Page 63 of Bound by Family
Her words are cut off when my hips pull back and thrust up hard and deep. I set a punishing pace as her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her gasps and noises are like music to my ears.
She squeezes her core muscles, and I thrust harder, harder, harder; pounding, attacking, giving us both the perfect blend for pleasure.
“I’m gonna …” She screams my name aloud, her nails biting into my skin and her head flying back to crash against the door.
I give her no to time to recover. Instead, I walk her to the bed and take her without abandon until she comes again, and I follow behind her, my cock findings its release.
Home.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BRISTYL
The drive to Sumner, Georgia is quiet, if you don’t count the bikes in front of and behind me. It’s a bit much, but I’m ready to start a new life. One that’s for me. At the same time, nervousness fills me. Going out on my own—hell, going to a club I really know nothing about. It’s all wrapped in a tight ball, but my mother’s words ring in my head. “Live life by the balls, my Bristyl. Some chances are worth taking.” Funny how those words just came to me on the drive.
I’ve thought a lot about my father and brothers and what happened back at the office. The dead body is something that will never escape my brain, no matter how hard I try. Those eyes staring at me … My body shivers.
I’m also afraid for my father. He shot a man in cold blood. Going to jail and spending the rest of his years there isn’t an option. So many of us were witnesses to the murder. So much here could go totally wrong.
What gets me, though, is my father himself. He thought for sure I’d fall in line, becoming something I’m not, instead of standing up to Wolf in the first place. The politics of a motorcycle club are different, my mother used to tell me. She said they were stricter, and one didn’t go against the president unless there was a damn good reason. It scares me, yet I feel like he did it to protect me.
Then there is the sadness that I wasn’t a damn good reason for my father in the first place. Or maybe I’m seeing this wrong. None of it makes sense. Why wouldn’t he or my brothers have my back? At least try. Or maybe they did. There are many unanswered questions, but I didn’t go back to Sinisters before we left. The thought of seeing them again hurt.
Even though they want me back in the fold, the problem is trust. All those years we built it. My brothers always on my case about this or that, pushing guys away from me like I’d get some horrible disease. My father was the same. The why is something I can’t get over.
I love them and my hope is after time, after we both get our heads on straight, we can talk and work this mess out. Right now, it’s too raw. It’s a wound that is fresh, and the pain is still sinking in. One thing I do know is that I don’t want to see him in an orange jump suit.
The bikes slow, coming up to gigantic compound. I say that, because it’s what it is. This place is bigger than Sinisters. The tall, concrete walls around the place with the fencing and barbed wire make it look like a prison of some kind.
The gates slide open, and I ease the gas slowly, taking in the space. An extremely large building sitting off to the left, also made of concrete. There are few windows, but they are small, horizontal rectangles, instead of normal vertical ones.
There’s a huge courtyard, with a fire pit, picnic tables, chairs, loungers, and a massive grill. Then, off to the side of that, there is a monstrosity of a playground that has swings, a slide, monkey bars, climbers, and more. Off to the right is a large garage building withBanner Automotivewritten at the top. This is where Cooper works. Interesting.
In front of the garage is a huge lot with cars, and on the opposite side is where bikes are lined up. The guys park their bikes there, and I follow with my car on the other side. Ryker had his bike, so that left me to drive the Challenger back.
“This is where you live?” I ask Cooper as he comes up to the side of my car. I’m overwhelmed by the size of the place, but a bit more on the way the sunlight shines off Cooper’s hair. Damn, that man is sexy. “I mean, I know you have a house with the guys, but this is where you grew up?”
“Part of the time. It’s home.”
Screams of a child pierce the calm, and I whip around to see where it’s coming from. Through the door of the largest building, several older woman and children come rushing out.
A woman with beautiful blonde hair, shorter than mine, comes up to GT and wraps her arms around him, kissing him hard. A teenage girl follows behind, her eyes on everyone, but on one in particular.
“That’s Angel, GT’s ol’ lady,” Cooper says in my ear.
A knock-out woman with brunette hair and a body so fit I swear she’s in her early thirties moves over to Tug, wrapping him up tight.
“That’s Blaze,” Cooper tells me.
They have to have a rule here. Guys must be hot. Women must be hotter. I so don’t fit in.
“You’re back.” This comes from a woman with hair so dark it’s almost purple. She strolls up to Buzz with a smirk on her face, and he pulls her to him and kisses her breathlessly.
“That’s Bella,” Cooper informs me.
“Where’s Tanner and Mearna?” Dagger asks the woman.
“They’re at your house. Mearna said they were doing some art something or the other,” Blaze responds.
