17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Torrent took Monster and Shadow out the back door onto the grassy area they’d designated the dogs’ area. The Prospects were in charge of picking up after the dogs daily. The sun was cresting the horizon.
Last night, Cecilia had smiled and giggled with Sally and Willow at the table. When they went to bed, she’d thanked him for dancing with her. Her thanks and smile had given him a warm feeling in his chest.
Monster finished and came back to sit by him. Shadow was still looking for the perfect place. Torrent had realized quickly that taking the dogs out in the morning wasn’t a quick pee, but it was quiet out. Most everyone was still asleep.
The last brothers from the runs had come in late last night. Dragon had them meeting later today to go over how everything had gone. Torrent hoped that Fury had more information for them because Torrent didn’t know how to deal with Useless.
“Hey baby,” Jasmine cooed before her arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
Her touch felt wrong on so many levels. He grasped her hands, pulled them wide, and looking over his shoulder, stepped out of her arms.
“Not your baby. Get gone,” Torrent barked, staring at the Whisper.
“Now, Torrent. You look tense. You know my mouth can make you feel so much better. Let me take care of you,” she purred, trying to shake her hands loose from his.
“No. Get gone,” he ordered, hardening his tone. Was she dense or playing some game? She’d been a little overzealous before, trying to get him to take her back to his room, but this was different.
“You’re hurting my feelings. I’m sure as damaged as she is that she can’t be satisfying a man like you. She doesn’t have to know that I take care of my baby,” Jasmine insinuated.
Torrent clocked Harley walking out the back door of the clubhouse with one of the prospects. He walked over behind Jasmine.
“Thought you might want someone to take out the trash for you,” Harley offered.
Jasmine whipped around. “Are you calling me trash?” Jasmine screeched.
“Well, I’d call you a whore but that would reflect badly on all the nice whores. You need to leave Torrent alone,” Harley stated flatly.
Jasmine chuckled. “Oh, does the baby Prince of the club think he’s in charge?”
Torrent waited and let Harley take the lead. He was curious where this was going.
“Listen, I know that you have three available holes for the guys, and that’s great.
But this baby Prince—” Harley paused to pull a large knife from his pocket, “—doesn’t want Cecilia or Calliope disrespected.
You value that face the way it is, stay away from Torrent,” Harley warned, waving the blade toward Jasmine.
“Well,” she muttered.
“Yeah, that’s a deep subject, probably beyond your comprehension. As Torrent said, get gone. Go find an unattached brother to bother,” Harley directed, motioning with the knife toward the clubhouse door.
Torrent was tired of dealing with her. “Prospect, escort her to the clubhouse now.”
Torrent waited until they’d cleared the clubhouse door, then looked at Harley. “Thanks.”
Harley nodded, then watched the dogs with Torrent. “I want to help protect Calliope. I heard what happened to her.”
Torrent stared at his little brother. He’d held Harley minutes after he was born. He, Mav, and Willow had been surprised but pleased when Dragon and Sally had informed them of the pregnancy.
“Appreciate it,” Torrent said, slipping an arm around Harley’s shoulders. The Wilson girls had wormed their way into a lot of hearts since they’d come to the compound. Now, he just had to keep them safe.
“Do you think Mav’s awake yet?” Harley wondered. Torrent had to admit he was as excited as Harley to see what Mav’s reaction was to the video. Mav should have listened to Willow about the gummies.
At one in the morning, after Torrent had walked Cecilia upstairs to shower, he’d gone to the kitchen to replenish the drinks the girls liked in his refrigerator and saw Mav’s gummies had kicked in.
Mav had put on sexy music and decided to do a striptease with the stripper pole.
Torrent’s phone wasn’t the only one recording Mav’s antics.
After he’d finished, he’d bowed then passed out on the floor.
Torrent wasn’t sure who’d laughed harder—Dragon or Willow. Note to self: Torrent was staying well away from anything containing Willow’s Wish until the danger to his family was gone. He wasn’t giving up any control.
“Don’t know but looking forward to it,” Torrent grinned, whistling for the dogs to go in. Harley chuckled as they walked in. Yep, he couldn’t wait for Mav to see his video.
Cecilia handed the extra bacon from her plate to Calliope at her sister’s pouting face.
“You know there is plenty of bacon in the kitchen,” Cecilia pointed out.
“I know, but I didn’t want to have to get up,” Calliope admitted.
Harley, who was sitting by Calliope, got up and left the table.
Calliope turned to watch. “Why’s Harley leaving?” she asked.
Cecilia was pretty sure she knew exactly what Harley was doing. He’d been very protective of Calliope. Cecilia was thrilled because one more protector for her sister suited her just fine.
Willow walked in carrying a plate and sat down by Cecilia.
“Mav up yet?” she asked.
Torrent, who was on Cecilia’s other side, chuckled and shook his head. “Nope.”
Cecilia turned toward Torrent. Was he actually grinning?
“I’ve never seen you smile. You usually just smirk,” she teased.
“I smirk?” he challenged.
“Yes, you do. It’s that sexy way men let us know they think something is amusing while also still looking hot,” Willow interjected.
Cecilia giggled at the consternation flashing across Torrent’s face. She couldn’t tell if it was that his sister thought he had a hot look or that women in general thought that.
Harley walked back in and set a plate of bacon beside Calliope.
“Is that for me?” Calliope whispered.
“For you and to replace Cecilia’s she gave you. There’s plenty of food, and you’re part of the club now. You can have whatever you want, and if anyone says anything different, you come find me or Torrent, and we’ll fix it,” Harley assured her.
“Thank you,” Calliope said softly, taking five pieces of bacon.
Cecilia stared around and wondered how, in such a short amount of time, this place had become home. She’d thought that her marrying Torrent would be a means to an end for protection, but she and Calliope had been accepted into the family.
Sally walked over and leaned down. “Hey Calliope, I was ordering some new items for the clubhouse and wanted to get the animals some stuff. Would you like to come to my room and help me choose? You can bring your plate.”
Cecilia wondered what was going on.
“I’d love to,” Calliope exclaimed, jumping up. Sally picked up her plate.
“Mav’s up. We’ll be in our room until you come get us,” she added quietly, walking off with Calliope.
Harley chuckled, and Willow had a smile on her face.
Torrent was smirking, and she had to agree—it was hot.
“Cecilia, if you don’t want to see Mav’s dick, you shouldn’t watch the screen when it comes on, but honestly, you’ll only be delaying the inevitable. Eventually, you’ll see it at a party. He’s not shy,” Willow warned with a grin.
“Why will his dick be on the screen?” Cecilia asked, realizing that even though she’d been a nurse, that wasn’t a question she thought she’d ever ask.
“Because he didn’t listen to our sister warning him how potent Willow’s Wish was,” Harley snickered.
“I’m a nurse. I’ve seen so many dicks it’s not going to bother me,” Cecilia shrugged.
Maverick walked in with bed hair and headed toward the kitchen.
Cecilia glanced around, wondering when something was going to happen, but everyone was acting as if it was a normal breakfast. She did notice a large number of the bikers who had already finished breakfast and left were coming back into the room.
Maverick walked back in carrying his plate and a large cup of coffee. He sat in the seat Calliope had been in with his back to the screen.
He started eating, and then the screen flicked on.
Annie Lennox’s rendition of I Put a Spell on You started playing.
Mav walked into view on the stage. His jeans were undone with his hard cock sticking out.
He tugged his shirt off and slid his jeans and underwear down, throwing them toward the camera.
Cecilia bit her lip when he slinked toward the edge of the stage, his hips rotating, his hands running along his belly and up his chest.
The guys were all quiet as Mav stopped eating and turned toward the screen. His eyes widened, and he turned back to Harley.
“What the fuck? When was this taped?” he demanded.
“Last night,” Harley said.
The brothers had decided they’d been quiet enough, and the yells and cheers started.
“Oh yeah, shake that ass, Mav! Bravo, should we open a strip club? Maverick could be our main act. The ladies would flock to it,” Mammoth bellowed.
Maverick looked at the screen and turned back to the table. “I don’t remember any of that.”
Willow chuckled. “I believe I said that Willow’s Wish was potent, but oh no, Maverick wouldn’t listen to his sister and decided to take more than was suggested.”
“Fuck me,” Maverick groaned, resting his head in his hands.
Cecilia giggled. Seeing this big, tattooed biker blushing was hysterical.
“Oh yeah, you know you want this,” the Mav on the screen taunted, jacking his dick.
Torrent had moved from just a smirk on his face to a full-blown smile. He was hot when he was broody, but smiling, he was drop-dead gorgeous.
“Oh, here comes my favorite part,” Harley announced, leaning forward.
Maverick turned back toward the screen. The on-screen Maverick had hopped off the stage with his dick still waving and was close to Chey, shaking his dick in her face and dancing with his arms above his head.
He was humming to the music, but when the music ended, Maverick kept humming then started singing.
“Oh, oh, my cock has got it all. He’s hard and waiting for your lips. He’ll make you happy, I’m not lyin’. He can go all night, leave you wanting more. Now wrap your lips around him and take him slow,” Mav sang as he gyrated his hips.
As he sang the last, he stared at Chey, tilted his head to the side. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbled, then fell forward onto her and slid to the floor.
Laughter echoed in the room. Cecilia had to admit watching him dance and pass out had been funny.
Mav glanced around at everyone laughing. “You all suck,” he grumbled.
Harley and Willow were both laughing. Willow had tears on her face, and Harley was pounding the table.
“If you could quit laughing, maybe you could answer a question,” Maverick huffed.
Willow wiped her eyes and put on a serious face. Cecilia had a hard time not laughing at Willow trying to be serious.
“My dick was hard. Does Willow’s Wish make you hard?” he demanded.
His question had Willow chuckling again, and Harley joined in.
Maverick stared at Torrent.
“Whispers,” Torrent said.
“What about them?” Maverick pressed impatiently.
“You made them fluff you,” Torrent disclosed.
Cecilia wasn’t sure what fluff you meant. She leaned close to Willow, who was still wiping her eyes and trying not to giggle.
“What’s he mean, ‘fluff him’?” she whispered.
“A fluffer is someone on a porno who keeps the actors hard between takes,” Willow explained, still chuckling. Cecilia giggled. Who knew when she got up this morning that rather than obsessing over what had happened, she’d be giggling and laughing over Mav’s wild adventures.