Burnt (22 page)

I know how much my woman loves her cottage, and there’s no way I’ll be asking her to sell it. With the profit from the sale of my house, I’ll build a fucking extension onto the place to ensure we can stay there if she’s wants. I intend to get started on making babies with my woman ASAP, so that extension is going to need to be dealt with fast.

Just thinking about making babies with Kendall has me hard as stone, and adjusting myself in my jeans. Knowing that no man’s been inside Kendall before, that she’s ALL mine, is a massive fucking turn on. Better yet, knowing that no man’s made my woman cum before is, so fucking hot I want to grab her, drag her the fuck out of here, claim her, and then mark her as mine. Planting a baby in her should do that just nicely.

I make my way over to the semi-circle of chairs where Arrow, Tank, Dagger, Phil, and that fucker Glock are sitting, planting my ass in the only spare seat, and propping my feet up on the crate Glock was using as a table for his beer.

“What’re you bastards gossiping like women about over here?”

Laughing, clearly on his way to fucking wasted, (which is odd because the man usually never drinks enough to get smashed), Tank flips me the bird and answers,

“There’s nothing womanly about me, brother. Just fucking chilling out. Good food, cold beer, plenty of pretty things to look at, and I don’t have to work tomorrow, life doesn’t get much better than this, brother.”

I see movement out of the corner of my eye, I don’t get a chance to turn my head before ninety-five pounds of warm, sweet smelling woman drops into my lap with an oof. Sliding my arm around her waist, and pulling her into my chest kissing the side of her head, I ask,

“Hey, Baby. What are you up to?”

Snuggling into me and sucking in a deep breath through her nose, I can’t help but chuckle at her sniffing my neck. Fucking crazy girl. Sighing she answers me,

“Nothing. Actually, that’s a lie, I’m hiding from Lou and Janet.”

Phil sniggers at her from his spot reclined close to the fire pit,

“Why are you hiding from my ol lady, sweetheart?”

Huffing out a long frustrated breath she replies,

“Because those bitches are crazy. Did you know that Janet wants me to do a tattoo of a clam right above her muff?” We all crack up while she keeps talking. “Seriously. You guys might think it’s funny, but you aren’t the ones that have to be almost face deep in bush trying not to laugh your ass off, and screwing up what might be the worst tattoo you’ve ever done.”

That only makes us laugh harder. The thought of Janet getting a clam tattooed near her pussy is not one I want imprinted on my brain however. Phil clears his throat trying his best to keep it together.

“You said it sweetheart. She’s a fucking crazy bitch, but she won’t do it if she wants my mouth ever again. I can’t be laughing my ass off while eating her out, she’d fucking kill me.”

Kendall snickers and points at him,

“Well, be sure to tell her that, because I’m deadly serious when I say, I am NOT tattooing that on her, EVER.” She adds some serious finger pointing just for effect. I think he got it, we all did. No clam tatts near muff.

Glock pipes up, and when he does I want to punch the fucker in the face.

“Hey Kendall, do you do piercings and shit?”

“Yep,” she says popping the P. I’ve always thought it’s fucking cute when she does that.

Nodding at her he keeps going, making me seriously question whether he’s all there upstairs.

“Umm… I mean, not your standard piercings and shit, more like what your man’s got.”

Kendall’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open before she bursts out laughing. I have no fucking idea what she finds funny about that. I can’t think of one thing that’s humorous about a guy asking another man’s woman to pierce his cock. Composing herself eventually, she sets him straight, and at the same time makes me fucking proud that she’s mine.

“Sure honey,” I’m going to fucking kill him. No one gets sweet ‘honey’s’ from my woman but me. Before I can contemplate how I’ll kill the bastard Kendall goes on, at the same time squeezing my bicep. She must have felt my tension rise. “But, you’re going to have to ask Uncle Max to do it, because I really don’t think my man here,” she says motioning to me with her head, “will be all too happy with me handling your junk, even if it is only to pierce it. You can ask him if you want, but I wouldn’t recommend it. He has this caveman thing where he may beat you to death with one of your appendages before you get the chance to have it done.”

Growling, I add,

“Damn fucking straight prospect. My woman isn’t piercing another man’s cock, she isn’t even looking at one that isn’t mine.” That gets me a sweet as hell kiss to the jaw, and a pointed look at Glock that says, ‘I told you so’. Rubbing my palm up and down her thigh, I look down at her,

“You about ready to head out, Babe? Lexi’s probably crashed it inside, and you’ve got to be about done for the day by now.”

Murmuring into my neck she manages to mumble out,

“Mmhmm, I’m good. I already said bye to mom, dad, Uncle Pipe, and Uncle Max before sneaking past Janet and Lou. I think Lou and Billy are leaving soon anyway.”

I kiss the top of her head, and scoop her up, offering a wave goodbye to my brothers as I go,

“Right, you heard my woman, I’m going to round up Lexi and get going. See you at work Tank, and I’ll catch the rest of you on the other side.”

After an eight minute drive, we make it back to Kendall’s, where I tuck Lexi into bed, play fetch with Abel, who’s more than a little excited to have Kendall home, and lock the house down for the night. When that’s all done, I head off in search of my woman. On entering her bedroom I’m struck dumb. I’ve seen a lot of women’s bodies over the years, but none of them come close to Kendall’s in the tiny pair of boy short panties, and nearly see through baby pink tank she’s wearing right now. I lean against the doorframe trying to catch my breath. With one foot on the floor and one bent up on the bed, she’s rubbing lotion that smells like vanilla and chocolate, into her gorgeous toned legs. It’s a scent that’s been burned into my brain for years now, a scent I’ll never get tired of smelling.

When she notices me standing here like a dick, Kendall shoots me a shy smile and straightens,

“Umm, I, I didn’t know if you were staying in here with me. I mean, I assumed you would but…..”

Fucking crazy woman, of course I’m staying in here with her. Moving away from the doorframe I make me way towards her.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be, Baby. Let me catch a quick shower while you get into bed, and I’ll meet you there in a minute, yeah?”

I can see she’s nervous. Fuck. For some reason so am I, not for the same reasons, but nervous nonetheless. I think my nerves come from the fact that I have no idea how I’m going keep my hands, and my cock to myself if she decides she wants to wait. I’ll wait a lifetime for this woman, and it isn’t that I can’t control myself if I have to, but with her finally in my arms it’s going to fucking hard to turn off the primal instincts I have when it comes to her.

She’s fiddling with hands, so I take them in mine and give her chaste kiss on the lips. I want to reassure her that I’m not going to do anything she’s not ready for.

“Nothing’s happening tonight, Baby. You’re tired and sore, and I’m more than happy to just hold you close. We’ve got all the time in the world for all that other stuff, Babe we don’t need to rush it.”

Blinking up at me, wetting her puffy pink lips she smiles.

“Okay Dec.” Nodding, she climbs under the covers pulling them up until they’re just reaching the underside of her magnificent tits. With a big yawn, she tells me, “There are spare towels in the cabinet under the sink, and there’s still some of Uncle Max’s body wash, a razor, stuff like that in the second draw from when he stayed here while his bathroom was getting redone.”

I leave the bathroom door open a crack so I can hear her if she needs anything, and strip off my clothes. I hang my cut on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. When I’m naked, I reach in and adjust the water so it’s hot enough to wash away all the hospital grime. Soaping up and washing my hair quickly, I get out, dry off, and brush my teeth with the spare I found in the same drawer as all Reaper’s shit. I can’t say I like using another guys shit, or that it’s even in my woman’s house at all, but it served a purpose for tonight. I’ll be sure to remember to throw it all out tomorrow, and bring my shit over to replace it.

I take a calming breath before I walk back into the bedroom, and when I do, I find Kendall lying on her right side, facing away from the door. Getting in, I pull her back into my chest, and I nuzzle the back of her neck, placing a string of kisses along her exposed shoulder. When she hums low in the back of her throat and relaxed into the mattress, I close my eyes, but not before telling her I love her and hearing her say it back.

The next ten days fly past. Other than a few minor dramas, everything has been perfect between us. The morning after the hog roast, I found Kendall in the kitchen with Lexi making breakfast and listening to Lexi’s excited chatter about starting school soon. Lexi jabbered about her sleep over this weekend with grandpa, clapping her hands when she told Kendall that he’d promised to take her for a ride on his bike around the property he owns.

We sat together on the back deck after breakfast was ready, while Lexi played with Abel, and Monty kept saying ‘Hi Kenny’, nursing coffees, as I told Kendall about my house being on the market, my new position in the club, and the cut down hours at Chasers. Her eyes lit up at revelation of my new position within the club, and she more than understood about me having to cut back at the garage to make it work. Kendall offered to help out as much as she could, so I didn’t have to take too much time off, she knows how much I love working there. I did assure her it wasn’t an issue, and that the boss wouldn’t get pissed. The fact that I’m selling my house came as a shock, but just as I expected she didn’t fight me on it, or the fact that Lexi and I are planning on movin in with her permanently. Kendall sighed, telling me she would’ve liked to know before I planned it all out, and be included in the decision, but she was glad we’re taking that step together. I asked her if she thought it was moving too fast for her, she only shook her head saying, ‘we never do things like other people do anyway’. When I broached the subject of renovating her place, she got so fucking excited I’m surprised she wasn’t at Home Depot in less time than it took for me to get my boxers on.

Trig, one of the brothers, who is now running the MC’s construction company came out a couple of days later giving us the break down on what needs to be done to make it happen, along with how long it’ll take. Needless to say, my woman is all over it. Before I get a chance to tell her I’m paying all the costs associated with the build; she wrote Trig a cheque for the deposit to get his crew started, applied for the permits to add an extension, and paid a council member a gratuity; a fucking bribe more like it, to get this shit started.

The only issue we did have in this time, was over money. The fucking stubborn woman wanted to pay for the shit to be done to the house out of her cash. Kendall was under the impression that even with me living here now that she was going to be paying her bills; phone, utilities, food, and all the other necessary shit to keep a house running. It isn’t going down like that, so she better get used to it. I’m a man for fucks sake, there’s no way in hell, I’m letting my woman pay for that shit, regardless of her argument that it was her place first, and she wants to contribute to making it our home. Honestly, I tried to be patient while she made her excuses, I really did. My patience just didn’t last long. I ended her bitching by grabbing her, and kissing the shit out of her, stating she could ‘shut the fuck up and let me take care of it. End of discussion. While my girl might be stubborn she isn’t stupid. She knows this means something to me, so she backed down and let me do what I need to.

The days leading up to today, sees our place filled with women and kids almost 24/7. To say I’m over it is a fucking understatement. All I want at night, is to come home to my girls, have dinner, see to Lexi’s bedtime routine, and take my woman to bed. Instead, I end up being relegated to the lounge room, sucking back beers, and watchin football with the brothers who show with their wives and ol ladies. Most men wouldn’t complain, but I’m on-fucking-edge, so this shit is getting old fast.

Kendall and I haven’t made love yet, and it’s making me all sorts of twitchy. I’m snapping at people at work, I barely acknowledge my brothers when I’m at the clubhouse, and I’ve jacked off more times this week than I have in the five years I’d been without Kendall. I didn’t realise that once I’d held her in my arms, spent every night sleeping with her, and having the chance to taste her sweet pussy three times a day that it would make the desire for her worse, not better. Fucking idiot. It isn’t for my woman’s lack of trying that it hasn’t gone further, either. Last night, she threatened to smother me in my sleep if I don’t fuck her soon, I believe her too.

Since turning on the tap that is Kendall’s sexuality, she’s been fucking insatiable. I wake up to her sucking my cock, she jerks me off in the shower, telling me exactly what she wants to do to every chance she gets, and it’s fucking killin me. There’s only so much self-restraint one man can have. And mine, had reached its end. There is nothing I want more than to fuck her within an inch of her life, and I planned on doing exactly that, tonight. After I take her to have that fucking cast taken off; thank fuck, because that thing’s a menace, she’s going to Skin Fusion to do a couple of consults, and draw up some shit for next week’s appointments. I’ll pick up Lexi from nursery and drop her off with Brenna, then I intend to collect my woman, take her home and fuck her unconscious.