Page 60 of Fox and Nitro
I tuck the leathers under my arm and take the breakfast I had been preparing with me back home. I make a mental note to get some groceries because I don’t really feel like sneaking into the clubhouse every morning just to feed my man and woman. Not to mention sometimes I want to make breakfast naked, and that ain’t gonna fly here. Mama Debs would whoop my ass.
I sneak into our room thinking that they’ll both still be asleep, but instead I’m met with steam billowing out of the ensuite bathroom, and Fox looking fucking delicious, hair all wet, rivulets making their way down his washboard stomach.
“Oh hey baby,” he says, pressing a wet kiss to my mouth.
“What have you two been doing?”
He grins salaciously at me, “Well, Jazz went to clean up, so I thought I’d help her out a little. It’s your turn now though, she got all sad, thinking we were cheating on you by leaving you out.”
I place breakfast down, throw the leathers on the bed and stalk my way to the bathroom, my pants already half way down my legs.
“Don’t eat anything until after we’re out!” I throw over my shoulder, ready to give my woman a little one on one time.
* * *
It’s been a long as fuck ride as we pull into the long drive that leads to The Keep. I’ve not been here before, but I can see how people would have been sucked in. Yes it’s hot as balls here, being Louisiana and all, but shit if she ain’t pretty. There arelarge trees dotted around, small homes and a large building sitting in the middle. Taking a deep breath of fresh Louisiana air, I can also scent the waterways. It gives it a damp smell, not unpleasant though.
I park my bike alongside my brothers, and then stalk to the SUV Jazz rode in. My body could tell when she was starting to get uncomfortable, she’d started to squirm a little behind me, stretching her back and shoulders out, wriggling that plump ass of hers in the seat. She was pissed when I pulled over and told her in no uncertain terms that she was going to have to ride with her sister, but I could see the relief on her face when Fox picked her up and plopped her into the passenger seat.
She opens the door, her eyes finding first mine, then Fox’s, a big smile on her face.
“Was that better, baby?” I ask, as she leans up for a kiss. Fox drops one on her too as she rocks back on her heels.
“Yeah, OK, I was pissed, but you made the right call,” she says begrudgingly. “It’s just the bike was so bumpy and I kept thinking about last night…”
“What part of last night,” Fox growls, leaning down to nip at her throat.
“The part where I had both your cocks stretching me out, hittingallthe places inside me.”
I drop my forehead to hers as Fox not so subtly adjusts himself. Just remembering how beautifully she took me and Fox, sandwiched between us, our cocks pressed against each other, stuffed into her wet pussy. The way Fox glided against me and I thrust in and he backed out - fuck! Get it together man!
“Tonight baby, we’re gonna do it again tonight,” Fox growls.
“Bout time you all got here,” Chewy yells out the door before disappearing again, Rhodie chasing her.
She wanted to test the Keep’s security system by coming in ahead of us and then giving us the go ahead. Seems like she’s testing her Ol Man’s patience too.
“Dammit Chewy! I said to wait!”
I snort, moving to head in to greet the brothers I haven’t seen in months. It’s not the same without them, but I can see the thinking behind splitting the MC. Even more so now that we have a safe place to keep people who need to be hidden and protected, and those little girls need the Keep more than ever.
Jasmine
“Hey there sleepyhead,” A deep voice says as I snuggle even deeper into bed.
I know Fox and Nitro have been up for a couple of hours now. I know that I look foolish and lazy lying here. I also know that I’m hiding. It’s been just over two weeks since we started our relationship, and every day over those two weeks I’ve pushed myself. Either at work or at home, or in the bedroom. Especially in the bedroom. But it’s because I want to do everything, feel everything, touch and taste everything. And now, due to not getting enough rest and the stress of being attacked by that awful man, now my body is freaking out.
My head feels all foggy, my hips, knees and ankles all ache and I have to concentrate hard on telling my fingers to uncurl from the position they are in. My body temp is up slightly and my face feels on fire. Everything hurts and the thought of putting on anything with a hard waistband makes me want to cry.
The bed dips slightly and I just know that Fox has joined Nitro on the bed next to me.
“Oh babe, are you having a tough day?” Zane asks, dropping a kiss to the shoulder that is sticking out of the covers, not coccooned in like the rest of my body.
“I don’t feel good.” My voice is small and pitiful and my lip starts to wobble so I tuck my head even further down, where they can’t see how awful I look.
I hate feeling like this. It’s like all the positivity I like to project when I’m out and about and at work just gets sucked out of my body, dumped somewhere I can’t reach it. I like to look on the bright side, but sometimes the bright side of lupus sucks. I mean, yeah I hurt at the moment, but at least it’s not too painful. Yeah I have a headache, but at least it isn’t a migraine. Yes it feels like my skin is even more sensitive than usual, but at least I don’t have a rash. Normal people would freak out if they had all the symptoms I have at a not so good day, let alone a bad day. But knowing I’m not as bad as Icouldbe doesn’t stop me from wanting to cry when it happens though.
“It’s OK sweetheart, do you need our love?” Fox asks so damn sweetly as they both lie on the bed, moving closer to me. One at my back, one at my front.
