Page 24 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation #12
Twenty-two years later
– PAX –
“Damn she’s unstoppable,” I mumble and cross my arms in front of my chest.
Lyla sighs beside me. “It’s the name, there’s no other way to explain it.”
A low chuckle slips from me. “Come on, darlin’, are you really going to stand there and tell me it’s not your genes running in her blood?”
My woman huffs. “I might have boxed for years, and never retreated when a sparring partner, male or female, entered the ring. Though, our daughter loves beating people to shit a little too much. Look at her bloody smile.”
Yeah, I have to agree with Lyla, our daughter looks ferocious without remorse. Every motorcycle club has an enforcer, and our daughter happens to be one. When she hit eighteen Moxie Lynne became the first female enforcer of a Broken Deeds MC chapter.
It’s a chapter filled with third generation females. Queenie, Archer and Bee’s oldest daughter, founded her own Broken Deeds chapter. The daughter of Wyatt and Aveline became the VP. Every single one of us is proud as fuck, of course.
We’re here to celebrate the opening of their new clubhouse. The weather’s amazing and the barbecue was a success. Their backyard was filled with members of different clubs. Broken Deeds, Areion Fury, Wisely Dicey, and Blennies Hitch. The foundation of all clubs have given all of us one united brotherhood, no matter the colors we wear.
The girls cheer Moxie Lynne on and I take it as our cue to leave. Lacing my fingers with Lyla’s I pull her with me and head for my bike. Every time she hops up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist, it gives my heart a jolt of excitement.
A thrill runs throughout my body, and most times, like now, it awakens my cock along with it. The night is still young, and so are we as I guide my bike onto the road. Instead of going left, the way to our home, I go right.
Lyla tightens her arms around me for a breath or two and I reach back to place my hand on her thigh to give her a squeeze in return. She loves riding on the back of my bike as much as I enjoy having her there.
The two decades we shared our life have given us a roller-coaster of memories. Raising kids, solving cases, our relationship, taking care of the house, everything life puts pressure on while living has brought us to this point. Our kids are living their own lives, the cases we handle aren’t as many or as high profile, allowing us more time together.
Late night drinks on the porch, long rides on the bike, spur-of-the-moment weekends away. We’ve only had five months together until we became a family. It’s why I took a few months off to enjoy our alone time.
Though, every minute spent with my wife feels like recharging my battery. She’s my flow of positivity when I’m down, and vice versa. Years of struggling through long nights with a newborn, repeating it a few more times only expanded our family and filled our hearts with love.
Remembering the good times outweighs the struggle, the danger, the hits life gives where you need a strong shoulder to cry on. Every bit of havoc is bearable when you have a counterpart who stands strong beside you.
Thank fuck for second chances.
I take a deep breath and feel fucking great to have the vibration of the biker underneath me, the warmth of my woman covering my back, and the road wide open in front of me. These are the moments in life I cherish, along with every single other one etched into my brain.
Enjoying our ride on the backroads a little while longer, we find ourselves on a spot with a load of privacy. Taking a turn, I ride down the small road leading to a small open space with one hell of a view of the city skyline.
I come to a stop and hit the kickstand. Lyla jumps off the bike and is fumbling with the strap before she takes off her helmet. I take off mine as she gives me a nice view of her lush ass while she stares at the city lights.
Throwing a glance over her shoulder she states, “I love spending time with the brotherhood, but this quiet personal time is fantastic.”
I place my forearms on the gas tank and give her a lazy smile, enjoying the happiness radiating from my wife.
“More than fantastic,” I muse.
She sways her hips as she slowly approaches me. When she’s close enough, I reach out to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. My mouth takes hers and I groan when my tongue tastes her. I hope to fuck our electric chemistry never becomes dull.
The way her fingers glide into my hair, nails raking my scalp, everything this woman does lights up a damn fire inside my veins.
Pulling back, I grunt, “Pants. Off.”
My cock is painfully hard and I want to bury myself in her warm, slick, perfect pussy. Her hands go to her waist and she quickly shoves her jeans along with her panties down. Kicking off her shoes, she’s fully naked from the waist down within two breaths.
“Get your sweet ass right here.” I scoot back on the bike and pat the leather seat.
A smirk tugs her lips and the sexy goddess is facing me when she opens her legs and gives me a full-frontal of her lovely pussy while getting on the bike in front of me. Grabbing the leather of her jacket, I pull her close for a kiss.
My fingers make fast work of the zipper and expose the tank top she’s wearing underneath. Magnificent tits I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying for decades are exposed when I shove the fabric down. I let my fingers trail over the red ink of the Broken Deeds patch with my name on her collarbone. All. Mine.
I lean in to take her nipple into my mouth. Reaching between us, I easily free my cock and feel the heat of her pussy. Coating the blunt head of my cock with her arousal, I greedily swallow her moan and start to push in.
We both groan in pleasure when I slide home. Fucking perfect. Her walls tighten around me, welcoming my pierced cock inside her body. My lips leave hers to lift up and stare at where we’re connected. My feet are rooted on the ground to keep the balance.
Fucking her on my bike out in the open adds an extra thrill. Together we keep our bond solid and exciting and there’s basically nothing we haven’t done yet that has stopped either of us from enjoying life to the fullest.
I grip her hips to steady her and lazily start to slide in and out. No hard thrusts, no crazy fucking. A slow burn while we hold each other’s gaze. Her tits move and draw my attention. She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Her walls tighten and I move my hand to tweak her clit. She gasps and moans louder. The feel of her pussy clamping down on my cock, along with a rush of wetness lets me know she’s close. Tilting my hips, I thrust harder and enjoy the bounce of her rack.
“Pax, please,” she whimpers in ecstasy.
I’ll never get tired of hearing my name on her lips. My balls tighten and I feel the delicious tingle in my spine. Her orgasm hits hard and she grabs my leather cut as she screams my name for the whole fucking world to hear.
“That’s right, darlin’. I’m the only one fucking you and give you what you damn well need. Always,” I grunt and let go as I fuck her harder.
My ass is slightly off the bike as I ram my cock deep, holding her waist to keep her in place. She keeps riding her pleasure, moaning while I spill my seed deep inside her greedy pussy as it spasms around me.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I groan and fall forward, placing my head into the crook of her neck.
Our breaths come in rapid pants and my heart feels like it’s bouncing on adrenaline in highspeed against my ribs. Motherfucker. I guess getting older is something you notice when you need all the energy in your damn body.
The silence of the night and nature engulf us. In the distance the sounds of the city are still there but the focus is on us in the aftermath of our lovemaking. This right here is a bond no one can take from us.
It’s an intimacy you share with no one else. The privacy behind closed doors, or in this moment out in the fucking open for the whole world to see. Our love knows no boundaries and it’s why it will last a lifetime.
With over two decades behind us the future still holds many dreams and goals for us to fulfill. New challenges will always lie on the road ahead of us. Who knows, one day we’ll be grandparents, watching our children raise theirs and find love as strong as ours.
Dreams and justice are a balance Broken Deeds MC members have managed to withhold for many decades. A legacy passed on as new life is born, to ride their own road to the happiness they claim and deserve.
Forever and always will our hearts stay hungry for everything life has to give in this fucked-up world.