Fuck, yes.
Moving my hands from the counter, I place them at her hips, yank up the long skirt of her dress and lift her to sit on the counter. I step between her legs, remove one of my hands from her waist, and undo my jeans just enough to release my hard and throbbing cock.
She mewls lightly, and I groan against her mouth. I slide my hands up her thigh, aiming to tug on her panties. Only, she’s not wearing any. What a sinful little devil. My sinful sweetheart.
Fern is absolutely made for me.
Wrapping a hand around my cock, I sink into her slowly. At first, I give Fern a chance to adjust to my size. Once I’m finally seated fully inside her tight body, I break the kiss, wanting nothing more than to see her beautiful face. More than anything else, I crave to see it when I make her come. I want to watch her eyes roll back and bliss rush through every limb of her body.
“Runes.” Damn, I love the sound of her breathy voice. Settling inside her, I thrust deep with each calculated movement, savoring the hitches I earn with each one. All too soon, I have her coming around my cock. Her walls clench around my cock tighter than I thought possible. I groan and recapture her mouth as her pussy pulses around me, demanding my release.
Slowing to a stop, I pull away from her mouth and meet her gaze the moment she opens her eyes. “That, sweetie, was worth waitin’ every damn minute.”
Fern smiles brightly and her smile goes straight to my cock, making me stiffen all over again.
“Do you really want me to invite my brothers over for dinner tonight?” I ask, hoping she’ll say no.
Before Fern gets the chance to answer, the sound of Tor’s car pulling into the driveway reaches my ears.
Damn. I was hoping I could have a little more alone time with Fern. Tor went out with some friends he met the other day when he was looking for a part-time job. He found one at a garage that took him on. Probably hired him since it’s one of the few businesses we’re interested in. It’s great for me. I can have my kid nearby whenever we take over, which will probably be soon.
Grinning at Fern, I pull from her wet stealth. “I’ll make up for it tonight. Promise.”
Fern smiles, and I help her off the counter. Her dress slips back into place while I slide my semi-hard cock into its confinements.
“I’m holding you to that, Runes.” She smirks lightly, and excitement dances across her eyes.
As much as I love hearing her call me Runes, I wonder what it’ll be like to have her call me by my actual name, Erik. Stepping into her space once more, I slide a hand over her side, up until I cup the side of her face. “Tonight, I wanna hear you screaming my name. I’m not talkin’ about my road name either. I wanna hear you calling me by my real name,” I inform her, without telling her anything else.
Fern’s mouth shifts into an ‘o’, but she doesn’t say a word in response because the front door creaking signals Tor’s inside.
“Fern, Dad, I’m home. What’s for dinner?”
I love the kid, but sometimes his timing sucks.
“I better get dinner finished,” Fern mutters, turning around to get back to what she was doing.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you do that. I’ll call the boys and tell them to come over,” I grumble, place one last kiss on her lips and leave her to it.
While Fern cooked and got everything ready, I called my brothers. I had some spare time, so I called up my lawyer so we could chat about the custody case. Thankfully, she was able to pull some strings and get the case put in front of a judge sooner than I expected.
We’re set to go in front of the judge in two weeks. It was the soonest she could get, which is fine with me. The moment court’s over with, I’m making sure Hillary disappears.
Shit, even Fern told me her true feelings the other day after Tor talked to her. She didn’t go into details, but the look on her face told me everything I needed to know. That, and the fact Fern reiterated Hillary needed to die. I, for one, was surprised by how easily Tor opened up to Fern. Then again, she has that personality where you just wanna talk to her about anything and everything. Or maybe she has a way with us Pearson men.
By the time Fern’s pulling everything out and placing it on the counter with plates, the pipes of my brothers’ bikes can be heard coming down the road.
“Dinner’s ready,” she announces as she steps into the doorway
“Thank goodness, it smells so good,” Tor declares enthusiastically. The kid is always hungry.
Fern laughs and hands Tor his plate. “I made two different kinds of chicken. Fried and rotisserie. I remember you said the other day how much you love fried chicken.” And there it is, again, she’s giving us another reason for Tor and me to care about her even more. She’s flawlessly thoughtful. I swear Fern has the purest heart, and anyone who’s ever met her can say the same thing.
The door opens as Tor takes the plate. “Thanks, Fern. You’re the best.”
“Where’s the food?” Logi demands, pushing his way into the house behind Rati, Dag, Kraken, and Fenrir.
I meet Fenrir’s gaze while shaking my head at Logi’s outburst. “Where’s Charm and the kids?”
“Charm took them to some movie they wanted to go see. I love them, but there’s no way in fuck I’m sitting in a theatre watching some cartoon movie about singing animals,” Fenrir grunts.
“Oh, come on, you know you want to watch those animals with Astrid,” Fern teases.
“Like I said, love my little girl, but fuck that shit. At least I can drink a few beers on my couch. Makes them a little better.” Fenrir grins, and I stifle a chortle.
“Whatever.” Fern waves her hand nonchalantly. “Food’s ready, come eat.”
My brothers all dive in. Fenrir and Kraken go for the fried chicken while the rest of us go for the rotisserie. During dinner, we all laugh and joke around. Times like these are what remind me of why we’re all part of the Raiders of Valhalla MC.
And it’s a damn good feeling.
Hours after dinner, we’re all sitting outside in the backyard, relaxing, enjoying ice-cold beers and Fern’s having a raspberry wine cooler when it happens. All hell breaks loose.
All night I’ve been thinking of ways to make my brothers leave without embarrassing Fern. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t care who heard her crying out as her orgasm rips through her body. But with Fern, I want those sounds for myself. They’re not for other people to hear. They’re private, just between the two of us.
My stomach starts hurting, and Logi’s already occupying the bathroom. A wave of nausea shoots through me, and I have no choice but to jump out of my seat and rush to the side of the house before it hits me.
I puke, bringing everything up I ate earlier.
What the fuck?
“Oh shit. Not this again,” Fenrir mutters.
“What?” Fern gasps.
“Charm better not have fuckin’ cooked any of this food,” Dag yells, partially groaning from somewhere else in the yard.
“Of course, she didn’t. I haven’t seen Charm at all today,” Fern snaps, obviously getting upset.
“Fuck,” I groan. Wiping my arm against my mouth, I stand straight. I turn to look at Fern and see her worried eyes lock on me. “What the hell did you put in that chicken? Did someone piss you off? Is that why you wanted to invite the brothers over? Did Charm put you up to this?” I ask with a frustrated tone.