Page 41 of Blade: Blade Outlawz MC

After she tossed the jacket on the bed, she came over and stood in front of me.

“All I ever wanted was to be a part of a motorcycle club, and you made that possible for me.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my lips. “I will be honored to be your first lady, Blade.” She smirked.

“It’s Dion to you.” I leaned down and kissed her lips. “We doing this shit for real?” I asked her to be sure.

“Yeah, we doing this shit.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around me.

“I left your room the same way you left, but I want you in my room now at all times.”

I wasn’t sure if I was moving too fast, but having her in the house with me for the last few weeks was enough time for me to decide that I wanted her there at all times.

“I can do that. Can we go there now?” she asked with a smirk. Her eyes were lust filled, and it made my dick hard.

“Shit, hell yeah.”

She giggled as she grabbed her jacket off the bed. The house was empty when we made it downstairs, and my brother was gone. Pepper and I got on our bikes and drove off to my house.

Pepper had me the happiest I’d been for most of my life, and she opened my heart up to love again. I didn’t know when, but she would be my wife one day.

“Would you stop? We have to leave,” I reminded Dion as his hands roamed my ass.

“We have a little more time. I’m in charge, so the meeting won’t start until I get there.” He flipped me over so I was on my back. We were in his bed and should have been getting ready to head to the clubhouse, but instead, he was trying to be fresh.

It had been almost three weeks since Dion asked me to be his first lady, and it was finally time for me to meet the members of the Outlawz. He held me hostage for the last few weeks, but this time, I didn’t mind it. I hadn’t been back to my house or talked to my father. Jalen tried to call me, but I told him I couldn’t talk to him anymore and wished him the best. Afterward, I blocked his number because I didn’t want Dion to find out, and he went to kill the boy. Jalen was a good guy and didn’t deserve what I knew Dion would do to him.

“I understand that, but I don’t want to make a bad impression on them.” I tried to push him away, but he gripped my wrist.

“Fuck them,” he said before he kissed my neck.

I giggled, then moaned when he pushed his hard dick against me. We both still had on our undergarments, but that didn’t stop me from feeling him.

“Dion.” I moaned again when he slipped his finger through the side of my panties.

He stared down at me as he massaged my clit. “Just five minutes, Pep.”

My back arched off the bed. “Five minutes.”

Dion wasted no time pushing my panties to the side and freeing his dick. He didn’t bother with taking them off. He pulled them down enough to give himself room to enter me.

“Thank you, baby.” He groaned. “It was going to kill me if I couldn’t get inside you.”

At times, Dion would act like he would die if we didn’t have sex or something. It seemed weird to me, but I also loved it. It turned me on for someone to want me as much as he did.

“I’ll always let you in.” I kissed him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

It didn’t even take the five minutes Dion asked for before he shot his load off inside of me. That was the quickest session we ever had, but I was fully satisfied.

“You see how bad I needed you?” Dion asked when he rolled off me. “Didn’t even need the whole five. If we didn’t have somewhere to go, I would go another round, but we have a busy day.”

“I know, and I’m getting in the shower.” I tossed the sheet back and got out of the bed. “Don’t follow me either.”

Dion laughed as I walked to the bathroom. Not only was I meeting the club, but it was also the day of the blanket drive. It would be a long day, and I couldn’t let Dion take all my energy.

In the bathroom, I turned the shower on and put my hair up while I waited for the water to get warm.

Dion was no longer the monster I thought he was when he first kidnapped me. This side of him was reserved for me and his family. Dion’s love for me outweighed what I didn’t receive from my father, or hell… anyone else. We rode our bikes together, and I even helped him work on bikes that were brought into his shop for repairs.

We would lie in his bed, talking about bikes and life. He told me stories that he remembered about his brother when they were younger. He shared with me how his mother worked multiple jobs to take care of him and his brothers.

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