Daydream (Oath Keepers MC) Page 20

  Twist stops beside me and flicks his gaze to Puppet. “You fuck with my kid, I slit your fuckin’ throat. Got me, pops?”

  Puppet flicks his tongue against his teeth and drops his hand. Viper gives Mav a high five and sets him down. Once his feet touch the gravel he’s running for Bethany.

  “Mommy!” he shouts happily, and my throat grows tight when I see him back in her arms where he belongs. She scoops him up and takes him to her car quickly, not skipping a beat. This is what we planned, and she’s followed along perfectly so far.

  Puppet asks a few questions, staring at Cyle in a near trance. I tune them out, though. My son is safe. I kept my promise I made to Bethany, and we got our boy back.

  “One day, he’ll join his family,” Puppet states, and Twist rolls his eyes.

  “Yeah, okay, old man. He may be your blood, but he’s my kid. He carries my name, and I’ll continue to raise him. Your blood is part Oath Keeper whether you like it or not. He’s a club brat, an Oath Keeper brat.”

  Puppet hisses, but bites his tongue.

  “Where’s your President?” he asks me next, still gazing at Cyle.

  I turn and gesture to Viking. He rides over, parking next to me.

  “Brother.” He nods to me.

  “Brother,” I reply, then gesture to the piece of shit in front of me. “This is Puppet, President of the Iron Fists.”

  Viking nods, glaring down at the shorter man. “Can I help you?”

  “Before I’d have replied, yes, by killing yourself. But I see circumstances have changed.”

  “You’ve got guts speaking to me like that, Fist. I’m sure you know who the fuck I am,” Viking growls and Puppet smirks.

  “I’ve heard. That being said, I see my grandson is being raised and protected by the Oath Keepers.”

  Viking nods again.

  “Instead of exterminating you, this is grounds for peace from my club.”

  “We will take the peace, but that does not mean you are welcome in our territory.”

  “Fine, same goes for your club.”

  Viking nods again, being his normal solemn self. I wonder what he’s really thinking right now. I know we’ll take the peace, but once everyone’s safe and we’re back on our feet, we’ll be hunting again. I will kill this motherfucker if it’s the last thing I do.

  “Twist, you take good care of my grandson. And you ever find yourself in a bind and it has to do with my grandson, you have my help. Otherwise, you better pray you don’t die, ‘cause if you do, I’m coming for him.”

  “You fucking wish. I’m going to outlive every fucking cunt here,” Twist grits out and spits. He needs to just nod and keep quiet; I’m trying to get us the fuck out of here without any bullets flying.

  Viking holds his hand out, and Puppet shakes it. I think both sides let a breath out when they see it. “I’ll be in touch,” Puppet states, then gestures to Viper, both of them heading back to the truck.

  “You okay, brother?” Viking asks out the side of his mouth, keeping his stare trained on the two retreating forms.

  “I will be once we’re back at the club, and I have them both in my arms.”

  “You and B take off; we’ll follow to make sure you’re safe. You, too, Twist; your brothers are at our clubhouse waiting for you.”

  “Bet,” he replies and I crank my engine, waving for Bethany to pull out. I cannot fucking wait to get home with my family.

  You know you’re in love when

  you can’t fall asleep because reality

  is finally better than your dreams.

  -Dr. Seuss

  I watch my daydream as she giggles with Princess and London. It’s been a month since she and I got Maverick back home safely. None of us were expecting to reach peace that day. I believed that we would’ve ended up in a bloodbath, and I’d have been lucky if B and Mav made it out alive. I’d do anything for them—even pretend to be at peace with a rival club.

  Thankfully, the bloodbath didn’t happen. I don’t know who was watching over us during the exchange, if He finally heard my plea when I’d hit rock bottom, but something saved us all. It hasn’t made me religious in any stretch, but it’s made me thankful. I’ve put things that actually matter in perspective, like my love for Bethany and Maverick along with their happiness.

  Her laugh is loud, her smile big, and it makes me feel warm in my chest as the three of them gossip about something. Bethany’s grown more beautiful to me the better I’ve gotten to know her. I haven’t touched her like that night we made love though. It was the same night we came up with our plan, and I have to make sure she’s one hundred percent ready to go there with me. I have to know she’s in love with me as much as I am with her. I would give it all up for her, my club, my life, and my heart.

  It may be fucking with me a little bit, too, not touching her. I find myself staring at her all the damn time, to the point my brothers comment on it. She hasn’t been back to work either. I barely let her out of my sight. I can’t. I know a potential threat is out there, no matter what Puppet says. I won’t let harm come to them again.

  I need to make her mine. I know inside that she’s already mine, but it has to be official. She needs to become my ol’ lady in the eyes of the club so I know she has their protection as well. I’ll be able to relax more knowing that if something happens to me that they’ll look after her and Mav.

  “I’m going to do it.” I turn to Exterminator, and his eyebrow shoots up.

  “No shit?”

  Nodding, I repeat myself. “No shit, I’m going to do it.” I don’t want to wait longer, to hold myself back. I love her too much.

  “Good for you, brother.” He claps me on my shoulder as Chaos comes to stand next to us.

  “’Sup?” he mumbles, tipping his longneck up.

  “He’s finally gonna do it,” Ex grumbles.

  “No shit?” Chaos murmurs, and I roll my eyes. These fuckers.

  “Jesus, yes, I’m doin’ it.”

  “When?” Viking asks from my left.

  Meeting his gaze, there’s a challenge shining in it. He doesn’t think I’ll buck up and actually do it. Taking a deep breath, I admit, “Tonight.”

  He whistles, and I huff, taking off toward Blaze for another beer. He’s chilling, propped up against the counter, finally healed up enough to tend bar. He has to be careful and not move too fast, but he’s here. That’s what matters, too. We’ve lost enough brothers over the years. Thankfully, he fought through his injures and came out swinging in the end. If it wasn’t for the doc and 2 Piece rushing over to get him to the hospital in time, he’d have died.

  “They giving you shit?”

  “Yeah, what’s new though?”

  “What about now?”

  “I’m gonna do it.” I nod toward Bethany, and Blaze’s eyes widen.

  “No shit?”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I grumble throwing my hands up and head straight for her. She’s standing at the other end of the bar. These fuckers are going to have me do it right now, just to prove that I’m serious. And I am; I’ll do it.

  Her gaze hits mine, amused. “Well, looks like someone needs a nap and possibly a spanking.” She chortles and the women to her sides giggle. She’s gotten ballsier as the days pass, too, and, if I’m honest with myself, I love every damn minute of it.

  I’ve been known to be a bit grouchy around here, and she has me grinning or chuckling like a fool at times. I haven’t forgotten what she’s done as far as keeping my son from me for all that time, but I’ve learned to move past it. I’ll never forget her actions, but I’ve forgiven her.

  Life is too short and way too precious to fight over shit that’s taken up the past. I have a chance to make her and Maverick my future, and I have every intention to do so.

  “Aw, baby, someone take your popsicle?” She giggles next, her eyes joyful, knowing she’s going to stir me up. Usually I’ll just throw her over my shoulder and make her scream when she’s in front of her friends like thi
s, but she’s in for a surprise today.

  “That mouth, Bethany. I swear it’ll have my cock in it.”

  “Oh, he’s going to play today.” She grins and winks at Princess and I growl. It’s a good growl, though. She’s making it hard for me to stay serious right now, but I have to.

  This won’t be real if I don’t mean it.

  Stepping in front of her, I tower over her as if she’s my prey. B’s mouth snaps shut when she figures out I’m not going to crack. My fingers go to her face, holding her chin tightly until she can’t move away. I can see the heat in them. She can goof off all she wants to, but I know what she wants.

  At my touch, she gasps, drawing in a silent breath and my thigh shoots between her legs, parting them for me to squeeze in close. Her back hits the bar and my cock rests against her center, her cheeks tinting at the delicious contact.

  Blaze watches from behind the bar wearing a smirk, and I give him a nod. Reaching over, he grips each of her biceps in his palms, securing her in place. She’s going nowhere with the hold he has.

  Her chest moves quicker as her breaths pick up. My Daydream’s getting nervous, thinking that mouth has finally gotten her in the trouble I keep promising. It has, and I couldn’t be more excited over it.

  I’ve waited too long for her. She’s mine now, and Bethany’s about to learn that firsthand right in the middle of the clubhouse bar.

  “No more fucking around, you belong to me, Daydream,” I promise, my mouth trailing over her neck, teeth grazing her smooth skin until goose bumps appear.

  There’s no question, no option given, it is what it is, and I’m declaring that shit, no argument permitted. She gets hot when I speak to her like this, and I have to admit it’s no problem for me. She wants me to boss her ass and take control in times like these and it’s my pleasure.

  I slide her hair off to one side, clearing my path and bite into her flesh. I know she loves it. I remember everything she’s enjoyed when we’ve been together. Later I’ll have her ride me and I’ll pull her hair back while I suck all over her neck, marking her. Everyone will know she’s been claimed. They all know she’s mine, but she’s about to know it and really feel it.

  “I do?” she mumbles and I breathe her in. She smells divine like sweet flowers, her usual scent. Everywhere I go, flowers will forever remind me of her, of this moment.

  I push the thin material of her slutty red dress up that I know she wore specifically to tease me with. My fingers find her slit, finding her already excited. Bethany’s teeth sink into her bottom lip and she’s never looked sexier to me. Innocent but oh-so-completely bad. She’s just the right mix of crazy to keep me and lock me down as hers forever.

  “So fucking wet, too.” I slide my digits up and down, readying her for me. “You want me to fuck you right here, right now. Admit it, dollface, you like being fucked where everyone can see us, don’t you?” My woman loves filthy talk, gets her even more worked up. My fingers find her clit, rubbing circles, playing with the sensitive bud as she fights to keep quiet and not draw more attention to us.

  A moan escapes her as two of my fingers push into her warmth. “Yes,” she admits nodding, and I drive them in deeper, rewarding her. Moving them fast, her mouth parts making her pant as I add a third. They pump in and out, stretching her tightness, readying her for my length.

  I hurt her our first time when she made me fuck her roughly outside the bar. I wanna be able to fuck her like that again. This time, however, I want her to enjoy every second with no pain from my size.

  “No panties either, you bad, bad girl. You must’ve known I was gonna fuck this pussy tonight,” I growl, using my free hand to unbutton my jeans and lower my zipper. This is happening right here, right now, in front of everyone.

  Pulling my cock free, I pump the long length a few times, not being able to stop myself. I’m too wound up for her, so damn hard that my dick aches. I want to ram my cock in her and break her in half. Precum tops the head as I imagine bending her over and sinking into her savagely.

  The brothers begin wolf-whistling and a few cheer as they see what’s going down, finally realizing that I’m one hundred percent serious about claiming her as my property.

  “Shit,” I hear Viking say from behind me. “Maybe we should make this a club tradition. You want to claim your bitch, you do it in front of all the brothers.”

  Not surprisingly they hoot and holler, agreeing. Next he’s muttering about needing to lick and fuck Princess. I tune them all out as I concentrate on the striking woman in front of me. She’s more than ready and more than I could have ever imagined.

  Her pussy trembles around my fingers, growing wetter by the moment so I pull them free. “I want your cunt sucking on my cock like that,” I groan and line myself up to her entrance. Pushing inside her wet heat, I reach around and press my soaked fingers into her ass at the same time, making her scream out in ecstasy. She never was able to be a quiet one. I guess everyone will know that now as well.

  “Mmm,” I growl against her throat. “So goddamn tight. This pussy’s all mine, you hear? I catch any motherfucker sniffin’ around what’s mine, and I’ll slit their motherfuckin’ throat. You understand me, baby?”

  “Oh my God,” she moans loudly. “Yes, God yes!” she responds, pressing her chest out to brush against my own as I pound into her. Her back is going to be sore as fuck tomorrow, but this will be something that she never forgets; I’ll make sure of it. Every time she glances at this bar top, she’ll think of me and this moment.

  Glancing around briefly, I state loudly, “Mine, you hear? This bitch is all mine. My property.”

  Her pussy drips around my cock, her juices running down my nut sack witnessing me practically beat on my damn chest like a caveman. It’s one of the sexiest things coming from a woman that you adore, knowing you have her that turned on. And the fact that it’s because I’m claiming her, makes me fall for her even more. I didn’t think it’s possible, but she easily consumes every single inch of my heart. She loves me with everything, and I love her even more. What else could I ever ask for from my mate?

  Her legs clamp around my waist as I drive into her, my fingers matching the rhythm, pressing into her ass again and again. I’ve had that ass before, and I plan to be there plenty more times, probably starting later tonight. I’m going to sample it all, those plump tits, that ass, and this pussy all over again. I’m going to make her body feel like it’s floating on a motherfuckin’ cloud, worship her like I would’ve these past years we’ve missed.

  Minutes pass us, my mind and body lost in complete bliss. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, then I’m going to eat this pussy until your legs shake,” I threaten, yanking her to me with force as my cock explodes inside her with my release. I’m no longer able to hold back, my control completely demolished. She feels too good; I’m too enraptured by her to suppress myself.

  After every last drop is free from my now overly-satisfied cock, I lift her off me, her ass landing on the edge of the bar top. My cum dribbles out of her slit making me groan with pure lust. Bethany’s like no other woman before. She sets the standard to an entirely new level. I want to lick her from head to toe, nip her skin from top to bottom, and love her like the queen she truly is.

  “Give me stars, baby.”

  She leans back against Blaze’s chest as I dive between her thighs, lapping every drop up. I lick and nibble and bite on her until her orgasms peaks and she breaks, coming in front of myself and my brothers with a loud moan.

  She sounds beautiful. Knowing I’ve done that to her, made her feel completely lost and enraptured has me standing a foot taller it seems.

  Bringing my forehead to hers, she whispers the sweetest words. “You give me stars, Nightmare. You give me good dreams and you give me love. You can have me. I’m yours, forever.”

  “Christ, woman.”

  “I love you, Night.”

  “I love you, Day,” I mutter against her mouth, kissing her passionately with her d
elicious taste coating my tongue.

  It’s true, I love her with everything I am, and she’s truly the light to my dark, the day to my night, the dreams I’ve always wanted but have never had.

  She knew she loved him when

  ‘home’ went from being a

  place to being a person.

  -E. Leventhal

  “I know it’s been a few months now and things have been quiet, but do you think we’ll ever get to kill Puppet for what he did to Maverick?” I stare at Nightmare, curious.

  Since making me his ol’ lady last month, he’s been pretty open with me when I ask him things about the club. Sure, some things he keeps to himself, but it’s usually just the business stuff. I don’t need to or want to know about any of that anyhow.

  “Trust me, B; I will always have a target on that motherfucker’s head. Twist is keeping him alive right now because of Cyle. He doesn’t want to have any retaliation harm his family, which I get. But mark my words, dollface, if we ever have the chance, that fucker will be dead before he can blink.”

  I smile. It’s a bit twisted I know, but I have a rage festering so crazy inside to kill the man who stole my son from me, it’s insane. I’m not a hateful person, I’ve always been more peaceful, and the can’t-everyone-get-along type.

  Something inside you changes when you’re a mother and your flesh and blood gets stolen from you. I was beaten and Maverick was forcibly removed from my hands. I’ll never forget that experience or the terror he had in his brown irises as they carried him away from me.

  Nightmare rarely lets us out of his sight unless he has to go away on business. I know he’ll do everything in his power to always keep us safe. He got me a new switchblade, too, and I always carry that sucker everywhere I go. He’s taught me how to shoot a gun, and, with practice, I’m getting better.

  It all sounds so violent and scary, but it’s not. He’s teaching me how to protect and defend my family; for that I will forever be grateful to him. I hope I never have to use any of the skills he’s taught me, unless the day comes where I can teach Puppet a lesson.