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“We’re not scared of you. You’re nothing without that gun you hide behind.” It turns out, we’re getting angry drunk Hannah tonight. “You think you’re so big and bad because you got Reaper. News flash honey, he won’t stay with you long. You can’t please him the way we can.” One thing I don’t understand is, why is it every time a club girl gets jealous, they go for the whole ‘you can’t please them’ blah blah blah bullshit. Hannah turns towards me with an innocent face, and I instantly know shits about to get real. “Why is that nothing happened to Lana when she turned her back on the club, but when Kara opens her mouth, she gets shot?”
“Enough! I’m sick of this shit. Get the fuck out. Unless you’re a member, get the fuck out of my club!” Westyn jumps up. “I’ve had enough. If the men wanted you then they would have made you their ol’ lady. Hell, they wouldn’t have gotten with them. Quit acting like you run this fucking place just because you spread your fucking legs for the guys. They can find it somewhere else because I’m done. If this bullshit doesn’t quit happening there won’t be any club girls around at all. Not that I have to explain myself, but Lana did suffer from her choices. She lost her children. To me, that’s a bigger punishment than death. To know you have two children out there that want nothing to do with you because of the shit you’ve done.”
“Oh! Burn!” That came from Aliana. Westyn looks at her with a glare and she just smiles innocently and shrugs her shoulders. “It’s about time you saw what I did.” Westyn just sighs. We may be these rough and tough bikers, but when it comes to our women, or the women of the club, we do what they say. We may run things around here, but they rule this place. Pretty soon, it’s just Westyn, Axyl, I, Trigger, Ghost, Doc, Snoopy, Ink, Griller, Kai, Abe, and Evan sitting around the fire with Hannah, Aliana, Franchesca, Tiffany, and Lyndsay sitting on our laps. Our parents went to check on the kids and go to bed for the trip tomorrow. It’s only midnight and we’re just talking about anything and everything.
“You make me so happy Jackson.” Hannah whispers to me. I hug her closer to my body and look down at the face that I’ve loved for years now.
“You have no idea how happy you make me. I’d do anything for you, and you know it. Thank you for loving me and giving me the chance that I’ve wanted for years.” I whisper to her before bringing my lips to hers. It was meant to be innocent, a quick peck, but she deepened it, not that I was complaining. I love the feeling of her tongue against mine. Her body pressed against mine. She’s the soft to my hard, the light to my dark. She’s my everything and more.
“It’d be great if you didn’t eat her face off in front of us.” I’m not sure who said that, but I flip them the bird and continue kissing my woman until she pulls back breathless. “Pretty sure I got pregnant from that one, which is impossible since I’m a dude.” That would be Ink, my brother, the damn jokester.
“Hardy har-fucking-har. So damn funny.” I retort.
“So, who do you think is the next brother to find an ol’ lady?” Ali questions. “I personally think it’ll be Ink, but that’s just me.”
“I’m going with Trigger.” Hannah says. “Wanna place money on it?”
“I’ve got a hundred on Westyn.” Trigger pipes up. “No way in hell am I going down that path again.” And that ladies and gentlemen is how we ended our night. Making bets on who the next brother to find their ol’ lady would be. It’s up there between Ink and Trigger. Only time will tell.
Six o’clock came way to early. I swear I just laid down five minutes ago, but alas, it’s been five hours, maybe. I don’t know. I was pretty wasted. Hell, I’m still drunk. I don’t think I’m ready for this trip at all. Why did I drink so much last night? Oh, that’s right, fucking Tiffany and her peer pressure. No, that’s a lie, I drank so much because of that bitch Kara. She was the first person I’ve killed in years. It brought back shit that I wanted to stay hidden for a damn reason. Fucking hoochie coochies and their fucking drama. Fortunately, I don’t have time to worry about it anymore because I can feel the alcohol coming back up.
Jumping out of bed, I rush towards the bathroom and make it to the toilet in one piece. I even managed to make it there before I had a mess that I wasn’t even sure I was sober enough to clean up. God, the last time I was this drunk was probably in college before Aliana disappeared. Fuck, I really don’t remember. I’m actually surprised that I still have the memories of what the fuck happened last night. I’m taking that as a win.
Jackson comes back into the room while I’m in the middle of puking my entire body weight in alcohol up and holds my hair back while rubbing soothing circles on my back. I don’t deserve this man, that’s for damn sure. He’s the best thing to have happened to me and of course, I was too blind to see it, but honestly, who could blame me after the shit Blake put me through.
“That’s it baby girl, get it all up. I brought you some coffee and Tylenol to help sober you up. Plus, you can sleep on the way to the airport and on the flight.” He whispers. I’m essentially not hungover since I’m still drunk, but I appreciate it all the same. For such a rough and tough biker with a dark side, he sure is a damn teddy bear to his family. “Pretty sure Tiffany is worse than you are right now. She chugged half a gallon of fireball last night.” He chuckles. Ah, the fireball, I remember that. Tiff’s choice of drink is fireball when she wants to get fucked up to the max while mine is tequila and Ali’s is Jack Daniels. Pretty sure we kept daring each other to chug it, or we were playing a game. That’s still up in the air. I just groan at him.
Once the vomiting has come to a halt, I make my way towards the sink to brush my teeth and use mouth wash. “I have officially decided to never drink again. Ever.”
“Pretty sure that’s what you said the last time you got drunk. Granted you weren’t as bad off as you were last night, but still.” I glare at him through the mirror as I rinse my mouth. Once I’m done, I turn towards him and his lips come crashing down on mine, earning a groan from him in the process. “Babe, we don’t have time.” I silence his protests by invading his mouth with my tongue.
“That’s why they call them quickies.” I say, giving him my most seductive look as I bring my hand to run across his growing erection. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I was way too drunk to do anything when we went to bed.” I whisper in his ear, bringing the lobe between my teeth and nibbling. It’s one of his weaknesses, other than the obvious rubbing of his cock. Which, might I add, is very impressive.
“You mean you’re not drunk right at this moment?” He questions, bringing his hand to the apex of my thighs, over my panty-clad pussy, drawing a moan from my throat.
“Oh, I am definitely still drunk, but not to where I can’t make my man happy and get the pleasure I want in the process. Now, are you going to waste time we don’t have talking, or are you going to fuck your ol’ lady?” That’s all it took. His control snapped. He ripped my panties from my waist before ripping my shirt right down the middle. Sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen. I manage to shove his shorts and boxers down his legs before he sticks two fingers inside me. “Fuck! Jackson!” I can feel myself dripping down my thighs as he keeps up a ruthless pace with his fingers while his mouth focuses on my breasts. I’m so close. I start moving my hips to grind on his hands, but I need more. I need him inside me. “I need you inside me baby. Now!”
“Demanding this morning, are we?” I let out a whimper as he takes his fingers from my channel and lifts me up to sit on the counter. He plunges his cock inside my willing and waiting pussy in one solid thrust. All ten inches of this beautiful man made from stone. “Fuck! You feel so good baby girl.” I can’t speak, I’m in a state of bliss. He moves until only his tip is in before he thrusts back in, hard. That’s all it took for me to fall over that wonderful edge full of euphoria. His pace is relentless. “That’s it baby girl. Squeeze my cock. I want one more out of you.” He quickens his pace, bringing his hand between us to rub my clit. His other hand snaking around towards my ass. His grip is bruising, but the bite of pain adds to the pleasure. He’s getting close if his grunts and stuttering pace are any indication.
“J-Jackson! Oh God! Harder baby.” He moves his hips faster, his thrusts going deeper than they ever have before. “Yes! Don’t stop. So close.” He rakes his thumbnail over my clit, pinching it right after. My walls start to clench around him, drawing a loud groan from deep in his chest. He pulls out, causing me to whimper in frustration. He quickly puts me back on my feet, bending me over the counter of the sink, before slamming into me from behind.
“Look at me Hannah.” He growls out. My eyes snap up to meet his in the mirror. I watch as he brings his thumb up to my mouth. I open and suck on the offered finger. Something about it is so erotic and I fucking love it. “That’s it baby. Get it nice and wet.” After a few more seconds, he pops his thumb out of my mouth and brings it behind me. He presses it against the ring of muscle that is my anus. He’s not…is he? He is. He inserts his thumb in my ass, adding that much more pleasure. It’s enough to send me into the orgasm to end all orgasms. My eyes clench shut; stars are all I see as I fall from the highest peak I’ve ever been on. “Fuck! You’re squeezing me so fucking hard baby.” He brings his free hand down on my ass, the slap sounds throughout the bathroom, causing my orgasm to extend. One thrust, two thrust, three thrusts and he’s following me into bliss. He tenses behind me and with a guttural groan, he spills his seed deep inside my walls.
We stay still, trying to catch our breaths and come back to earth. A few minutes pass before he pulls out and gets a washcloth to clean us both up. The warmth of the cloth feels amazing on my sensitive skin. “Well, if I wasn’t sober before, I definitely am now.” He lets out a chuckle. “I love you Jackson.”
“I love you too baby girl. Coffee’s probably cold by now, but still drinkable. Go take your meds and drink your coffee. I’ll get our bathroom stuff packed while you do that and get dressed. We’re going to be leaving in about an hour now.” I walk into the bedroom and grab the leggings, sweater, bra, and panties from the dresser that I laid out before the party started yesterday and get dressed. I’m just going to wear my Ugg boots on the flight. It’s more comfortable that way.
After I get dressed, I sit on the bed and take the Tylenol with my now cold coffee. Jackson comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later with our toiletry bags, sets them on the chair by the door, before getting dressed and joining me for coffee. We sit in comfortable silence while I finish sobering up. That’s one thing that I love about Jackson. He doesn’t care that I don’t talk twenty-four seven. He’s okay with sitting in silence.
We’re brought out of our little world with a knock on the door. “You two better not be fucking in there. I’m not afraid to come in!” Ali’s voice filtered through the door. I know she’s not scared to come in here. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s seen us fucking. “Besides, if I’m not getting any, neither are you.” With that she throws the door open and walks into the bedroom. “Damn. I was hoping to see some action.” I let out a snort before getting dragged up from the bed by Jackson.
“Let’s get down there before we have a search party coming up here.” He chuckles. He grabs our luggage from by the door and we follow Aliana down into the main room where everyone going on the trip is up and waiting.
“Good morning everyone.” I say. I get grunts and grumbles in reply. These men don’t like to get up early that’s for sure.
“How in the hell are you all chirpy? Fuck you for being able to be all cheery and chirpy after getting smashed and fuck you Aliana for just being so damn chirpy this early in the morning.” Griller complains. Griller is Axyl’s blood brother, making him Aliana’s brother-in-law, so when Ali slaps the back of his head, no one bats and eye. They wouldn’t have if I did it either, but I’m also an ol’ lady. We’ve got to keep these men in check somehow.
“Oh, Aliana wasn’t so chirpy and cheery when she had her face buried in the toilet bowl claiming she was never getting pregnant again.” Axyl snorts. His mom and Ali’s mom both slap them in the back of the head causing me to giggle.
