CHAPTER 19
MAYHEM
“Look at this view,” my words are colored with awe.
My cock throbs behind the fly of my jeans. I popped the button, looking for a little relief, when I stood up behind my desk and bent my woman over top of it. It didn’t help at all.
“Fuck,” I growl, “this is a fantasy come to life.”
Addyson looks over her shoulder, a smirk playing on one edge of her mouth. She teases me, bringing up our conversation from two days ago, “A secretary fantasy?”
“A you fantasy.”
Her brown eyes soften and then she wiggles her hips and bites her lip. Like I need any encouragement to bury my cock inside her tight pussy.
My hand slides over the globe of her ass and I squeeze her flesh; damn glad I stripped her already. Relief fills the groan I let out as I push my jeans and boxers down my legs to free my cock. I’m fucking throbbing.
I stroke myself a few times, seeking relief. It doesn’t fucking help. The only thing that’ll help me now is being buried inside my woman.
“You knew what you were doing when you walked in here, Tempest.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I swear I watch her get wetter from where my eyes are glued to her sweet pussy. It has me so turned on that my vision narrows to just her while going a little hazy.
“Yeah,” my hand slides around her upper thigh until I can run the tip of my finger up and down her slit.
She pushes back against me, but I keep my touch light and teasing, not giving her what her body is begging for.
“You knew exactly what was going to happen when you knocked, didn’t you?
I bet you’ve been thinking about being bent over my desk and held down while I fuck you until we’re both sweating and you’re dripping my cum.
Do you like knowing anyone could knock at any moment? ”
“Oh, fuck,” she hisses, her hips jerking, but I grip her there and push her against the edge of my desk, holding her in place. Forcing her in place. “Mayhem,” the word falls from her lips like a starting pistol.
I rub my cock up and down her slit, collecting her arousal on my tip. It’s so fucking tempting to slam home inside of her, but I hold off. For now.
“Tempest, you’ve been on the back of my bike,” I growl the words, desperately trying to keep ahold of my composure. “I’ve claimed you in the eyes of my club. I’ve told you what I see in our future. Are you going to put me out of my misery and tell me what I want to hear?”
When my hand comes down on her ass to punctuate my question, she arches her back and lifts her hips like she wants more.
Never one to disappoint my woman, I smack her other ass cheek.
The way her skin pinks under my attention has my cock twitching in my hand while I continue to tease the lips of her pussy.
I don’t know who I’m torturing more—her or me.
Both.
“Fuck,” I grit out through my teeth, meaning to keep the way my control is slipping to myself.
She hears it though, her eyes flaring as she looks over her shoulder at me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers the words like they’re not shrapnel ripping through my worry and my doubt.
“We’ll figure out the rest, but it can start with me helping you get this place organized.
Then we’ll just see what life brings us. ”
I cover her body with mine, my forehead resting against the nape of her neck. “You won’t regret it,” I vow. “I’ll make you so fucking happy, Tempest, that you’ll never think of leaving me.”
“Just keep giving me orgasms, don’t look at other women, and take me for rides on the back of your bike, my big, bad biker,” she sasses me, her words breathless as her hips wiggle slightly like she can’t quite contain how much she wants me.
“Fuck yes, I will.”
I nip at her skin before standing up and taking in the sight before me. Best fucking thing I’ve ever seen. The crown of my cock notches at her entrance and I punch my hips forward.
Addyson arches her back, her voice shrieking my name echoes around my office. I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from coming right away. I’ve imagined fucking her on my desk a filthy number of times since she blew through the doors of my clubhouse.
“Fantasy come true,” my raspy words are filled with awe.
Words fall away as I hold her in place and fuck her. I hit her deep in this position, her hips angled just right to have her seeing stars. The way she pants, messy and a little desperate, is satisfying as fuck. Then there’s the way her fingers scramble for purchase somewhere, anywhere.
I power into her, but every glide is slow and sure. The way she’s on display for me is fucking magic in the shape of a woman. Who even knew that was a thing?
With every stroke, I can feel the way her pleasure coils inside of her. When it breaks it’s going to be glorious. I won’t be able to stop myself from filling her with my cum.
“Feeling you bare is too fucking good,” I grit out, my fingers tightening on her hips.
She pushes back against me, her fingers wrapping around the other side of the desk and giving her leverage. When her head flies back as I bury myself balls deep in her sweet cunt, her hair flies in a rainbow of dark tresses.
Unable to help myself, I grip her hair at the nape of her neck and hold her steady, right where I want her.
“Oh,” she gasps.
“You can take me,” I grind out, the words gravel under my will. “You’re already taking me so good. So, fucking good, Tempest.”
That’s when I feel it, the walls of her slick channel clamp down on me as her lungs seize and the only thing holding her to this existence is the grip I have on her. I speed up, her body begging me for my cum as she rides the bliss of her orgasm.
I hold her in place as I bury my cock as deep inside of her as I can and come hard. It’s almost too good, almost painful, and fucking addicting. When I release her hair, I run my hand down her spine, loving the way her body responds to me even while basking in satisfaction.
As I sit down, I bring my woman with me, hating when I slip free of her wet heat and not giving a single fuck about making a mess. The only thing that matters is the woman in my arms, my woman.
She clings to me, our breath mingling and slowing as we enjoy the connection between us. The smile on my face is so wide that it almost hurts.
“You said you’re staying,” I rumble the words, disbelief lacing through them.
“I am.”
That’s it. She snuggles into me, but I lean over to open a drawer and point inside. “I was going to make a big announcement, and do this in front of everyone, but I can’t imagine you not having this right now.”
She sits up straighter and peers into the drawer like she’s not sure if something is going to jump out at her. I jostle her and grab her hips which makes her shriek and smack my chest in admonishment.
As she reaches inside, I keep my eyes fixed on her face. Her eyes widen when she feels the leather and then she’s quickly pulling it free to hold it up in front of her.
Tempest is embroidered on the front and the back where it says ‘Property of Mayhem’ is clear for everyone to see. She blinks up at me, tears filling her eyes that she tries not to let fall.
“You already know you’re it for me,” I tell her honestly. “I love you, Addyson. So damn much. I want it all, the future we dream of together, the one we’ll make a reality together. Will you wear my cut, be on the back of my bike, and enjoy this road with me?”
“Of course,” she breathes out, a few tears escaping and sliding down her cheeks.
I reach into the drawer and pull out a box. Her intake of breath when I open it and hold it between us tells me everything I need to know. The moment I saw the antique art deco ring, I knew it was the one for her.
“I can’t just have the club recognize what we are. I need us to be tied together in all ways. Will you let me slip my ring on your finger? Will you marry me and be my wife?”
“Yes,” her voice cracks.
I take her mouth in a kiss filled with the love I have for this woman. As if she can read my mind, feel my soul, she mumbles, “I love you, Briggs. I love you.”
“Fuck, Addyson,” my voice is husky, “I love you so fucking much.”
The need to slip my ring onto her finger, where it belongs, is overwhelming.
It takes me seconds to get the job done after we pull away from each other.
I’m about to slip her cut around her naked body, my cock hardening at the thought of it, when there’s a knock on my door while both our phones go off.
Our eyes meet, our faces wearing the same curious expression, when Duckie yells, “Might want to get out here Prez. Scythe and Tallulah just pulled through the gate in a cage.”
Addyson jumps off my lap before I can stop her to race into the bathroom while exclaiming, “Oh, does that mean Joplin is here too? Get dressed.” The door slams closed right before she groans, “Damn it, I’m all cummy.”
I fucking lose it. I’m laughing so hard when she comes out that it takes me a moment to pull my clothes back on. My eyes take her in as she does the same.
“I’m not sorry I made a mess of you,” I tell her honestly as I hold her cut up after shrugging on my own.
She looks at it, then the ring, and up at me with a big smile on her face. Sliding her cut into place on her shoulders is indescribable. It’s final, in a way that would have scared me before she came into my life. At the same time, this is a beginning.
“Come on,” she prods while grabbing my hand and tugging me along behind her.
Of course, if I wanted to, I could stop us. But why would I want to? This is too much fun.
It’s quiet when we step into the common room. Tallulah is standing there, shifting from foot to foot while Scythe watches her with amusement in his eyes and his daughter in his arms.
The moment Tal sees Addyson, her shoulders drop. And then she’s moving. Scythe follows and shoots me a look, but I already laid the reality out for him. He knows Addyson is mine.
“Holy fuck,” Tallulah gasps, “you’re wearing his cut.
Is that a giant rock on your finger?” My brothers gasp like fucking schoolgirls, and I roll my eyes while Tal looks around with wide eyes.
“Okay,” she holds out the word, “seems like we’ll come back to that after all proper announcements are made. ”
Tal’s focus shifts to my woman and then they’re hugging, the action containing so much relief it’s almost too much to witness.
“I’m okay,” Addyson promises her best friend as they release each other before correcting herself, “I’m more than okay.
You didn’t have to come all this way. You basically just had a baby. ”
“Who do you think you’re dealing with?” I watch as Tallulah holds my woman’s shoulders, their eyes locked and filled with glistening tears. “You better believe that I had our shit packed during a blessed nap, and then I told Scythe to get his ass in the car because I have a sister to check on.”
“Okay,” Scythe cuts in, “let’s not make it sound like you had to twist my arm. It might have been in a cage, but the open road with my girls? I was in, even if we weren’t checking on my little sister.” He plops their daughter into Tallulah’s arms and teases her, “Here, this will help.”
I snort out a laugh, and more than a few brothers join me. When Tal looks up at her Old Man, he winks at her and kisses her forehead. She melts against him and he glances around the lounge nervously.
I’m not the only one who notices with the way Addyson is narrowing her eyes at the man. I have a feeling he’s looking for Sin. Call it payback, if you want, but I’m not filling him in.
Addyson has no such hidden agendas and blurts, “If you’re worried about Sin popping up, don’t. She’s gone. Don’t know where, I wasn’t in charge of escorting her off the premises, but it happened.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” Scythe breathes out, his body relaxing while Tallulah rolls her eyes.
“I was looking forward to some drama, but fine,” Tallulah sighs before stepping closer to my woman, Joplin cradled in her arms. “I’ve been wanting to do this since she arrived,” her voice is thick with emotion and years of sisterhood as she looks down at her daughter, “Addy, it’s my greatest joy to introduce you to your niece, your god daughter, Joplin. ”
Addyson takes the baby into her arms gingerly and the moment she’s secure they both let out a sigh. And damn if that vision doesn’t knock me on my ass. In more than one way. Joplin is so small; it’s amazing and terrifying.
“You’ll be knocking her up soon, huh?” Scythe smirks as he elbows me, his voice low enough for only me to hear.
“As soon as she’s ready.”
I want it, badly. But I’m not in a rush. I’m more than okay with enjoying time with my Tempest.