Baby - eBook Page 20

  Viking glances around the table next, noticing no protesting from the other brothers. “Well, to say I wasn’t expecting this would be an understatement. However, I have to agree with you, brother. Odin has shown his loyalty, and I have it in good faith that he’s racked up enough favors from each of you by now.”

  The brothers chuckle, and some nod—the statement very true.

  “It’s settled, then. Everyone think long and hard on it. It’s a serious patch for him to fill and the next session, we’ll hold a vote.”

  Odin shoots a surprised grin at Saint, and I can’t help but be proud of my brother for being the one to speak up about it. We all know the kid deserves it. He’s had one hell of a life and would do us all proud if shit hit the fan.

  “All right, any other business?”

  It’s my turn to raise my fingers for attention.

  “Sinner?”

  “I, uh, have a personal request.”

  “Shoot.” He tips his drink back, and I glance to Saint. He nods, ready.

  “All right then, me an’ Saint want to claim Jude as ours.”

  Mercenary grunts, and I shoot him a glower.

  “I’m not asking for permission to make the bitch mine; she already belongs to me,” I stress, glaring at him the entire time I grit the words out. Flicking my stare back to Prez, I explain, “I’m bringing this up because of the public claiming.

  He nods.

  “You’ve gotten to see how our girl is in the time she’s been here. I’m bringing this up because Saint and I are ready to stake a claim, here and now. It’ll be members only, so she doesn’t have a panic attack or some shit.”

  “Ah, I get what you mean, Sin.” He meets Odin’s gaze and waves him on.

  Odin sits up. “All in favor of Sinner bringing his woman into the chapel?”

  We’re met with a chorus of “ayes.” Even Mercenary gives his approval all be it sounding a little bitter.

  “We’ll wait on you, brother,” Viking grumbles, pouring him another two fingers of bourbon before passing the bottle off to Blaze.

  “Saint?” I call and stand.

  “I’m coming. Give us five.”

  With a few strides, we’re out of the chapel and in the bar, facing a pleasantly buzzed Jude sitting with Princess.

  “Hey, P.” I shoot her a grin, “We need to borrow our woman.”

  “Sure, is church out?”

  “Nah, not yet,” Saint answers and Princess’ eyes grow wide.

  “Oh! Okay, yaay!” She beams a bright smile causing us to chuckle. Jude has no idea what’s going on, so she just grins, happy to see us.

  “Lemme see your bandanna, Saint.” I hold my palm up, and he hands it over. “Jude, I’m going to cover your eyes, ‘cause we can’t show you what we’re doing just yet.”

  Her brow furrows for a moment, but then she nods, the liquor making her relaxed. I tie the material over her eyes, securing the knot at the back of her head.

  “Saint’s going to carry you, okay?”

  “I can’t walk? I’m fine to walk, not much tequila. I promise.” We both chuckle.

  “Let me just pick you up, baby.”

  “All right, but no complaining about my booty being heavy.”

  He snorts and scoops her up. “Hush up, woman,” he grumbles, amused. I hurry ahead of them and open the door leading to church. I chance a quick glance at the bar and find Princess jumping up and down, smiling. She’s thrilled that Jude’s about to officially become an ol’ lady and be a part of the club.

  “Where are we going?” she asks, and a few brothers chuckle seeing her blindfolded. “Oh, sounds like the boys are here. Hi, guys!”

  “She’s been drinking with my sister again?” Odin asks, and I nod. It’s when Jude is more likely to be more open to talking to the brothers. When she’s sober, she sticks to Saint and me like glue. Which is good, I like it that she’s that way.

  A few brothers move their chairs back, away from the table and Saint lays her down, so she’s on display for every brother. The best part is she has no idea about it.

  “Geez, that’s cold! Am-am I on a table or something?” she asks aloud, and I swear every brother in the place is grinning. She’s so fucking adorable.

  “Yeah, Jude, we laid you on a table. You have to stay there.”

  “Don’t move at all and keep that blindfold on,” Saint orders, and she remains quiet. He raises his voice. “What do you say?”

  “Yes, daddy,” she answers, her face growing more serious. Most of the brothers’ grins grow to full smiles hearing her reply. I’m sure they find this very entertaining. Hell, we did when it was happening to Princess and Bethany. We watched and smiled the entire time, so I expect nothing less from them.

  “Hold her hands.” I gesture to Saint, and he grips each wrist, having her body spread out across the table so she can’t move away. “I’m going to touch you now, Jude. I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Okay, are we...are we alone?” Her words are nearly a whisper, not that it helps keep anyone from overhearing her.

  I want to tell her the truth, but I can’t yet, or she won’t relax the way we need her too. She has to lose it in front of them all, so they can understand there’s no doubt that she belongs to Saint and me. Mercenary especially needs to see he doesn’t stand a chance.

  “I want you to trust me, sweetheart. You trust Saint and me?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Good. You love Saint and me?”

  “Of course.”

  “Good girl,” Saint mutters, and I stop hesitating. Gripping the neck of the plain white T-shirt, I rip the material down the middle, exposing her breasts.

  Odin draws in a quick breath, and Mercenary licks his lips, his stare heated looking at my property. The other brothers take it in stride, not reacting quite yet.

  I place my hand on her chest, running my palm over the fair skin and over the mounds of her breasts, stopping to tweak each nipple until they’re stiff enough for every brother to notice. She lets out a quiet hum of approval, her hips beginning to twist already building with need.

  “So gorgeous baby,” Saint comments.

  “You ready for us, Jude?”

  “Always,” she confesses, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip with anticipation.

  “I hope so, sweetheart, ‘cause once I start, I won’t be stopping,” I promise, trailing my hand over her smooth stomach and grab onto her boxer shorts.

  Tugging them down her curvy hips, I free her from the material, showing she’s bare underneath. “Open those thighs and let me see that pretty pussy.” Lightly pressing against the inside of her thighs, they drop to each side, and the brothers’ eyes suddenly grow wider.

  Sure, they have to fuck in front of the club to claim their women, but none of them has been put on display for everyone to look their fill. I can’t hold back from running my finger down her tender folds.

  “Oh, please!” She groans, and my lips curl up.

  “Hungry pussy babe. You want my cock?”

  “Yes,” she hisses, and I chuckle.

  “Patience, Jude,” I reply and glance around the room. “Copy me,” I say to my brothers, though Jude has no idea.

  I run my finger through her wet lips again then bring the digit to my mouth to suck her taste from my finger. Stepping back, I wave my hand toward her spread legs. I think the brothers are shocked at my offering, but with me doing this, it’ll be the only chance they ever get to touch what’s mine.

  Saint leans over, dipping his finger into her core, rubbing around her entrance a few times before bringing his pointer finger to his mouth, groaning as he sucks the flavor off. Odin’s next, his pants unbelievably tight the entire time. Mercenary follows, staring into my eyes the entire time, full of challenge. One by one the brothers touch her once, skipping over Viking and Nightmare. They’re both completely committed to their women, and I have a great deal of respect for that.

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bsp; I figured letting this happen, standing back and watching my brothers touch her so intimately would bother me, but it’s the opposite. It turns me on like no other because, through the entire thing, Jude believes it’s me teasing her. She has no idea it was all of them, and it’s something she’ll never know because what happens in this room, stays here. It’s MC Law so her experience will be safe from even her own knowledge.

  After they finish, I go back, priming her for me. I make sure she’s so turned on, she’s dripping onto the table underneath her ass. “Saint?”

  He nods and flicks his button loose on his jeans, “I’mma fuck your perfect mouth, baby, just like I taught you before.”

  She clears her throat, beginning to pant from my assault on getting her ready for me. “Okay, daddy.” She licks her lips, and Saint lets loose an eager growl.

  I unclasp my own button, dropping trow, so my cock bobs free. Saint stares at my cock as he frees his, running his fingers up and down over his piercings a few times. His dick’s hard and eager to get started as he lines up the tip to her lips.

  “Open up and let daddy in, baby.”

  Her lips part and I drive into her core at the same time. She’s tight and perfect, pulling at my cock with need. My gaze flicks between my cock thrusting inside her heat and watching Saint’s sink into her mouth. I love fucking them both; there’s nothing like it. We’ve been with many women over the years, but somehow, Jude just seems to fit us both the best.

  She moans around his cock as I use one hand to grip her thigh in place, the other playing with her clit. “Christ, sweetheart, you feel so good.”

  “Fuck yeah she does,” Saint agrees. His hand’s tightly wound in her hair to move her where he wants while his fingers on his other pinch her nipple, rewarding her for sucking him off like a damn vacuum. “You almost ready?”

  I nod, pumping into her, driving her near her climax. “Do it!” I growl, and he rips the blindfold off. Not giving her a chance to react at finally being able to see the brothers sitting around the table watching us like live entertainment, I declare as my chest grows tight with emotions. “My bitch. She belongs to me.”

  Saint pumps into her mouth, grating out, “My fuckin’ property. I’ll kill any motherfucker that touches her, or him.” He points at me, and I swallow roughly. I wasn’t expecting him to make our love for each other so clear as well.

  “My property,” I repeat thrusting into her to the hilt and feeling the declaration all the way down to my toes. Jude is everything to us; she always will be. She cries out with her release, and I follow immediately.

  Saint pulls free from her mouth, her eyes going wild as Jude realizes it’s all the brothers in here, surrounding us and not just a few. He doesn’t skip a beat, filling my place at her core and with a few powerful drives is hoarsely calling out with his own release.

  By the time I come out of my haze, every brother in the damn room has a cigarette lit—even those that don’t usually smoke.

  “What just happened?” Jude peers over at Saint and me. She’s innocent, not stupid; she knows there was a big significance in what just went down. What exactly, however, she doesn’t know.

  “You are officially club property, young lady,” Viking replies as Saint and me attempt to catch our breath and get our wits back. “It means these two are your ol’ men and no one here can touch you but them. Or any other man, for that matter. It also means if you ever find yourself in trouble, the club has your back. Welcome to the family, Jude.”

  A few tears find their way down her cheeks as she sends him a small smile, her irises full of gratitude. “Thank you,” she acknowledges softly.

  “Don’t thank me; it was them.” Viking nods to us, and we both shoot her goofy grins, so in love with her and happy that we just made it official in the eyes of the club.

  “Can I have a shirt, please?” she eventually mutters, and the brothers chuckle. Her face flames red, but she’s good.

  Yanking mine free, I hand it over. “I’m proud of you, sweetheart.”

  My compliment has her blushing even fiercer.

  “Thank you. I love you, Sin.” She tugs the shirt on, covering what’s ours.

  Pressing a kiss to her temple, I draw her to my chest. “I love you.”

  Her gaze finds Saint behind me. “I love you, Saint.”

  “Love you, baby,” he smirks, popping a kiss on her forehead.

  Viking interrupts by slamming the gavel down, making Jude jump and everyone laughs again. “Get the fuck out. Church is over,” he grumbles, and we clear the room.

  As we follow Jude over the threshold, she’s met with a wide, knowing smile from Princess. She doesn’t say anything so as not to embarrass my woman, but she does hold her hand out, collecting a high-five from the three of us.

  In a flash, Jude’s in the bedroom, yanking on boxers, her others forgotten in the chapel.

  Glowing. Is it possible for your skin to actually glow? That’s how I feel at the moment. Surprising since I essentially just had sex in front of a room full of men.

  “How you doin’ baby?” Saint checks me over, lightly giving my wrist a squeeze.

  “I’m fantastic.”

  At my reply, Sinner chuckles. “Yeah? What are you up to now?”

  Flashing them both a pleased smile, I pull on a pair of socks next. “You two just made me yours.”

  “Yep,” Saint rasps and they both nod.

  “I’m freaking celebrating!”

  Both of their amused grins warp to full-on smiles.

  “All right, sweetheart, but after that, we’re getting your ass some real clothes.”

  “Clothes?”

  “Yeah, your ass isn’t ever going back to that shithole trailer. You’re ours to keep.”

  Saint fist bumps him. “Hell yeah. Forever, baby. Welcome home.”

  Home...finally.

  She’s proof that you can walk through hell

  and still be an angel.

  -R.H. Sin

  Two and a half years later...

  “Great Job, sweetheart.”

  “So damn proud of you, baby.”

  My smile’s so wide, it feels like my face might crack at some point. Both of my ol’ men lean in and kiss opposite temples, their approval making me want to burst inside. I couldn’t have done this without their support.

  “You’re officially smarter than all of us and you have the paper to prove it.” Princess winks, beaming a smile.

  “Ha! You have a degree, too, the last I checked.” Shaking my head, she’s next to pull me in.

  “Yeah, but you just got a college degree in business. That’s the real deal, and we’re all happy for you.”

  “Thanks, guys.” My happiness shines, directed at Saint, Sinner, Princess, and Bethany. They all showed up to my graduation, and I was ecstatic to see their faces in the crowd.

  “Now if only you’d have gotten a degree at UT rather than in San Marcos...” She trails off, and my eyes roll.

  “Oh, whatever! I did it, so you owe me a pitcher of your famous margaritas.”

  Saint smirks. “You promised, P. My baby gets her favorite drink, which means you’re stuck bartending all night.”

  “Ugh. Blaze is going to be thrilled having me take over his space,” she mutters as we follow her out of the auditorium where we’ve just received our diplomas. “We’ll see you guys at home.” She and B wave as they head for Bethany’s car.

  “Okay, see you!” I blow a kiss in their direction, and the guys nod.

  “How am I supposed to ride like this?” I ask, turning to find Sinner’s gaze.

  He’s clearly amused as his eyes skirt over me from top to bottom. “I remember a time when you didn’t have enough clothes to ride,” he chuckles. “Now you have that moo-moo cape looking thing on, and it’s so fluffy you may get blown away.”

  Saint laughs alongside him. The two think they’re so hilarious, teasing me nonstop over this gown. They may
hoot and holler, but when I wear it later with nothing on underneath, they’ll be rethinking their comments. There’s no doubt in my mind.

  Sinner grabs my hand and presses a quick peck on the top. “You got a dress on under that, right?”

  I nod.

  “Then hike that skirt up and scoot in tight.” He pulls me to a stop next to his motorcycle.

  “What are you...” I trail off as he bends over and scoops the gown over me without hesitating long enough to make sure my other dress doesn’t get stuck along the way. “Shit, you have to warn me,” I call, with a laugh.

  He hums, taking in my fitted graphite colored dress. Saint lets loose a loud, appreciative whistle, and his hands are on my back in no time, his lips on my neck. “Fucking gorgeous,” he rasps.

  “Thank you.” I pull them both to me, a hand hooking around each of their hips. “I picked this color specifically for you guys,” I admit, gazing at them both

  Sinner’s inky brow jumps, intrigued, and Saint smirks. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yep, you know why?”

  They shake their heads, peering at me like anything I may say is made of gold.

  “Because it’s the only color that I’ve found that at some point in time, matches both of your eyes. Never at the same time but it was the closest I could find that was the same as you both.”

  “Baby,” Saint mumbles and kisses me softly.

  Pulling away from him, Sinner leans in and gruffly whispers against my lips. “I love it and you, sweetheart.”

  “I love you both.” My regard flutters over them both. “So much. Thank you for giving me this life.”

  They remain silent, all of us a little choked up with emotions. These past few years have been a long road. We’ve learned a lot, but the most important thing was that we love each other unconditionally.

  “I couldn’t have done it without you guys,” I admit quietly, my proclamation full of sincerity.

  Sinner tucks my hair behind my ear, his finger trailing along my jaw. “You did this. We just watched you grow into this strong woman.”