Page 19 of Facet

Ragged breaths and the pounding of our combined heartbeats filled my ears. Like each time before it, the act of fucking her was life altering. It was unlike anything I’d experienced, but instead of leaving me satisfied, it left me wanting more and more. I wanted to consume her—meld with her until there was no her or me.

Because truthfully, with her, I was now complete.

And that scared the absolute fuck out of me.

Though I should feel drained after the multiple rounds of fucking Willow and I had throughout the day, instead I was invigorated. The corner of my mouth lifted as an image hit me of her collapsing over my chest after the last one.

I’d left her getting ready for her shift to go check in with whoever was hanging out at the clubhouse for the night.

“You are absolutely divine,” I heard the familiar voice murmur as I made my way from my room to the common area. I groaned as I picked up the pace. When I rounded the corner, it was to find Squirrel grinning down at a woman dressed in purple and black down to the midnight-colored hair with a single violet streak that came from her widow’s peak to curl softly around her cheek before resting on her shoulder.

“Mother!” I reprimanded, drawing her immediate attention.

Squirrel’s jaw dropped as she spun away from him, and a brilliant smile lit her face. “My baby!”

She rushed toward me and threw herself into my arms so hard I had to take a step back as I returned her embrace. Despite everything, she was my mother, and I loved her. A throat clearing had me disentangling myself and setting my mom back so I could glance over my shoulder.

Willow stood there with her arms crossed, hip cocked out, and her foot tapping. Her thick red hair was braided and rested over one shoulder. With her lips pursed and a single auburn brow arched, she gave me a look that made me grin. Jealousy looked sexy as fuck on her. Though I’d never voice that out loud.

My mom immediately assessed the fierce redhead before her intense perusal morphed into a smirk. “Well, well, well. The woman who has tamed this handsome devil,” she said as she rested her palm on my chest.

Willow’s gaze narrowed and if she could’ve shot flames from her beautiful eyes, she would’ve. It was time to defuse a potentially volatile situation.

“Willow,” I began as I held out a hand to her, “I’d like you to meet my mom.”

Surprise widened my woman’s stare before she stuttered, “Y-Y-Your mom?”

“No fucking way,” Squirrel muttered as he continued to study my mother.

I understood his shock. She barely looked like she was in her thirties. Truthfully, I had no idea how old she was, but I knew she hadn’t aged in as long as I could remember.

Willow approached, and I pulled her against my side. She had on the low-cut tank top that the waitresses wore, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit that my gaze dropped to her displayed cleavage. At least she had jeans and a lightweight leather jacket on. I sure as hell wasn’t giving her a ride on my bike with those goddamn shorts on.

“The pleasure is all mine, young Willow,” my mother replied as she reached out a hand.

Willow hesitantly placed her hand in my mother’s, then my mother rested her other one on top of their clasped fingers. Though the smile remained on my mother’s face, her eyes became shrewd as she firmly held Willow’s hand. It made me uneasy.

“Okay, I need to get Willow to work,” I announced louder than was necessary as I grabbed Willow and tugged her away from my mom. Then, to ensure she knew I meant for her to keep her ass here, I added, “Mom, we will catch up when I get back.”

“Of course, son. I’ll just be here waiting,” she replied, but her attention was already back on Squirrel, who looked surprisingly uncomfortable. I almost laughed because it was likely a first. Now that he knew she was my mom, Squirrel would keep his dick in his pants. Family and ol’ ladies were an off-limits deal with the RBMC. Something that had caused issues between Angel and Chains a while back.

When Willow and I went outside, I handed her helmet to her. I’d intentionally left it on my bike after we had gotten back to the clubhouse last time. She stowed her tote in my saddlebag, then I got on the bike, lifted it upright and flipped up the kickstand. Once I had the bike running, I motioned for her to climb on.

The heat of her body behind me was almost enough to singe me. She wrapped her arms around me, and I pulled out from under the covered parking area. The prospect manning the gate rolled it open for us and we hit the highway. When she pressed her tits to my back, I groaned. Then I grabbed her hand and placed it over my dick so she could feel what she was doing to me.

“Nice,” she shouted out over the rumble of my pipes.

I chuckled.

She didn’t remove her hand.

It was a long ride.

After arriving at the club, I dragged her to Cookie’s old office and pushed her until she leaned over the desk. She gasped.

“You think you’re funny?” I asked as I used one hand to free my cock and the other fisted the rope of her hair.

“Nope,” she panted, and I released her long enough to work her jeans over her curved hips.

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