Page 72 of Irons

Slowly he pushed inside me. A sharp pain shot through me, and I bit my bottom lip. “Jesus.” He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them they looked at my lips. “Keep biting that lip and it’ll be over before I’m all the way in.”

I released my lip, then cupped his face as I looked into his eyes. He pushed in deeper, and I felt completely full, but there was more. He pushed in all the way, and I squeezed my eyes shut. “You’re so damn tight.” He whispered then lowered his head to kiss me. Travis slowly made love to me as I adjusted to his size. His thumb caressed my cheek, and his head rested against mine as my hands ran up his back, feeling those muscles slowly flex under them. I was so wet that his length glided in and out of me. The only sounds in the room were my moans and soft whispers of his name.

The strength and speed of his thrusts slowly picked up each time he pushed back inside me. The way he moved and the way he position himself had my clit rubbing against is pelvis,and his tip teased the perfect spot inside me. His hand gripped on to my hip and he guided me to move against him perfectly with each thrust. A fire ignited in my core as his eyes stayed locked with mine. Soon he had a force of strength behind his thrusts and that ignited fire exploded inside me. It spread over my entire body. The tingling sensation burst into explosions, causing my stomach to contract and my grip around him tighten with each contraction.

“I love you, Travis!” I screamed it as stars erupted my vision and my thighs began to tremble.

“All my life, Wrenly. I’ve loved you all my fucking life!” He grunted and his muscles tightened under my hands.

“So good, so oh my God!” My nails dug into his back.

“Fuck! I’m on the edge, Wrenly! Inside you or not? Answer me, please Wrenly!”

“Yes! Inside me!” Please erase last night. Make today the day, not last night. Make this our memory, make the consequences worth it. Give me peace, love me and promise me it’ll be okay.

“Tell me you’re mine!” He demanded, his eyes pleading with mine.

“I’m yours, Travis! I’ve always belonged to you!”

He gave me one hard slam and I screamed out his name as he came without shutting his eyes. I could see something raw, something honest, and I knew in that moment he was all mine. His body collapsed on top of me, and he buried his face in my neck as he pushed inside me one last time. His body trembled and finally he relaxed.

I could finally say I’ve had that earth rocking, life changing, explosive orgasm I only heard about before Travis.

Perfection

Travis

Going back to work felt like the biggest pain in my ass. I spent the entire day in Wrenly’s bed. We had sex, ordered food for delivery and ate, had sex again, slept, had sex in the shower, then went back to bed and had sex again. Then we were up late talking, laughing, and had sex again. It was probably good that we had to go to work, we were both sore from so much sex.

For the life of me I couldn’t understand it. For years I struggled with dysfunction and flashbacks. But I get Wrenly into bed and suddenly that was a thing from my past. Even as I drive into work I’ve got a hard on. I had to adjust my dick when she wasn’t even around.

I hadn’t cried in years, until yesterday. When she said it felt like a big part of her heart was ripped out I knew how that felt. Before she explained it, I didn’t know how to put into words how my chest hurt and how it felt like I lost a part of me as well. Then she told me about her baby and that broke me. I could feel her pain and there was a lot of guilt. If I just would have let her come see me at that detention center, reached out when I was in the group home, called her from Nebraska, and kept in touch when I was in the Army, maybe she never would have tried to fill that hole with Matt. Then again, her baby was loved, and Idon’t think she regretted his short life. As soon as she told me I understood her reaction to what we had done in that closet. Why she was scared, and why her body was trembling. What happened to Tyler was an accident. It wasn’t because something was wrong with his little body or hers. Although her fears are understood, the same thing wouldn’t happen if she was pregnant again.

That brings up another thing to ponder over. I’m not ready for a kid. We just reconnected and I wanted to take my time getting to know her again. I know twenty nine is a good age for having kids, but my life would be perfect with just Wrenly for a while. I tried not to show my own feelings on the matter, but I did ask her about the timing, and she sat there and bit that damn lip. She learned what that did to me when she did it, so instead of getting my answer, I slid inside her and of course raised the chances. I felt a bit guilty for mentally praying to God that she isn’t pregnant.

I knew exactly what she was doing when she woke me up to that amazing surprise. For all I know, she might not have gotten pregnant in that fucking closet, but maybe she did yesterday. Oh well, we would never know and that’s what she wanted. If she was pregnant, she wanted to look back at a much better memory. I was scared shitless, maybe not as scared as her, but scared, nonetheless.

I had to go to the shop and open it up since Victor was gone. Well, I hoped he was gone because I’d probably kill the bastard if he showed up to work. I got their early, unlocked the doors for our sales team, new designer, and the rest of the crew. While waiting for someone to arrive, I went into Victor’s office to see how far he was on the Aussie bike. His drawings confirmed just how absolutely talented he was, and Creed was right, we needed him. That didn’t mean I wanted to work withthat fucking asshole. I was out of the loop since I lost my phone. I had no clue if Steph had any luck finding rehab for him or not, but he had no business riding a bike or working in a shop if his drug use was that severe. Honestly, I had a true hatred for drugs after what I did while using them. I also had no clue if Magnus had his surgery, if my rescued kids were doing alright, or if Addie had a meltdown because I didn’t go see her last night. I didn’t even call, but Addie was going to have to learn that some things can’t be helped. That she had a mom and a dad, and they were enough. It did suck though, I looked forward to our visits as much as her. She did cross my mind yesterday, but I desperately wanted to soak up my time alone with Wrenly. I didn’t have a phone to disturb us, only Creed and Melissa stopped by, and the rest of our day was absolutely perfect.

Finally, Garrison, one of our operatives and salesman, arrived. He already knew Victor was up shit creek with me, but didn’t have any updates. He had also left the party before all hell broke loose.

It was freezing outside, but my truck was already warmed up and I was thankful. I loved remote start, it was a hell of an invention. I took off for the command center, dreading the upcoming meeting more and more as I drove closer. Not only did I have a lot to say, but I was also sure the others did as well. I had to wonder how many of the Originals now regretted voting against me when I proposed we send Victor to rehab and never allowed his fucking drugs into that bike shop. I was pretty damn sure Axton and Creed regretted it. Outside of the community, in our small town of Cold Springs, we looked like an MC. But we weren’t a motorcycle gang. Sure, we had a motorcycle club, but it was just a bunch of Vets that liked to ride. The Originals liked coming across as a violent gang to take Sinclair County as our territory to keep it safe, but we weren’t a violent gang. Notlike the Fallen Angels or the Devils Rejects. We had nothing to do with drugs. Yes, we were criminals, we took a chance with the law, but we weren’t violent until provoked. We weren’t into prostitution, and definitely not illegal drugs. They weren’t wrong in saying pot wasn’t a big deal, but in my opinion it was when it’s mixed with other drugs and then taken before driving. Also, when it’s left out to harm innocent people. My blood still boiled when I thought of the fact that kids came to the parties most of the time. What if Addie or the other kids would have ingested it?

I arrived at the community center then reluctantly hopped on the elevator. My hand ran down my face as I imagined the hot tempers of the Originals. When I walked into the conference room, I could feel the regret and awkwardness already and half of them hadn’t even arrived yet. It was only Bolton, Axton, and Granger in the room and not one of those fuckers looked me in the eye.

We just sat quietly, not looking at each other at all as the Originals slowly arrived. I almost lost my shit when Magnus walked in carrying a donut for his ass so he could sit. You know it’s bad when Drakos walks in and won’t make eye contact with Axton or anyone else, but especially Axton.

Creed avoided looking in our direction at all. He took a seat, and everyone was looking down either at their coffee or the table.

“Well, I never knew a day like this would ever come. Hell, it never even crossed my mind.” An iPhone box slid across the table and stopped in front of me. “I had the unluckiest prospect we have run into Louisville yesterday to get your new phone. As soon as the surgery was over I had him transfer everything over to the new one.” He sighed. “The phone that was recovered from…well it was recovered with seventy percent of battery liferemaining. I highly doubt your new phone will have that good of a battery.” Creed said.

I heard a slight growl come from Magnus.

Creed spoke up again. “Maybe it’ll be best to do this quickly instead of waiting. When I count to three, we’ll look at each other.”

We waited but the counting never happened.

“Shit.” Creed muttered. “Bolton, maybe you should lead this meeting.”

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