His (Hers Book 6) Page 5

  His body vibrates as he lets out a long moan, my skin prickles with want but I know I have to stop before he releases in my mouth and my pleasure for the evening is lost. I need my release. I need to calm the beast that has been woken within me and I will use the one thing I am good at in life to do so.

  I slowly climb up his body and straddle his waist. We both pause looking each other in the eye. We communicate without any words, silent promises of love and devotion. The words that haven’t been able to be freely spoken because of our mounting stress. No matter what happens in our daily lives, we can always reconnect when the doors to our bedroom close.

  I lower myself onto him, his erection slowly making entrance, inch by inch, and it feels like heaven. My head rolls back with pleasure as I let out a quiet moan.

  “Can I tell you how much I love it when you ride me?” Levi says. I let out a laugh and am reminded why I am constantly the one on top these days.

  “Well, this belly kind of gets in the way of anything else.” I sass him while I slowly begin to move.

  “Oh there are plenty of positions we can still get into, Seven.” he winks at me.

  “Really Mr. Parker? Is there any you are particularly interested in trying this evening?” Maybe I’m feeling a little frisky. Or maybe I’m just sick of the same shit night after night because I’m worried about taking it too far.

  “I was thinking… maybe you could bend over for me?” he doesn’t need to ask me more than once because anything would be better than this. Don’t get me wrong, sex with Levi is just as amazing as it was the first night we had together. But, I guess what they say about parenthood ruining everything is kind of true.

  I slowly rise from the bed, and when I say slowly… I really mean slowly because I can’t move worth a shit anymore. “I can’t wait to have my damn body back already.” I grumble under my breath. I hear Levi try not to laugh from behind me. I’m sure he can’t wait for the same because there is nothing sexy about my current condition.

  “You look beautiful, Seven. There is nothing more sexy than watching you grow our child,” His hands graze my stomach as he drops to his knees and showers my belly with kisses. His mouth steadily trails kisses down my thighs before he gently spreads my leg and licks his way to my waiting cunt.

  I need this. I need it so damn bad. My body craves him in a way I’ve never felt before. Even when I was pregnant with Marley. It is all just so foreign to me.

  His tongue licks my clit and I am so damn lost in the pleasure. Moans escape from my lips as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I focus on the pleasure and it isn’t long until I feel my orgasm starting. It is the first in so long and I just ride the waves of pleasure.

  “Oh yeah baby. Right there, Levi!” and boy is that man good at instructions. He doesn’t change pace or stop what he is doing. He is after that prize because he knows when I get off he will get off too. It is his reward for being such a good boy for me.

  As I come to a climax, I scream all kinds of shit, mixed with moans and downright carnal sounds. I’m sure if anyone was listening, they would either laugh or run for their lives at this point. Once I recover, I look down at the smiling face of my husband perched between my tattooed thighs.

  “Your so good at that.” I laugh as I rise from the bed and bend over for his reward. “Now because you were a good boy, you get rewarded. But, make sure you rub my clit so I can get off again.” I wink at him and take my position.

  ***

  “Seven James-Parker” I say into my work line as I sit at my desk in sweat pants and my fuzzy slippers kicked up on my desk. The worn black “Best Tattooed Mom” t-shirt stretched tightly across my belly.

  “Ms. James-Parker, Howard Richardson here.” My feet slip from the desk onto the floor and I sit up straight in the chair when I hear my lawyer on the other end of the phone. Nothing good ever comes when he calls.

  “Howard,” I reply in professional greeting.

  “I’m afraid I don’t have good news. The cease and desist letter we sent to Vincent Abate was signed for on Monday but we haven’t had any kind of contact with him. It’s Friday and we’re all sitting ducks. Are you still sure you don’t want to bait him with money like Mr. Parker wanted to do?” You would think my lawyer would be smarter than to even ask me this.

  “Are you serious, Howard? You actually think I would give this guy money? What am I paying you for?” Clearly plan A didn’t work so now I’m on to plan B. “Forget it, I’m going to put in a call to Stella Finnegan and I will have her get in touch with you. The two of you together can handle this because I can guarantee you the next twenty four hours is going to be a shit storm.” I hang the phone up and immediately dial Levi to warn him.

  He answers on the first ring. He always does.

  “No word from Vince. Richardson just called me with absolutely nothing. I’m going to call that Stella Finnegan and get her on this. But Levi… just trust me okay?” the other end of the line is quiet and I know that isn’t good when it comes to my husband. Bad shit happens when he doesn’t let it all out.

  “Seven, you better be right about all of this. I swear to God.” He says before hanging up on me. Something I seriously hate.

  This could go one of two ways. Really fucking good or really fucking bad. But the one thing I know is that I will have control of the entire situation from behind my desk. Calling orders from my ivory tower without getting my own hands dirty.

  Levi

  Present

  “You aren’t going to believe this shit.” I say across the table looking at Ryker. Out of everyone in the town, I’ve slowly built the most unusual friendships with a handful of Chrome’s bikers. Sometimes it’s just nice to get away from the stuffy suits. Hell, who am I kidding? It’s nice to have some guy friends when I’m usually surrounded by an ocean of estrogen.

  “With your wife, I will probably believe it.” He laughs as he puts his coffee down on the worn diner table. “Dude, I don’t know how you deal with that bitch sometimes.” I should be offended, but Seven hasn’t gotten the reputation she has without earning it.

  “Okay, so maybe you will believe it.” I let out a laugh and continue to vent. “Not many people know how we met.”

  Ryker cuts me off. “Everyone knows how you two met. Star can’t keep her mouth shut about shit. She told her sisters who, in turn, ran their mouths. It’s pretty common knowledge around Woodstock that you two are kinky fucks.”

  I guess I opened myself up to that one. Not that I really mind.

  “Ok. Ok.” I say, putting my hands up in my defense. “Well, way back when, we had a threesome with this douchebag that owned the kink club we were members of. She was trying to scare me off or some shit, but it didn’t work. Hell, it only made me want her more. Anyway, this dude is trying to extort money out of us now. It’s common knowledge to the media that Seven isn’t wrapped too tight and he’s trying to use that to his advantage because he ran that shithole of a club into the ground.”

  Ryker just sits across the table listening to my rant, and occasionally rolling his eyes at the story.

  “Let me guess…Seven wants to fight the guy and you want to pay him.”

  Am I that fuckin’ transparent? Jesus!

  “Basically. I just want it all to go away. I don’t want her to go through anymore fuckin’ bullshit. She’s been through enough. Hell, we’ve all been through enough.”

  “Don’t blame you dude. After that shit when she went all crazy train, I wouldn’t want to deal with that all over again. No one would. I’m surprised you stuck it out. I would have bounced.” Of course he would have. Most men would have, now that I think about it. It’s just different with us. I couldn’t leave her when she needed me most and there is no way I would ever walk out on my daughter. Ever.

  “Seriously Ryker. Don’t be a douche. If that was Journey, you would have stuck around like the lost puppy dog you are. Don’t try and play the big bad biker role. I can see through it.”

  Ana the pet
ite waitress interrupts us with our breakfast order. This week her hair is pink, last week it was purple. She reminds me so much of Star and Seven, I am almost surprised she isn’t related to them in some way, considering most people in this town are. Ryker and I dig in to our omelets and the conversation comes to a halt.

  “Journey is just… she’s a good time for me.” Ryker says after a couple minutes of silence at our table. He shrugs his shoulders and tries to convince himself that what he is saying is actually true.

  “A good time? Those are short lived dude. You’ve been following her around for at least a year now.” I push him. He needs to finally admit there is something more to the two of them than meets the eye.

  “She has shit. Baggage. I do too. I guess anything more serious wouldn’t really work. I’m on the road a lot with Chrome and shit.” He’s making more excuses. If Chrome and Star can actually make something work with the amount of time he is gone, anyone can.

  “You know that’s bullshit as much as I do. But, if you wanna tell yourself that’s why, that’s cool.” I drop the subject and bring the attention back to my own personal drama. “Anyway, Seven is on a mission to take this guy out and I have a feeling the whole town is going to end up getting thrown under the bus this time around. I mean, look at the circus that came to town when she was in the hospital. Be prepared. It’s going to be a disaster.” I let out a sigh and prepare myself for whatever it is that’s about to come.

  “You really think Journey and I could make something of it?” His random question takes me off guard.

  “Ryker, if you want something enough, anyone can make a relationship work. Look at me and Seven. You think we are a match made in heaven?” I laugh and leave him with that seed planted in his head. I hope the guy takes my advice and goes after what he actually wants.

  “You aren’t going to believe this shit.” Seven says the second I walk into her office. The stone cold look on her face doesn’t make me feel any less anxious than I have all day long. She clicks the mouse on the computer a couple times and opens up her Facebook account. I’m waiting to see more Vince bullshit or her naked ass plastered on some gossip page.

  “What now Seven?” I ask as Marley speed crawls across the floor and clings onto my leg. I grab her and pick my princess up giving her a big kiss and resting her on my hip.

  “Read this..” she trails off and leaves a message open on her computer screen while turning away.

  Hi Seven,

  My name is Lyric and I know you are a really busy lady so I will make this really quick. I was raised by my mother and never met my father. He wasn’t in the picture, ever. I recently went looking for my biological father and I found him. David James. Your dad. He told me about you as well as your brother, Blue. I haven’t been able to make contact with him, but I found you on here and thought I might try and contact you. I know this may be random and hard to deal with but I would like to get to know you if you are willing to meet me.

  I understand if you aren’t.

  -Lyric

  I sit in shock staring at the computer screen. As if we didn’t have enough bullshit going on in our lives. Her fucked up parents have thrown another curveball into our shit. As if that whole adoption shit with Star and Magnolia wasn’t bad enough, but now Seven has siblings appearing out of the woodworks. If this sets my wife off, I swear to everything holy in this world that I will track those piece of shit, hippy-ass, losers down and kill them one-by-one. She sits in silence and I wonder if I should ask her how she feels about it. Does she want to talk about it at all? I guess the fact that she took the time to show me instead of keeping it to herself answers that question for me.

  “Are you okay?” I question her, opening up the lines of communication. I am half waiting for her to freak out. I am convinced there is a meltdown brewing deep down in there. A few minutes go by and she still remains calm and relaxed. I am a bit taken aback by how peaceful she is. How calm she is acting with this news just tossed into her lap.

  “I’m fine. I just…” she pauses for a minute to turn in her chair and look me in the eye. “I don’t want to get my hopes up if she is just another person looking for money.” She looks actually disappointed.

  “You look disappointed, like you actually want a sister?” I am confused, so I just leave the ball in my wife’s court.

  “Levi, I’ve always wanted a sister. Hell, Blue was the biggest piece of shit sibling ever. I’ve been jealous of Star forever because she has Paisley and Journey. I wanted that bond. That connection with a sister. I mean, yeah… I’ve had them all as sisters over the years… but it’s different, Levi.”

  “Then meet her.” I suggest, holding my breath and praying my advice is actually the best in the given situation. I don’t want to push her into anything she isn’t ready for.

  “I’m going to. I looked at her profile and she lives locally. I just haven’t messaged her back yet. I really just don’t know what to say.”

  “Say how you feel for once, Seven.” I smile and take Marley to the nursery to get her dressed for our Friday night family dinner at Star and Chrome’s house, leaving my wife a couple minutes to make the connection if that is what she feels is right.

  Seven

  Present

  Lyric,

  Thank you for reaching out to me. I am definitely surprised to find I have a sister out there in the world. Although, with my parents, I am not exactly shocked. I do genuinely hope you had a better childhood than we did.

  I would like to meet. Maybe we can have lunch or dinner on Monday?

  Thank you for contacting me.

  -Seven

  What else can I say? I hope you never meet Blue? I hope you didn’t get left alone by your mom for days on end? Spell out every fucked up detail of my shit-tastic childhood to make her feel bad if she actually had the chance to have a good life? I genuinely hope she has had a much better life than I have.

  My mind repeatedly mulls over the idea of actually having a sister. What this could mean, and how this could change my entire world? Blue hasn’t been around for ages, and I don’t expect him or want him to be an uncle to my children. We call Star and Paisley aunts, but Marley would be able to have a real, true, flesh and blood aunt who is actually related to us. My heart skips a beat and I am excited about the possibilities, but also cautious because my gut tells me to slow the fuck down.

  It isn’t what I needed on top of everything else going on in my life, but I think this may be a very welcome distraction from Vince and the fact that a video of Levi and I has been shopped around to TMZ today. There is no way I am going to tell Levi that though. Not until after dinner. Or until I hear back from Stella Finnegan to see what exactly she can do about it.

  Hey, if my naked ass ends up all over the internet… at least I can be proud of the fact that I was able to take two dicks like a champ for the world to see. Not everyone can add that accomplishment to their list of achievements in life! I try and shrug it all off, not letting it get to me. Not allowing myself to be bothered by someone else trying to take control of my life. But the fact that I have no control over the situation is damn near eating me alive.

  “You almost ready?” Levi asks from the doorway of our bedroom while I finish up the last couple keystrokes on the computer.

  “Nope, gotta shower still.” I shrug and head in the direction of the bathroom. I know I am late, but I just haven’t been motivated to do anything but bark orders from my throne, which is exactly what I’ve been doing for months since I left the physical office of White-Woods Global. My mind shifts to James and what he would think if he knew I wasn’t fulfilling exactly what he had dreamt for me all those years ago. Would he be happy? Would he regret leaving it all to me instead of someone else? Would he resent me?

  There are days I wish I could just sit down and talk to him. Like… have coffee and catch up. See what kinda hell he is raising in Heaven with Johnny Cash and Robin Williams. I think we have all been there when we have lost someone that importan
t in our lives. Fuck, I hate death.

  Pulling up the long winding driveway that leads to Star’s house I notice more cars and motorcycles than our usual Friday night family dinner. Something we have made a point to do every week no matter who is sick or who has a spouse out of town. Drama doesn’t exist at our dinners, it is just our time to catch up and come back to being one giant family. Tonight, I have more news to share than anyone else will. I can bet you that one.

  We squeeze our Infinity SUV between two packs of motorcycles and make our way to the house. I start to count all the bikes, two, three, seven, eight, Jesus… what the hell does Chrome have going on? It has to be something big and I hope it doesn’t have anything to do with Star. Or any fuckin’ danger rolling into town. We just can’t take anymore right now.

  Her long hair is back to blonde after trying out the whole brunette thing for a year. Star’s hands are on her hips as she gives me the evil eye. “You are late,” she says pointedly. A little less than amused that I decided to show up an hour later than we are all supposed to meet.

  “It’s the baby’s fault.” I lie, “I had to take a shower because I felt like a frumpy mom, but I got some good dirt for you.” I add to try and curb her mood. “What’s goin’ on?” I question as I nod in the direction of all the bikes.

  “Some new guys are rolling in from another Hell’s Renegades chapter. Manhattan, I think. Chrome volun-told me they were coming for dinner.” She doesn’t look as mad as she was a couple minutes ago. Maybe she just needed a little female re-enforcement in the house?

  “So the house is full of bikers?” I laugh.

  “Yes, and the new guys are babysitting tonight.” Star laughs as we enter the house.

  The roar of laughter and male voices booms through the entire first floor of her house. The fact that there are about twenty bikers taking over the dining room, kitchen, and living room is obvious. Chrome walks from the kitchen and picks me up in a bear hug, spinning me around.