His (Hers #5) (7 page)

“You figure out what you wanna do?” Levi’s voice scares the shit out of me. Creeping into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed. I should have known he would be eavesdropping on me. Listening to my conversations until this shit storm was done and over with. I don’t blame him at all though.

“We are going to wait to see what he does. I want to contact him, but I won’t provoke him, and that is a courtesy to you, Levi.” I want to call him and scream
bring it on motherfucker
into the other line. But what good would that do besides send Levi into cardiac arrest? He is the only reason I haven’t taunted Vince yet. And if I play my cards right, I would own his club by the end of this too. A nice little consolation prize.

“Seven, I think we should contact the police and our lawyer.”

“I don’t think we are there yet, Levi. If we start calling in all these people it’s only going to put the attention on us. And if he is just bluffing, I don’t want to be in that position.” I’m honest with him because I don’t think Vince is stupid enough to make this kind of a step towards us, especially knowing all the resources we have at our disposal. Maybe he was counting on Levi calling the shots in our relationship. But then again, he should know better.

“Levi, if anything happens I’m going to get in contact with Stella Finnegan, that ‘fixer’ that Star brought in a while back when she had some problems with her company. If he makes a move, we will have the best in the business backing us up. But, I don’t think he is going to do anything.” I shrug my shoulders and try and shrug the whole thing off, trying to make him feel better about this all. It’s hard because I know he probably has himself all twisted up inside. Never showing me his lack of mental strength. He never does. He never shows the slightest bit of weakness, even though I know he has it.

“Now why don’t you come rub my feet for me, love?”

“Mmmm right there.” I moan, as Levi’s hands move up my body. Shedding my clothing with every inch he moves. It started with my need for a foot rub. My damn feet have been so swollen, but damn it, these pregnancy hormones have me all over the place. When I was pregnant with Marley we were both so busy. So many of my
needs
went ignored. But this time around, I’m basking in the fact that we have all the time in the world to enjoy my sexual needs. Minus the fact that we have a very busy one year old who now thinks everything on the floor is food.

“Damn, your body is so beautiful.” Levi whispers as he pulls my shirt over my head. I love the way he worships my body, no matter what shape it’s in. The comments, the gestures, the small things I never picked up on until now, when I really had the time to see how much Levi genuinely adores me.

We continue to undress each other in a dance for dominance, one he always tries, but most often loses. Sometimes I can give in to him and let him control things for a night, but tonight isn’t that night. The control coursing through my veins from a day of pure stress continues to feed my need to control him too. It calms me and brings me right back to where I need to be.

“On your back,” I demand, giving him a gentle push. His naked body lays perfectly still waiting for my next instruction. I kneel on the bed, just watching him, contemplating my next move while he takes in the view of me in nothing more than my panties.

I lower my mouth to his already hard cock, and lick up and down its length. It jumps under my touch and I want to laugh, but I hold back, only giving Levi a smile before I take the head in my mouth. I tease him the best way I know how.

“Hands behind your head,” I instruct him and continue to suck his dick exactly how he likes it. It won’t be long until he is begging for more. Pleading with me to allow him release. One hand working his balls while the other strokes up and down on his thick shaft.

His body vibrates as he lets out a long moan, my skin prickles with want but I know I have to stop before he releases in my mouth and my pleasure for the evening is lost. I need my release. I need to calm the beast that has been woken within me and I will use the one thing I am good at in life to do so.

I slowly climb up his body and straddle his waist. We both pause looking each other in the eye. We communicate without any words, silent promises of love and devotion. The words that haven’t been able to be freely spoken because of our mounting stress. No matter what happens in our daily lives, we can always reconnect when the doors to our bedroom close.

I lower myself onto him, his erection slowly making entrance, inch by inch, and it feels like heaven. My head rolls back with pleasure as I let out a quiet moan.

“Can I tell you how much I love it when you ride me?” Levi says. I let out a laugh and am reminded why I am constantly the one on top these days.

“Well, this belly kind of gets in the way of anything else.” I sass him while I slowly begin to move.

“Oh there are plenty of positions we can still get into, Seven.” he winks at me.

“Really Mr. Parker? Is there any you are particularly interested in trying this evening?” Maybe I’m feeling a little frisky. Or maybe I’m just sick of the same shit night after night because I’m worried about taking it too far.

“I was thinking… maybe you could bend over for me?” he doesn’t need to ask me more than once because anything would be better than this. Don’t get me wrong, sex with Levi is just as amazing as it was the first night we had together. But, I guess what they say about parenthood ruining everything is kind of true.

I slowly rise from the bed, and when I say slowly… I really mean slowly because I can’t move worth a shit anymore. “I can’t wait to have my damn body back already.” I grumble under my breath. I hear Levi try not to laugh from behind me. I’m sure he can’t wait for the same because there is nothing sexy about my current condition.

“You look beautiful, Seven. There is nothing more sexy than watching you grow our child,” His hands graze my stomach as he drops to his knees and showers my belly with kisses. His mouth steadily trails kisses down my thighs before he gently spreads my leg and licks his way to my waiting cunt.

I need this. I need it so damn bad. My body craves him in a way I’ve never felt before. Even when I was pregnant with Marley. It is all just so foreign to me.

His tongue licks my clit and I am so damn lost in the pleasure. Moans escape from my lips as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I focus on the pleasure and it isn’t long until I feel my orgasm starting. It is the first in so long and I just ride the waves of pleasure.

“Oh yeah baby. Right there, Levi!” and boy is that man good at instructions. He doesn’t change pace or stop what he is doing. He is after that prize because he knows when I get off he will get off too. It is his reward for being such a good boy for me.

As I come to a climax, I scream all kinds of shit, mixed with moans and downright carnal sounds. I’m sure if anyone was listening, they would either laugh or run for their lives at this point. Once I recover, I look down at the smiling face of my husband perched between my tattooed thighs.

“Your so good at that.” I laugh as I rise from the bed and bend over for his reward. “Now because you were a good boy, you get rewarded. But, make sure you rub my clit so I can get off again.” I wink at him and take my position.

***

“Seven James-Parker” I say into my work line as I sit at my desk in sweat pants and my fuzzy slippers kicked up on my desk. The worn black “Best Tattooed Mom” t-shirt stretched tightly across my belly.

“Ms. James-Parker, Howard Richardson here.” My feet slip from the desk onto the floor and I sit up straight in the chair when I hear my lawyer on the other end of the phone. Nothing good ever comes when he calls.

“Howard,” I reply in professional greeting.

“I’m afraid I don’t have good news. The cease and desist letter we sent to Vincent Abate was signed for on Monday but we haven’t had any kind of contact with him. It’s Friday and we’re all sitting ducks. Are you still sure you don’t want to bait him with money like Mr. Parker wanted to do?” You would think my lawyer would be smarter than to even ask me this.

“Are you serious, Howard? You actually think I would give this guy money? What am I paying you for?” Clearly plan A didn’t work so now I’m on to plan B. “Forget it, I’m going to put in a call to Stella Finnegan and I will have her get in touch with you. The two of you together can handle this because I can guarantee you the next twenty four hours is going to be a shit storm.” I hang the phone up and immediately dial Levi to warn him.

He answers on the first ring. He always does.

“No word from Vince. Richardson just called me with absolutely nothing. I’m going to call that Stella Finnegan and get her on this. But Levi… just trust me okay?” the other end of the line is quiet and I know that isn’t good when it comes to my husband. Bad shit happens when he doesn’t let it all out.

“Seven, you better be right about all of this. I swear to God.” He says before hanging up on me. Something I seriously hate.

This could go one of two ways. Really fucking good or really fucking bad. But the one thing I know is that I will have control of the entire situation from behind my desk. Calling orders from my ivory tower without getting my own hands dirty.

Levi

Present

“You aren’t going to believe this shit.” I say across the table looking at Ryker. Out of everyone in the town, I’ve slowly built the most unusual friendships with a handful of Chrome’s bikers. Sometimes it’s just nice to get away from the stuffy suits. Hell, who am I kidding? It’s nice to have some guy friends when I’m usually surrounded by an ocean of estrogen.

“With your wife, I will probably believe it.” He laughs as he puts his coffee down on the worn diner table. “Dude, I don’t know how you deal with that bitch sometimes.” I should be offended, but Seven hasn’t gotten the reputation she has without earning it.

“Okay, so maybe you will believe it.” I let out a laugh and continue to vent. “Not many people know how we met.”

Ryker cuts me off. “Everyone knows how you two met. Star can’t keep her mouth shut about shit. She told her sisters who, in turn, ran their mouths. It’s pretty common knowledge around Woodstock that you two are kinky fucks.”

I guess I opened myself up to that one. Not that I really mind.

“Ok. Ok.” I say, putting my hands up in my defense. “Well, way back when, we had a threesome with this douchebag that owned the kink club we were members of. She was trying to scare me off or some shit, but it didn’t work. Hell, it only made me want her more. Anyway, this dude is trying to extort money out of us now. It’s common knowledge to the media that Seven isn’t wrapped too tight and he’s trying to use that to his advantage because he ran that shithole of a club into the ground.”

Ryker just sits across the table listening to my rant, and occasionally rolling his eyes at the story.

“Let me guess…Seven wants to fight the guy and you want to pay him.”

Am I that fuckin’ transparent? Jesus!

“Basically. I just want it all to go away. I don’t want her to go through anymore fuckin’ bullshit. She’s been through enough. Hell, we’ve all been through enough.”

“Don’t blame you dude. After that shit when she went all crazy train, I wouldn’t want to deal with that all over again. No one would. I’m surprised you stuck it out. I would have bounced.” Of course he would have. Most men would have, now that I think about it. It’s just different with us. I couldn’t leave her when she needed me most and there is no way I would ever walk out on my daughter. Ever.

“Seriously Ryker. Don’t be a douche. If that was Journey, you would have stuck around like the lost puppy dog you are. Don’t try and play the big bad biker role. I can see through it.”

Ana the petite waitress interrupts us with our breakfast order. This week her hair is pink, last week it was purple. She reminds me so much of Star and Seven, I am almost surprised she isn’t related to them in some way, considering most people in this town are. Ryker and I dig in to our omelets and the conversation comes to a halt.

“Journey is just… she’s a good time for me.” Ryker says after a couple minutes of silence at our table. He shrugs his shoulders and tries to convince himself that what he is saying is actually true.