Black Wings MC: The Novel (Motorcycle Club Romance) (11 page)

When he was satisfied that my nipples were both completely erect, he trailed kisses down my stomach and over my tiny baby bump. I knew exactly what he was doing; he was heading south of the border. My pussy still ached and throbbed for him. I could feel my own wetness even though my legs were completely spread eagle. As he continued heading south, he took a detour and began to kiss and nibble on my thighs.

His tongue took a deep plunge inside of me as he worked his fingertip on my button. I begged him for more; I needed him inside of me more than ever.

“
Not yet. You haven’t done it” he whispered to me.

“
Done what?” I asked with ragged breathing as I panted, needing him right that second.

“
You haven’t pulled my hair.”

“
Pulled your hair?” I whispered.

“
Yeah, I like it when you pull my hair while I’m going down on you. I won’t stop until you pull the fuck out of it and are so sensitive that you can’t take it anymore.”

His tongue began to swirl my clit as he shoved his fingers deep inside of me. I bucked my hips against his fingers, trying to get him to go deeper. My body needed to cum so bad that I couldn’t stand it. He knew what I was doing and retracted his fingers a bit, leaving me wanting more. It was more than I could take. I began to pull his hair so that he would finally stop and have sex with me.

“
Not so fast” he said to me as he continued licking my slit. “You aren’t ready yet. You tried to fake me out but I know better.”

His tongue began to lap at my pussy as he tasted my juices while continuing to work his fingers in and out of me. Before I could beg him to stop, I began to cum all over his fingers. I reached down and pulled his hair until some of it ripped out.

“
That’s my girl. Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

He stood up at the end of the bed and began to remove his jeans. As he took off his boxers, his hard cock sprung free. He climbed back on top of me, in between my legs and placed his hands on each side of my head. Once again, I wrapped my tied wrists around his neck.

“
Please, Derek. I need you.”

“
How bad do you want it baby?” he said as he teased my hole with the head of his cock.

“
Please! Give it to me” I begged.

He slowly pushed the head of his cock into my entrance. A sense of relief and pleasure washed over me as he slid himself deeper inside of me. With slow, teasing movements, he pumped himself in and out of me. “Harder” I whispered in a begging voice. He began to thrust deeper, deliberately hitting my G-spot. “More” I begged. With that, he went even deeper, slipping his cock deep inside of me. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed him fully taking me.

Within moments, I could feel that I was about to cum. I tried to close my legs to intensify my orgasm but couldn’t since my legs were tied wide open. “Faster baby, faster” I pleaded with him. He quickened his pace as he worked his cock in and out of me with everything he had. Oh how I wished my legs were untied. I would love nothing more than to wrap them around his waist to pull him even deeper inside of me.

“
Oh God, Derek, oh God” I moaned in sheer pleasure. I could feel myself tightening around his cock as he continued to ride me. My orgasm was so intense that it last for what seemed like forever. “I’m cumming baby” I said as my orgasm was at its peak.

“
That’s it baby, cum for me” he said as he continued to pleasure my G-spot.

My pussy tightened so much around his cock that he could feel the increase in pressure. My snug pussy hugged his cock too tightly; he couldn’t hold back any longer. Within minutes of my orgasm, he pounded his cock into me until he came. I could feel his hot jizz fill me as sweat beaded on his brow.

We lie on the bed next to each other, completely spent.

“
Will you untie me now? I’d love to close my legs; they’re getting kind of sore.”

“
But that’s how I love them best…spread wide open” he said with a grin on his face as he chuckled.

He crawled to the bottom of the bed and untied each of my ankles from the bedposts. I instinctively closed them and felt relief almost immediately. He came back to the top of the bed and put his arms around me. I loved being in his arms, I always felt warm, safe and protected. We cuddled until we both fell asleep.

Chapter Fourteen

Nothing but Problems

Shadow called Miguel about the extra shipments that he tried to get past the Black Wings MC. While Shadow tried to keep his cool during the conversation, it became quite heated rather quickly. Miguel insisted that they had discussed the additional crates prior to shipping them and that it must have been a miscommunication somehow.

“
Look, our sergeant at arms wouldn’t fuck up like that. I know that you tried to get those crates past us thinking that we wouldn’t catch it.”

“
Animal did know”, Miguel insisted.

Since Animal was the one who called when the extra crates showed up, Shadow knew that Miguel was lying.

“
Animal knew that the extra crates were brought when they showed up but he didn’t know anything about them before that. So are you calling my sergeant at arms a liar?”

“
I guess I am.” Miguel said matter of factly.

I could see the anger in Shadow building up as the conversation continued. Things continued to escalate as the call progressed.

“
I’m not dealing with your bullshit, Miguel. Let’s meet in person. I’ll even bring Animal to the meet so we can get to the bottom of this.”

At first Miguel refused but then Shadow convinced him that if he wanted to continue doing business, the meeting had to take place. Reluctantly, Miguel agreed and they arranged to meet in Mexico. I hated that they were even discussing the Black Wings going back to Mexico to deal with the cartel as soon as I heard the words come from Shadow’s mouth. He hung up the phone after they agreed to meet in the desert near the cartel’s headquarters.

“
Why did you do that?!” I exclaimed to Shadow.

“
Do what?” he asked, as if he didn’t know what I was talking about.

“
You know what! You know that I hate you going to Mexico. Remember the explosion?” I hissed at him.

“
Yeah but Santiago is dead. We’re dealing with Miguel now. Everything went fine with the first meeting that I had with Miguel. I expect the same with this one.”

“
You’re stupid!” I yelled at him.

“
Babe, they need to learn that when you’re dealing with a motorcycle club, you have to give respect. They WILL respect us.”

“
If they respected you and the MC, they wouldn’t have tried to pull a fast one on you.”

“
Do you see my cut? I didn’t earn this badge for nothing. Around here, you give respect and you’ll
get
respect. The same goes for the cartel.”

I rolled my eyes at him. He thought that his cut meant the same to the cartel as it did to him and the rest of the MC. I knew that he was dead wrong, but there was no use in telling him that.

“
I’m gonna go babe. I need to get to the headquarters and set up a meeting with the MC before we go to Mexico so everyone knows what’s going on.”

“
I thought you were just going to Mexico for a meeting? Why do you need to talk to the MC before you go.”

“
Look Tara, you’ve done this before. You know how shit can get bad. I’m not going to let anyone jeopardize my club.”

“
You and your club. You know, I still don’t know how much you make. What do they pay you anyway? Can’t you just quit?”

“
As the president, I will not quit and leave the MC. That would be a total disgrace to me, and to them. The cartel would definitely think the Black Wings are weak if their president just up and left them, especially to go start a family life.”

“
What do they even pay you?” I demanded.

“
Enough. You and the baby will never have to worry about money or bills. I make plenty of money to support us without you ever having to work.”

“
Well if you’re paid so well, you should have money stashed away. Don’t you worry that you might not be around for the baby one day?”

“
No. I will always be here. Nothing will happen to me. The MC would never let that happen.”

He knelt down beside the couch and kissed me softly. I couldn’t even look at him. Why wouldn’t he tell me how much money he made? Why did he want to live such a dangerous life? I loved him so much and never wanted anything to happen to him. He picked up my chin so that I would have to look at him.

“
Baby, don’t worry about things. If you don’t want to come to Mexico with the MC, you don’t have to. I gotta go. Please don’t worry. I love you.”

“
I love you, too” I whispered.

“
Till the end. I promise.” he whispered back to me as he planted one last kiss on my lips before walking out the door. I watched him slip on his cut and disappear behind the door as it closed. His bike fired up and I heard the garage door. I walked over to the living room window as I watched him ride away.

He was at the headquarters for about six hours before he came back home. As soon as he walked in the door, I could smell liquor on his breath when he began talking to me.
‘Is it going to be like this all of the time?’
I wondered to myself. I hated him coming home late and smelling like booze all the time. I sat on the couch, pretending to watch TV since I was still mad at him; especially now since he was drunk again.

Derek made an unsuccessful attempt to seduce me by running his hand under my shirt. I slapped his hand away and said “Not right now”. He had a look of disbelief in his eyes.
‘Good’
, I thought to myself. Now he’ll know what it’s like to be denied and turned down—not that he ever turned me down sexually, but he always chose the MC over me any day. I stood up and began walking to the bedroom, refusing to talk to him anymore.

“
Tara! Why won’t you talk to me?” he asked as he followed me up the stairs.

“
Because you’re drunk. Again!”

“
I just want to talk to you damn it! Come back here!” he shouted at me. I was beginning to see that the alcohol could turn him into an asshole.

“
I’ll talk to you in the morning when you’re not drunk anymore!” I yelled back at him as I slammed the bedroom door in his face.

It must have pissed him off pretty good because after that, he headed back downstairs and slept on the sofa for the night. I lied awake in bed for hours before I could fall asleep so I knew that he never tried to come back in. All I could think about was how our future together would be. In my mind, I kept seeing him walking out on me and the baby; constantly choosing the MC over his family. I was not going to allow that to happen. My child deserved a father who always put him or her first. We were going to have a serious talk in the morning.

When I finally woke up the next morning, he was busy in the kitchen making us bacon and eggs. The coffee smelled welcoming but I was still mad.

“
Good morning” he said softly, as if he was trying to judge whether or not I was still angry.

“
Morning” I sharply replied.

“
I’m making us breakfast. Are you hungry?”

“
A little, I guess.” I still wasn’t in the mood for conversation. I continued watching him cook our breakfast until he finally broke the silence.

“
I know you’re mad at me but I just don’t know why.” He said flatly.

“
You don’t know why? You ALWAYS choose the MC over me. You won’t ever listen to me and you stay out drinking with the club all night.”

“
I’ll try to make things better” he said as he kissed my forehead. “I didn’t know my staying out late or drinking bothered you. I’ll try to be more mindful.”

“
Whatever.” I said as I chewed on my bacon. I was annoyed with him from the moment that I woke up. His half-hearted promises didn’t make me feel any better because I knew he was always going to choose the club over me. It was their code; bros before hoes.

“
I know you’re mad but I have to start getting ready to head to Mexico to meet with Miguel. Will you help me get some clothes ready while I take care of business before we head out?”

“
I guess” I said with a sigh.

I finished my breakfast and headed upstairs to pack Shadow’s clothes. As I pulled the suitcase from his closet, some pictures fell onto the floor. Curious as to what they were, I picked them up and walked over to the bed with them. As I sat on the bed and straightened them, I noticed that they were pictures of me—and pictures of us together. Apparently, some of the guys had snapped some photos of us together at the bonfire; the first night that we met. That was also the first night that I began to fall in love with this hunk of man that was all mine now. I sifted through the pictures with a huge grin plastered all over my face. I wondered why he hadn’t shared them with me.