Page 90 of 12 Months of Mayhem

Powerhouse

Am I peacocking right now? G-damn right I am, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop it. My chest is puffed out as I stride with Raven at my side, feeling like eleventy-hundred-million bucks. She’s more than anything I ever imagined having on my arm, and I’m not taking a moment of it for granted.

I nod to Prez in greeting but all he does is smirk in return. All my brothers know I’m sprung for this chick, and she came here with me tonight on the back of my bike. Raven may not know what that means exactly, but everyone here sure as hell does.

“This one have daddy issues?” Whiskey asks, busting my balls, and I shoot him a glare.

“Fuck off, old man. She’s here with me.”

“Hot damn,” he whistles, brows damn near to his hairline. “House went and fell in love.”

At his words, I swiftly glance down, relaxing again once I realize Raven is looking in the opposite direction and has managed to miss Whiskey’s words altogether. When she meets my stare, I ask, “Want something to drink?”

She nods, offering a sweet smile. The look has me wanting to go out and give her the world so long as she’ll keep the expression on her face forever.

Whiskey’s brows are still in his hairline, but he drops the asshole-shit-talking mood. “Good for you, brother.”

“Appreciate it.”

I move to the bar beside him, gesturing to Wrench’s prospect. “Two beers.” He immediately complies as I tuck Raven into my side to wait.

“Shit,” Whiskey comments quietly. “I just realized who she is. She’s the little ballerina that got hurt years back, isn’t she? The one from the local news article?”

My brows furrow. “Uh, when did this happen?” I ask, then when I notice she’s watching us, I offer a grin and introduce them properly. He may’ve seen her dance down the road, but I know for a fact she’s never spoken to any of my brothers; the other girls promised me they’d tell me if it ever happened.

“Hey, doll, nice to meet you,” he says, dropping the last comment like a bomb and not finishing, making me wonder what the fuck he knows. “Don’t let this one dance with you, he’s terrible,” he teases, making her laugh. It’s quiet, but I can tell she’s not freaking out around him. It’s good because I want her comfortable enough around my brothers that she won’t mind coming here with me and hopefully staying with me as well.

I hand her the beer, then bust out in my best running-man and sprinkler dance moves. The next time I look over, she’s laughing so hard she’s gasping for breath, with tears leaking from her eyes. “I’m pretty sure I did that better than the originals,” I comment, making her smile so widely her cheeks probably hurt.

“You had me concerned you were going to need mouth-to-mouth after that demonstration,” she mutters, and I can’t help but chuckle, tugging her away from the bar toward the back door.

“I’m always down for mouth-to-mouth with you.”

I quickly introduce her to every brother or woman we pass on the way to the fire pit, but I can’t shake the feeling of wanting her all to myself. I’ve missed her every minute this past week I was away from her, and now I only want to spend time with her and no one else. I grab one of the miniature-sized blankets the ol’ ladies around here call a ‘throw’ that I know is clean and take it with us.

Once I’ve led us to the opposite side of the fire, I plop down on the biggest tree stump, spreading my legs wide and tugging her onto my lap. The sun’s completely set, allowing the flickering flames from the oversized fire pit to dance across her stunning features as I spread the throw around her. On bated breath, I ask, using two fingers to carefully guide her face until she’s looking at me, so she doesn’t miss my question. “You okay on my lap?”

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

“Good answer,” I mutter, not able to hide my pleased grin. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful; did I tell you that yet today?” We’re close, my face in the glare from the light so she can understand me. I never want her to feel like she’s missing out on anything, especially when it comes to me. I want her to know everything and never feel like she has to adapt in any way for me because she’s deaf. It’s me who will do whatever I need to; she doesn’t have to worry.

Her head tilts a touch, her gaze pinned on me as if I hung the moon, and I love every fucking minute of it. “How are you this sweet? You make me think this isn’t real life.”

“I’m one hundred percent real, and I’ll prove it to you every single day.”

Her lip wobbles, the dreamy smile fading. “Why are you so nice to me? I’ve never met a man like you before.”

“That right there is exactly why, shortcake. I never want you to meet a man like me. I want to be the only one.” With my confession, I lean in, taking her lips with mine. The kiss starts slow and careful, but it quickly melts into so much more. My hands move to cup her face—one on her jaw, the other weaving into her hair to cup her head. Her hold on my shoulders tightens as she wiggles closer to my body until we’re pressed up against each other in every spot we can be in this position. Her skin is warm and smooth under my touch, my own cheeks blazing from the desire curling through every inch of my body.

I want her unlike I’ve ever wanted another woman in my entire life. It’s too soon for me to be so transfixed with her, but I can’t help myself. It’s like I don’t have a choice in the matter, and our passionate kiss only proves it further as I find myself completely lost in her, in the way she tastes, smells, and feels in my hold. I’m obsessed; there’s no other word for it, and I’m absolutely not going to fight the feeling. She is meant to be mine; there’s not a doubt in my mind.

She pulls away slowly, resting her forehead against mine as we both breathe deeply, attempting to catch our breaths after our blistering kiss. “Wow,” she whispers so quietly I nearly miss it, relishing in her being so close to me I can nearly taste her air.

I shake my head, my forehead lightly bumping against hers as I do. “I know. It hit me too,” I admit, helping her as she twists towards me fully, adjusting to straddle my waist completely so her hot little pussy rests over my jean-clad cock. Suddenly, the kiss and the warm fuzzies aren’t the only things I’m feeling, as Mr. Goliath Long Shot Big Dick himself comes to life once more for her, ready to have his own party in her pants.

Of course I’ve named my cock like every self-respecting man out there has. I may even have more than one name, but who can blame me, it’s a big dick. You’re not going to not name a big dick more than once if you have the chance, trust me.

Staring at her right now, I know she’s my future, I can feel it in my bones. The realization brings me both a sense of comfort and apprehension because I will literally do anything for her. She already owns me body and soul, but I will expect the same from her. It may take time to get her to where I am, but I can be patient. Sometimes. Okay, only when I fight, but it still counts. She’s different.

I wonder how long it’ll take her to fall in love with me? I can’t help but silently question as I continue to obsessively glance at her. On the fifth smoldering look I send her, she blushes, ducking into my neck. She peppers kisses along the column, making me flex my hips upward so she rides my dick a bit.

“Damn,” I curse aloud, quietly, but enough that a few people momentarily flick their gaze in my direction, and it has me remembering a few important details in the Oath Keepers’ bylaws when it comes to ol’ ladies.

To claiming.

My hand skates across her front, removing the Velcro belly band gun holster under her baggy shirt and setting it beside us on the ground. Then I’m lifting her shirt, finding her bare. She’s free-tittying it, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen all day. Nipples already at points from the crisp chill in the night air. “Mm, I swear you’re gonna kill me with these sorts of surprises.” I groan, transfixed on the delectable sight before me. I need these naked breasts in my mouth right fucking now.

“I don’t like a bra after I dance; my skin is weird about certain fabrics touching it sometimes. Probably from the body glitter or something.”

“Nothing to explain, I support free-range boobs.”

Raven snorts out a laugh at my comment. “How did I know you wouldn’t mind?” she teases, making more warm fuzzies fill my chest. She’s so damn cute.

“Can I touch you?” I ask, and she nods, wide-eyed as she glances around. My hand tenderly slides against the smooth skin of her stomach, dipping below the elastic of her waist, effectively distracting her away from everyone else once more.

The tip of my middle finger finds her tiny clit, and as I lightly swirl the pad of my finger against the sensitive bud, I swear my cock somehow grows bigger. I don’t know how it can, the thing’s a fucking monster already, but I’m not going to complain about any added bonus inches. If I don’t get Raven with my winning personality, I’ll have to dick-na-tize her sweet, sexy ass into needing me as badly as I do her.

She starts grinding, panting against my jaw as she peppers kisses along the chiseled bit of bone structure I’ve been complimented on several times in the past. None of them matter, though, only what my Raven thinks.

I have the perfect spot above my heart where I could get a sick-looking raven tattooed to represent her. It’s such a great fucking idea; I should’ve thought of it sooner. I wonder if Spin could take care of it tomorrow before he heads back to his clubhouse and his ol’ lady? I’ll have to check after I’m done fucking my pretty woman.

My mouth lands on her exposed shoulder, the oversized, loose shirt slipping off one side while covering the other is kind of making me insane imagining her in my shirts. They’d dwarf her, making her a walking wet fantasy. I could put her in my shower and see her literally wet. Uh, fuck. I need to stop spiraling every two minutes, but this is what she does to me when I’m around her. I lose all rationality and become a freaking caveman. A dumb-dumb with a five-second attention span.

I suck, pulling her skin between my lips and lick, marking her up with my dark love bites. I want them covering her body for as long as it takes that every motherfucker in a hundred-mile radius knows she’s taken. Cared for. Coveted. Put away wet and satisfied. My fingers continue to play, rubbing until she’s a shaky mess, then I’m sinking two deep. She takes me so good; I add a third, making her gasp. Did she forget how big I am already? I can’t wait to remind her.

My other hand slides into her pants from behind, between her cheeks. Her forbidden hole taunts me, and in that moment, I vow I will fuck her here too. She’ll be mine everywhere. Tonight she’ll sleep with my cock in her mouth or pussy; it has to be inside her somewhere—nothing else will be able to settle me enough to sleep. Hell, even with my dick in her mouth, I may stay up and stare at her all night.

“Powerhouse,” she moans on another gasp as I push both sets of fingers inside her simultaneously. Her behind is tight, untouched, and unstretched, but her pussy sucks my fingers like a greedy little bitch. I ease up to my first knuckle, then I’m thrusting them all the way back in, loving how her body pitches forward, full of hunger. Her nipples are hard, the peaks turned into sharp little knives, eager for my mouth to suck my fill and allow my tongue to play. To stroke them and make her mewl.

Fuck. This chick has me twisted in every way. Gone. Sprung. Head over heels, completely lost for her.

Impatience clouds my vision as I move to shove her stretchy yoga pants down over her ass enough for her holes to be exposed to me, pulling the material forward and out of my way. Then one of my hands is violently tugging at my jeans button and zipper, ready to rip the fucking things off if I’m unable to be inside her in the next ninety-nine seconds.

As soon as my cock pops free, I’m guiding her to the tip. She immediately takes the hint, rubbing her juices and slit over the head. Back and forth. She glides like a dream, and on the next pass, I’m thrusting up, while one hand holds her pants out of my way and the other locks her in place, sinking her down.

She cries out, muffling the sound into the space between my neck and shoulder. I don’t hold back from bouncing her on my lap so her pussy slides over my shaft. We groan in unison, the back of my neck peppering with sweat from the glorious sensations she’s sending through my body and mind at the moment.

My mouth moves to her throat, then her ear, nibbling and kissing before taking her mouth with mine again. She meets me tongue to tongue, just as turned on and eager as I am. I love knowing once I get her like this, she loses all sense of everything else except for me and my cock filling her. “You’re so warm,” she mumbles, snuggling in close while I glide her soaking wet cunt up and down my cock. My eyes roll back at her voice being so close to my ear, along with the praise. I’m a slut for compliments when they’re coming from her.

My hand moves to her chin, tilting her face up so she can read my lips, “Tell me if I’m too rough. If I need to stop. You are in control, always.”

She nods, then she’s kissing me, and I swear to G, I fall a little harder with each twist of her tongue against mine. When we part, she snuggles back into me, moaning, telling me how amazing I feel inside her. The compliments about my massive dick size are pretty great too, and I store them away to reflect on later.

I keep one hand holding her pants out of the way and move my other to cup the back of her head, staring out at the brothers. I meet several of their gazes before claiming, “Mine. My bitch.” I convey the words with unwavering authority, daring a motherfucker to question me in any way. There is no discussion where Raven is concerned. She’s mine, in my heart and in the eyes of the club, and every motherfucker here better take note of it. They want a vote on it? Fine, but she’ll still be mine no matter what the outcome. As far as claiming her in club bylaws, I’m doing it right now, fucking her in front of them.

The Oath Keepers like a public claiming when it comes to ol’ ladies. It hit me earlier, and there is no time like the present to make my intentions known. I hold her to me so she can’t see my lips. She’s not ready for them yet, and that’s okay. I’ll give her time to catch up before breaking the news to her. What matters is that every brother knows she’s my ol’ lady and that I’m never letting her go.

I fuck her harder, hips jackhammering up until she’s gasping with every drive. She whimpers against me, clawing at my chest, attempting to quietly beg me not to stop. Her pussy clenches and releases, soaking my cock to the point it runs down my balls. She’s close, ready to come at any moment, and I’m right with her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I rasp, tugging her hair so she leans back and I can kiss her. It’s sloppy, both of us all over the place, but I don’t care. It’s everything she needs to send her over, spiraling into her orgasm.

“Yes, Powerhouse, ohmygod, yes!” She spasms around my length, juicy, needy cunt milking me until I can’t hold on any longer. I’m a weak man when it comes to her and apparently so is my cock.

The orgasm races through my veins at first, my muscles locking tight as I pump into her welcoming warmth quickly, over and over, until I start to spill. My head tips back, face to the sky as I loudly roar, “Mine!” There’s no doubt every fucker on the property heard me. My dick pulses, jets of cum shooting inside her. It’s so warm inside her pussy; it feels like I’m spraying lava all over the place, ruining her for anyone other than me. If there was even an ounce of doubt in the back of my mind before, it’s gone now.

I’m falling for her.