I'm on my way to club house, get there now.
The text from Filip had me on edge. It wasn't like him to demand things. I had spent the better part of the day taking care of TM while Gemma was at the hospital. After half the club left to go check on her, I was swamped. All I wanted was one night off from this shit but it wasn't going to happen.
When I step through the door, the sight of Bobby bleeding and in pain greets me. I throw my purse down on one of the tables and rush over. Filip meets me half-way.
"He's ok, doc's fixin him up." I make eye contact with Tara over Filip's shoulder, giving her a sympathetic smile. I nod at Filip, assuring him I understand.
"You ok?" I ask, suddenly looking him over for damage.
"Yeah, yeah. Fine." He pulls me in for a hug. "Op too."
I relax instantly in his arms. It's some kind of strange control he has over me. I glance over at Gemma, noticing the damage to her face. She steps over to me and I break away from Filip.
"Oh, mama. You ok?" I ask. She nods dismissively but I see some kind of pain behind her eyes that tells me she's lying.
We wait patiently while Tara works on Bobby, he groans in protest several times. Something about the look on his face and his half empty bottle of Jack makes me laugh, almost uncontrollably. He looks at me puzzled.
"Welcome fucking home big man." I laugh and a few of the guys join in.
"I'd rather have a private party with you Bree." He winks at Filip who playfully lunges toward him.
"I did always have a thing for Elvis." I wiggle my eyebrows at him. Tara looks at me appreciatively, thankful for the sudden distraction in the antsy patient. We leave after he's all patched up. Filip rides behind me, slipping easily into my driveway as I pull into the garage.
He opens my door and helps me out of the car. I run my hand through my hair, moving it to the side of my head and over my shoulder. Filip leans over and nibbles gently on my exposed neck. He backs me up against the side of the car, gripping my thigh and pulling it up to his hip. He grinds into me, kissing down the front dip in my shirt.
I twirl my fingers into his longer hair. His free hand cups my cheek, pulling me into his kiss deeper. His tongue traces my lower lip before he pulls it slowly into his mouth. I moan, gently against his lips, melting into his touch.
"Come to bed with me Mr. Telford?" I whisper into his ear, allowing my hot breath to linger over his neck.
"Nah, I think I'll stay out here." He responds, pushing his erection against me.
"Yeah, ok. Stay out here then." I tease, slipping out from under him so that he falls gently against the side of my car. He groans as I walk into the house. I barely make it to my bedroom before I hear him behind me.
I stand in the middle of my room, stepping out of my shoes when he comes to the doorway. I watch him shrug out of his kutte and hang it on the door. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, staring at me intently. I flash him a seductive smile and he steps closer, throwing his shirt on the floor. I grip the hem of his wife-beater, pulling it over his head. My hands slide easily over his bare chest.
"Make love to me Filip." I whisper to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifts me up, setting me gently on the bed.
"Aye lass, I'll do whatever ya want me too." His deep accent setting off something inside me, making me quiver.
His fingers slip under my shirt, making feather-like motions across my skin. Goose bumps rush over my skin and every nerve in my body hums with his touch. He slowly works my shirt up my stomach, laying kisses along my abdomen. I try not to writhe under him, wanting him so bad.
I gasp sharply when his tongue makes contact with my nipple. A current runs straight from that spot through my stomach and between my legs. When he moves on, nibbling my neck, I turn into him and push myself against him. He slides my shirt the rest of the way off, undoing my bra quickly in the process. He buries his face between my breasts and kisses my sternum; the sensation is strange and thrilling.
I run my fingers lightly over his back and neck, the muscles flexing under my touch. Just watching them tighten and relax makes me wet. My hand travels to his chest as he positions himself next to me on the bed. We lay there kissing for so long I think I'm going to faint from the lack of oxygen. He holds me close to him. Unable to stand the buildup any longer, I reach down to his belt and easily get it off. He smiles against my lips and takes the lead, pulling my jeans and panties off in one swift motion.
I open my legs to him as he pushes his jeans off and hovers over me. He gently lowers himself into me, pushing slowly in and staying there as I grind against him in pure need. I wiggle under him as he kisses my neck gently, leaving no space untouched. Slowly he begins to move, pushing in and out of me with strong, slow thrusts. The way he moves drives me insane as I get closer to falling apart.
He can feel me tighten against him and he reaches down, gripping my hip and pinning me to the bed as he picks up his pace. I roll my hips under his weight and suddenly explode against him, crying out his name and digging my nails into his back; the muscles reacting under my grip.
"Christ Aubrey, I don't know if I can hold back anymore baby." He whispers in my ear, his hand shaking against my hip. I push him away from me, rolling over underneath him. He wraps his arm around my waist pulling me too him and slams into me from behind. After months of this, I still enjoy the feel of him completely buried inside me, filling me completely. He crashes against me, making sure I feel each thrust in every part of my body. He pulls me up so my back is against his chest and he wraps his hand around the base of my throat gently holding me in place while I bounce on his lap. Each time I fall on top of him, my legs spread more allowing him to reach the deepest parts of me and when he finally shudders underneath me, emptying himself inside of me I come apart on top of him, my muscles twitching in pleasure.
He lays me down on my stomach in front of him before falling down next to me. I use my little left over energy and crawl up to meet him, placing my head on his sweaty chest.
"Happy is in town ya know?" His odd comment wakes me from the blissful state.
"Yeah? I don't care what kind of kinky shit Tig is telling you guys about these days; we're not trying one of his tricks." I laugh, looking up at him.
"Yer hilarious love." He lights a cigarette, slowly exhaling. "I was thinkin ya might need some new ink."
I didn't say anything, not sure if I heard him correctly or if I was jumping to the right assumption. When the silence goes on for a few moments, he flexes his chest.
"Ya awake?" He asks.
"Um yeah." I am completely speechless.
"What do ya think?" His voice is low and sexy. I look up at him, searching for some kind of sign in his face.
"New ink?" I repeat.
"Aye, thinkin it might be time ya got my crow." My mouth drops open. He waits patiently for me to gain my composure.
"I'd like that." I murmur, the familiar warmth spreading over my body. He puts his cigarette out and cups my chin in his hand, pulling me to him for a kiss.
"I talked to yer da about it today." He whispers and I sit up suddenly.
"What now?" I ask, not sure I heard him right.
"Ya, he gave us his blessin." I had a hard time hiding my shock. "Yer brothers both did too."
"How long have you been planning this?" I ask.
"I don't know, a while. I was waitin for shit to settle, for Op to come home." He shrugs, watching my face closely.
"Of course baby. Whatever you want me to get." I lean in to kiss him again, this time throwing my leg over his lap. I grind my wetness against him, feeling him grow hard as I move. I reach down between my legs and hold him still as I lower myself over him.
"If I woulda known you were gonna get this excited, I mighta told ya about it sooner." He laughs as I sit straight up on top of him, my hair hanging over my shoulders.
I sit there unmoving holding him inside me for a moment as he runs his hands over my ribs and stomach. He slides his fingers down between us and rubs them over my clit, causing me to moan loudly before falling over him. He grabs my ass in both hands and pulls me back down on him, slamming into me hard. I gasp loudly and he keeps it up, making sure each time we come in contact that it's hard and deep. The sensation is amazing and soon I'm bouncing on top of him. He sits up under me, pulling me to him as I bury my hands in his hair. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and bites it hard. I scream loudly as I cum all over his lap. He follows closely behind with his own powerful orgasm. We both collapse onto the bed, breathless.
"You know, maybe you should do something for me since I'm getting your crow." I mumble into my pillow.
"What's that love?" He asks between gasps.
"I love a man with pierced nipples." I move over to him, placing my mouth over his nipple and sucking it slowly. He groans in response. "Think of all the fun we'll have."
"Go to sleep crazy girl." He kisses me on the top of my head as he rolls me to my side and cuddles in behind me.
So maybe a little fluff and smut. :) This is about it for awhile, the next chapters get rough.