4. Gator
Chapter four
Gator
I rest my head against the headrest for a moment and take a deep breath, hoping she’s already asleep in bed with our son so I can watch them for a few minutes before dragging my ass to bed, too.
Between dad getting shot, having to be the one to comfort Allie over killing that bitch when all I really wanted to say was good riddance, and now the love of my life barreling back into my life with a son I had no idea was mine, I feel like I’m about to snap.
I need some sleep before I can have a rational conversation about her place in my life, because make no mistake, this time she’s not leaving. I’ll keep her by force if necessary.
***
Past…
It’s early morning. The members of the club are either making their way to crash or have already headed home for the night.
We are lying in my bed at the clubhouse.
The black sheets are draped around her as she straddles my lap.
A dark contrast to her perfect skin, much like the tattoos on my arms and hands that always find their way to touch her smooth skin.
Her softness against my darkness makes her like sin personified.
The fan in the corner of the room works its ass off to keep us cool.
Emma and I have been seeing each other for a few weeks now, and ever since I got her under me for the first time a few days ago, we have been going at it like rabbits whenever we catch the opportunity.
“What do you think about me coming back for a visit sometime after the summer ends?” she asks as she sits up straight, rubbing her hands up and down my abs and chest. I take the hand I had resting on her hip, leave the one I still have squeezing her ass where it belongs, and tuck a strand of hair that has fallen forward out of the messy ponytail behind her ear.
“What makes you think I’m letting you leave Pet?” I ask with a smirk. This woman doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to be Mine. Once she comes around to that, I will make it official with the club and tie her to me for life.
She huffs at me like I just made some delusional statement.
“Be serious, Trey.” She smacks my chest lightly, rolling her eyes and throwing that fire around I love to fan.
Quick, I roll us over so I am on top of her, settled between her legs.
I lock her hands above her head and grind down into her already wet pussy.
I drag my nose along the column of her neck until I reach her ear. I bite her lobe and tell her the absolute truth drenched in a promise. “I’ll tie you to my bed and tattoo my name on your ass if you try to run from me.” And I always keep my promises.
***
Present…
I enter through the garage, kicking off my boots in the mud room before heading into the kitchen.
When you walk into the kitchen, you run into the huge center island before reaching the dining room and living room.
Emma wanted an open concept. On the opposite side of the house are the master bedroom, office, and bath.
I put the other bedrooms on the second floor.
Just as luck would have it, there’s my world, sitting in the living room I built for her.
Emma immediately turns at my entrance. “Trey, I didn’t think you’d be back tonight,” she says, a little too much attitude in her voice.
I did just run after seeing her and my son.
The thought does nothing to dampen my instant desire for this woman or my need to dominate her until she’s a sopping mess in my arms, radiating nothing but soft contentment in my hands. Mine!
“This is my house.” I all but growl. Seeing her in the house I built for her stirs a feeling I’ve spent years trying to suppress since I sent her away, possession.
The first month out was the worst. I would be lying if I didn’t think about putting a gun to Beaver and demanding to know where she was.
The man was like an uncle to me growing up.
He’s one of my brothers. But it still didn’t stop the thought.
The number of times I almost broke down and called her is astronomical.
How many times have I almost agreed to ride up with Beaver to visit her?
I kept myself in check and smothered all thoughts of ownership over this woman.
She was no longer mine to keep. Oh, but look how things change.
My pet is home now, with our son sleeping safely somewhere in our home.
Life finally gave me that break, and I’m going to take it.
I run my eyes up and down her perfect little body.
She’s gotten fuller since I’ve been away from her.
Motherhood looks good on her. I’ll have to work on knocking her up again at the first chance I get so I don’t miss anything this time.
I’m hanging on by a thread. I can feel my restraint about to snap.
“Yeah, I got that, but I figured you’d be out running from having to have an actual conversation with me all night.
” She snears. I feel my eyes trying to cross with irritation.
I scratch the side of my beard and take a deep, calming breath.
Who the fuck is she to get all high and mighty with me?
She kept the fact that we have a son secret from me for over three years.
Conversation, my ass. She gave away what was mine to a Rider and put her and my son in danger.
If anything, I should put her over my knee and spank her perfect ass until she can’t sit right for a week for not coming to me sooner.
A low growl rumbles in my throat. Then she has the audacity to stand there in a tank top and shorts so tight I’m sure they’re painted on.
Her eyes blaze with anger, and all I can think about is slamming her onto the nearest surface and fucking her brains out into next week, reminding her who the fuck she belongs to.
I wanted to do this the nice way. Give her time to acclimate to me being out of prison and to what that means for us as a family, while I come out to the club in the morning, about her being mine after a few hours of shut-eye.
But if this is the way my gorgeous woman wants to play it, I’m all up for option B.
Bondage. I smile at the wicked thought running through my head.
If my pet needs a reminder of her place beside me, I’m more than game to give her one.
“You really want to have this out right now?” I drawl, a sadistic smile tugging at my lips as I prepare for what is to come.
Emma crosses her arms over her chest, blocking my view of her hardened nipples and pissing me off even more.
“Yeah, I do, Gator.” She makes a point of using my road name, dragging it out with extra dissatisfaction.
“If Fijor and I are going to stay here, you can’t just be wondering in after fucking your flavor of the night at two am. ”
“Drop the attitude, pet.” My voice rumbles with bass.
Her eyes dilate at the nickname I use for her.
She drops her hands to her sides. Like the wonderfully strong-willed goddess she is, she squares her shoulders before muttering the words I’ve longed to hear.
She wants this just as badly as I do, but she’ll be damned before she admits it after I wrecked her world.
“Make. Me.” She punctuates each word, and like a gun firing at the races, I’m off. A growl erupts in my chest as I rip off my belt and charge toward her. She backs up, bumping into the back of the couch. I get right up in her face, wrap my belt around her neck, and pull it tight.
“What’s your safe word, pet?” I growl into her face, baring my teeth.
Her eyes roll back into the back of her head with a moan. Her mind and heart may not be ready to submit yet, but her body knows what I can do to her. “Pineapple.”
“That’s right. If you can’t speak, tap me three times, and we stop.
” I yank on the belt as I draw my knife from my jeans.
I flick the blade open, cut off her shorts in one swoop, then close the knife and put it back in my pocket.
I turn around and walk toward my dining room table, yanking on the belt.
“Come pet,” I growl, leading her to our destination.
“Trey, I don’t think we should be doing this. We have so much to talk about,” Emma stammers, but she follows me as I lead her, my belt wrapped around her beautiful neck, toward the dining room table where she will fill it with our children.
I pin her back to my dining room table, growling in her face.
“I know what my pet needs, and trust me, I need it just as badly. The only fucking words I want to hear from your mouth right now are moans of pleasure, yes or no to my questions, and maybe some begging. You know your fucking safe word, and I don’t fucking hear the word pineapple.
You’re mine, to do with as I please, pet.
Shit hasn’t changed since the first day.
We got off track, is all, but now Daddy’s home, and it’s time you learn your fucking place.
” I state matter-of-factly. She belongs to me, at my side as my old lady and the mother of my children. Mine to worship.
“Trey, please,” she says, making a weak attempt at protest. She’s not fooling anyone. She wants this just as badly as I do.
“That’s right, baby. You’re allowed to beg. Now, I have one question for you. Is Fijor my son, our son?” I correct.
“Of course he’s yours, you big bastard. Get off me.
” I see the hurt etched across her face.
She’s put on a brave front, but inside she’s drowning in sorrow, just as I have been for the past few years.
Her body bucks against mine. Anger flares in response to my question, but I also see guilt swirling in her eyes for not telling me about our son sooner.
I know I didn’t make it easy for her to contact me, but that’s a conversation for later.
We have a son. All this time, I thought she had moved on from me. So much time wasted.