Cambria #2
The result was a huge feast that everyone enjoyed, but also over ate.
At the moment, we had finished eating and were taking a break.
Everyone had been told they had to join in on the mingling, no hiding away.
This was primarily directed at Shadow, Smoke, and Everly.
Since there was only Pandora on the child front, she was placed in a bassinet in the common room.
She had the cutest baby earmuffs on to cancel out noise.
Dora slept away. I think she was exhausted from all the people holding her.
Needing to relax, I decided tonight I’d drink. I had no plans to get shitfaced drunk, as the guys called it, but I wanted to let my worries go for the night. When I told Shadow my idea, he whispered in my ear.
“We’ve not had drunk sex, yet. Just make sure you don’t go too far and pass out. I have plans for you after we’re back home.”
I shivered at the reactions those words and the soft growl he made at the end caused me. I nuzzled his neck, then up to his ear. “I promise that I’ll stay cognizant enough that you can take me to bed and fuck me however you want,” I purred.
“Christ, you’re gonna torture me, aren’t you?” he groaned.
“You bet your ass I am. Anticipation is good for you. Remember, it makes you get off harder,” I reminded him. A couple of nights ago, he kept telling me the same thing, as he had teased me with orgasm denial. I swore then I’d pay him back.
I was so into the conversation with others that when Shadow said he’d be back in a minute, I didn’t pay attention other than to nod. I knew something was up when those around me, including Sloan, the person I was talking to, grew quiet. Eyes shifted behind me, so of course I turned to see why.
Striding up to me, with something draped over his forearm, was my man. He came to a stop inches from me. His gaze bore into me. I glanced down at the object over his arm. It was folded and made of black leather. My mouth went dry. Was this what I thought it was? Oh God, please let it be.
“Cambria, I’ve been waiting to do this for days.
Tonight was about more than welcoming Undertaker, Sloan, Everly, and Smoke.
It was to present to you, my love, my lady, my twilight, this symbol of not only my love and commitment, but my protection of you.
I know you said yes already, but I have to ask again. Cambria, will you be my old lady?”
“Hell yeah, I will,” I uttered.
My remark made the crowd chuckle, and I saw his club brothers grinning and elbowing each other.
They wore proud expressions. Crap, I was coming to love this bunch of surly guys.
Shadow meticulously unfolded the cut. He held it up for me to see the back first. Along with the club’s emblem, it had Pagan Souls of Oconee, along with Property of Shadow on it.
Then, as everyone clapped and whistled, he motioned for me to come forward.
I stepped closer, then turned my back to him so that he could place it on me.
The leather's weight felt right, and its scent soothed me. When it was on, I glanced down at the front. And right above my heart was my club name. I wasn’t surprised that it read Twilight.
It was his main nickname for me, followed by Dark Angel. I was happy that he chose Twilight.
Abruptly, I was whirled around to face him, and then his mouth descended on mine.
It was a toe-curling kiss that kicked my desire up several notches.
When he unglued our lips, he pressed his crotch into me, letting me feel how aroused he was.
I licked my lips, then raised on my toes to whisper to him.
“Just you wait. I want you to fuck me in nothing but my cut later. Will you do that?”
His groan was anguished-sounding. His face twisted in an expression of pain.
“Fuck, yes, I’ll do it. But don’t make me wait too long. I could die from blue balls.”
I laughed and patted his cheek. His look warned me that he’d pay me back. I was counting on it. We were surrounded and congratulated by everyone, who gave back pats, kisses on the cheek, and hugs. By the time they were done, it was back to having fun.
Two hours later, there was rock music and some lighter heavy metal playing.
Voices and laughter were loud. The crack of balls on the pool table added to it.
I was up playing darts with Shadow, Stitch, and Chaos.
I wasn’t the best player, but I wanted to learn.
Thankfully, Shadow was an excellent player, so the score was close.
We played as teams. All three guys were good about coaching me and helping me improve my game.
We lost the first game, but Shadow and I had just finished the second one, and we won.
I hugged him as he twirled me around. That’s when I spotted through my loopy eyes that the club bunnies and a few hangers had entered.
I hadn’t noticed it was that late. I shrugged it away.
It didn’t matter to me as long as none of them bothered my man, which, after the thing with Eliza, they should know not to mess with him.
I was set on my feet. Shadow held me to steady me as my dizziness stopped.
“You wanna go home?” he asked softly.
A glance told me he was staring at the other women. I shook my head.
“No, I don’t want to go yet. I can’t avoid them every time they’re here.
I don’t see Eliza, so that’s good. I have my cut on.
That should surely be enough to deter them.
However, I am worried about Undertaker. Sloan doesn’t wear a property cut.
He wears a plain leather cut. Everly is wearing hers for Smoke.
What if one of them makes a move on Undertaker? ” I asked.
“If they do, they’ve either got more guts than most or are stupid. And if they don’t back off when he tells them to get lost, Sloan will chase them off,” he assured me.
He should know better than I do what would happen. I let it go as I asked the guys, “Do you want to play another game? It’ll be the tiebreaker. We can’t leave it as a tie.”
“I was about to demand one,” Stitch said.
“I’m game if you guys are,” Chaos answered. Shadow merely nodded.
In no time, we were taking turns toeing the line and throwing our darts. I was proud that my aim was improving. Meaning, all the scoring didn’t fall on Shadow’s shoulders. Chaos and Stitch were mockingly booing me for improving.
I’d finished throwing my dart and scoring a nice amount when, from behind me, I heard Sloan’s voice.
“If I were you, I’d get the hell away from him. He’s barely tame. You fuck with him, and he’s liable to bite off your hand. And if he doesn’t, I’ll break it. I know you heard him say he wasn’t interested and that he’s my husband.” There was a trace of menace in her tone.
I whipped around to see what was happening.
When I took in the sight, I should’ve known.
While I was caught up in playing darts, Eliza had slithered in.
She was standing close to Undertaker, who was standing tall and scowling.
Sloan was on one side of him, glaring across him at the hanger on the opposite side of him.
Eliza poked her bottom lip out like a petulant child who had been told no, they couldn’t have that candy.
“What’s with this place anymore? Every time I turn around, I’m being told that someone isn’t available.
The excuse is that he has an old lady or whatever you are.
I don’t see why that matters. He’s clearly a biker like the rest. Bikers love to have fun and fuck whoever they please.
If you’re his old lady, you should know that and accept it,” Eliza argued.
“I am a biker, but not in the sense you mean. And she’s my old lady and wife.
Like you’ve clearly been told by others here, the Pagans and I don’t cheat on our women.
As for bikers fucking anyone and everyone, that might be true for some when they’re single, but for us, not after we claim our mate.
If you want that kind of thing, go find a club that doesn’t honor their vows to their partners,” Undertaker gruffly instructed.
Eliza stomped her foot on the floor like a toddler.
“I don’t want to go anywhere else. I want to stay here.
Shadow is supposedly off-limits. I don’t believe it’ll stick for long.
She’ll either get a clue and accept it, or he’ll dump her ass.
I’m way better looking than her, and I can satisfy him sexually in ways she can’t even dream of,” Eliza sassily told Undertaker.
I was moving before she finished. By the time she was done, I was standing in front of her. I pointed my finger at her as I let my tirade go. It might’ve been the alcohol that caused me to do so without a second thought.
“What is it going to take to get this through your thick head? The men with old ladies, who include Undertaker and Smoke, are off-limits. You have plenty of great men left, although I have no idea why any would look at you twice. But I guess if all you want is a release, anyone will do. As for being prettier than me, maybe, but I know you can’t give Shadow what I can in bed.
That man of mine bellows my name and tells me all the time how I’m the best he’s ever had,” I bragged.
Her petulant expression shifted to outrage, then to anger. She slapped at my hand, but I moved it to avoid contact.
“Get your fucking finger away from me, bitch,” she barked.
“Make me,” slipped from my lips.
Immediately, a frustrated growl welled up and out of her throat, then Eliza lunged at me.
I might be feeling good, but I wasn’t drunk.
She had her hand up. It was open, so I assumed she was about to slap or claw me.
At the last second, I shifted, and she stumbled by me.
It had been intended to be a slap. Wheeling around so she was never at my back, I waited for her to say or do something else.
Eliza twisted around to face me. Her face was red. “What’s wrong? Too scared to stand and fight?” she hissed.