Old Lady (Iron Disciples Book 2) (4 page)

“Well my window for reconciliation is about to close.
Remember I have that tattoo removal scheduled for tomorrow? And then there’s
the get the fuck out of town thing, or have you forgotten?”

“Actually I did forget. Have you ever seen anyone get
their patch tattoo removed before?”

“I have taken part in the process and I won’t lie to you;
it’s fucking brutal.”

“Holy shit! You can’t submit yourself to that. No fucking
way.”

“Do you have a better idea?” He asks.

“I’m working on it,” I reply. “It all can’t end this way.
We haven’t had enough time together.”

“We’ve got today.”

“Yes…we do. But I’m not sure you’re in any condition-”

Words fail me when he takes my hand from my lap and
places it in his. He’s hard as a rock.

“How the fuck does that happen?” I ask. “Which part was
the turn on, talking about getting your tattoo burned off or getting shived by
your daddy?”

“Does it matter babe?”

“Yeah it does. ‘Cause if you arrived at your current
state of arousal by way of some daddy fetish or a masochistic one I might have
something to say about that.”

“Just shut the hell up and get out of these clothes.”

“Well…since I’m still your old lady I have to do as I’m
told.” I finish my sentence as my top comes off over my head followed by my
bra.

I guess he wouldn’t have initiated this if he couldn’t
handle it. I grab his belt and begin to undress him careful not to elbow him in
the ribs in the process. In the past much of our lovemaking…if you could call
it that, always had an edge to it. One part urgency, two parts aggression, and
there was not much room for anything else. I kinda liked it that way. But it
wasn’t always like that. How’s that saying go? Variety is the spice of life.

Today is different. Maybe it’s because he is injured,
maybe not. After all, an injured bulldog still has his bite, and I’m pretty
sure if the mood strikes him he is still fully capable of doing some biting.
But today he’s the gentle giant and I kind of like it. At times Cade borders on
self-absorption when it comes to sex, but when he puts his mind to it he knows
what I need, sometimes before I know it myself. There are days when his head is
just not in the game and his mind is wandering. When that happens I wonder
where he went, but I know better than to ask. Today I can feel his razor focus
on me and what I want.

I’m on tummy, ass in the air and his tongue makes little
wet tracks along my inner thighs, on the way to the promise land. A soft gasp
escapes my throat as his tongue parts my velvety lips, and slips inside me. The
feeling is so damn intense I have to bite the pillow and bury my face to keep
from announcing to his dad what’s going on back here. I’m just about to be
swept away in the throes of an orgasm when he withdraws, causing me to strike
out with an angry elbow. I’m rewarded with a surprised grunt of pain, but it
doesn’t stop him.

Cade’s next move absolutely sends me over the top. I
start to turn over, thinking he’s finished with his little exploration when I
feel his tongue slip between my lips. He begins doing laps around my button but
that’s not what sends me swooning over the edge. Before I can even think about
it I feel a slippery finger trace a glistening line up the crack of my ass
before it pauses then like some kind of wonderful cork screw he enters me in
the last place I would have expected could feel this good.

I can’t help it this time. Old man or no old man in the
next room, a sheer cry of insane pleasure is ripped from my throat and my hips
buck against my lover’s hand and face. Suddenly I don’t know what feels better,
my clit or my ass; or maybe it’s just one combined sensation that is driving me
fucking mad.

Finally I can’t take it anymore. I need him inside me. I
need to feel his rock hard cock and his pelvis slamming up against mine. I
don’t care about his injuries anymore. I have to be fulfilled.

I roll over and look into his eyes. He needs this as bad
as me. I see his raging cock up against his ripped abs a clear steady stream
oozes from his engorged head. Then he enters me.

“Oh fuck!”

It's all I can say, and those words were torn out of me
as he jammed his cock inside with one ferocious thrust.

“Oh fuck!”

He repeatedly slams into me like a jackhammer but each
thrust feels harder, more fulfilling than the previous one if that’s even
possible. Every time he enters me I get this simultaneous explosion of ecstasy
between my legs and in my brain. It’s like my own personal fireworks display
behind my eyes where I’m the only one who can see or feel it and it’s pretty
damn spectacular! After his climax he literally collapses on my body mashing my
tits beneath his muscular chest. A fine sheen of sweat covers both our bodies
and I’m starting to feel like I’m slow roasting the oven.

I put both hands on his chest and give him a shove. “I
need to breathe a little King Kong.”

Reluctantly he rolls over, then scoops me up in his arms
so that I’m lying on
his
chest now; a much more comfortable position.
Given his injuries I am surprised he can tolerate my weight on his battered
frame. He doesn’t show it, but I’m pretty sure he’s in pain. On the other hand…
when I think about it though…something doesn’t add up. I don’t know what it is,
but I’m gonna find out. And it’s not just about his injury and pain, but
something about the deal with him and his brother. Something’s not right.

Time to push a little. “So… you’re not really going to
turn yourself in to get your tattoo burned off are you? I mean…that could kill
you right? Or at least put you in the hospital.”

“It…could do those entire things babe.”

“So why not just disappear and forego the whole tattoo
thing.”

“Yeah…the club would never allow it. It’s a matter of
pride and respect. They’d follow me to the ends of the earth and when they
eventually catch me they’ll kill me and not just remove the tattoo. This is the
only way I can break free of the club; sorry.”

“Why’d he let you live?”

This is just one of the part’s that just doesn’t make
sense. Wouldn’t have made more sense to just kill Cade and make a clean break?
Now Eddie has to worry about his brother changing his mind and going after him
again or starting a new club and coming after him. I don’t get it. I’ll admit
I’m not all that knowledgeable about MC culture so maybe I’m missing something
here.

“He let me live to solidify his base. I think he figured
there were too many Disciples that are loyal to me and do not want to see
bloodshed within the charter. It makes everyone nervous when someone who is not
a president can just murder the president and take control of the club. No one
feels safe.”

“Okay…I guess that makes sense.”

“Doing it this way means we have a new president who is
still willing to follow the clubs original bylaws. Granted this wasn’t the best
way to take over the gavel, but it was one way brothers would accept even if
they didn’t like it. It was the smart play Morgan.”

“So you’re really gonna do it. There’s nothing I can say
to convince you otherwise…”

“You can certainly try and I have a feeling I won’t be
able to stop you either so give it your best shot. It’s just that the way this
went down is best for the club and I love my club.”

“Then don’t fucking leave it! Fight for your club. Isn’t
it the one thing in life you love? I mean, I know I’m pretty damn incredible
but I am enough of a realist to know that the club will always be first.”

“Yeah…sorry about that. Remember, I have only my old man
outside the club and, well you’ve already experienced him. My mother is dead
and I have no idea where any of my relatives live if I even have any. The club
is my family and I am doing best for my family. It’s because I love Iron
Disciples that I am willing to walk away from them. Can you at least see that?”

“I can’t see walking away from family for any reason.
They’re your blood. You always work it out Cade.”

While we’re sitting here arguing about family and club
family and all, I suddenly remember a letter my mother wrote for me when I
was16. I wonder if it applies here and if I should share it? I close my eyes
for a second and I’m transported back to that day on my 16
^th
birthday. I was sitting at the breakfast table when my aunt gave me two
birthday cards; one from her and my uncle, and one from my mom. As close as I
was to my mother it’s my dad I miss more. My mother has been in my life and
never really left when she died. I have received so many letters from her and I
probably will get more. However, when my dad died on my fourteenth birthday, he
stopped talking to me.

My Sixteenth Birthday…

My Dearest Morgan,

This is your teenage growing up letter that I
probably should have left instructions to be given to you when you are 14 and
not 16, but there were other things I needed to say then. So… your finally 16!
You’re a young woman now and I know you must be so beautiful and so smart. I
truly with I could see you. When I close my eyes I try to envision what you
will look like on that special day and I think I can actually see you.

You must be about five feet five inches,
slender, curvy, and with long black hair. When you look in the mirror I know a
beautiful young woman with clear skin and silky black hair is looking back at
you.

But more than that, you are a smart girl! I
can see it now and your just twelve years old. By the time you graduate from
high school you’ll probably be a genius. It’s hard to be a teenager honey. No
matter how smart or beautiful you are, this is going to be one of the most difficult
times in your life. You’re learning what it means to be a woman.

I get there are times when you just want to
smack your father upside the head and say, “WTF?” Honestly honey, I have had
days like that too. I love your father dearly but sometimes… well you know what
I mean I’m sure. I’m sure there are days when you just cannot stand your dad;
been there done that, and I still love him. You’re going through a time in your
life where you probably can’t wait to get out of the house and go to college.
You’re probably tired of being told what to do and when to do it. It’s okay
honey, there’s nothing wrong with your feelings…any of them. But remember this.
While you’re spreading your wings, growing up and pulling away from your
family, no one will love you more than your mother and father. You may have
children of your own one day and you will understand that you will always love
more than they love you; it’s just a fact of life. When you first love your own
flesh and blood you will understand just how much daddy and I love you. So go,
spread your wings, be your own person, but always remember family. Friends come
and go. Boyfriends and girlfriends come and go, and maybe even husbands and
wives fall off the wayside and leave but family is for good. Don’t ever forget
that Morgan; family is forever.

You are my greatest love Morgan and you
always will be.

Mom.

I open my eyes again and Cade is looking at me with a
worried look on his handsome face.

“You went away just now. Where did you go?”

I realize I can’t read him that letter. It’s far too
personal. But maybe I can share with him some things about family that he seems
to be missing.

“I was just remembering my mom.”

“Your mother…why?”

“I was thinking of a letter she wrote to me before she
died. It was my happy 16
^th
birthday letter. It was a somber one
though.”

“She wasn’t just wishing you happy birthday. I can see it
in your face. What’s going on?”

“She was reminding me how important family is. Husbands
and wives come and go. Best friends come and go, but family is forever; even if
it’s Eddie and your father. And the one family that you claim to love…your
brothers in the MC, you’re walking away from them too. Who will you have Cade?”

“Well I was hoping to have you.” He replies.

“Don’t start. You know I can’t choose. I spent too long
in school and far too long building up my business to just up and walk away
from it. I actually love what I do and I’m too old to start from the beginning
again.”

“Too old? You’re kidding right? You can’t even be thirty.
How can you be too old to start over in another place? And we’re not even
talking about a change in career, but just a change in the place where you
work.”

“You know nothing of what you’re asking Cade. NYSE rules
and regulations require I be affiliated with a bank or brokerage. Outside of
California, New York, and a handful of other states I would have to switch
companies I work for. If I try to take my clients, because of the amount of
clients I have my company would be able to file a lawsuit that would
immediately freeze every brokerage account that my clients possess. Now how
many of those people would follow me to another firm when every invested penny
was frozen for the foreseeable future? Moving now would be career suicide.”