Claiming Sunshine (13 page)

             
She braced herself on her elbows, on the bed. He reached his hand around her belly and pulled her hips back into him as he ground into her. She could feel how hard he was between both of their pants. He slipped his hand down to her jeans and undid the button. She ground her ass into him, anticipating what was coming. He stepped back and taking a belt loop with each index finger, and slowly pulled down her jeans. “Step outta 'em, Sunshine.” Still bent over, she stepped out of her jeans and kicked them aside.

             
He knelt down behind her. She looked under her arm at him, wondering what he was doing. “Keep your eyes forward and shhhh,” he told her. She smiled and looked forward again. Leaving her panties on, he moved them aside, and just looked at how beautiful she was. Her sweet ass crack parting and revealing her beautiful pussy, already wet and ready for him. “Bend over more and arch your back a bit,” he told her, so he could get better access to her clit. She did as he asked and he used his tongue to slowly glide over her clit and folds. She buried her face in the bedspread and screamed, muffling the sounds. He only did it a few times, then, pulled back, leaving her on the edge.

             
She was so desperate for him at this point she backed her ass towards his face. “I said I wanted hard Babe, you are teasing me.”

             
With that, he slammed two fingers into her. She gasped and remembered that she had to be quiet. She fisted the comforter and bit down on it. He continued, in and out, fucking her with his fingers. “Ok, Sunshine, gonna try something new. You just tell me to stop if it's too much, K?” he told her, as he continued his actions.

             
She whispered, “K” but she was concerned. What could he possibly do to her that he hadn't done already?  Then she felt it. Holy fuck, he was playing with her asshole.

             
Using the lubrication that was already on his index finger, he gently rubbed over her asshole. She tensed up.

             
“Relax honey, I'm gonna go so slow for you with this, and then I'm gonna fuck your pussy so hard.”

             
She tried her best to relax as he continued to rub his finger over her tight little hole. He reached around with his other hand, gently rubbing her already wet clit with his fingers, to distract her from his attempts to enter his finger into her ass.

             
He continued the soft circles around her clit and she was on the edge. Burying her face in the comforter, she moaned.

             
“That's it, come for me, Sunshine,” he said, as he continued the circles on both her clit and her ass, slowly driving her to her release.

             
Just as she reached that critical point, he gently pinched her clit and eased his finger into her ass, keeping it there, gently swirling it back and forth as her entire body convulsed with her orgasm.

             
She was screaming into the bedding. As soon as she was done, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up off the bed.

             
“Now, for hard,” he said, positioning his cock and entering her, hard.

             
“Ahhh, fuck Babe,” she said, rather loudly.

             
He stopped everything and flipped her over. Grabbing her behind the knees, he dragged her ass to the edge of the bed. Placing his hand over her mouth and smiling down at her, he re-entered her, hard, this time muffling her noises with his hand. This turned her on and she let him fuck her hard until he was done.

             
“That was amazing,” she said, as they both laid in their new bed. She was snuggled up under his arm with her head on his chest. “I had no idea the whole ass thing could be good, it always scared me.”

             
“I'm glad you liked it,” he said with his eyes shut, giving her a kiss on the top of the head.

             
They both faded into sleep.

              Scooter woke up the next morning to the sound of Nikki's voice out in the main part of the house. “Now is not a good time for a visit, Judy.” He heard her say. She sounded upset. Who the hell is Judy? He thought. “Well, you do what you have to do, but you are not taking the girls anywhere near him or out of my sight.” There was another pause. “Judy! He threatened us all with a gun! The girls are afraid of him, don't you get that?!” she yelled into the phone, as Scooter made his way down the hall to her.

             
“What the fuck?” He half ass whispered to her.

             
“I gotta go. I suppose I will be seeing you soon.” She tapped the end button on the screen. “I sure miss the old school phones that you could slam to make a point,” she said to him, still not answering his question.

             
“Who the fuck is Judy?” He asked again, getting annoyed?

             
“Grandma,” Nelly's voice sounded, as he came down the hall.

             
“Sam's mom?” he said, looking at Nikki.

             
She nodded. “She wants to come for a visit and take the girls to go see him in jail.”

             
Nelly got in between her and Scooter. “I'm not seeing him Mom,” she said, doing an about face, and headed back towards her room.

             
“I told her no, Nelly. It's not safe for you to see him.” She tried to assure her, as the door slammed.

             
She looked at Scooter. “I need you to stay close if you can. Sam's parents can be very manipulating and I want to keep the girls safe.” She was hoping that he didn't have any club business to attend to for a few days.

             
“Sunshine, you got me.” He pulled her in for a hug and they just stood there.

             
She knew that Sam's mom was somewhat smart about things, but his dad would move the earth for his son, while his mom would stand by and let him. She knew his bail was set at $500,000 and that it was pretty unlikely that Judy and George could come up with the bail money. That set her mind at ease a little.

             
She reflected on how much had changed in a short time. Things were crazy now, more than she could have ever imagined they could get for her. Just a gal from a small town, wanting to be a mom and a wife and now she was claimed by Scooter, the President of The Northwest Knights. The pay off was well worth it all though. She and her girls were protected by a gang of bad ass bikers that would band together in a heartbeat to protect them, and already had.

             
The next day, Judy and George showed up on her porch, knocking on the door. Nikki let them in and introduced them to Scooter. They were all civil with each other. The girls were happy to see them and grateful for the gifts they brought, new bed sets for each of them. A girly pink ruffly one for Jen, and a black and white skull covered one for Nelly. Judy knew her granddaughters well.

             
Scooter took his coffee out on the deck and let them all have their privacy while staying close and within eye shot of them. He was sitting at an angle, so he wasn't looking right in at them, but could catch any movement out of the corner of his eye.

             
He was lost in thought about Meagan and how the hell he was going to handle that situation. His sweet girl, in bed with one of his own. What the fuck. He needed to take the whole thing to John and Drifter, and get their take on it. He was trying to look at it from a logical point of view. When he was almost 18, he had already had his junk in so many girls, he had lost count. That's what happens when you are a boy, raised by a father that is just as proud as fuck that you are getting some. He started when he was 14 and his dad paid a hooker, a nice young one, to pop him and he was hooked. But this was his baby girl, and she didn't need to be fuckin' around with a fuckin' biker. She needed to go to college and find a great guy that will live a normal life, and love her and take care of her.

             
He was snapped out of his thoughts when some commotion caught his eye. Nikki was throwing her hands in the air and yelling at George. Scooter quickly entered the house through the sliding door. “What is going on?” he asked, looking at Nikki, tears welling up in her eyes.

             
He looked over at the girls, both sitting with their new comforters, on the couch, crying.

             
“What the fuck?” he yelled at George and Judy.

             
“We all need to calm down,” Judy said. “We just want to take the girls for some breakfast,” she said as she stood, and slung her purse over her shoulder.

             
Nikki piped up. “I don't want them out of my sight. I'm afraid you will take them to Sam.”

             
“Enough of this bickering!” George said standing, facing Scooter and Nikki. “I don't know what you think you are doing here with my daughter- in-law and granddaughters but this is between us, so you can leave.”

             
Scooter stood his ground. “I'm here because Nikki has asked me to be here and until she asks me to leave, I will be right here.”

             
“He is staying and it is time for you two to leave.” She walked to the door and opened it. “Have a nice day.”

             
They both left. The girls were still crying. “I thought they were going to take us to see dad and I was so scared mom,” Jen said, as she stuffed her comforter set back in its bag.

             
“I'm gonna keep you all safe,” Scooter assured all of them. “If I have to leave, I will have one of the guys come watch you.”

             
It was Saturday and other than Sam's parents making things uneasy they all went about their day. It was a lazy day, but Scooter needed to address the situation with Meagan soon, so he made a few phone calls to John and Drifter. They all agreed to have a dinner meeting at Nikki's so he could stay close. He told Nikki that he and the boys would need some time to talk without the kids or the women and she assured him they could have the patio after dinner and she would entertain.

             
“You are turning out to be a good ol' lady,” he told her, as he smacked her on the ass.

             
She cringed and felt accomplished at the same time. “I hate that term.”

             
“Well you better get used to it because you are mine and that means you are an ol' lady, my ol' lady.” He winked at her.

             
It was worth it.

              That night Drifter and Jewl came over bringing a salad and shortly after, John and his wife Jenny came in with a cake and some drinks, their son Jim in tow. They all sat around the house in different areas. The kids were at the table, ladies in the front room with plates on their laps, and the men on the patio, at the table.

             
The kids hit it off. Jim was putting most of his focus on Nelly and Nikki was keeping the two in her sights. Nelly seemed just as interested in Jim.

             
Jewl noticed Nikki watching as she ate her dinner. “Better keep an eye on those two, huh,” she said, laughing.

             
“Yeah, that's the plan,” she said as she headed for the kitchen, asking the kids if they wanted to play a board game.

             
“Yeah, Mom, can we play it my room?” Nelly asked “Please?”

             
“As long as you include your sister and leave the door open,” she answered.

             
“Why leave the door open? I always close my door,” she protested.

             
“Or, you can just play out here,” Nikki said, challenging her back.

             
“Ok,” Nelly said with a huff. They all put their plates in the kitchen and headed down the hall, Jen in tow.

              Scooter told Drifter and John about finding Joe in Meagan's bedroom, and that he didn't know what to do. He was contemplating bootin' Joe out of the club and would be kickin' the shit out of him, at the least.

             
“Well Pres, you know that you can't stop her. She'll be 18 in a few months, so even if you lock her up, she will do what she wants after that,” Drifter reminded him. John nodded in agreement.

             
“Fuck... I know I'm askin' your advice. You two are my best friends and brothers and I am just so fucked up over this, I don't know which way is up. I haven't talked to either of them since it happened. For all I know, the little bastard is still there.” Scooter took a swig of beer, slamming the bottle down, watching it foam and run over.

             
He knew he couldn't think straight when it came to Meagan and he needed his brothers to talk some sense into him. If he did what he wanted, Meagan would be locked up, and Joe strung up. Neither of those things were ok to do, so here he was, asking for help with his kid again. Every time he did this, he questioned his ability to be a single parent. So many times he had gone to his brothers or their ol' ladies for help with her. A man raising a girl was hard, but so worth it for him.