Page 67 of Fury
“Yeah, she called into the wake, gave me a hug, got the guys to buy her some drinks and fucked off again. The original wild child. Reckon the only way she’ll settle is if someone ties her down. And so, it just leaves me. Guess Mamma Dot ain’t getting any grand bairns anytime soon.”
“Mamma Dot?”
“Aye, that’s what the lads all call her. She’s the bike club mam, the most committed to the club of the lot of us.”
I smiled at his tales of family and brotherhood. It warmed my outsides, yet I was as empty as ever inside.
“Jacob is the one you said would help me? Isn’t it?”
“You’re not just a pretty face,” Fury laughed, deep and manly and perfect. “Yeah, Jacob will help you.”
“Why?”
“Because Jake has to follow the law, no matter what, even if in the scheme of things, it wouldn’t deliver justice. He can’t see past anything else. It’s follow the law, or nothing.”
“Your lifestyles bother him, huh?”
“Yeah. And the bike club. He blames it for the father he never got to meet. In his eyes, if we hadn’t been part of it, our Da, our brothers, none of them would have died. He’s probably right, maybe they wouldn’t have. But maybe fate had that in store for them, anyway. If they hadn’t been part of the club, there wouldn’t have been anyone to step in and take care of us. Of mam. And that’s the difference for me. I belong here. This is my family. Indie, Demon, Magnet, Reap, Twit and Twat. Everyone.”
Maybe I was starting to understand, because right now, they were looking after me too. But I didn’t have time to process it as Fury slid off the steel bench, moving himself between my legs.
I didn’t wait for the kiss to come. I wrapped my legs round his waist and pulled him to me, my mouth already open, waiting for his tongue. He didn’t disappoint, his tongue dipping and swirling, chasing mine, our lips duelling, his hands pushing under my jumper, lifting it off over my head.
“Fuck,” he breathed against my mouth. “If I’d known you were braless, this would have been off earlier.”
His hands cupped my breasts, his fingers twisting my nipples painfully, a tingling, quivering heat radiating outwards. And then he pulled his mouth from mine and pushed his head into the middle of my chest, his breath warm against me, slowly sliding across, leaving a hot, wet trail as he dragged his tongue to the right, covering my nipple and sucking hard.
“Fuck,” I groaned, tightening my legs around his waist.
Fury stood up, his lips and tongue still sucking and plucking at my nipple, his hands under my arse, lifting and turning and carrying me across the kitchen until he backed me up against the huge fridge opposite. He dropped me to my feet, his mouth trailing down my stomach, reaching the waistband of my trousers.
“Take them off,” he instructed.
“Fury. Someone might come in.”
“No one’s coming in. They’re all too busy out there getting pissed.”
His fingers tugged, peeling my trousers away, hooking in the top of my knickers and pulling them down my legs with them, until I kicked them clean off, sending them scattering over the floor with my shoes, the tiles cold against my feet. Then he kneeled, nudging my knees apart, looking up at me. Fury pulled something from his wrist. A little black bobble, and for a moment I wondered what he was going to do with it. Then he drove his hands into his hair, pulling his hair back, and securing into that messy man bun on the top of his head.
“I want that leg over my shoulder, doll,” he instructed, his voice gravelly, pulling at my ankle.
I glanced again at the doorway.
“Eyes on me, Heidi. I want you watching while I feast on this sweet pussy, doll.”
And then he pushed his face into me, his beard reaching me first, prickling at my pussy lips, sending me wriggling away, the fridge at my back holding me still, as his tongue, slid over my entire entrance. Each swipe sank deeper, each movement scratching at the sensitive area between my legs. The area that was supercharged with anxious nerves as I leaned back against the cold steel fridge.
Chapter Thirty One
Heidi moaned loudly, the sound of her voice echoing in the cavernous, industrial sized kitchen. Her hips moving now, riding my face, screwing her clit into my beard with each swipe of my tongue or suck of my mouth. My beard was wet, her juices mixing with my saliva, trickling through the hair on my chin. She tasted amazing. A mix of earth and something else, like herbs. I glanced up, watching her own hands roam across her tits, pulling at her nipples, her hips rocking backwards and forwards, gasp and moans spilling from her mouth like she was possessed.
My cock was rock hard in my jeans, my balls on fire, and my tongue lapping on as she ground her cunt down on my face.
Movement to the right of me caught my eye. I snatched a glance at the jean-clad legs and the leather cut. I had no fucking clue from this angle which brother it was, but I pulled my hand from her thigh, pushing up my middle finger. For a moment, those legs didn’t move. They stood and watched as Heidi rode my face and teased her own nipples, oblivious to the extra set of legs in the room. I gesticulated again, waving the middle finger I’d originally presented to him, the denim legs walking backwards and the kitchen door slotting back into place. Fucker.
Above me Heidi’s rhythm quickened, her finger dancing now, one hand reaching for her clit. I pulled at her wrist, taking her hand away, alternating my assault between her pussy and her clit until she was gasping and shaking. The muscles in her thighs quivered around my ears, the leg hooked over my shoulder, jerking and shuddering. Her free hand went to my head, grabbing the topknot, pulling my face even closer, like she’d kill me with her cunt alone.
“Fury, Fury, fuck, fuck. Fucking hell,” her voice filled the kitchen as she came all over my face. My fucking greatest achievement yet.