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I moan my approval and she starts to giggle, forking more from her plate to take a bite herself.
By far, this is the best morning I have had since I was a kid at home with my mom. Mom worked long hours, but she made sure she always made Sunday morning special with breakfast together. When dad was killed in a car accident and she was left to raise a twelve-year-old boy on her own. I didn’t realize how much of an effort it was for her to keep going after he died. She cried for months after the funeral, but then one day she just stopped. I was too young to see that mom was just going through the motions of living. I often feel a connection to Ava because she lost her parents young as well. Ava may be married to Guard but ever since she shared her story with me, I knew that we would always have that understanding of loneliness.
I was a good kid, but no matter what I did, Mom kept drifting deeper and deeper into a somber and sad place. Then one day that started like any other day, I came home to find her passed out on the sofa. I shook and shook her but couldn’t get a response. I called the neighbors and they quickly called for an ambulance.
Suddenly, I was fifteen and alone by Mom’s grave. Right next to Dad, because that’s where she belonged. I was sent to foster care where I was transported from family to family, one bad situation to another. Until I finally turned eighteen and was turned out into the world with nothing and no one.
I quickly learned to fend for myself. I took whatever jobs was I could find and made sure I fed and clothed myself. I was attacked often because I wasn’t a big kid. I was beaten up on the street and hustled more times than I cared to remember.
I was looking for shelter for the night when I was dragged into an alley by a gang of guys a little older than me. I thought I was going to die that night. I had no money to give them and they were so high they didn’t care what they did to me. I screamed in pain when I was kicked in the back for what felt the hundredth time.
That’s when I caught a blur of four men. They were huge, tattooed and fearless. They tore through my attackers; I could hear bones crunching, agonizing screams of pain, and then the thumps of bodies hitting the ground. My eyes were nearly swollen shut from the beating I had taken moments earlier and my body pulled into a ball to stop the pain in my ribs.
“We’ll take him with us,” I heard one of them say.
“He’s not one of us,” said another.
“None of us had each other until one of us decided we were worth it. I say he’s worth it.” He had a rough voice and that voice stays with me whenever I think of my brothers and what they did for me that night. Guard saved my life and my brothers took me in and made me part of their family. They picked me up and make sure I was nursed back to health. They taught me how to protect myself and in return I gave back all I had.
Guard let me prospect for two years and made sure I understood what total loyalty to the club meant. He saw that I had a talent for design and gave me a job in the shop customizing designs for the bikes and cars.
They called me War. Partly because I have raged a battle within myself, fighting to let go of the anger over the loss of my parents and partly because I’m a warrior for the MC. My intense desire to protect my brothers, has made me relentless in waging war against anyone who makes moves against us.
It’s a gentle hand on my cheek that brings me back to the here and now. Maddie gazes at me with sad eyes and strokes my face with her soft gentle touch.
“You stopped eating. Is everything ok?” she asks tentatively.
“Everything is just as should be,” I replied. I focussed on the beautiful girl in my arms, the warm delicious meal, and this feeling of happiness that has eluded me since I was a kid. In this singular moment, all is just right.
After finishing our meal, I tell Maddie to go get changed for company. I know it won’t be long before the Vi and Ava team pounce. They seem determined to make every old lady is part of their inner circle. If I’m right, we have forty-five minutes tops before I hear the door chime.
I walk into the bedroom where I’m serenaded by the voice of my angel singing, “Hero.” I move closer to the ensuite where I can hear her more clearly. When she sings, I can feel every word, every beat, every emotion.
I know I shouldn’t, but I watch as she gently lathers her body, rinsing and moving her hands over her breasts and hips. I want my hands on her and I don’t think I can hold off much longer before I take her and make her mine completely.
I strip down and step into the shower behind her. A startled roar of terror and wide eyes; Maddie is gasping for air. “Baby, it’s me,” I say quietly and pull her close, reaching behind her to shut off the water. “Hey, look at me. It’s me,” then again, “Look at me, Maddie.” I tilt her chin upward so our eyes meet; I’m gutted by what see. Tears streaming down her cheeks, her body shuddering in fear; she is clearly pale and shaken.
“Christ, Baby, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to be close to you.” I continued to hold her as the tears subside, and her body relaxes. I turn the water back on to rinse us both, then after draping a towel around myself, I wrapped her in a towel and set her on the center of the bed. I climb behind her and wrap myself around her like a cloak. I want her to feel my warmth and strength. “You’re safe, Kitten. I will never let anyone hurt you. Ever!” I say with steely determination.
Maddie takes a deep breath, turning her head to the side and upward so that we are staring into one another’s eyes.
“I’m so sorry. I never wanted you to have to see me this way,” She takes another breath and continues while fidgeting with the hem of the towel enveloping her body. “It must be the new place, new routine, and new everything. I feel like an idiot.” She stops suddenly and diverts her eyes from mine, making a move to distance herself from me.
“None of that,” I say sternly and place my forehead against hers. “There is no reason to apologise. I knew your history and make a stupid decision. I’m the one who’s sorry. I never want you to feel unsafe.” I kissed her softly. Small butterfly kisses until I can feel the anxiety ease out of her body. “Kitten, I never want you to hide what you’re feeling or thinking. Promise me.”
“I promise,” she mumbles as her arms round the back of my neck, bringing her face close. “I wasn’t always like this, War. I was a normal person.” I hear her hiccup and know that a flow of tears is about to bubble to the surface again.
“Baby, when you’re ready, I am here to listen to what happened. All of it. I want to know so we can work through this together. I want to know who he was; how long he had you; what he said. I want to know it all, and once you let it all out, we can heal. And I will tell you my story, so you can understand why my brotherhood and the “Pride” mean so much to me.”
“Not now,” she replies faintly. “Soon, I promise.” Her grip doesn’t lessen but I’m comforted in the fact that her breathing regulates.
I continue to kiss her softly, all over her beautiful face. Little kisses on her eyes, cheeks and lips. I can feel her shift and wriggle to connect her body closer to mine. She is getting totally turned on. I place her astride me with her knees on other side of my hips as I lean back into to the headboard. Her fingers trace the tattoos on my arms, then veer their path to my chest making an exploratory journey through her gentle touch. I feel her lips on the edge of the tattooed Celtic cross; I had it etched onto my skin as way to pay tribute to my family, with births and deaths inscribed within it.
Her body melds further into mine, I can feel her core pressing hard against my cock. I am already holding on by a thread and my Maddie isn’t make this any easier. I wrap her hair around my fist and tug to slam her mouth against mine. Her lips soften, open and give it all back to me.
“Please,” she begs as she grinds down on me.
“Fuck, Baby, are you sure?” I ask hoarsely. I barely recognize my own vice. I am silently begging that she doesn’t want to stop. Little moans escape her lips and she nods her head, growling yes into my ear. I flip her onto her back and move my hands to slide under her towel. I continue to savour the look in her eyes as I remove the towel completely. My mouth makes its way from her throat, licking, sucking and tasting the path that leads down to her erect nipples, teasing me with their sweet rose colouring. A soft moan leaves those perfect lips as I tug on one rosy tip ever so gently. The more I lap and suck her pert nipple, the louder her moans become, her hands now griping my hair, holding me to her breasts. She curves her back forcing her breast further into my mouth. She tastes incredible.
