Chapter 9
Alessandra (Alex)
Startling awake as the vehicle comes to a halt has me glancing toward the man holding me tight. Goliath. I have never felt safer, even with the dull aches that are now shooting up my legs and hands. His palm is rubbing a steady pattern on my back through the blanket I am wrapped up in, and all I can think is that this feels right . As if we’re meant to be here, meant to be put together again for whatever reason. I know that we have only ever had a few minutes between us, but in the world I have grown up in, sometimes that is all you will ever need or have. If what happened all those years ago with Emily has taught me one thing, it is that you only get one shot at life and grabbing it by the balls and taking charge of any situation is how your life should be lived.
Glancing past him to the driver, who is focused straight ahead, I notice they both have on the same leathers. A rumble of laughter comes from the front seat before the driver speaks, “I didn’t know we were having a sleepover and hiding out at the North Pole, or I would've packed differently.” The driver takes one look at me and laughs again. “Oh, now I get it. You got an elf fetish, first that one back there and now this nice little old lady. You sure got a type, huh, Grandpa ?”
“Quit it with the fucking grandpa shit, Drake. I ain’t that much older than you. Me and Miller have been thick as thieves long before you were ever on deck as a swimmer in your daddy’s balls. Probably before your daddy’s balls even dropped, for fuck’s sake. And, although I ain’t been around for years, you know as well as I do that the Hell’s Jokers MC is and always will be my family. You vomiting so much shit about me is rubbing my dick raw.”
A giggle leaves me with this, but Goliath keeps going.
“And it seems to me I might have just gotten a reason for my dick to be in tip-top shape, so how about you shut the fuck up with that grandpa shit. Just ‘cause you got taken in to keep my PO happy, don’t think I’ll let that shit slide.” Goliath takes a deep breath and sighs before his hand squeezes my thigh. He adds on, “You be fucking nice to my Granny; she is one of the few good things I have left.”
Movement out the front windshield of the vehicle has my eyes moving quickly when I see a little old woman coming out of a cute, albeit small, house looking like it’s straight out of a seventies sitcom. The red robe she wears looks bright against the dull white of the house behind her, but the thing I can’t take my eyes off of is the candy-cane-striped fuzzy socks crawling up her thin legs. All this lady needs is a Santa hat or my elf hat I had on at the hospital the day this all started and she would be the perfect picture of the holiday season.
Even though it is night, the house is lit up like the sun, with rows and rows of Christmas lights hanging on every inch of the small home. Lord, I wonder what her electricity bill looks like during the holidays. I can’t say that I have ever seen anything quite like it, that is until the lights start blinking in the most obnoxious pattern. Oh shit, suddenly I am not feeling well . I turn my head into Goliath and take a deep breath of him, which does wonders to stop my stomach and head from turning.
“That’ll be Granny, baby. She might come off a little strong, but she means well. She's been waiting for me to bring someone to meet her since the time I brought home Sarah Ann Blanchert after a little too much to drink in high school,” he rumbles next to my ear, and a shiver heads up my spine as his breath reaches my neck with his words.
“Let’s get you inside, Alex, and cleaned up so we can play that round of Naughty or Nice before you get the answers to all those questions you've had running around in your head.”
Waiting for Drake to open the door, Goliath doesn’t miss a beat getting out with me still secured tightly in his arms. His quick strides have us in front of Granny in only moments. She is tiny compared to him, but I see the family resemblance quickly. Blue eyes and dark hair, their fair skin only marred by the sun here in Alabama.
“Well, Braxton, I didn’t think when I told you to find yourself a girl and settle down it would be within seventy-two hours. I can’t say that I don’t approve. She’s as cute as a button, although the cuts on her face lead me to believe they aren’t the only ones she has. You better go on up and get her into the bath and get her cleaned up. Then you bring her right back and let me have a good look at her.”
She motions up towards the house and then zeros in on Drake. “This youngin can come help me in the kitchen to get something nice cooking started for the lot of you while you go get her cleaned up and get her something clean to wear. We will have a nice warm meal ready to fill you up before you can explain what’s happened and why you are on my doorstep already. Not that I mind seeing you again so soon, especially with a girl, and not that one who was drunk as a skunk back when you were in high school. This one seems more than willing to put up with your shit and give it to you right back.”
She grabs Drake by the hand and starts dragging him into the house. “Come on, sonny boy. You can help this old lady out in the kitchen. I know... We can get some nice hot buns in the oven first.” She winks at me over her shoulder as she whispers, “And I’ll get to look at those nice hot buns of his while we do!”
My eyes widen with her words, and I can’t help the gasp that leaves my mouth. I want to be Granny when I grow up, I think.
My Hero!
Goliath
Granny has always been an odd duck; what the fuck was that shit about hot buns? It serves Drake right after the way he was ribbing me with that grandpa shit. I hope she doesn’t ride the kid too hard while I get Alex cleaned up. Carrying Alex straight through the house to the bathroom, I don’t want to think about what happened to her. I just want her to be safe, and she will be with me forever if I have anything to say about it.
Holding her tight, I turn the taps on and test the water before gently placing her on the yellow countertop. This whole house needs an update, and as soon as this shit with Wash is dealt with, it’ll be at the top of my to-do list. Unraveling the blanket tucked around her, I don’t stop until she is bare for me in every way. The goosebumps running up and down her arms have me wondering if she is in the right place for what my mind hasn’t been able to stop wishing for. My breath stutters when I take in the scraps, cuts, and bruises forming.
“Baby, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I know you're worried about your family, but Enzo and Dante are doing what needs to be done. They will send word as soon as it's over. Let me take care of you now and clean you up.”
She nods, and I slowly kneel between her legs. I find myself at the right height to peel the bra off her body. It gets a little tricky when I try to tug the panties down her legs. Having to move closer to her as I bring them down her legs, I notice a small amount of blood on them and stop in my tracks.
“Baby, did they...”
She meets my eyes before quickly dropping them to her panties, answering, “No, they didn’t. You got there before they had the chance, thank fuck. I’m probably getting my period. You don’t need to take care of me; I can do it.” Rolling her hands together, she tries to hide herself from me.
“Stop, Alex.” Counting to ten in my mind, I take a deep breath before continuing, “There is nothing that will come between us right now. I’ll proudly earn my Red Wings with you right here and now. But if that isn’t something you are in the right mind for, say the word, baby.”
“Goliath, I haven’t thought of anything else since the parking lot. Please…” she almost moans as my name rolls out of her mouth. And I just can’t stop myself from getting a taste of her.
Slowly pushing myself further between her legs, I finish peeling her panties down. Tossing them towards the trash, I raise up to my feet and scoop her back into my arms. “Let's get you cleaned up then, so I can get you nice and dirty again.” Turning towards the now full tub, I gently place her inside and move to switch the taps off.
Moving back towards her face, I can’t help but reach out and slowly grab her chin in my hands, turning her face up towards mine. “I don’t know if I can be gentle with you, but I sure as fuck will do my best to try.”
“Goliath—”
“Braxton, baby. When we are here like this, call me Braxton.”
“Braxton, please,” she pleads as she starts rubbing her thighs together, making my cock grow more, if that's even possible.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, and then you will have me the way you want.” My hands move on their own for the soap and washcloth, moving gingerly over her bruised skin to clean the dirt off her. Grabbing the cup off the sink, I fill it with water before tilting her chin back, pouring the water over her head. A hiss comes from Alex as I do so, and I stop my hands from tightening into fists. Those fuckers are lucky they are dead, or I wouldn’t stop until they had a long and glorious few days at the shack with me. “I know it sucks when you’re all busted up, but you’ll feel better when I get you outta the tub and into my bed.”
Alessandra (Alex)
My eyes light up with the thought. I can’t believe we are here, together, and seemingly in the same mind about what is happening between us. I know that I couldn’t think of anything except him, even so much as to have a wet dream that Enzo had the pleasure of walking in on.
As Braxton lifts me onto my feet, he pulls the plug out of the tub. He grabs for the showerhead and turns the taps on. He checks the temperature before slowly rinsing all the bubbles off my body. As he does this, his free hand is slowly moving around my body. When he gets to my pussy, his fingers are a little too thorough, and I can't help the moan that leaves my lips.
“Let’s get you dried off and in my bed, baby.”
He pulls the fluffy towel from the rack and starts moving it slowly over my body, only causing more moans to spill from my lips. “Braxton,” I plead as his hands softly move over my body. When the towel moves over my nipples, I can’t contain another moan that rips through me. “Take me to bed and fuck me already.” I stare straight into his eyes as I say it.
“As you wish, baby.” He bends down and picks me up like I weigh nothing more than a feather. Moving quickly, he places me on the bed in the next room with so much gentleness I can’t believe it came from this big biker. “Fuck, look at you. Even with the bruises and scrapes, you are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I haven’t stopped thinking about you and your hot pussy since the last time. I’ll try to be gentle, but fuck, I don’t know if I can.”
“Fuck it,” I say, reaching for his rock-hard cock. “I don’t want gentle. I need you inside me this fucking instant.” I’ve never had a man look at me like he does, and it does something to me. I watch as he quickly removes his boots, followed by his T-shirt with that one-handed move hot guys have down pat. Next, the belt buckle and the sound of it being pulled through the loops. Jesus, it is my undoing.
I scramble up and start helping him with his jeans, not being able to hold back from waiting for him inside me again. I climb him like a monkey and find myself impaled on his cock in the next second. The stretch is nice, and he only gives me a moment before he adjusts me in his arms and starts ramming into me. I tighten my legs around him but don’t think he needs the help supporting me.
Taking a few steps, he has me backed up against the door the next minute, and his thrusts don’t stop. I hope this room is soundproof, as he claims, because in the next minute, my screams won’t be able to be held back. He joins in with a few himself and then moves us back towards the bed. As he is laying me out on it, I hear a scraping sound and glance towards the door we were fucking against, watching in horror as it swings open.
Fuck My Life!
“Oh, look! I want to let you two know dinner is ready, and whatever might be happening up here? Braxton, when I asked you to make me a great-grandbaby, I didn’t think I would be in the room for the conception. It’s not a story that I can bring up at church, young man. Why don’t you finish up and get on downstairs so we can eat and talk.”
“Fuck!” We both comment in sync as the door is pulled closed behind Granny.
“I heard that, and now I don’t know if either of you deserve the dinner that nice young man and I have been making for you.”
I glance into Braxton’s eyes, and his lips curl up at the edge. “Well, at least we know Granny is supportive of us being together, she did let us finish up and all.”
“Are you serious right now?” I know that he is, as he starts pumping into me again without missing a beat. He even goes as far as moving his hand down to rub my clit to help speed me along.
“You heard Granny; she wants a great-grandbaby, and it so happens I am in the right place to give it to her, so why the fuck not.”
“What—” I can’t continue the thought as his strokes pick up pace and an orgasm I didn’t feel coming hits me like a freight train.
“Well, dinner should be entertaining, at least.” We mumble to each other as we get dressed and head down to what I am guessing is gonna be one hell of a meal.