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Silver stirred from his sleep to find someone stroking his face. Frowning, he rolled to his back. “Fuck off. Nobody is allowed in here.”

“Not even me?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, it took some convincing, but Torque is on board with us being together.”

He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“My daughter wants you to get your lazy ass out of bed so the two of you can go house hunting.”

He glanced over at Torque standing in the doorway, dominating the area. He frowned. “House hunting?”

“Yeah.”

Layla brushed her hand along his arm. “Me and you.”

“Is this a fucking dream?”

She smiled and leaned in to kiss him. “No. You and I are officially together now. Look a little more happy.”

He glanced over at Torque. Torque sighed and started to explain. “It didn’t seem right that my daughter be miserable for the rest of her life because she wanted a bastard like you. I’m demoting you. Hand over the VP patch and promise me you’ll always put her first.”

He rubbed a hand over his face and went to find his cut. He tore the VP patch from the leather and put it in Torque’s hand.

“She’s going to college too. I tried to convince her not to work, but she’s still going to pay for her sister’s cancer treatments. So the new rule is: you’d better take care of her or you’ll wish you never met me. Got it?”

Silver nodded and Torque left the apartment. Silver turned toward Layla still confused. “What the hell just happened?”

“In a roundabout way, he gave us his blessing.”

She pulled her legs up. “That is if you want me. You’re still not looking as happy as you should be.”

He snorted and his lips tilted upward. “I don’t think me wanting you was ever really the question.”

She pat the bed next to her. “I’m going to call my aunt. There are some houses for sale in her neighborhood. She’s not going to like the idea of me moving a biker in, but I think my sisters will like me being close by. They’ll know that they have a second place to go if they need it. And you’re getting a family. All women.”

He smiled and crawled into bed beside her. “I can handle women.”

He liked the idea she proposed. He knew how much her family meant to her and he couldn’t imagine her giving that up for anything. He also liked the idea of her family becoming his. Even if it was all women, he was okay with the idea. Okay with having something he’d never had before.

“I agreed to enroll in college. I don’t know what I’m going to study, but Torque said he didn’t care. I guess I need to do a little research.”

He pulled her down and wrapped his arms and legs around her. “I love you.”

The words came from nowhere. The more he thought about her, the more he realized that what they had went farther back than the first night she’d called him. He’d started caring about her long before she was even legal.

Layla smiled. “I know. I love you too.”

She cupped his cheeks and leaned in to kiss him, smiling. He groaned and pulled her to him, holding her, as he tasted her mouth. Nothing felt better than having her beside him. He never understood needy women but he sure as hell had become needy where Layla was concerned.

Pulling back, he stared at her. “How the hell did you get the stubborn old fucker to go along with it?”

She shrugged. “My dad cares about me. He doesn’t like to admit it too much, but I’m pretty sure every time I hurt, it tears him apart. He’s always been that way. From scraping my knees in a bicycle accident to getting into fights at school. I think he understood that you and I weren’t something casual. It may have seemed that way on the surface, but it had always been more. I’m not really sure I could have even agreed to have sex with you if something deeper wasn’t there.”

Silver brushed her cheek. “I wondered about that myself.”

“You wondered if I could have sex with you?”

He smiled. “Yeah. You’re so sweet and goddamn innocent. I never really thought you would go trough with allowing me to actually fuck you. Definitely not in the way I wanted to fuck you. You surprised me.”

She smoothed her fingers along his chest. “For what it’s worth, I definitely couldn’t have become club property. I was desperate and I thought I could do anything to get enough to cover Chrissy’s treatments. After seeing what goes on around here, I don’t think I could have. Actually, I know I couldn’t.”

He did too, but he didn’t say anything. Layla was not like the girls that hung around the club. Silver was pretty damn sure that Torque wanted to keep it that way. He thought about what Torque would have done if the club had owned her. They’d all be dead. There was no debating that fact.

Layla kissed his cheek. “Can you get up now? We’ve got to meet the realtor at noon.”

He groaned and pressed his face against her neck. “We could just stay here.”

“We could, but I don’t want to live here for the rest of my life.”

He pressed his lips against her arm. “Orgies not your thing?”

“No.”

She caressed his abs. “Neither is the drinking, drugs, or wild parties. I do like the bondage playroom though.”

He did too. A lot. Definitely something for them to consider including in their own home when they went looking for a house, he determined. He sighed and rolled to his back, tossing the blankets to the side. He knew she watched him pull his shorts off before he walked nude to the shower. Something about Layla made him want to be a better man. Not necessarily making drastic changes in his life, but he wanted to open up to her. To lean on her because he knew he could. For so long, Torque had been the only person that really knew everything about him. It made sense that Layla knew most of the details too.

Layla followed him into the bathroom and propped herself against the vanity while she watched him. She wasn’t shy and he liked it. He also knew that the main reason for her being in the bathroom with him wasn’t to take a sneak peek but to make sure he wasn’t goofing around. She really wanted to go house hunting and who was he to say no?

“Are you going to stand there and watch me or join in on the fun?”

He rubbed his soapy hand over his chest and down his body until got to his cock. He glanced over at her while he stroked himself.

“I like the show. But, we’re going to be late enough as it is. Save the fun for when we get our new house.”

He sighed and rinsed off. “I should spank your ass for saying that.”

She rolled her eyes. “There will be plenty of time for that later as well.”

He grinned. She waited while he rinsed off then handed him a towel when he stepped out. He half expected her to dry him because he was sure he didn’t move fast enough for her.

“I need you to promise me something.”

He tucked the towel around his waist. “What?”

“Promise me that no matter what, that you will always love me. I don’t need a savior. I don’t need a protector. I don’t need someone with money or fancy things. I just need love. That’s all I want from you.”

He pulled her to him, enjoying her softness far too much. “I promise.”

“What do you want from me?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

He shook his head. “I’ve got it.”

“You got demoted in the club. I feel responsible for that.”

He leaned in and kissed her. “Torque wants me to put you first. And I will. I had the club to get me here and I enjoyed it. I’m still part of the club. I’m not giving that up. I have you and nothing else really matters.”

“So you’re still a member? He didn’t kick you out?”

“No, babe. I’m still a member. For life. I’ve got you and I’ve got the club. I don’t really need anything else.”

“Good.”

She pulled away from him. “I thought I needed to talk to him about that. Get dressed.”

He grabbed her arm. “Hey. Don’t feel like you need to be the buffer between the two of us. I can handle your dad. You don’t have to constantly feel responsible for the shit that goes on between us.”

“I don’t.”

She tilted her head to the side. “But I am going to get him in here to drag your ass out if you don’t hurry up.”

He laughed. “Why would I not put that past you?”

****

Layla lay in the middle of the living room floor of their new house. She smiled as she stared up at the ceiling, the fan spiraling down waves of cool air. They’d looked at three houses and the one they bought was a mutual agreement without either of them even discussing it.

She knew it was meant to be.

“Hey.”

Silver tapped the bottom of her foot with his boot. “I need your help with this stuff.”

As a housewarming gift, the club chipped in and bought them furniture. She figured her father paid for most of it, but it was a sweet gesture that the others joined in on. Layla propped herself up on her elbows.

“What stuff?”

“Bedroom.”

She pushed up from her spot and followed him down the hallway to the master bedroom. Inside, he’d placed their big bed in the center of the right wall. The TV was mounted to the left and the bathroom was to the right.

“What do you need my help with?”

“Trying out the bed.”

He closed the door and came up behind her. He slid his hands beneath her shirt to cup her breasts. “I had Joker help me install the new ties to the frame.”

“Ah, so you’re turning our bedroom into your personal torture chamber?”

He pressed his lips to the back of her neck. “When I make you come repeatedly, I can guarantee you won’t be complaining.”

“Mmm.”

She turned and unzipped his jeans. “You do realize we have a yard full of motorcycle enthusiasts also known as the Charming Bastards Motorcycle Club members outside, right?” She reached into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “And they are noisy and into everything. I caught Dooby sniffing my underwear.”

He shoved his pants down. “Yeah. So?”

“Do we really have time to try out your ties on our bed?”

She stroked him. “I mean, I feel like leaving them unattended is just asking for them to set something on fire or knock a hole in the wall or something.”

“Those dickheads can behave if they want to.”

He tugged her shirt up and off her body. Her bra went next. “Plus, Torque is in control now. Not me. He won’t let them burn the place down for next hour or so.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You sure about that? He causes a lot of mischief on his own.”

He huffed a breath. “Why are you talking about your father with your hand around my dick?”

“You brought him up.”

She circled the tip of his dick with her thumb. Silver squeezed her breasts, bra and all, with one hand while the other hand gripped the hand wrapped around his cock and stroked himself. “Impatient, baby?”

She grinned deviously at him, knowing how much he hated to be teased. Layla leaned in to kiss his chest. Everything about him was a stark contrast to her. Hard, mouth-watering muscles tensed as she stroked him. He didn’t speak so much with words but reactions. Her teasing didn’t bother him as much as he wanted her to think. It always gave him a reason to spank her ass.

“Suck me, Layla.”

“I think your response should be, lie back Layla. Let me eat your pussy.”

He gave her a cocksure grin. “I’m pretty sure that’s not what I mean.”

“You’re supposed to put me first.”

He cupped the side of her face. “You’re always first, baby. Your fucking sassy ass and all.”

She smoothed her hands along his abs and over his hips before kneeling before him. He did have a beautiful cock. Swirling her tongue around the head, she teased him until he tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged her forward. The simple action had his cock sliding between her lips, stretching her mouth wide enough to take most of him. Her pussy grew wet at the very thought of him filling her, fucking her.

He gathered her hair and held it up, thrusting his cock into her mouth. The slight pull of her hair had her moaning around him. She loved being at his mercy. When he’d had enough, he withdrew his cock from her lips and lifted her, lying her in the center of the bed.

She smiled while he bound her wrists, the anticipation of what he had planned damn near killing her. He never ceased to keep her guessing.

“You look pretty pleased with yourself.”

He tightened the bind on her wrist. “You like my cock in your mouth?”

“More than you’ll ever know.”

“Ah.”

He looped the leather cuff around her ankle. “What about my cock in that tight cunt of yours? You like that too?”

Layla watched as he went around the bed to tie her other ankle. “Your cock is great, but I really think your tongue has skills your dick can’t compete with.”

He glanced up. “Is that right?”

She felt wetness gather between her thighs as he stared at her widespread legs. His heavy-lidded gaze zeroed in on her cunt until she squirmed. God, one look from him had her pussy tingling, begging for release. She thought about his wicked mouth and the way he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Silver, please.”

Instead of responding, he tied her other wrist to the bed and went to the dresser and pulled out a wicked looking cane. Layla licked her lips tasting his salty, erotic flavor. Whatever he planned to do, she knew she’d enjoy every fucking second of it.

“The good thing about the ties on the bed is that they keep this perfect pussy open for whatever I want to do.”

He smoothed the cane along the inside of her leg. “You’re not so cocky now are you, sweetheart?”

She bit her lower lip. He grabbed a bag she hadn’t seen before and pulled out a large dildo along with some new nipple clamps. He also had a hood which was something new to her. She watched as he laid everything out, his cock standing proud. Her pussy clenched at the sight of him. It was tormenting enough that he took his sweet fucking time to set everything up for them.

“I still need to reprimand you for calling me by my first name after I told you not to. In front of your father, no less.”

He smacked the cane against the inside of her thigh. The sting made her jerk as her pussy clenched in reaction.

The cane slapped against her other thigh and she had the same reaction. The surge of pain had her entire body tensing, anticipating the next slap. When it came, the rod made contact with her pussy. Layla arched against her binds. She blinked a few times as he reached out and soothed the sting with his fingers. He smacked her pussy again with the thin stick and she groaned, straining against the ties. He tossed the cane to the side and leaned down to swirl his tongue along her opening.

Oh, hell yes.

Two fingers filled her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. The world exploded around her. She gasped as his tongue slid up then down, lapping at her slit as she tried to fuck his face. He had a wicked tongue and she thoroughly enjoyed every second of him claiming her pussy as his.

When he finally withdrew, he stared at her. “I didn’t say you could come.”

“You didn’t tell me not to.”

“That sassy little mouth of yours just keeps getting you in trouble. I think you need something to keep you from talking for a little while.”

He took a ball gag from the dresser and moved to put it on her. She loved the power he had over her. One look and the damn man made her cream. He rubbed his finger along her lips before sliding his hand down the center of her body. Her nipples beaded under his gaze and he pinched them, drawing a moan from her. He reached for the nipple clamps and put them in place. The pinch was sharp and Layla struggled through the pain. The skinny chain had a collar attached to it and he fixed it around her neck. Every time she moved her head, it tugged on the chain and sent a shot of pleasure-pain through her.

He smoothed his hand along her flat stomach and cupped her pussy. “You want my big cock now, sweetheart?”

He rubbed her clit with his finger. “Or do you still want more punishment?”

She dropped her head back, tightening the chain attached to her nipples. He took her to the edge and backed off. She groaned her frustration around the ball gag and he smiled at her. Reaching for the dildo, he turned it on, the hum of the gadget sounding more painful than pleasure-filled. He lowered it to her clit.

Layla arched the binds restraining her while the chain pulled at her nipple clamps. Oh, sweet heaven, he was a devious man. She fucking loved every second of it too.

“Since my cock isn’t as good for you as it could be, maybe this one is better.”

He pulled her pussy lips apart and pushed the tip of the vibrating dick inside her. Even in the midst of overwhelming sensations, she watched as he leaned down and lightly flicked her clit with his tongue. Her body pulsed with desire and she knew he devilishly enjoyed it.

She’d asked for it too.

He pumped the fake dick in and out of her while his tongue teased her clit. She was so fucking needy that she didn’t care what he did. Everything he did was wonderful. Being with him was all she wanted.

“No coming,”

he whispered against her clit. The hum of the vibrator buzzed against that one spot inside her and Layla bit down on the gag to have some semblance of control over her body. He chuckled at the mewling sound she made and lifted his head. “You ready for the real thing now or you still want me to tongue-fuck you?”

She nodded, her nipples in agony as the motion tugged the chain. He withdrew the rubber dick and moved between her legs. In one slick movement, he slid inside her, filling her with what she desperately wanted. She arched her back, taking him as deep as he could physically go. The nipple clamps tugged and pulled, giving her a sharp bite of pain along with pleasure. She needed him unlike anything else.

“I think I should keep you like this.”

His thumb swiped over her clit lightly. “Your hot, tight pussy gives me the same feeling as getting high.” He withdrew and plunged in again. “The rush of pleasure is so damn intense you nearly pass out from it.”

He kept talking and she tried her best to listen as he fucked her hard. Each time her fiery channel clamped around him, sucking him deeper. He filled her, stretched her wonderfully. While his mouth was plenty good at making her come, his cock was better.

What the hell had she been thinking earlier?

“You’re so wet. You like me tying you up and fucking you like I want.”

He shoved hard and she moaned behind the gag. “This cunt is mine. It always has been.”

Her pussy gripped him tightly as he fucked her with powerful strokes. Layla watched him. Sweat dotted his upper lip and around his temples as his tense body continued to thrust. He looked so focused, intent on delivering everything he promised her.

And then some.

“Come.”

He rubbed her clit and a bolt of pleasure shot through her as hard and raw as his strokes. “Oh, fuck.” He gripped her hips and dug his fingers into the soft skin as his pleasure overtook him. His groan filled her ears as she lay there, lost in mindless delight. Sex had never been so good. Never.

He withdrew from her and moved to release her. Her legs and arms were tired from the position and he took great care to kiss her ankles and rub the area. She closed her eyes, every muscle in her body weak. He moved up her body and released her wrists, pulling them to his lips for the same care.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

He undid the gag and tossed it aside as he leaned over her for a kiss. “I love watching you come. I love knowing that I put that look on your face. That I caused that pleasure in you.”

She smiled. “I love you.”

He returned her smile and undid the collar and clamps. Her nipples were a deep red and he leaned down to draw them into his mouth. She hissed at the contact and ran her fingers through his hair. After he gave her breasts some affection, he smoothed his hands along her stomach.

“I love your body.”

He stared at the length of her. “I’d keep you naked all the time for my own twisted pleasure if you didn’t have to work.”

She chuckled, fatigue settling in. “How about you wrap your arms around me until I fall asleep. I really need a nap after all that exertion.”

He kissed her side. “Anything you want.”

He moved in behind her and pulled the blankets over them. She definitely liked the new bed ties. She couldn’t wait until the next time they were used.