After round two and three, Peyton has fallen asleep. Her face resting on my chest and her hand on my stomach, soft and sated.
Absolutely beautiful.
I've never really been a player, never had sex with the club whores - did not want to risk an STD - but I have slept with a few women. Could not even compare to her, I didn't think anything would. Not just sexually but in terms of intelligence and ferocity, this woman laying on my chest outmatches all of them.
Her beauty is unreal, her regality astounding and her ability to put together information so quickly is extraordinary. This entire woman here is extraordinary. She can keep up with me as well, in every way, and even though she knows what I do she trusts me. Nothing feels better than this.
I fall asleep at around three am, sleeping soundly again with her to chase the bad away.
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I wake up to soft kisses littering my chest and gentle fingertips gliding over the expanse of my chest before reaching up and brushing through my hair. "Good morning, baby." I say softly, catching her attention. She gives me a kiss before carrying on with her teasing.
My phone rings just as she reaches my dick and I give her a look that tells her not to do anything. I answer the phone just as her mouth descends and I jerk in surprise, my head falling back onto the pillow as I mutter a quiet "Fuck."
"Reign," I try to tune in to the words being said by my President but with my woman going down on me, I can't fucking concentrate. I rest my hand on the back of her head and beg her with my eyes to give it up for two seconds, she just gives me a look that says 'no.'
For fuck sake.
"Yeah?" My voice is evidently strained and becomes even more so when she begins to caress my balls, taking my entire dick in her mouth with little effort. I would be jealous and demand how she can do this so well but she basically has my brain in her mouth.
"Church in twenty minutes, bring Peyton." The woman in question massages my thighs and the base of my dick, as she licks it like a fucking lollipop.
I can't last much longer.
"Okay." I hang up immediately and savour the last few seconds before I explode down her throat, she swallows and pulls up, wiping her chin with a cheeky smile. "You're gonna get punished for that later."
"I'm counting on it." She whispers and plants a kiss on me. "Now, go and shower. We need to get to the clubhouse."
"Yes ma'am." I have a quick shower washing off her scent regretfully. I come back into the bedroom and find Peyton fully dressed in a little blue summer dress that kisses the middle of her thighs and hugs her perfect curves. I'm thankful that the neckline reveals one of my marks since she looks good enough to eat and I'm not sharing her with my brothers.
She pulls her curls from their bun and they fall down her back messily, inspiring more dirty fantasies that I don't have time to act on. She clips on a necklace and a few bracelets sliding a diamond ring on her right hand and diamond earrings into her ears.
She spritzes on the perfume that coated my skin last night before brushing her teeth quickly, resting against the doorframe of the ensuite soon after.
Good Lord, she sucks the air out of my lungs just by standing there.
"Are you going to get dressed, love?" She pulls me out of my daydreams of slamming her into the closest wall and ravishing her until the only word she knows is my name; back into boring reality where I have to get dressed and go to a fucking meeting.
Kill me now.
"I was admiring your beauty, can't fault me for that." She pulls me into a searing kiss before bouncing down the stairs, I assume readying to go to the clubhouse.
I slide my jeans back on along with my shirt and cut, lacing my boots and passing a hand through my hair seconds later. I follow on behind Peyton and find her in the kitchen, sat on the table and tying her shoes up. I head over to her and tie them for her, leaving a kiss on each ankle before slipping her off the table and onto the floor.
"What a gentleman." She straightens my cut with a sly smile on her face. She knows exactly what she does to me since it's pressed against her stomach and fighting against my zipper. "Let's go."
The ride there is even more agonising now that I've had a taste for her, knowing that she'd probably allow me to pull over now and fuck her on the back of this bike does not help.
We pull up and she sprints inside, probably to gossip with Lexie about everything that's happened while I spark up a cigarette and lean against my bike. I need to calm down or I will do something I won't regret but will likely get in trouble for... Like fucking my woman on the bar, or on the table in Church or on the pool table.
I bring my thoughts back down to Earth and try and concentrate on the HR gang trying to bring us down, the anger killing my erection and calming my libido... for now. Once I've finished my cigarette I've got a good enough handle on it to head into Church, I wink at Peyton who smiles back before I take my seat at the table.
"Right this HR threat has not backed down. Slasher just reported that one of their runs got hit, two men down with bullet wounds and twenty AKs have be stolen, we need to know where they're storing those, take everything we can and burn it to the ground."
"Why are we risking our lives for them?" Romeo - our tech guy that we grabbed after he hacked into NSA and CIA satellites as a day time hobby - speaks out. Even though he spends most of time behind a computer, he is stacked and decorated with colourful tattoos which alone make him intimidating. The scar on his face that stretches from his left eyebrow to the corner of his lip enhances the danger vibe. We don't tell anyone that he did that when he was chasing tail while drunk as hell and cut himself with his own beer bottle that he broke two seconds prior. That's why we call him Romeo. He was patched six years ago when he was only fifteen. He's our youngest patch member but has to be one of the most intelligent. "They've killed three of our men before."
"We've killed more of theirs than they've ever got their hands on." Gears replies, puffing on his cigar that is definitely a Cuban. He refuses to smoke anything else, not even standard cigarettes.
"Is there alliance really worth it? Can't we just kill everyone and get over it?" Blade, the newest patched member (other than Forger), suggests with a shrug. I don't trust him, he's always so laissez-faire about death and doesn't exactly give much in terms of help. The only reason he got patched in is because his father used to be one of us and he likes to think he's the hardest of us all. Really he is the runt, he has too much hair and wouldn't weigh 100 pounds when soaking wet. He has no tattoos besides the club tattoo and can hardly even hold a gun. I voted against letting him get patched but was outvoted.
Fucker wants my woman too.
"No, they're Peyton's biological family." Bear spits back, I know he doesn't really like Blade and doesn't like the fact he was pushed to patch him so he still gives him the grunt work that prospects are supposed to do.
"Does that mean we're entering a pact with them, boss?" Runner speaks next, his voice has a certain lilt to it with his Spanish accent and it calms a lot of nerves. He's probably the calmest of us all, most likely to think things through before he loses his temper so he is often the voice of reason. Puts us all to shame when it comes to guns as well, I swear that guy can shoot a bullseye with his eyes closed - I've seen it firsthand.
"We're in peace talks right now, with Peyton onside I'm sure we'll have a pact by the end of this week."
"Why did you ask me to bring her by the way?" I chip in for the first time and they all look at me. There are only eight people sat at this table right now, all considered family, brothers. A few more members are on runs or protection duty, the club as a whole has about thirty members.
Fifteen are out on runs and three are honorary members that don't work here but are called in like Doc and the guy who does our tattoos, the rest are somewhere here or in their own houses. The only people called to this meeting are the high ranking ones, Blade's only here because he was in the room when others were called for.
"Ah yes." He swings the door open and calls for Peyton. I see the excited look in their eyes and grip the handles of my chair.
Fuck.