The Death Lords, Volumes 1-3: His Wild Desire, Her Secret Pleasure, Their Private Need by Ella Goode
Authors: Ella Goode
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“Chels and I have something to tell you,” I start.
“About goddamned time,” he mutters and pulls out a chair. “I’m getting tired of spending my nights at the club so you guys can continue your charade of not fucking every spare minute.” He drops down and starts forking pancakes onto his plate. Neither of us move until he kicks out the chair opposite from him. I take the spatula from Chelsea and push her toward the chair. Dad smirks as she settles in, a little shell-shocked. “I might be forty-two but I still know when people are having sex.”
“You’re not mad?” she says softly.
“That you’re going to be Wrecker’s old lady?”
She nods slightly.
“I was mad that you felt like you had to keep it a secret but I figured, given the hell your mom put you through when you were a kid, you felt like you had reason to be cautious.”
“Sorry,” she says. Her lower lip is trembling and Dad throws me a look of panic. He can’t stand to see her cry. Me neither, although I think I have a little more backbone when it comes to Chels than he does.
“At least it ain’t drugs,” I say cheerfully and turn the pancakes.
•••
The welcome home party goes off without a hitch. Dad was right to have it catered. Chelsea isn’t running around the club making sure that everyone has enough food. Instead she’s sitting on my lap inside near the fireplace.
When we first walked in with her wearing my cut, there was a lot of silence and some shocked faces. But Judge came up and kissed Chels on the crown and slapped me on the back showing his seal of approval. Anyone who had objections after that knew better than to voice them. At least here inside the club, no censure would be thrown her way.
We ate, joked around and I kept my hands off her as best I could so she could settle in. Oh, there were times I’d squeeze her neck or slap her juicy ass or kiss her temple but for the most part, I felt like I was doing a good job of not attacking her. But as the night wore on and people were pairing off, I dragged her over to one of the sofas and sat her down on my lap.
Chelsea didn’t protest much. I knew she got off on watching and there was plenty to get her wet and squirmy tonight. Some guests were partaking of local women. A few guys were timing each other to see who could lick their girls to orgasm the fastest. The current winner looked to be our secretary, Pretty Boy, and some chick I didn’t know. She might have been an out-of-towner.
“Judge needs an old lady,” she says. Her attention isn’t fixed on the floor show but beyond where Helen and another old lady were arguing about something. Chels is right. The club needs an old lady who can corral all the other women so that Chels isn’t handling stuff she doesn’t feel comfortable with, like doling out the petty cash and telling women twice her age what to do.
“I don’t want to talk about Judge,” I say low. She shifts and presses her ass against my already hard cock. “I want to know if I slid my hand up this criminally short skirt whether you’d be wet.”
It’s an invitation and I hold my breath as she considers it. She told me no public sex and I’m down with that but we could definitely mess around.
“You might have to find out for yourself,” she answers. I lift her up and carry her into a dark corner of the granary where she can still see the action but where few could see her.
I sit her between my legs and run my hand up her thighs. The moisture I find painting the tops of her inner thighs makes my mouth water. I’ll finger fuck her until she comes and then we’re finding a room upstairs where I can eat her out until she’s clawing at my shoulders and screaming my name.
“This remind you of something?” I whisper. “Like that first time out at Thomas Eddy’s place. He was fucking his girlfriend and you were so turned on, I thought you’d explode before I touched you.”
She squirms against me, getting aroused by the
“Chels and I have something to tell you,” I start.
“About goddamned time,” he mutters and pulls out a chair. “I’m getting tired of spending my nights at the club so you guys can continue your charade of not fucking every spare minute.” He drops down and starts forking pancakes onto his plate. Neither of us move until he kicks out the chair opposite from him. I take the spatula from Chelsea and push her toward the chair. Dad smirks as she settles in, a little shell-shocked. “I might be forty-two but I still know when people are having sex.”
“You’re not mad?” she says softly.
“That you’re going to be Wrecker’s old lady?”
She nods slightly.
“I was mad that you felt like you had to keep it a secret but I figured, given the hell your mom put you through when you were a kid, you felt like you had reason to be cautious.”
“Sorry,” she says. Her lower lip is trembling and Dad throws me a look of panic. He can’t stand to see her cry. Me neither, although I think I have a little more backbone when it comes to Chels than he does.
“At least it ain’t drugs,” I say cheerfully and turn the pancakes.
•••
The welcome home party goes off without a hitch. Dad was right to have it catered. Chelsea isn’t running around the club making sure that everyone has enough food. Instead she’s sitting on my lap inside near the fireplace.
When we first walked in with her wearing my cut, there was a lot of silence and some shocked faces. But Judge came up and kissed Chels on the crown and slapped me on the back showing his seal of approval. Anyone who had objections after that knew better than to voice them. At least here inside the club, no censure would be thrown her way.
We ate, joked around and I kept my hands off her as best I could so she could settle in. Oh, there were times I’d squeeze her neck or slap her juicy ass or kiss her temple but for the most part, I felt like I was doing a good job of not attacking her. But as the night wore on and people were pairing off, I dragged her over to one of the sofas and sat her down on my lap.
Chelsea didn’t protest much. I knew she got off on watching and there was plenty to get her wet and squirmy tonight. Some guests were partaking of local women. A few guys were timing each other to see who could lick their girls to orgasm the fastest. The current winner looked to be our secretary, Pretty Boy, and some chick I didn’t know. She might have been an out-of-towner.
“Judge needs an old lady,” she says. Her attention isn’t fixed on the floor show but beyond where Helen and another old lady were arguing about something. Chels is right. The club needs an old lady who can corral all the other women so that Chels isn’t handling stuff she doesn’t feel comfortable with, like doling out the petty cash and telling women twice her age what to do.
“I don’t want to talk about Judge,” I say low. She shifts and presses her ass against my already hard cock. “I want to know if I slid my hand up this criminally short skirt whether you’d be wet.”
It’s an invitation and I hold my breath as she considers it. She told me no public sex and I’m down with that but we could definitely mess around.
“You might have to find out for yourself,” she answers. I lift her up and carry her into a dark corner of the granary where she can still see the action but where few could see her.
I sit her between my legs and run my hand up her thighs. The moisture I find painting the tops of her inner thighs makes my mouth water. I’ll finger fuck her until she comes and then we’re finding a room upstairs where I can eat her out until she’s clawing at my shoulders and screaming my name.
“This remind you of something?” I whisper. “Like that first time out at Thomas Eddy’s place. He was fucking his girlfriend and you were so turned on, I thought you’d explode before I touched you.”
She squirms against me, getting aroused by the
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