“Shit, sorry, I didn’t think of the time, I just want my kids,” I tell him.
“Your kids, huh?” He loses the sour look on his face and grins at my words.
“Yeah, they’re mine same as their momma’s mine,” I say a little harsher than I mean to. “Are they with Momma B?”
“Oh, yeah, she’s got them with her. Tiny did a damn good job with them,” Bear smirks.
“Good, I’ll take them to my room,” I tell him.
“Prez, no disrespect, but those two are sleeping. Not goin’ to wake them up. Besides, the mood you’re in, I think it’s best you have some time to deal with it before coming near them,” Bear states.
Running my hands through my hair, gripping it at the base, I let out a breath. “I don’t know what I’m fuckin’ doing, Bear.”
“Why not start with bringing them to your house instead of here?” Bear suggests.
Putting my hands on my hips, I close my eyes and shake my head.
“You know, Prez, you’re allowed to be happy. Fuck the trifling cunts who want to play dirty. Rachel’s different. She’s not some cunt, nor is she some petty bitch. That woman is strong and independent. She’s got her daddy’s genes, that’s for sure. Rosco would be proud of his daughter, so would her uncle,” Bear says.
Rosco had been a damn good brother and was excited when his little girl was born. He’d shoot me for having stuck my dick in his daughter. Being twenty years older than her should make me a perv, but I don’t think I can give her up. Rachel is exactly what Bear says, and I need to prove it to her.
Nodding my head, I glance back at Bear. “Think the twins can stay with you and Momma B for the day? I’ll come get them later,” I ask.
“Yeah, what ya goin’ to do?” He grins.
“I’m goin’ to show my ol’ lady her new home,” I state as I turn on my heel and head back out of the clubhouse, pulling my phone out as I go and texting Tracker to drop Rachel off at my house. I don’t live too far from the clubhouse. Shit, I could actually walk there if I wanted to.
Soon as I get to the house, I check my phone to find a text from Tracker saying he’d be here in five minutes. Perfect, I can take a quick shower. Once I get out of the shower, I throw on a pair of jeans, leaving them unbuttoned since they’ll be coming off after Rachel and I have a talk.
“I don’t see why you had to be the one to tell me Stoney didn’t want me at the clubhouse. He should have had the balls to tell me himself.” I hear her voice and the pain she’s trying to hide behind the sharp tone. I fucked up with her, and now I have to fix it.
“Maybe you should ask me instead of snapping at your cousin,” I call out from behind her as I lean my shoulder against the wall and cross my arms.
Whipping her head around, I catch the flash of relief in Rachel’s eyes before it turns to anger. “Then tell me why I’m here instead of the clubhouse,” she snaps.
Clearing his throat, Tracker glances between the two of us. “You good, Prez?” he asks with a smirk.
“Yeah, go ahead. You know what to do before crashing. We can unload the rest later, if not tomorrow,” I tell him, only giving him a brief glance. My focus stays on the woman in front of me.
“Alright, Prez.” Tracker nods his head, grinning like a fuckin’ fool.
“You can take me with you, Tracker,” she says as she starts for the door.
“I don’t think so, Doll. You’re here with me. We need to talk, and we’re doing it here and now. That way, when we finish, I can fuck you senseless,” I say sternly, stalking toward her. My words hold her in place as the front door closes behind Tracker.
“You’re a pig,” she mutters.
“Maybe so, but I’m your pig, Doll,” I declare, wanting her to understand what I’m saying.
She doesn’t say anything but instead tries to turn and walk away from me. Reaching out, I snag her by the waist, swinging her around until she’s in my arms then over my shoulder. She wants to act that way, fine by me. I’ll just have to make her listen.
Chapter Nineteen
Rachel
“Put me down, asshole,” I scream, slapping my hands against Stoney’s ass. Why does this man have to turn me on yet piss me off all at the same time?
Because you’ve been in love with him since you were sixteen.
I screech as Stoney smacks my ass. “Calm your ass down, Doll.” He chuckles as he walks through a door. Next thing I know, I’m sailing through the air, landing on his bed with him climbing over me.
“You have some nerve,” I snap, throwing my fist, planning to punch the jerk in his face. Unfortunately for me, Stoney grips my wrist before I make contact. Grabbing my other wrist, he places them both over my head and doesn’t let go.
“I don’t know what you’re so fuckin’ pissed at me for, but I suggest you get out whatever flew up your ass. Never try to hit me again. I would never lay a hand on you in a harmful way. I expect the same from you,” he growls directly in my face before slamming his mouth on mine.
Stoney’s tongue duels with mine as we both fight for control. Releasing my hands, he moves his down my body to the base of my shirt. In a swift motion, my shirt is lifted and pulled over my head as he breaks the kiss only to put his lips right back against mine.
“Doll, you make me fuckin’ crazy,” he rasps, resting his forehead against mine for a brief moment before peppering kisses along my cheek and down to my jaw, slowly making his way to my nipples. “I should really spank your ass for the stunt you pulled, and I hold the right to do that later. Right now, though, I need to fuck you.”
Words escape me as he descends back down, taking my mouth in an all-consuming kiss. Somehow, Stoney removes both of our pants and with a quick slide of his fingers to make sure I’m ready for him, he sinks all the way in. I scream in pleasure and pain mixed together.
“Fuck, baby, it’s been too damn long for me to be without your pussy. You feel so good clenching around my cock like a fuckin’ vise,” he groans, holding still to give me a moment to adjust to him again.
We’d only done it a couple of times before he’d vanished for almost a month and he’s not a small or even an average size man. Rotating my hips, I moan at the sensations already taking over my body.
“This is goin’ to be quick,” he growls as he lifts my legs up over his shoulders and begins brutally slamming into me. By the time he comes, I’m screaming out his name as he roars mine.
Stilling inside me, Stoney removes my legs from his shoulders and leans down to press his forehead to mine. “Damn, Doll, I fuckin’ missed being inside your pussy,” he breaths.
“You’re still a jerk-faced pig,” I mumble sleepily. Other than that night I slept in his arms, I haven’t slept well. I could fall asleep now and sleep for hours on end.
“At least I’m your jerk-faced pig,” he chuckles, rolling us so that I’m on top of him. His dick twitches inside me, drawing a moan from my lips. “Fuck, Doll, you make me want to fuck you again.” His hands hold my hips in place to keep me from moving.