Page 77 of Bedlam
“Fuccccckkkkkk, Biker Bitch, that fucking mouth of yours.” I groan long and deep the longer he uses his throat to jerk my cock. It’s something I’ve never felt before. Tears fall from his eyes and spit leaks from his mouth the more he chokes on me. The door creaks open and my eyes connect with sparkling green ones.
“Well, damn. I picked the wrong time to come in here.” She stammers, trying to leave the room quickly, but she can’t seem to take her eyes off my hooded ones. If these two weren’t siblings, I’d have her sit on my face again. Ry releases my cock and slips off my length.
“Oh, hey, Little Big Sister. I hear congrats are in order.” Ry says, gesturing her to come closer for a fist bump.
“Shut up, but yes. You’re going to be an uncle. But I didn’t mean to interrupt you guys. I’ll go hang out with Ryker and Slash, you guys can carry on.” She says, but not before gripping my cock and slowly jerking it towards Ryder's face.
“Be a good boy and open your mouth Little Brother. Take his dick down your throat and swallow hard around him. It’s his favorite.” She commands with a wink, using her other hand to shove Ry’s mouth down my length.But wait, holy shit, either she’s remembering or she’s been watching me and Jay.
“Fuck, Babygirl. You better get the fuck out of here before I make shit weird, because I’m ready to have you sit on my face.” I warn, and she shakes her head.
“Have fun, boys.” She says with a wave as Ry sucks me so fucking hard down his throat that I see stars as that familiar tingle races up my spine and I’m nutting so hard with his name spilling from my lips. My whole body shivers as I come down from my orgasm. He pulls me out slowly and gets to his feet. Cupping my face, he brings his lips to mine, letting me taste myself. I moan into his kiss before he pulls away.
“Officially my Biker Bitch?” I ask and he smiles wide, shaking his head.
“Yes, yes I am.” He admits and I laugh.
“Alright, well, back to business, is everything in place for tomorrow?” I ask, and he nods.
"Yes, we will deliver everything to the house in the morning, then we will set up and kaboom," he exclaims and I nod.
“Good. The faster we get it over with, the better. I want out of The Ace's clutches as fast as humanly possible.” I say as he rubs slow circles on my back.
“Well, we are ready. Let’s go get Jade and get the fuck out of here.” He suggests, and I nod.
“Round two at home?” I ask with a grin and he winks.
Damn, how’d I get so lucky?
fifty-three
Cold February Air
Jade
Last night, after leaving the Clubhouse, Spade and Ryder went to do their own thing. Big Man was at The Mill doing some office work that he refused to talk about, so I went to bed after flipping Jameson the finger as I walked up the stairs. The growl that left that man's throat was invigorating and I truly love pissing him off. He wasn’t lying when he said he likes to fuck me while I sleep, because two nights in a row, I’ve woken up to him between my legs with a knife, slicing down my thighs, licking up the blood from each cut and spitting it onto my clit as he made me cum repeatedly on his face. Which only meant I fell asleep and slept so fucking hard after, that when I woke up, I didn’t know where the fuck I was. It took me a second, but I felt so fucking rested despite the nausea and red marks all over my body. He marks everywhere except for my belly.
When I finally made it downstairs this morning, there were prenatal vitamins, freshly squeezed orange juice, fruit and toast waiting for me. My heart swooned a little knowing they took the effort to make sure I was taken care of. They even left me a note letting me know they would be back soon, that I needed to be ready to go with them to place the bombs around the school. I only want to go to get my fucking pistols I left in the safe, along with any money I had hidden under the floorboards.
While I was at the Clubhouse, I found out how much a piece of shit Kayla truly is and how Ryker didn’t even know he had a child. Ryder told him the details, and now they are hunting for her, Slim, and the baby. I told him about Flynn and what my first order of business is and he has no problem with it as long as his son is safe. He also slid me a check from my–Big John's will for two point five million dollars that I cannot touch until I am married or twenty-five. Whichever comes first. Technically, according to Spade, we are already married, hence why Ryker handed me the check and not just a file of information. They also left the bar for me to decide what to do with later. Ryker inherited the Club and the mechanic shop where Ryder got the main house, the three safe houses, all the money left in the bank accounts, and safety deposit boxes. Even though I got the most, everyone’s inheritance damn near equals that, and my brothers don’t give a shit.As long as they have a place to rest their heads, they could give two fucks.
The front door opening lets me know the guys are back. I take my vitamins and down my OJ, reveling in the tangy taste as the pulp flows down my throat. I moan as I place a strawberry in my mouth, biting down on the plump fruit. Strawberries are my favorite next to cantaloupe and watermelon, but there's truly nothing like a ripe cold peach. God, I need the summer to come so I can get all the fresh fruits at the market stands. Who am I kidding? I'll never be allowed to leave the house alone, let alonewander around the fruits and vegetable markets. The minute I take the Irish Oath and become the first lady of their kind to be in the council, I’ll always have security up my ass, day and night.Why am I suddenly letting this hit me now? Is this what they call a pregnancy brain?
“You ready, my little prego puff?” Spade teases and I roll my eyes.
“Yes, I am,” I reply, and Jameson shoves Spade out of the way, grabbing my hips. Our eyes lock as he searches for god knows what. His blue eyes are wild today.
“Siren, did you take your vitamins and drink your juice?” He asks, placing his thumb under my chin, tilting it higher to look at him.
“Yes.” I say in annoyance.
“Don’t get annoyed with me. It’s good for the babies,” he says and I nod.
“That’s what I keep hearing.” I respond as he bends down, brushing his soft lips across mine.
“Tonight, I’d like to be alone with you,” he whispers, and I smile.
“We shall see.” I respond, but his grip on my chin tightens.