Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,103
my body and I begin to get comfy against Brandon’s back. I lean my head on him and watch the trees and road blur past us. We start to slow when we reach fields and large park.
He parks the bike under a huge tree and we slowly get off. My legs shake a little and he holds my hand to steady me. He whips off his helmet, and I’m amazed at how free and happy he looks.
I remove my own and shake my hair, Brandon’s eyes glaze over. “What?” I ask.
“You look so fucking hot.” He growls and pulls me to him.
“I loved the ride.” I sigh as he kisses my neck.
He quickly takes the helmet from my hands and places them on the soft grass.
“I need you.” He groans.
“Here?” I gasp.
Brandon returns to kissing me, giving me my answer. My man wants some sex outdoors, I can’t deny him that!
His hands tangle in my shirt and then reach my hair, pulling and thrusting against me. Brandon unbuttons my jeans and slips his hands inside, rubbing my most sensitive area. I’m instantly wet and needing more.
“Turn around.” Brandon orders and I do so quickly.
When I’m facing his bike, he tugs my jeans and thong down to my knees and the fresh air hits my wet pussy. It’s sends a chill through me. Brandon crouches down behind me, grabbing my ass cheeks and groaning.
“I fucking love your ass.” He squeezes my cheeks and then leaves me with a sharp, stinging slap.
It makes me moan and I poke my ass out for more. Brandon seems to like this as he rubs his jean covered cock against me.
His cock isn’t covered for long, as he rips them down and bends me over his bike. I worry about the stability, but as soon as he nudges my legs open the furthest they can with my jeans limiting me and rubs the head of his cock against me, I no longer worry. All I need is Brandon inside of me.
This isn’t love making, this is pure and hard fucking. I moan as quietly as possible because we could be caught at any time, but that’s hard when Brandon is fucking me gloriously. I can’t keep it in and it’s not long before both us climax. We laugh together as we dress.
After our amazing bike sex, he hops back on the bike and drives again, but this time Brandon parks up in front of a lovely house. It stands on its own with a decent amount of land surrounding it. Private fencing secures it and I itch to look inside.
“Who lives here?” I ask in wonder. It’s beautiful!
“It’s mine.” Brandon laughs and I’m in shock.
“Yours?” I gasp.
“Yeah, why are you so shocked?” He asks with a knowing smirk.
“Brandon, this house looks amazing!” I smile and look around us. There are fields and private dirt roads all around, it’s quiet and perfect.
“I designed it,” he admits. “With help from my mum of course.”
“What?” I ask, completely shocked.
Brandon looks around us. “This is my family’s land. It’s been in our family for generations. My parents’ house is the original building, but my dad decided we should build our own houses here too.”
“That’s amazing.” It truly is, and if you get along with your family then this is perfect.
“Come on.” Brandon takes hold of my hand and leads me inside. He rolls in on his bike and secures the gates behind us, leaving me practically jumping up and down like a happy and impatient child waiting to go and see his house.
When he leads me inside I’m in awe. It feels like a large cabin with all the wood, but it’s so modern, in a cosy way. It’s big, bigger than I was expecting but it’s no mansion. Not that I was hoping for one, the house is perfect and completely Brandon. However, there are absolutely no decorations or furnishings in here. It’s so spacious and bright, I have visions forming in my head already. Not that I would tell him because that would be rude of me to presume I would be joining him here. Even though I am dying to!
“This is impressive, the club must pay well.” I joke as I am guided around the house. The kitchen is amazing and sparkly with a huge breakfast bar. It has a large living room and dining area with patio doors leading out onto the decking area and back garden.
Brandon begins to lead me upstairs. “The club and I have my hands in a few investments.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. Brandon doesn’t seem like the investment type of guy.
“My mum and Drew made me and my brothers do it.” He laughs.
“That makes sense.” I tease him.
Brandon shows me three empty rooms upstairs, a large bathroom and the master bedroom with its own private bathroom.
“Brandon, this house is gorgeous.” I tell him. “But you seriously need to get some decorating done. You’re neglecting this beautiful house.”
Apart from the kitchen appliances, the only piece of furniture in this house is the large double bed in the master bedroom. He hasn’t even got a sofa for crying out loud!
“Your bedroom at the club looks more like a home than this house!” I complain.
“I will always have my room at the club, it’s there for me whenever there’s a late party or business.” He simply replies.
“I’d like you to decorate it for me.” He springs on me.
“What?” I panic. I’m not a natural designer. My sister Maisy is perfect with this sort of thing. Maybe I can call on her for help?
“I want you to move here with me, and decorate it however you want.” He holds me close and kisses me. “I trust you.”
“What if you don’t like what I do?” I worry. “This is your house.”
“This is your house too, you’re my Old Lady now and you will live here with me.” He points out and I can’t help but feel emotional about all this. “Of course that’s if you do a good job.”
I slap him away. “Fuck off.”
He laughs and guides me to the bed. “I love it when you’re nasty.”
I laugh as he falls on top of me and we make love in our new house. I really fucking love this house!
Epilogue
“Oh my god Lauren, this house is amazing!” Natasha praises when I show her my hard work.
Turns out, my sister still hasn’t forgiven me, not that I blame her and couldn’t help me. Instead, I chose what I liked and what I thought Brandon could cope with and went at it all on my own. Brandon helped with the jobs I couldn’t complete by myself and it quickly turned from a beautiful empty shell into a gorgeous home.
“Are you sure Brandon’s ok with me staying here?” She asks when I show her the spare room she would be staying in.
“Of course!” I answer. “Even if he didn’t, you would still be staying here.”
It’s true, Natasha really helped me out when I first arrived at The Devil’s and I want to help her now. I don’t like the idea of her staying at the clubhouse.
“Thanks.” She laughs. “As soon as I get on my feet I’ll be out.”
“That’s not necessary.” Brandon appears at the top of the stairs. “You stay with us as long as you need to.”
I see tears in Natasha’s eyes as she nods. “Thank you.”
Just like I have, Natasha has changed a lot. The stories that she’s told me are familiar to mine and the girl I see before me isn’t the one she’s described to me.
“This is your home.” He grabs her in a hug, and seeing that, I start to tear up.
“I better get unpacked.” She rushes away into her nearly decorated room.
I love that room. It’s really pink and girly.
“You decorated that room especially for Natasha, didn’t you?” Brandon smirks.
“Maybe.” I giggle as he grabs me and backs me away into our room.
“Turn your music on, Tash!” Brandon shouts. “It’s about to get loud in here!”
I shriek in laughter as he tackles me to the bed and hear Natasha complaining. Soon enough Rihanna is singing loudly and Brandon smiles down at me. “I love you woman, now give me those lips.”
Sitting in that shit stinking room, I never would have thought we would be here now. That in itself is enough to celebrate, but today we have more. We’re a family.
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I watch Lauren and Natasha as they laugh and giggle outside. I have to get them back, they are my property!
“Why can’t we just grab them now?” The idiot beside me asks.
“We can’t just jump in there.” I growl.
“Can’t you see the King's members surrounding this place?” My brother asks him.
“I’m just sick of waiting.” He sulks.
“Don’t worry.” I assure him. “I have a way in.”
I smirk as I watch the girls laughing. Don’t worry girls, you will be back home soon enough.
To Be Continued..