my mouth again.
Before he can decide which side of the biker bed he woke up on—the bad boy who will fuck my mouth or the sweet man who is willing to let me take the lead—I scramble up his body.
I’m holding his cock and sliding down his length until I’m stretching around him and filled almost too full. His hands clamp down on my hips, holding me in place as he stares at me with wide eyes.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts.
When I wiggle my hips, his jaw clenches, and his eyes blaze. I’m flipped onto my back and he’s hiking my leg up over his waist and pushing even deeper inside of me. The sensation borders on too much, and I arch my back while my body is begging for more.
And more my man delivers.
His mouth finds the pulse in my neck, and he bites down as he pulls out slowly before slamming back home. Then there is nothing but the feeling of him filling me, his thrusts feral while his teeth scrape along my neck.
Taunting.
Warning.
Promising.
My nails scrape along his shoulders, finding purchase on his back as far as I can reach. It doesn’t feel quite close enough.
“Yes,” My back arches, “Briggs, more.”
His teeth bite down where my neck and shoulder meet as he thrusts deep, my hips tilting and my thighs tightening around his waist. His movements are punishing, but it’s fucking perfect.
“No better way to wake up than with your lips wrapped around my cock, Tempest.” He grunts mindlessly, “Fuck you feel good.”
I can almost hear the puzzle piece click into place and he freezes, his cock filling me completely. The way his length twitches tells me just what he thinks of being inside me bare.
“Don’t stop now, Mayhem,” the words are a taunt.
And they fucking land.
He pulls out slowly and punches his hips forward, moving me up the bed slightly. When he plants his arm right above my shoulder, caging me into place, his other hand wraps around my throat.
“Don’t know what the fuck is going on, Addyson,” his words are a warning, “but you better believe I’m going to take the opportunity to fill your tight cunt with my cum.”
And then my mind turns to mush as Briggs fucks me, his hips circling whenever he’s filling me completely. The way he hits just the right spot is dangerous as hell.
I babble words that could be promises or secrets or challenges. Maybe all three. My biker doesn’t disappoint.
Just when it feels like it’s too good, too close, but not quite, he barks, “Come.”
I shatter, my heart racing as my soul soars. Pinpricks of light hit my skin like stardust or the perfect execution of detonation.
“Briggs,” I breathe his name soundlessly.
“Just like that,” he prays.
He squeezes my throat and my eyes pop open. Our gazes lock as he thrusts inside of me and holds himself still, his chest rumbling with satisfaction as the first jets of his cum have me shuddering underneath him.
We don’t look away, something passing between us that I won’t be able to walk away from. It wasn’t like I was looking for him, but now I’ve found something I was afraid to hope for.
He kisses me slowly, his mouth exploring mine in a way that is playful and obsessive. I don’t know how he pulls it off, but I melt into it, the weight of him comforting.
When he rolls off me, I don’t get the chance to lodge a protest before he’s pulling me against his chest. The way I fit against his body doesn’t make any damn sense. All I know is it works.
Briggs kisses along my jaw and down my neck until he gets to where he bit me earlier. He kisses me there, gently, reverently.
His voice rumbles against my skin, “Now, do you want to tell me why I was bestowed the pleasure of being inside you raw?”
“Bestowed?” A giggle fights its way out of me and wins. He makes a humming sound, and I point in the direction of the dresser, “You’ve been given the green light so to speak. Doc slipped the paper under the door, and I saw it when I went to the bathroom.”
The hold he has on me tightens and there’s something comforting about the heat of his skin. His fingers gently pull at the hair tie holding my hair up. The way he is so gentle, so careful, tugs at me. I melt deeper into him and his body welcomes me.
“Well, damn, good looking out on Doc’s part if this is the way I get woken up.”
I cough to cover my laugh as I elbow him gently. He chuckles and the way his chest rumbles feels like home.
“What now?” The question slips past my lips, a side effect of comfort and too much curiosity. “I just,” I sigh, scared to say it, but needing to all the same, “I think I know what you want and what I want. I think they’re the same thing.”
“But you need to hear it, spelled out, plain and unmistakable,” he finishes for me, somehow knowing.
“Exactly.”
“I’ll tell you what I see when I close my eyes and imagine the future, our future,” he offers and I nod.
“You stay here. We build our house on the club’s land, within our walls, where I can make sure you stay safe.
We build our life, whatever that looks like.
I hope it includes kids, the club, and our family.
I want it all and you’re it for me, Tempest.”
“Wow,” my voice breaks, the weight of how much I want that too settling on my shoulders. But there are unanswered questions in the future he envisions. “What am I doing in this vision?”
Briggs cuddles me like I’m not going to stay here with him. Now that I know this is possible? That he’s possible? Yeah, I’m sticking around. Obviously.
“Whatever you want, Addy,” his voice is a gentle lull. “I’m practically drowning in my office, not that I want you as some sort of secretary.”
“I would have gone with glorified secretary to show my inherent outrage with the implied ‘bent over the desk fucking’ in this scenario,” I interject, “but, please, continue.”
Briggs laughs and I can’t help but take in the sight. When he calms down and notices me watching him, he winks. Damn it if my clit doesn’t throb.
“I need a partner, someone who can help me keep my shit together, the club’s shit together, everything together.
I need someone who can step up in areas I can’t or I’m failing,” he admits, though it can’t be easy.
My hand finds his arm and I give a squeeze.
“We can talk salary. I’ll be very competitive with your previous employer. ”
The slyness in his voice has a laugh bursting from me. “Oh, obviously you’d be paying me,” I tease him knowing full well I’ll be taking him up on the offer.
For now, you never know what the future holds.
“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles because he knows I’m in, even without saying it. Suddenly, he slaps the side of my ass. “Come on, Tempest, let’s get dressed and grab breakfast. Afterwards, we’re taking a ride. I want you on the back of my bike.”
By the time we get to the ride part of the day, I’m nervous. I’ve never ridden before and I know this is a big deal. It’s one thing Tallulah was very clear about when telling me about the world she found herself pulled into; the world I found a place in.
I’m wearing what he picked out for me, including a leather jacket and we’re walking toward his bike when I glance over my shoulder to see most of the brothers, including Battle, and Tonya standing on the cement pad that could become a much nicer front porch with a little effort.
“Why are they watching us?” I ask Briggs out of the side of my mouth.
He chuckles, tugging my hand and pulling my focus toward him where he’s holding up a helmet painted like a massive storm.
“You already know this is a big deal, you being on the back of my bike,” he doesn’t ask, just reminds.
“They want to see it. Our first ride. It doesn’t always happen that they’d get the chance, but this was kind of a unique situation. ”
He puts my helmet on top of my head, buckles it, and then gives my braid a tug. It’s the braid he fumbled through giving me after watching a video online.
“I wanted you on the back of my bike the moment you burst through the doors of my clubhouse. Fairly sure I dreamed about it,” he admits.
“Well, I’m all about making dreams come true,” I tease him before I glance at his bike and try not to let my nerves get the best of me. “I’ve never done this before, so you’ll need to walk me through it.”
My biker’s crystal blue eyes soften and then he does without hesitation or annoyance. He takes it slow while instructing me how to get on, where to put my feet, and how to lean with him. Even when we pull out of the gate, he starts out slowly.
But something flips inside of me, and I give his waist a squeeze.
Then we’re flying. It’s freeing.
In that moment, with the wind rushing past us and my arms around my man’s waist, I realize I’m free.
Of the danger.
Of a future that wasn’t going anywhere.
Of a life I was scared to live.
Now I can have everything, and it started with an unfortunate death and has ended with being entrusted with a biker’s heart.