“It is.” The time for talking is over. It’s time for action now. Maybe that’s the way I can convince her. I lower my mouth to hers.
At first, she’s hesitant, but at my physical insistence, she opens to me. My tongue dances with hers. It’s a gentler repeat of our caress before she put everything on the line to rescue my son. Her reluctance disappears, and her free hand rises to the back of my head, pulling me in closer. She tastes and smells so sweet, my cock swells. But this isn’t about me, it’s all about her. And fuck, it’s like there’s something electric sparking between us, and instead of retreating so as not to be burned, I dive in deeper. It doesn’t compare to the kisses I shared with Toni, so much so I wonder if I was faking them then, as there can be no doubt with Trixie, it’s the real thing. She could be a siren, I’m completely under her spell. Until her, kissing had never done anything for me. But her? I can’t get enough.
She’s responding to me, letting me know through touch what she hasn’t yet admitted with words, the truth that she reciprocates my feelings. Our kiss deepens, our movements more frenzied, my dick lengthens, my mind blanks out everything but her…
Then a knock on the door interrupts us. She breaks away and swears. “Why has my room become fucking Grand Central Station tonight?”
I’d gotten so carried away I momentarily forgot, but as I know who our visitor will be, I call out, “Come in.”
When Ace enters, I pull away, kick off my boots and remove my cut and t-shirt. “Move over, darlin’,” I address to her, then to Ace I say, “Get in the other side. But be careful, don’t jostle Trixie, remember her ribs.”
As I slide in next to her, her eyes are wide, glancing from me and then to Ace. “What’s going on?”
“We’re becoming a family.” While I’d love to sink my cock into her, she needs more than feeling she’s being used like a club girl tonight. And the trauma of her entering that fuckin’ MDMC clubhouse, Ace’s kidnap and coercion is still bothering all of us. We’ll all sleep better with company tonight.
She turns to face Ace, who’s now lying on the bed beside her.
“Glad Dad’s pulled his head out of his ass,” he states loudly.
Thanks, son.But I can’t tell him off, it’s the truth.
“Is this real?” she breathes out.
“It’s real,” I reply. “Get some sleep, Trix.” I huff a laugh. “Shit’s going to hit the fan tomorrow.”
“‘Night…” Ace yawns widely as he settles in by her side.
“I can’t fuckin’ believe this.” Trixie’s still bemused.
I chuckle. “Believe it. You’ll be wearing my patch and I might even put a ring on your finger one day. And we’re going to be building a house right here on the compound. That little fucker might cock block us tonight, but he won’t be doing it forever.”
“Blah, blah, blah.” Said little fucker covers his ears.
Twisting to turn off the light, I shroud us in darkness, the room now only lit by the sliver of light coming in from under the door. Lying on my side, I carefully pull her into my arms, and she comes willingly.
It’s not long before Ace’s light snoring tells me he’s asleep, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Trixie. She turns her face to look back at me over her shoulder.
“There’s a problem,” she states quietly.
“You’re still married,” I respond in a voice just as low as hers.
“Since when would a bit of civilian paper worry a biker?”
I huff as I can’t laugh aloud. It certainly doesn’t deter me. “So what are you worrying about?”
She takes in a breath, then her soft exhale tempers her next words. “You didn’t actually ask me.”
“I’m sort of falling into the biker cliché again here, aren’t I?” I ask, rhetorically. “I’m asking you now, darlin’. You gonna hitch your horse to my wagon?”
She takes her time to answer. Enough so I wonder whether I’ve bamboozled her. Am I really offering something she doesn’t want or need? Then she sighs, “Promise you won’t hurt me.”
“I’m sorry if I’ve given you reason to doubt me, I know I was rough…”
“I know you wouldn’t physically hurt me,” her voice drops so I can barely hear her. “But what about my heart? If I take what you’re saying at face value, it would fuckin’ kill me if you suddenly realised a fling with a club girl isn’t what you want after all. Or, if when your brothers give you stick for choosing me…”
“Fuck ‘em.” It’s my turn to interrupt. “I know my own mind, and I know what I want. I want what Saint and Short have, an exclusive relationship, but only with you, Trix,” I reply softly. “Only with you.”
My eyes, now accustomed to the low level of light, can see her eyes widen. “You really mean this, don’t you, Freak?”
