Page 18 of Soul

Chapter Four.

Bryony

Considering I had to move state, you’d think it would be easy to find a house that suited us. But no. I was a picky bitch, apparently. I’d no idea where to go, and some states were off-limits to me. California because of Hollywood. Maci didn’t do well with weather that was too hot, so Florida, Louisiana, and Georgia were out, for example. Although I had been tempted by Georgia. Plus, Ham loved snow.

I needed to make sure I moved to a good neighbourhood. I needed schools schools, shops, and all the other things somebody took into account when moving.

But I was dithering over picking a state. It was never as easy as someone might believe. Some we wouldn’t live in because we’d already been there, which ruled out North and South Dakota and Wyoming.

I considered the remaining states as I made my bed with fresh bedding. Dumping the dirty bedclothing in the laundry basket, I saw movement out of my window.

Soul was walking his bike down the drive, thick muscled thighs either side of the Harley. I wouldn’t say that Soul was heavily built; he was tall and lean, but he was packed with muscle. Right now, I had a very good shot of that as he was topless and just wearing well-fitting jeans. Soul was a handsome man with brown hair, short on the sides and longer on top. His eyes were brown, too, and he had a moustache and stubble.

In fact, Soul was a damned attractive package, but I knew I was older than him. And who wanted a woman with two kids? Not many men, especially when they saw Maci’s wheelchair. Because that is all they see. Not Maci sitting in it, just the burden of a disabled kid.

I sighed.

Yeah, Soul was nice to look at, but that’s all it would ever be. A man like that would never fancy me, and then there was his club. I’d seen the TV programmes and lusted after Charlie. Who hadn’t? While I recognised it was a programme and mainly fantasy, I reckoned there were elements of truth to it.

I didn’t want my family being caught up in a freak MC war or being killed for taking my kids away. That was a nightmare. Nope, I could admire from afar, but not up close. It wasn’t worth the risk in the slightest.

Yet, for a moment, I could imagine being in Soul’s arms and feeling his lips on mine.

The children were playing in the yard. I licked my lips. Soul certainly was good finger vault material. My hand moved up my tee, cupped my braless breast, and I leaned back on the bed and laid down.

I pinched my nipple as I started imagining Soul’s mouth on me, all over me, sucking, and my other hands slid under my leggings and found my clit. I began rubbing as I envisioned Soul, naked, leaning over the top of me, kissing me senselessly.

“Jesus,” I moaned a little as I rubbed on my clit. Pressure built, and my legs flopped open. I pinched harder again on my nipple and pushed upwards.

My orgasm was so close, and I could feel it but couldn’t get to it. I reached for my drawer and pulled out a bullet. Placing that on my clit and letting my mind drift, I felt the wetness between my thighs intensify.

My pelvis moved, rubbing against the clit, and my pussy was spasming as I lost control and spiralled over into my orgasm.

“Soul!” I cried and bit my lip. My window was open, and I hope he hadn’t heard me. But I was too distracted as my juices gushed over my fingers and Ham called my name.

I quickly jumped to my feet, put away the bullet, and rushed into the bathroom before my kids could find me.

If Soul could make me come like that without touching me, what would it be like if he did? And once again, desire pooled between my legs.

Soul

I looked up at the open bedroom window and gaped in astonishment. Had I just heard what I thought I had? Had Bryony rubbed one out fantasising about me?

Bryony had definitely yelled my name. I’d heard her. I stared at the house, stunned, and then a smile crossed my face. Seems Bryony had noticed me as much as I had her.

Bryony wasn’t what was called a classic beauty. She had honey-blonde hair with blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. She was about five foot six and had curves in the right places. I loved nothing better than a lady with curves. Who wanted some stick-thin creature whose bones jabbed into you? Give me a woman with cushioning any day. Bryony was not overweight, though, but she was healthy.

She was pretty, not stunning, but had that girl-next-door look with an aura of innocence. How her idiot ex-husband had let her slip away, I didn’t know, but the man needed a kick up the ass.

I walked into the backyard.

Blue and Priest were heading over for a few beers, a takeout, and to watch the game. I couldn’t wait for them to become brothers. They were both good men, and I knew Warden was already looking for more prospects.

“We have to move,” Maci said, making me jump, and I spun around.

How the hell did I not hear her coming?

Maci sat in her electric wheelchair, glowering at me balefully.

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