Page 24 of The Broken Beginning: Part One

And that’s exactly what I did. By the time my vacation was over, and Timeless and Boone demanded I head back, Amber was on the back of my bike coming along for the ride. She was just what I needed to get over the sting of rejection from Brinley walking away with everything.

It was already the new year when I rolled up to the clubhouse with Amber on the back of my bike, road weary and ready for a hot shower, good food, and a warm bed.

“What the fuck did you do?” Boone’s voice carried across the parking lot at the clubhouse as I cut my engine. Rob had been standing outside with him smoking a cigarette, and he turned his angry tight-lipped expression away from me, flicked his cigarette my way, and then went inside.

“That man is going to kill you one of these days,” Boone reminded me yet again.

I shrugged, not caring about the idle threats anymore. The worst Rob ever did was give me a black eye and a cracked rib when he first found out that I knocked his daughter up. My dad, deciding he couldn’t get to me that way any longer, judging by my response, changed tack quickly as he eyed Amber before turning back to speak to me.

“You’re fucking married with a kid on the way!” He growled loudly, making damn sure the woman whose arms tightened around my middle, since we were still straddling my bike, heard every word. “You missed Christmas with your wife. Doctor’s appointments about your kid, and shit with the club too. What the fuck are you doing, Son?”

It was rare that Boone acknowledged I was still his son and not just a club brother he had little tolerance for.

“Amber was heading this direction. I said I’d bring her along. She wouldn’t mind being a dancer in the titty bar or one of the club girls here.”

“You good with letting your new play toy crawl all over your other brothers?” Boone asked.

Again, I felt Amber’s arms tighten on my midsection. I promised before we left the Dakotas that if I claimed her no one else would touch her.

“She’s mine,” I demanded instantly.

Boone threw his head back and laughed. “Nah, son. It don’t work like that. Lily – your wife,” he added for emphasis – “is yours alone. If this sweet thing wants to be a club girl, she belongs to the club or whoever Timeless says she belongs to. You’re just a member, don’t matter that you recruited her.”

“I’m okay with that,” Amber told him as she tossed a leg over the bike and finally got off to stand beside me. Boone gave her a once over, glanced back at me, and shook his head in disappointment once more before he finally followed the path Rob had taken back inside the clubhouse moments ago.

“You didn’t know,” Amber tried to reassure me that she wasn’t mad that she might not be mine alone. I didn’t bother even looking her in the eye because I already knew what the score would be when I brought her back. The thing my father was forgetting was that Amber belonged to whoever claimed her first each night. Since I almost never went home, that would be me.

I took Amber into the clubhouse, we got that shower we both desperately needed to wash the road grime from our bodies and then grabbed some food from the bar downstairs before heading back to my room.

No sooner than the door shut behind us, I started peeling Amber’s clothes away. “Don’t you have to go home to your wifey?” She teased.

I’d already filled Amber in on the situation before we left the Dakotas. She knew exactly what she was getting into and didn’t care one bit about Lily being in the picture. Mostly, because I reassured her that my supposed wife wasn’t really in the picture at all. Not for me anyway. Our fathers could certainly keep pushing that agenda, but it didn’t mean it would ever happen. I resented her too much for that to ever be a thing.

“On your knees!” I demanded, as the shorts I’d put on after my shower fell to the floor. The thing I learned to love about Amber while we were in the Dakotas was that she complied to orders very well. “Now, suck hard enough that I forget I ever had to come home in the first place.”

And suck she did. The woman slid me into her warm and waiting mouth then hollowed her cheeks out as she applied an ungodly amount of suction. Her cherry-red nails scraped across my balls, sending even more sensation racing through my over sensitized body. Still, it wasn’t enough. I needed total control because everything else in my life felt like one big round of chaotic shit.

I grabbed hold of the sides of Amber’s head and started fucking her face so hard my balls slapped on her chin with every inward thrust. She was gagging and choking on my cock with each forward motion, but her hands remained just touching my thighs, not digging in or pushing away for help. She might have been choking to the point that saliva was dripping from her chin, but she was loving every fucking minute of it. I cocked my head to the side so I could watch her full tits swing back and forth with the motion as I pumped harder into her mouth.

“Tired as fuck after that ride, babe. Get yourself off.” Yeah, it was a dick move. I was about to blow my load, probably on those unbelievable tits, and already knew I was going to be too exhausted to help her out after. I needed to cum and then get some fuckin’ shut-eye.

Amber didn’t hesitate, and if she minded, she never complained once. Kinda hard to do with my dick in her mouth, I know, but complaints wouldn’t come afterward either. She was a good girl who knew how to listen and never question. If only my wife was that obedient.

Then again, if I remembered correctly, she followed my demands pretty well for a virgin during our one time together. I thought back to the first time I sank into her hot, wet heat that night in my truck. I had never felt anything so fucking exquisite before. I’d always assumed it was just because we hadn’t used a condom, but I wasn’t sure. I allowed my mind to wander back to that hot August night, to the way her hips subtly raised to meet my own after the initial pain wore off. She had tears streaming down her face, though I don’t think she knew I noticed. I did. Only because the salty little things dripped right down her neck into my mouth as I feasted on her while pumping into her without regard for being safe about shit.

The memory of her squeezing that tight pussy around my cock set me off and I started to blow my load down Amber’s throat while thinking of Lily. I pulled out, just as I had that night with Lil, and instead of shooting all over my wife’s stomach and in the cunt hair she never fully trimmed, I shot the rest of my load all over Amber’s face and on her glorious tits.

Amber chuckled. “Guess I need another quick rinse off.”

“Yeah, babe.” When she got off her knees, I slapped her ass and then bypassed her altogether so I could hit the bed.

~*~

To my surprise, it was almost a month later before anyone said anything to me about Amber. If I was being honest with myself, I wasn’t really feeling the living situation any longer, but I kept up the bullshit headache of having a veritable club whore living in my room at the clubhouse with me just so it would keep everyone off my back about the wife. It wasn’t even so much that I wanted to hurt Lily anymore either, even though I’d been dickish enough in the beginning to want exactly that. I’d had a lot of time to think it over.

I truly didn’t want to cause her any harm. The problem was that I was selfish enough to want my freedom more than I wanted to keep her from being hurt. The best way to get to that end was to make our father’s see reason and allow her to divorce me sooner than the five-year minimum timeframe they had given her.

It was late January already, almost February, when I sat down to eat breakfast at the clubhouse with my dad. It didn’t escape my notice that Lily’s best friend, Stacey, was trying to sneak out without being noticed. I knew she’d been seeing another member, Tinder. The fucker who liked to light fires when he was given permission had given my wife’s best friend the perfect opportunity to spy on me. I knew she was taking information back to my wife about Amber and me. It was part of the reason Amber was still in my bed, despite having worn out her welcome there.

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