Chapter 13
Morgan Jane Mitchell
M organ Jane Mitchell
Alessandra (Alex)
I join a very stoic biker on the bed. Paying no attention to me whatsoever, Braxton continues to stare blankly at the ceiling, lost in his own world.
“What’s wrong, Brax?” With a slight grimace, I lift a strand of my hair to my nose, hoping I don’t detect any hint of vomit. Nope, all clean from my shower, even if it reeks of peppermint from the Christmas-themed shampoo. My mouth tastes fresh, but also a bit weird, from Granny's gingerbread-flavored toothpaste. Drawing a deep breath, I’m met with yet another fragrance: pumpkin rolls being baked in the clubhouse.
Luckily, it doesn't make me sick this time, as it did when Braxton was at church. I smile as I hear Mariah Carey playing, wondering how the bikers are managing Granny’s stringing lights on the bar.
Granny not only packed a bag for me, as Braxton insisted we join him at the Jokers’ MC, but she also brought along as much of her Christmas as she could fit in Miller's truck. The fact that I have now also put a sweet old woman in danger eats at me. But I shove the thought away and let the robe that resembles Santa's coat slide down from my shoulders to pool around my waist.
Braxton, this mountain of a biker, buck naked, in all his glory, is hesitant for once, even when he sees my bare breasts. However, the way his hands clutch the ridiculous reindeer sheets, a gift from his granny, reveals his unmistakable longing.
I utter the magic words that never fail: “Fuck me.”
His lips pursed, he tilts his head to meet my gaze and stares into my eyes. His blue pools soften. “Alex, the doctor said you’ve been through a lot, and she ain’t wrong. The kidnapping. That bruise on your thigh is so purple, it's practically black.” His hand glides up my leg, pushing aside the robe.
Damn, my bruise looks terrible. Yeah, it stings as well. Fuck, at the moment, I really don't care. I bite my lip, consumed by a desperate desire for him, wanting to feel every inch of his cock inside me.
“The doc said you gotta rest up,” Braxton's voice rumbles. “I was so rough before. What if I…?”
As I take his calloused hand, I give it a gentle squeeze before delicately placing it over my heart. “The doctor also said everything is fine.”
Braxton gently cups my breast, his thumb tracing soft circles over my tight areola.
Sighing in pleasure, I watch his large fingers quiver. I look back at his face as his features turn dark with desire. As I inhale deeply, a sensation of wetness and tingling builds between my thighs, making me wriggle uncontrollably. Man, I can't resist this hot daddy. I need him to fill me up.
“We’ll be careful. You’ll be gentle,” I try.
“No…” Braxton takes his hand away.
Feeling rejected, I turn my back on him.
He speaks with strain. “Alex, I can’t be tender. I’m ready to pound your pussy so hard, we’ll break this bed like we almost did my other bed the last time… Look, I can't risk hurting you or the baby, plain and simple.”
I snap my neck around. He’s super serious, and it’s kinda scary. Reaching out, I touch his beard, which has gotten bushier since I first met him, before I crawl over to nuzzle him. Snuggling into his rock-hard side, I flip the robe to the floor. We’re both totally naked as I lay my head on his perfect chest and hear his heart pounding.
“Why are you all sprawled out like this if you aren't planning on fucking me?” My fingers lightly graze his impressive abs as I pose my question.
“Like what?” Braxton likes to give me a hard time.
“Showing off the North Pole.” I talk about his massive boner as I resist the urge to grab it. “Thought you were ready to play naughty or nice.”
“Wanting to ain’t the issue here. Believe me, I've been fantasizing about it, but your papá’s words got me pondering things.”
“And what did he say?” I ask what I’ve been dreading. There’s a reason I jumped in the shower while Braxton spoke with Papá. “And more importantly, what all did you tell him?”
“Everything,” he says, point blank.
I react with a horrified gasp. How could he? My parents know I’m pregnant.
“Alex, baby, I ain’t dumb. I ain’t lying to the head of the mafia. I want to be around to watch our baby grow up.”
Blowing out a breath as if I'm in labor, I brace myself. “And?”
“Your mamá’s ecstatic.”
Imagining Mamá already organizing the nursery and christening, I grin against Braxton's chest. Her utmost desire is for me to embrace the same lifestyle as hers—being a full-time mother, devoted wife, and matriarch of the family. “And Papá?”
“Your papá shouted some words I ain’t never heard before. But I got the meaning all the same.”
It's never good when Papá speaks Italian. “He’ll come around.”
“He chilled out and thanked me for saving you. Said if I wish for his blessing, I’ll send you back to him while we handle our problems here, and he’ll keep his precious daughter protected."
My breath catches. I don’t want to leave. I raise my head to argue. “Was I out of danger in New York? Their hideout won't be safe for me either. This is so much bigger than Papá realizes. Carlo possesses a vast amount of knowledge. He’s in the famiglia , my papá’s trusted brother. Nobody knows what all Papá has said to him without thinking. And how do we know who’s really backing Carlo? My parents might not be as secure as they believe.” I can picture my papá accidentally revealing the location of Mamá’s secret cottage to Uncle Carlo at some point. I panic, knowing I need to talk to my cousin Enzo.
Just as I try to pull away, Braxton’s arm circles around me, drawing me closer. “I couldn't agree more. And that’s why your folks are coming to ‘Bama to hang out with you.”
Holy shit. “To the clubhouse?” My parents are used to finer accommodations, but I don’t dare say that to Braxton. He and his granny have been so hospitable.
“Nope, your papá said he's staying at your place.”
That made more sense since he pays for it. It's nicer than anything I can afford as a law student. To be honest, it will probably be nicer than what I can afford when I work at a firm. Obviously, I’m not including my trust fund in that.
Braxton’s silence allows me to gather my thoughts. I briefly struggle to comprehend the countless unanswered questions brewing in my head. When it comes to college, I’m aware that I'll have to apply for a medical leave since I won't be able to attend my finals. My education is too important for me to jeopardize. I’m determined to complete my degree according to my original plan. Braxton and this pregnancy don't change the fact that I still want my own life, my own dreams. Nevertheless, deep inside, I’m certain that this biker and a baby are what I want for my future, away from the famiglia . But am I truly willing to be separated from my family when there's an infant involved? Braxton and I have a lot to talk about, but I focus on what's urgent.
There’s something he’s not saying.
“I take it I’m going to stay at my apartment too?”
He blows out a sigh of relief as I guess right. “Granny, too. The club members will stand guard until we settle this. Miller’s correct about one thing. Even though I want you close to me, I can’t take you to a shootout.”
“Why can’t you leave me here?”
“Wash knows the clubhouse too well, and I ain’t sure who else he got to. You’ll be safer at your apartment. It’s agreed.”
“Is that what you discussed in church?” I ask, my voice high.
“Alex, I ain’t talking about church with you. It’s club business.” Brax’s brow furrows. “There’s so much for us to discuss, about my lifestyle and your place in my world.”
“My place?” I sound as offended as I feel.
“You’re my woman, Alex, and the club has rules,” Braxton says through his teeth.
“I already told you. I may have wanted to get away, but this one last time, I have to be Alessandra Allegrini, Lorenzo Allegrini’s daughter and future head of the famiglia . I can’t cower and hide. I have to save my family and avenge my friends. Why won’t you let me flush out Carlo? I can help.”
“And I told you, you won't do anything crazy to put yourself and the baby at risk.” Braxton’s so annoyed he’s growling. His voice goes deep, and he carefully chooses his words. “Because I can’t lose you. Your papá more than agrees with me. No chance we’re using you as bait. He’s got some guys with him he still trusts. Between them and the Jokers’ most faithful members, you, Granny, your mamá, and our little peanut will be safe. The plan is for Miller, Drake, and me to go after Wash, Dawg, and Rabbit, and your papá after Carlo and his men, but honestly, they’re all the same. The Jokers’ enemies, hell, some of our brothers, are working for your uncle. So, the Jokers are going to team up with Lorenzo Allegrini to take out the trash.”
Between my parents knowing about the pregnancy and Braxton teaming up with my papá to exclude me, I'm not happy with the plan, to say the least. I’m being left out. I say as much, trying not to raise my voice, but I’m trembling.
Braxton lays a soft kiss on my forehead before speaking against it. “You were already in a tight spot when we first bumped into each other. Are you down to do it all over again with our baby on board? Can't you simply have faith in me? Just trust that the club has a plan, and I can keep my woman safe. Give me a chance to prove to your papá I’m able to look out for you.”
Since he puts it like that with so much passion in his voice, I nod my head.
Braxton smirks a little when I submit and goes on, “Once I hung up, I informed Miller of our revised strategy. But, yeah, I was just lying here, knowing your parents’ jet is about to land. They’ll be expecting you soon. This evening. I was invited to come eat with y'all later. Then I have to hit the pavement. I gotta trust my brothers to keep you safe while I handle my club duties. You can count on me. But time’s running out. Alex, I want you…”
His words shoot tingles all over me. I run my hand down and wrap my fingers around his hard cock, my body melting at the feel of the steel against my skin. I crave Braxton inside of me and pump my fist to encourage him.
He seizes my wrist, making me stop. “I want you to know what you mean to me if I don’t make it back.”
Damn, I’m doused with cold water. I shift my palm from his cock to his heart, feeling a deep ache in my chest at the idea of losing him. “You’ll definitely return,” I argue, trusting my biker. “I hate to admit it, but the way you saved me reminds me of the only man I’ve ever truly looked up to. You’re a force, and as unstoppable as my papá. I prayed for you to save me, and you did. I have faith you'll come back to me.”
“Alex, there's more to it than just death. I'm on the hook… on parole. The fuzz gets a whiff of what’s going down, and I find myself back in the slammer. There's a ton you don't know about me, and it's time for that to change.” Before I can even ask questions, he spills out his life story.
I’m all ears as Braxton shares his heartfelt tale—his mom dying in a car accident when he’s nine years old, his Granny and his Gramps stepping up, and the struggles he’s faced. Miller and he get mixed up in a murder and make some hard choices. Decisions I never have to make in my cushy existence. Choices that lead them to the club and eventually land poor Braxton in prison for seven years to save one of his brothers from a lifetime behind bars. He gave up a lot for his buddy. Then he talks about his Gramps dying while he’s still incarcerated. It all brings tears to my eyes.
After dropping all of that, the biker gets up from under me and swings his legs over the side of the bed. The mattress shifts under his weight. Watching him push up effortlessly, all muscle, it’s not surprising he’s just out of prison. I admire his broad back, inked with the large three-piece patch of the Jokers MC. For the first time, I notice that some of his tattoos aren’t as nice as the others. No mistaking those, now.
Bending at the waist, he grabs the robe off the floor, giving me a glimpse of his glorious butt. My mouth twitches at the stunning sight. He stands tall, and damn, his cock is even more magnificent. I can’t take my eyes off it. But I give it a shot, considering the topic. I blush when I meet his raised eyebrows as he notices me drooling.
Sure, Braxton’s a bit older than anyone I’d usually go for. His brother, Drake, might tease him, but only the gray lightly peppering his beard hints at his age. Well, that and maybe that his deep blue eyes look like they’ve seen some shit. His body—God, his body—is pure power. There’s no question why he’s called Goliath.
He slips his arm through the robe, and that’s when I see it—a Christmas tattoo. A tiny gingerbread man with the name Granny hidden on his side near his armpit. A hardened-as-hell biker with jailhouse ink with a cookie for his grandma, that about sums up Braxton. Tough but sweet underneath. His eyes are everywhere but on me, and I realize I haven’t said a word since he opened up.
We have so much in common. Just like me, he had his childhood taken away. In a hurry, I tell him about poor Emily’s untimely death at age ten, and how I somehow survived. “It was a warning to my papá. Not even my youth would spare me from our enemies. My parents granted me rare permission to have a normal night, allowing me to attend a sleepover and later a birthday party. Unfortunately, Emily ended up paying the price. Since I’m Alessandra Allegrini, Lorenzo Allegrini’s daughter and his designated heir, destined to lead the famiglia in the future, Papá never allowed me to live a normal life afterward. I’ve been on high alert my whole life because of my family.
“That’s where my training you were asking about originated—an entire lifetime spent on the edge. Years of instruction that I took to heart, so what happened to Emily never happened to anyone again. My home became a prison. Fuck, I got so tired of looking over my shoulder. Once an adult, I broke out, left the famiglia to have my own life, but I still have to watch my back. Even in fucking Alabama, a name change can't save me. I can’t escape who I am. I was so lonely because no man can handle the danger of being with me... Not until I met you.”
Goliath
Getting up, I lift the Christmas robe from the floor. Granny bought it for me, so it’s big enough. I put it on and make a great Santa, similar to how I looked when we first met. As Alex pours her heart out, I’m taking it in, I really am, but I want nothing more than to claim her. Fuck her cares away. But I also know that I have to be careful. The doctor went on and on about stuff I don't fully understand, saying it’s still early in the pregnancy. Basically, she needs to take it easy if she's spotting. And I ain’t sure I can go easy on her. So, I’m going for the naughty alternative.
On the bed, my woman watches me in awe, nibbling her bottom lip as I tug the red and white material around my body. When I don’t attack her right away, she parts her pretty lips to complain. “Braxton, what are you doing?”
“You’ll see,” I tell her as I tie the robe, covering up my physique. “Have you been a good girl this year?”
She frowns as my dick disappears. “Yeah, but I wanted to visit the North Pole.”
Shit, seeing her pout makes me want to blow my load down her throat. The sight of Alex, completely naked, stretched out on my bed, is the best damn present I could ask for. I touch her cheek and run my thumb over her plump lower lip, picturing sliding my cock between her perfect teeth. “Oh, you’re going to visit the North Pole. And Santa will come down your chimney. But Santa's gonna hook you up with a gift first.”
With a flutter of her lashes, Alex flashes a wide smile. “Is it a big package, Santa Daddy?”
Fuck, my dick’s throbbing. I resist the urge to slam into her with every ounce of my being. Damn, I’m so impatient for all this shit to be over so I can flex her at the club. I told Miller she’s mine, and I can’t wait to make it official in front of my brothers.
Leaning over her, I capture her lips first, kissing her just as she deserves to be kissed. Slow and deliberate, my tongue pumps into her mouth how I wish my cock could thrust into her pussy. While our mouths battle, my mind wanders to the deep connection we share, the stolen innocence of our youth, the unjust prisons, and her fierce need to save her loved ones.
My woman is strong and stubborn. But so am I. There’s no way I’m losing the best thing that's happened to me, and I’ll be damned if she puts herself in danger. She’s in the dark that I’ve clashed with Miller about it. He agrees using her as bait could do the trick. Even if he swears we’d protect her, it’s the wrong move. I know it. Just like long ago, on that fateful night, we got caught, and I did a seven-year stretch in prison. Something’s off.
This time, I gotta go with my gut. I’ve never fought Prez on anything, but the stakes are too high. Thank God Miller is a good friend and has given me the final say. The thought of losing Alex and our future makes my chest tighten. As it dawns on me, I smile into her mouth. I love this woman.
Right as I’m about to tell her, she cuts in and begs, “Please, Santa Daddy. Come down my chimney.”
Alex’s body twists beneath me, her neck all tingly from my kisses as I work my way down to her tits. I bite her nipples, but she yells out, her boobs sore from the pregnancy. Her cry just makes me want to hear her scream even louder when she’s feeling better.
I’m dying to taste her.
I drop to my knees, pushing her thighs wide, and take a second to admire her laid out, all spread-eagle and waiting for me to do my thing. Damn, she’s hot as hell, with a smooth and waxed kitty, all prepped for this. I lean in, giving her pussy a good lick, and she’s stroking my hair, making those sexy sounds that make me go wild. I tease her clit, flicking and sucking, while my fingers slide in, stretching her silky walls. She gasps as I push deeper, hooking my digits, stroking her on the inside, and I can tell she’s already close, ready to give in.
Fuck, I ain’t letting her finish just yet. I remove my fingers and dive in, extending my tongue into her hole, teasing her tender flesh with my teeth. She tenses for a second, then melts into my mouth, giving in to the pleasure. Her taste is something else, salty and addictive. Alex is breathing hard, imploring me to end her.
I’m eating her pussy like it’s my last night alive. It ain’t just about making her feel good; it’s about taking control, compelling her to submit to me. Each lick, each suck gets more intense, building toward the climax she’s hunting. My cock is a ticking time bomb, but this isn’t about me at the moment. It’s about ensuring Alex receives what she needs.
As I keep working her swollen clit, I feel the power take over me. She’s right there, but I’m not ready for her to let go just yet. I give her sweet spot a lashing with my tongue, nibbling gently, making her gasp and moan even louder. Her body’s tensing and relaxing, and I drive two fingers into her dripping pussy again, feeling her shake as she tries to hold off.
Bucking and grinding, Alex nearly rips my scalp off, screaming until she finally lets go. I raise my head to watch her come. She gets all shaky when I take my hand away, and we stare at each other, me licking my lips and fingers clean of her juices. She’s a hot mess, panting and twitching from the aftershocks. It’s a beautiful sight. I give her a second to catch her breath.
She’ll need it because we’re just getting started.
I toss a pillow under her knees as Alex drops in front of me like she knows exactly what’s coming. As I undo the Santa robe, she looks up at me with that glazed-over expression, mouth hanging open, practically begging for it.
“Ready for the North Pole?” I grin down at her.
She smirks, licking her lips like a hungry cat. “Yes, Santa Daddy.”
“If a smokin’ elf like you can handle it,” I tease, knowing full well she’s about to blow my mind.
A challenge lights up in her eyes, and I know I’m in for a wild ride.
My woman takes me in, her mouth all warm and slippery. Fuck, I want to lose it right away, but I hold back. She’s driving me crazy with those slow strokes. Fuck, Alex is playing with fire, and every strike of her tongue on my sensitive head adds more gasoline.
As she keeps going, she gets bolder, more aggressive, practically eating my cock. She looks right at me, daring me to catch up. Not gonna give in that easily. I jerk her skull back, tangling my fingers in her hair.
“Baby, you ready for Santa Daddy to come down your chimney?” I grunt, barely asking because I already know she’s all in by the way she’s slurping my dick down.
“Mmm hmm,” she mumbles, her mouth full, and I can feel the back of her mouth tightening around my tender tip. My naughty elf is allowing me to take control.
I pause for a moment before sliding my shaft deep into her throat, little by little. She holds back a gag, letting me go even further, her tonsils brushing my cock. It takes everything I’ve got not to shatter instantly.
Alex’s eyes are on me, and she nods, saying she wants more. She’s all in, and I’m not stopping now. I grip her head tighter, pushing down slow, feeling her throat squeeze around me as she takes my cock deeper. Fuck, I thrust hard, and she freaks out for a sec, but then she's relaxing till her lips reach my pubes.
And she’s not saying a word.
We freeze like that, stuck together for a moment, and then, surprising the hell out of me, Alex shifts again, sucking and bobbing, working my dick like she's on a mission. It’s everything I can do to hold back, my balls pulsing. I'm struggling to stay in control.
But I’m done waiting.
As she keeps going, taking me deeper each time, I can’t help but think about how amazing it’ll feel when I finally shoot her with hot cum. The sight of her, all sweaty and glistening, my cock buried in her face, makes me lose it. My head falls back, eyes shut. I groan low as I shudder.
Giving one last push, I fill her throat up with my load. Alex purrs softly, as if she’s relishing every bit, gulping me up, emptying me out. I flop onto the bed, struggling to catch my breath, and she pops off me, grinning.
“Fuck,” I rasp, still gasping for air. “You’re one hell of a naughty elf.” Glancing at my watch, I frantically check the time. Fuck, that was so good, I no longer know what day it is.
“Is it time to leave already?” Alex asks as she wipes her lips.
“We’ve still got some time. Our naughty games are far from over.”