Chapter six
Finley
I was at Clara’s house. Lilly was already asleep upstairs in her crib. Billie was half asleep on the couch. We converged at Clara and Zeus’ house, none of us wanting to be alone while some unknown person was out there killing bikers. We didn’t say it out loud but we were all worried about our biker.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to stay awake much longer,” Billie slurred, snuggling deeper in the couch.
“They should be here any time,” Clara answered, drooping on the recliner, looking like she was about to fall asleep too. “They have a prospect driving them home so they’ll probably be shit-faced when they get here.”
As soon as she finished her sentence the sound of a vehicle pulling up out front announced they had arrived home. Loud singing filtered into the house when Clara opened the door. Zeus was weaving as the prospect did his best to get him to Clara without dropping his president.
“I guess I’ll go home and get the bed ready,” Billie said with a yawn, peering at Marshal in the back seat of the car. “Night.” We hugged as Clara shushed Zeus so he wouldn’t wake up the baby.
“I’m going to get the house ready for Banshee, too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I passed the car. Banshee pushed his hand to the window in a panic. He was so drunk he was unable to open the door. I pressed a kiss to the window before jogging to the house, running up the stairs, and pulling down the covers.
Banshee came into the house drunk off his ass. The designated prospect did his best to keep from laughing as he helped me get the hulking giant in bed.
“I’ll tell Zeus how well you did tomorrow,” I whispered as I followed the prospect down the stairs to lock the door after he left.
He huffed out a laugh. “They sent Cletus off with a bang. They’re all going to be hating life tomorrow. I suggest trying to get some water and pain pills in him before letting him fall asleep for the night.”
My heart flipped over when I stared up the stairs where Banshee was singing off key in another language.
“Hey, Casanova, what are you doing?” I asked, climbing into bed next to him.
“Hey, you, and you, and you,” he slurred. “The three of you sure are pretty.”
I laughed. “You’re going to hate tomorrow so much.” I handed him the bottle of water and the pain pills I retrieved when I was down in the kitchen taking the prospect’s advice.
Like a good little biker, he swallowed the pills and finished the bottle of water before letting it fall to the floor. “I can’t hate tomorrow as long as you’re in it.”
Everything inside of me fluttered before heating with the love I felt for him. I rubbed his naked chest memorizing the muscles in it. “You’re stuck with me for all of the tomorrows.”
I knew this was insane, and maybe I had read too many shifter books to fall so fast for someone I barely knew. The idea of having a mate had always made my heart yearn. Banshee came into my life and said everything I’d always dreamed of and some things I never even thought of. At first, I did worry that my imagination gave me a false sense of love, but hanging out with Clara and Billie showed me that this was real. I just needed Flame to understand that I loved Banshee and we were good for each other. The thought of Flame not understanding that I was choosing Banshee pissed me off, but also made me sick to my stomach. I was afraid I’d lose my brother for falling in love. Flame had always been my rock, he got us out of a shitty situation, and I’d always been loyal to him because of that, but he needed to understand Banshee was a part of my life now. I was not our mom, flitting from one man to another. Banshee was it for me, and Flame had to understand. He just had to.
Banshee’s hand skimmed over my waist, causing goose bumps to break out over my skin. “I need you. All of you.”
I giggled until he rolled over pinning me against the mattress with his hulking body. “You have me. All of me.”
“This isn’t going to be pretty, and I hope my dick is going inside of you and not some crevice in the bed. I’m not into mattress pussy.”
I laughed, until he ripped my panties off, his mouth descending on mine. Capturing my lips in a brutal kiss, showing me he wasn’t too drunk to stir my passion. I gave back just as much as he did. My knees hitched up to the side of him trapping him between my legs. My feet hooked into his boxers bringing them down far enough for his cock to spring free. He sank into me, both of us groaning when he fit himself all the way inside.
“You’re the best mattress pussy I’ve ever fucked.”
I laughed, clenching around his massive cock. “How many mattress pussies have you had?”
“Fuck, you feel so good. Don’t move or you’re going to make me come. I need to make this feel good for you too.”
“Come,” I ordered, biting his ear lobe. He hissed, pulling all the way out before thrusting back in with a brutal thrust. He fucked me with abandon, his hands and mouth violently mapping my body. I screamed out as I came, breaking something in him. His hips went wild, riding out my orgasm as he came inside of me, roaring with abandon of his release.
Pulling me on top of him, I was a ragdoll letting him adjust me because I had no use of limbs.
“Better than a mattress?” I asked.
Banshee chuckled. “Better than a mattress, a couch, and anything else you can stick a dick in. I fucking love you, Pix.”
“I love you, too.” I leaned up so I could see his face. I wanted to connect with his eyes when I told him.
