Page 2 of Smoke

“Really?” she hits me with one of her breath-taking smiles.

“Really,” I laugh out loud when she jumps up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I take a firm grip of her ass to hold her in place. She peppers my face with kisses before attacking my lips and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I growl deep within my throat as I back us up against the wall of the house. “I need you Vi, I need inside you.” She grasps at the hair at the back of my head as she tilts her hips into me, her pussy seeking friction against the bulge of my hard cock that’s pressing painfully behind the zipper of my jeans.

This is how I know she is the woman for me. A simple touch, a glance at her perfect face, and I’m hard. Wanting her outranks any other emotions that I have.

I love the club, my brothers. Grimm, my father andPrez, is a tough nut who still shows me love when appropriate, but cuts me no favors when it comes to club life. Angel, although not my biological mother, my birth mother was a chronic meth head and died when I was four, has given me nothing but love. However, on the flip side, her overprotectiveness sometimes drives both Grimm and me crazy. I would take a bullet for any of them. But Violet, damn, she’s my future, and I just know that my life will be nothing without her.

The heat between us sets us on fire, and when I slide my hand between us and release my cock, it takes me seconds to pull her panties aside, and I’m sliding right into her. The last week we’ve been fucking every chance we get, but in my haste to be in her, I bypass the usual foreplay and, for the first time, I go in bare.

“Fuck, Vi,” I groan out at the new sensation of having nothing between her tight inner walls and my rigid cock. “Shit, you feel so good, so fucking good.” I slam my mouth over hers, kissing her, thrusting my tongue into her sweet mouth as I piston into her hard and fast. Working her towards climax while chasing my own, both of us desperately need to quench our sexual craving.

“I’ll pull out.” I mumble to assure her, not caring about the risk of getting jizz on my clothes, even my precious cut. Maybe I can time it right. If she comes before I do, I’ll coax her to her knees, and push my cock between her plump lips and fill her throat with my cum. That’s the plan anyway, but the incredible feel of her inner walls spasming around my engorged cock as shepeaks is too much and too late. My hot cum fills her as I growl out my release against her lips.

How does the saying go?

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Little did I know that when I got back to the clubhouse later that same day, my Pops at the rigorous direction from Angel, I would be signed up and shipped off into the Marines. Away from Violet, unaware that inside her belly was my unborn child.

For six years, I was a Marine. After four, I could have come home, but even though I thought of Violet often, I guessed that she had long since moved on from the young, cocky biker that had made promises then disappeared out of her life without an explanation or even a goodbye. So, I’d signed up for another two, but that was my limit. After watching my brothers-in-arms lose their lives, limbs and sanity at the age of twenty-four, I walked away from the military, and right back into the clubhouse of the Young Outlaws MC, Nevada.

I never would have guessed that when I set foot back in Reno, Violet would be still at Velvet Reds, now running the place after Dolores had lost her fight against cancer, and she’d have a kid. A girl. My beautiful daughter.

I won’t deny, despite my previous reservations that Vi would have moved on and become a working girl, I didn’t hesitate to seek her out at the first chance I got. The thought of her being with other men filled me with rage, but I had to see her. Damn, I was willing to pay if it came to it to be able to fuck her one more time.

The first person I laid eyes on as soon as I had steppedthrough the doors of Velvet Reds was Vi. Instantly, my pulse sped up, electricity surged through my core as I took in her beauty. The flush to her cheeks, the way her eyes burned with fire when our gaze met, told me everything. Despite the years and the distance, nothing had changed between us. From that second, it was like we’d never been apart.

Despite Grimm and Angel’s interference, we had found each other again. We agreed that no one would know about us, that Violet was mine. It was hard sneaking around at first, but when I was made up to VP, keeping it under wraps was easier because Grimm was already taking a back seat from the day-to-day running of the club and its business, so I could control the situation.

Miraculously, no one ever found out the truth about us and that the child she’d had while I was away in the military was mine and not some mishap while turning tricks.

Then, when our beautiful girl hit seventeen, my world got torn apart.

Violet was torn away from me. Her brutal death was a vengeful act against the club.

I still don’t know for sure how they found out about Violet or who was her actual assailant, but it was clear by the words ‘YOMC whore’ along with a blade plunged into her heart holding a ripped page from the local paper that it was a hit against the MC and more specifically me. The headline: Members of the local motorcycle gang, the Young Outlaws, in bar brawl. It had been carnage, so much so that no one could remember what had kicked it off in the firstplace.

Two men had ended up dead, both at my hands. Thankfully, none of our brothers were seriously injured, but it was clear that someone wanted revenge.

Everyone was under the impression that Violet had been targeted simply because she worked for the MC, running Velvets. Grimm immediately put extra protection on Angel, and the club was on high alert. But my instincts told me differently. Violet was targeted. A direct hit back at me.

The guilt and pain I felt at losing Violet were excruciating. It was as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest and stamped on repeatedly. A knife scoring a million cuts before slicing and dicing it into tiny pieces.

The only thing that had stopped me from putting a bullet in my own head was our daughter. She needed me, but the only way I felt that I could ensure her safety was to continue to keep our connection a secret.

At seventeen, she was young, but within two years, with my guidance and encouragement, and a lot of help and gained respect from the Velvet ladies, she stepped into her mother’s shoes and took over the majority of the general day-to-day running of the house. I insisted it was all done behind the scenes, and she was not to go front-of-house, at least for the first couple of years.

When I did drop in to see my daughter, it seemed to all that I was simply checking on YOMC business. For me, I got to spend precious time with my daughter while continuing to keep her safe and away from the prying eyes of our enemies.

I can only hope that one day things will be different.

Chapter

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Smoke

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