Integrity Has No Bounds (19 page)

“I took care of the fucker who hurt you, and
I enjoyed every minute of making sure he wouldn’t get up to hurt
you or anyone else ever again. I got home, wanting to hold you and
let you know you didn’t have to fear the man any longer, and you
were gone. You didn’t trust me enough to deal with your problems
and that fuckin’ hurt to know my woman didn’t trust me enough to
stick around and talk about it.”

“Now, I’ve tiptoed around your brother and
your parents long enough, I want my woman.”

He easily flipped them over so his leg pinned
hers to the mattress, while his lips devoured hers. His hands began
pulling her shirt up so he could savor her unbound tits. “So
fucking beautiful, I love these beauties.” He looked into her eyes.
“And from the way your nipples are poking up at me, I’d say they
like it. Hmmm, Stevie, take off your clothes for me so I don’t rip
them off you. I want my woman raw and wild, I want to see you
riding my cock like you did the first morning we woke up
together.”

She felt shy when he mentioned that morning,
but she wanted him, had wanted him for it seemed like forever. “My
parents could come in any minute, John, we can wait until….”

The tug of the material covering her
shoulders where he’d bunched the cloth was the only warning that
he’d gotten tired of waiting for her to strip, and began ripping
the thin cotton. His smile was predatory and she frowned at him,
but he ignored that and yanked his own t-shirt over his head,
tossing it behind himself and bent down to lick and suck her
nipples.

She arched her back to push her breasts
harder into his hands and mouth, and loved hearing him moan. He was
noisy as he licked his way over her skin, but it turned her on to
know that he loved giving them both such pleasure.

Her hands went to the waistband of her jeans
and found one of his hands already there working on the button and
zipper of the denim. The discovery made her giggle and she raised
her hands to hold his head to her breast.

“I hope you don’t plan to tear my jeans off,
I only brought two pairs with me and I might need them.” She got a
bite on the nipple for her teasing, and gasped. “Oh, John, God that
feels so good.”

He let the tight nipple leave his suctioning
mouth and sat back against the headboard. “Take them off, I
wouldn’t want you to leave this room totally naked, but right now I
am not in the mood to wrestle with clothing.” His hands reached for
the tight buds again as she backed off the bed and slid her tight
jeans down her legs.

When she stood next to the bed naked and
nervous looking, he had to smile. He held out his hand and she put
hers into it. He had half expected her to run from the room, but
she stood her ground and he was thankful for the trust she was
giving him.

He pulled her over his lap and kissed her
beautiful lips, turning the kiss into an all out assault on soft
wet tissues of her mouth and tongue. He broke the kiss and leaned
forward to push her torso into lying face up between his spread
thighs.

His hands roamed at will over her skin and
she gasped when he added harder pressure than she’d ever felt to
her nipples. “Oh I, that, is so, harder, do that again.”

He smiled at her, loving her enthusiasm for
the things he did to enhance her pleasure. His hands cupped the
cheeks of her ass and raised her pussy up to his hungry mouth. His
tongue licked at her clit and traced the hood covering the tiny
muscle before sliding down to the entrance of her pussy. He loved
the taste of her juice and lapped every trickle that escaped her
vaginal entrance. Moaning as he shook his head fast while still
sucking hard on her flesh seemed to amp up her enjoyment and in
turn made his cock feel like it would explode. He tongue fucked her
hole and she came up into his mouth, his tongue was feeling the
flutter and clamp of her pussy and he pushed it as deep as he could
reach. She was clutching her breasts and pinching her own
nipples.

“Oh God, don’t stop, don’t ever stopppp… Oh
fuck.” Her back bowed and pushed her hips upward again. She was
lost in pleasure. “What you’re doing….don’t stop, yes right there,
yesss…..” Her orgasm hit fast and caused her body to jerk in time
to the tongue in her pussy’s rhythm.

John saw her head snap back, then felt her
thighs tighten around his shoulders and doubled the strokes of his
tongue for her to reach the pleasure that waited for her. When it
hit her, he continued to stroke his tongue over her soaked flesh,
making encouraging noises that vibrated through his mouth to her
sensitive clit, which was standing outside of its hidden covering.
One last tap of his tongue, and she began to scream and grab at the
bedding next to his hips.

“That’s right, honey, it only gets better.”
He lowered her hips to his lap where his cock was immediately
sliding between the soaked slit of her still clutching pussy lips.
“Now that’s a pretty sight, my cock is getting harder from just the
sight of your lips sucking at the shaft of my cock.”

She laughed lightly and levered herself to
her elbows to see what he was staring at. “Oh wow, that does look
hot.” She gave a short pump of her hips and shivered from the
delicious stab of pleasure from his cock bumping her still
sensitive clit. “Hmm, I like that too.”

He was done playing, his cock was ready to
burst and he wanted to be inside of her when it did. He reached
down to help her sit up, and then lifted her ass up enough for his
cock to sink inside. “Hmmm, oh yeah, just like that. So fuckin’
tight, your pussy is still greedy, isn’t it, baby, I can feel her
clenching each inch I give you. Fuck, woman, I’m dying here, move,
ride me.”

Stevie raised and lowered her hips onto his
but couldn’t maintain a rhythm in the position she was in. “I need
some help here, big man, all I want to do is sink your cock deep
inside of me and grind down on you until I come again.”

She was doing just that and sank her nails
into his shoulder blades as she sank her teeth into the tight
muscle covering his chest, a growling moan hummed along his chest
and went right to his cock. The cum came shooting from his balls
even as his hands grabbed her hip and thigh to shove deeper until
he was a deep as he could get. “Oh fuck, baby, come for me, I can
feel you, so damn hot.” His arms wrapped her tighter to his chest,
and feeling her nails rake down his back finished him off, no way
was he giving this woman a chance to take this away.

John licked her neck and whispered into her
ear, “I licked you so you’re mine now.”

She burst into laughter and hugged him back,
“I can’t believe you would say something like that, but I like the
idea.”

By the time they were dressed and left the
bedroom, her parents had returned and were busy putting groceries
away. That was their story and Stevie didn’t want to question why
her father threw a box of noodles at them and told them to get lost
when she and John started into the kitchen. They changed direction
and went into the family room to wait for the older couple to
finish doing their thing. Stevie kept blushing and shaking her head
and John couldn’t help but laugh.

“Be happy for them, they’re still young and
can enjoy a healthy sex life. It gives me hope for us in the
future.” He pulled her closer and looked into her beautiful eyes,
his hand raised and brushed her hair back.

“Stevie, I know you think it was a mistake
for me to respect your brother’s wishes, and maybe it was, but a
man has to live by some rules, and what’s done is done. I want a
future with you, and if that’s what you want too, then we will deal
with whatever comes our way. What do you think?”

What did she think? “We’ve wasted so much
time already that I am sick and tired of waiting around for
something to happen, I’m tired of taking my Jeep in for oil changes
and mysterious noises, just to look at a man I couldn’t get to ask
me out, and was too proud to ask you myself. I thought that you
liked me, but something was wrong with me.” She poked him in the
chest to emphasize her point.

“And, you need to understand something, I
don’t like it when you go all Neanderthal on me. Just because I am
a woman doesn’t mean I can’t handle reality or the truth. So don’t
expect me to just let you hide important things from me because
you’re being an arrogant asshole. I’m a big girl and can deal with
it.” She took his cheeks between her hands and stretched up to kiss
his lips, “We can deal with things together, it’s called
trust.”

The rumbling shout from the kitchen had them
looking at each other and grinning. Stevie felt John pulling her
hand from his shoulder to hold in his big hand.

“All I can promise is I will do my best to
share, but you have to open your mouth and tell me when I am
shutting you out. Someday I will break down and tell you about my
parents, but trust me, they are nothing as great as yours are. So
what do you say? Are we going to do this? Live together, share our
lives, whatever you want to call it?”

She really wanted to make him wait for her
answer, but they’d wasted years already,
fuck that
, she made
her decision
, both feet, Stevie, if you want this then do
it
. She nodded.

“I want this, I want to have an us, does that
make sense? I tried not to let you inside my heart, it hurt for you
to act like I was just another woman hanging around, and once Harry
was gone, I needed someone to lean on, but the only man I really
wanted was ignoring me, so I tried dating other men.”

The look on his face was gratifying, the
scowl at the mention of her dating other men made her smile and
shake her head.

“They weren’t you. Not one of them was a big,
stubborn assed Neanderthal, and none of them made me want to cuddle
close and rest my head on his chest.” She got another mouth fucking
kiss for her confession.

Laughter from the next room put smiles back
on their lips, and John sighed.

“Now I get to have a man to man with your
father. If he busts my head again, I might need to rethink this
relationship.” He laughed when her fist made a solid connection
with his stomach. “If he doesn’t like the idea, I’ll just kidnap
your ass and take you to my lair in the woods.”

She grinned wide, “I happen to love your
lair, big guy, you won’t have to do much kidnapping to get me
there.”

Dinner was fun with her parents, and she
wasn’t nervous at all when John invited Rolf for a run and a beer
at his favorite watering hole. The men left, and she sat with her
mother talking.

“Do you love him, baby?” Stevie nodded.

“It feels like I’ve loved him forever, and I
am so pissed at Harry for taking my choice away, and keeping us
from being together before now.” She drummed her fingernails on the
Formica topped kitchen table and shook her head to clear the anger
from her brain.

“Harry refused to allow John to ask me out,
in fact I have a suspicion that he probably warned all the club
brothers to leave me alone. I think he wanted me to marry some suit
and tie type of man and live in the suburbs away from MCs. Every
time I wanted to go to the Breed’s club, he made up excuses not to
have me there, and now that I’ve figured out why, he isn’t around
for me to yell at him.”

June Bug patted her hands, calming the
drumming, “Baby, men are dumb as dirt sometimes, Harry was doing
his best to protect you and you know it. I understand what you’re
saying, but trust me, when you have a daughter, and a son, the boy
will still try to boss her around. It’s just natural in this
family. I’m happy that you have a good man who loves the socks off
your feet.” She smiled and let a light laugh escape her lips.

“Did I ever tell you what happened when my
father found out that his little princess had gone and got herself
knocked up by a biker punk?”

By the time she’d finished her tale of
teenaged parenthood, both women were laughing at the men in their
lives. “It’s inevitable that your man got beat up a little.”

They were still catching up when the men got
back, and from the sound of their voices, they hadn’t come back
alone.

*****

The sight of her brother walking into the
kitchen was followed by someone she vaguely remembered seeing
before but couldn’t place him. Harry looked like he’d been in a bad
fight, his lips were bleeding and there was a cut over his rapidly
blackening eye.

June Bug hopped up and stood by the chair,
waiting for her son to come to her. He didn’t hesitate to make a
beeline to his mother, uncaring that everyone in the room was
smiling to see the reunion between mother and son. June Bug was
dangling in his arms, crushed in his tight embrace. She kept
running her hand over his head, and scolding him for staying away
for so long.

Stevie looked back toward the door and was
surprised he was also wiping a small trickle of blood from his
mouth. She glanced toward her father, and saw that he was watching
the reunion of mother and son. He was smiling in approval, with no
visible signs of being in a fight.

She knew then that John and Harry had gotten
into an argument, and wondered what had happened, but her place was
with her man. She got up and went to him, lifted her fingers to his
swollen lip and wiped the last drop of his blood that had beaded on
his skin.

“I don’t suppose this had anything to do with
me, did it?” She took his hand and urged him toward the bathroom so
she could clean his face, and check for any other injuries. “I
think we need to go home tomorrow, you keep getting hurt around
here, and I expect you to be in perfect shape when I move into your
lair. I have been making plans for that big tub and I also plan to
ravish you in the woods.”

Life was going to be good; she’d waited long
enough to start it.