Filip is parked in my driveway when I pull in. He's leaning casually against his bike. I sit in my car for a moment, just staring at him. He looks so amazingly sexy standing there. I can't stop the smile from spreading across my face. He meets me as I open the door and step out. I stand in front of him for just a moment. He picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
'Oh jesus, Filip put me down. I'm gonna fall." I giggle.
He opens the door and closes it behind us. He heads through the kitchen and into my bedroom, tossing me on my bed before climbing on top of me. I wiggle to try and get out from underneath him. He pulls me back toward him and kisses me, hard and deep.
The inside of my thigh vibrates and I push him away.
"Uh, babe. Your phone is vibrating. Don't answer it right away, it feels nice." I tease him.
He groans as he pushes himself off of me. He answers and doesn't say a word before hanging up again.
"I gotta go sweetheart. I'll be back." He pulls me to stand up by him and gives me a kiss.
I wrap my hands in his hair and pull him against me. He responds for a moment before pulling away again.
"Oh you're gonna kill me. I'm pretty sure that ravaging you isn't an excuse Clay is gonna accept. I'll be back soon I promise. Wait for me." He puts his forehead against mine and I nod. He gives me a gentle kiss and I sit back down on the edge of the bed watching him go.
Once he's gone my phone lights up on the night stand. I check it and recognize the number.
"Do you need me to come get him?" I ask as I answer, no greeting needed.
"Yeah, he's pretty bad. He didn't want me to call you." The bartender answers.
"All right, I'm on my way. Don't let him leave." I tell him and hang up.
It takes only a few minutes to get to the bar. I pull in as close to the door as I can. The place is relatively deserted. I quickly spots my dad at the bar hovered over his drink with his oxygen tank next to him. Quietly I sit down next to him. He continues nursing his whiskey. The bartender sets a Jack and Coke in front of me. My dad doesn't look up once.
"So you are still alive." I say to him, sipping my own drink.
"Like you care." He mumbles
"Daddy, don't be like that. You know damn well I care." I tell him, letting the anger build up a little.
"Don't you 'daddy' me. You're not some little girl anymore. Apparently you're old enough to make your own bad decisions." He spits the words at me, his breath smells like stale whiskey.
"Whatever old man. You're drunk and you're gonna say something you don't mean." I turn in my chair to look at him. "What's so wrong with me dating Filip?"
"He's too old for you and he's a club member." The old man looks back at his drink before finishing it off. He waves the bartender over for a refill
"You don't want me dating a club member?" I ask, never hearing him tell me that before.
"Hell no, I don't want this life for my daughter." He swings his arm back wildly.
"Daddy, I'm in this life. Not like someone from outside the club would understand this or be able to deal with it. Let's be honest, I can't bring home some yuppie lawyer to family Christmas at Gemma's." I plead with him to understand. He tries to stand up unsuccessfully. He's irate.
"Don't help me. I don't need your help." He struggles to get back to his feet and kicks over several stools around him in response. I give the bartender an apologetic look. He's losing his patience. He takes Piney's drink away and heads to the other end of the bar.
"Dad, come on. Let me give you a ride home." I beg him. He swings his arm again, this time connecting with the side of my face. I stand there, surprised. My dad's never hit me before, accidental or otherwise. His face reflected the shock on mine.
"Oh baby girl. I'm so sorry." He starts to apologize.
"I'm gonna call Opie. He can give you a ride home. We'll talk when you're sober, not until then." I tell him. I try not to get angry knowing that he didn't mean to hit me but I don't want to be around him anymore. I step outside and call my big brother.
Opie meets me outside the bar a few moments later. Dad has started to sober up a bit, he's drinking coffee now.
"What happened?" Opie asks, noticing the red mark across my face. He tilts my face toward the light.
"Dad swung; I didn't get out of the way fast enough. He wasn't aiming for me, just drunk and not paying attention. I told him we'd talk when he was sober again." I explain and Opie's eyes flash angry. "Hey, don't. Leave it be. He didn't hit me, just swung his arm and didn't realize I was close. No big deal."
"Why don't you go home? I'll handle this." He tells me.
"Opie, I love you. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about Filip." I try to apologize.
"We'll talk about this when I'm not dealing with dad. Just go home." He dismisses me and heads inside the bar.
I'm completely irritated with my family and my jaw is starting to hurt a little by the time I pull into my empty driveway. I make my way inside and head straight for the bedroom. By the time I sit down on the edge of my bed, I hear Filip's bike cut off in the driveway. He knocks a few moments later and I call for him to come in.
When he sees the mark on my face, he is instantly concerned. He sits down next to me on the bed.
"Rough night?" he asks.
"Yeah, they called me to come and get Piney. I stood too close when he swung his arm. He didn't try to hit me; I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Opie's dealing with him now." I tell him. He caresses my cheek. "Everything ok with you? Are you all mine for the rest of the night?"
"Aye, what did you have in mind?" He asks as a mischievous grin spreads across his lips.
"Let's go for a ride. Can we stay at your place tonight?" I ask. He leans in for a gentle kiss.
"Whatever you want baby." He whispers in my ear.
On the way to his apartment, I carefully massage the inside of his thighs. I press against him the whole way. By the time he parks his bike, he is needy. I jump off of his bike and bend over to shake my hair out. He presses against me from behind, snaking his arm around my waist. I stand up and he spins me around to face him. Before I can say a word, his lips expertly make their way down my neck to my collarbone.
"We are not doing this in a parking lot. I'm all for rough and kinky sex but that's too much." I tell him breathlessly. There's not much conviction in my voice and I'm sure if he continued, I wouldn't fight him.
"Rough and kinky hu?" he asks, a gleam in his eyes.
"Maybe." I laugh and duck under his arm. He chases me across the parking lot to his door. I lean back against his door and pull his face to mine. He bends down and grabs my thighs, lifting me to wrap my legs around him. The door falls open behind me and I clutch him giggling.
His smell is all over his apartment and I drink it in. It's intoxicating. I lean against his counter in the kitchen and watch him take off his kutte and hang it up. He locks the door before heading in my direction. I stand in front of him, staring up into his eyes. The stress of the last few days melts away. He lifts me up and sets me down on the counter, pushing himself between my legs. Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I slowly push it up and over his head. His pants hang low on his waist exposing the defined area below his abdomen. I run a finger lightly along the line formed from his muscles.
I lean back on my hands as he undoes my jeans before peeling them off of me, his fingers graze the black and red lace on my thong. His hands move to the buttons on my shirt, he leaves the shirt on my shoulders exposing my black lace bra. When he's done, he steps back to inspect his handi-work. His expression is unreadable.
"What?" I whisper to him, sitting up a little bit.
"You're beautiful." He smiles as he moves toward me again.
I reach up to kiss him but he moves to the side and kisses my neck instead. I feel his teeth brush against my skin and the sensation between his kisses and bites is amazing. He pushes me back to lean against the wall behind me and pulls my hips to the edge of the counter. He slides his fingers under the side of my thong and pulls hard, tearing it off of me.
"Listen, I'm not gonna have any sexy underwear if you keep doing that." I tease him.
"Good, you don't need to wear it anyway." He whispers before dropping to his knees in front of me.
I'm dizzy with anticipation. His hot breath against my thigh has me already wet. He glances up to me with a cocky grin. He slowly pushes my legs farther apart. He slides his finger tip lightly along my slit before putting it in his mouth. The feel of his thumb pressed against my clit sends a bolt of pleasure through me. I sit up, gripping the edge of the counter. He replaces his thumb with his lips and tongue and I groan loudly, throwing my head back.
When he feels me start to reach my breaking point, he backs away and stands up. My body shudders at the sudden change in sensation. I pout at him a little.
"Don't give me that girlie. We aren't done yet." He leans in close and kisses me gently, pulling me to him. I push him away.
"That's ok, two can play that game." My voice comes out raspy and hungry.
I slide off the counter and stand in front of him. He tries to distract me with kissing, placing his hands on both sides of my face. I carefully unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down his legs. He pulls me to him, pressing his erection against my stomach.
He lowers his head to kiss me but I dodge him, dropping down in front of him. I run my tongue around the length of his dick before pushing my lips over the tip. He buries his hands in my hair and pulls it behind me to give him a better view as I expertly slid him in and out of mouth. He groans my name. I pull away from him and stand up in front of him.
His lips cover mine eagerly, his hand at the back of my neck. When I moan into his mouth he pulls away and turns me around to face the counter. His arm slips around my waist and he presses himself into me. I lean against the edge of the counter as he quickens his pace. His hand is between my shoulder blades, grasping and pulling my hair. I scream out his name as I tighten around him, exploding inside. He groans and pulls away. My knees are shaking and weak.
He leads me to the couch before he sits down, pulling me into his lap. I climb on top of him, guiding him inside of me before I grind my hips down on him. He moans before taking each one of my nipples into his mouth, one at a time. He bites and sucks at them, causing me to cum again.
Once I've recovered, he lays me down next to him and climbs between my knees. I hook one leg around his waist and pull him as far inside me as I can, arching my back into him. His intensity is almost unbearable and when I feel him start to climax, I let go.
"I'll never call you an old man again. You can totally keep up with me." I tell him through ragged breaths. He just smiles at me before getting up. We head to the bedroom, leaving our clothes where they are.