Declan: Royal Bastards MC: Flagstaff Chapter (Book 2), page 8
“Bring your kit up here,” are the only words he grunts out in the phone before he goes back to the money. “Keep checking me out like that and we’ll be back in bed.”
My checks flare red but I’m saved from saying anything when there’s a knock on the door a few minutes later and he slides me the key to unlock it from the inside. Not knowing what to expect, I smile when I see Doc.
“Sounds like there’s an emergency,” his words are slightly slurred and I shake my head at the misunderstanding. I’m focused on closing the door when it’s being pushed back and Wolfman enters next.
“Put some clothes on, for fuck’s sake,” he says, laughing at Declan—and I see that his cock has started hardening again. He doesn’t give a damn about being naked while he bundles up the cash in one of the dish towels.
“Get the fuck out of my apartment if you don’t like it,” Declan says, flipping him off on his way to the bathroom. “Doc, Rupert needs new stiches. See to it.”
“Err. Okay. Where is he now?” Doc says, looking around as if he missed a bleeding man in the studio apartment.
“Right here,” I answer, holding up the dinosaur and trying not to laugh.
Unfortunately, Wolfman’s laugh gets me giggling—then we both start laughing harder when Doc starts swearing up a blue streak.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp out when I’m able to talk again; holding Rupert in the air to show him the emergency. “I just asked for a needle and thread to sew up my brother’s dino but Declan called you.”
“Ahh, Justin. We were talking when they brought him in, he’s a fine lad.” Doc seems less upset but I can’t figure out why he suddenly has an Irish brogue. “Fine boyo, he was hungry alright, but I got him an orange.”
Declan is thankfully in boxers when he comes out of the bathroom, but I glare at all of them when he snorts.
“Translation,” Wolfman pipes up, his voice muffled as has the fridge open, grabbing some beers. “Doc gave him the garnishes from behind the bar. Don’t worry though, I found him a jar of peanut butter in the kitchen.”
“Declan!” I call out but think better of it when his body tenses up. Shooting a glance to Doc and Wolfman as I put Rupert down to cross over to Declan as he reaches into his dresser. “Can I see Justin now? Where are we sleeping tonight? I…”
“My Brother’s wake is tonight, Jenna. You’ll sleep in here with me and Justin will be in a room with other kids around his age,” Declan informs me, his voice firm as he wraps his arm around my head and kisses me. “Let me get dressed and I’ll take you to him, but you are attending the wake by my side.”
“I want Justin to stay with me, Declan,” I plead with him, setting my hands on his chest.
“Not unless you want him to watch us fucking,” Declan growls. “He’ll be safe and watched over, Jenna. Consider this an extension of my house.”
By now I know the look that Declan gets when he won’t budge on an idea, so I nod my head in agreement, hoping to get him to change his mind later. He looks me up and down while pulling on his own T and jeans, followed by his cut. “Grab some shoes, heels if you got ‘em.”
“Rupert is repaired,” Doc formally announces from less than twenty feet away and we both turn to where he holds the toy up for inspection.
“Prez?” Ranger briefly knocks on the door and gives me a nod when he sees me.
“What?”
“Everyone’s here. Brass just pulled up with a caravan of strippers.” His grin spreads wider. “Looks like Ink’ll be getting a proper send off.”
“And River, has he checked in?” Declan asks, squeezing the bridge of his nose.
“The cremation took longer than they planned, he’s going to leave first thing in the morning. I sent the prospects for more supplies since it looks like the wake will last a few days now.”
“How is Justin?” I ask before Declan can further question him.
“Kid’s a hoot, when he isn’t biting anyone,” Ranger replies, before looking over at Wolfman. “Come check out the new girls. Throttle’s trying to get them to stay and party but some are saying they’re too tired from being on the road for days.”
“C’mon, Doc,” Wolfman says, pulling Rupert down before dragging his already buzzed friend out of the room.
“Babe, I’ll leave you to visit with your brother for a little bit but when I send someone to bring you downstairs, no arguing. Understand?” Declan explains what he expects very clearly. “When you’re downstairs, you stay by my side. You haven’t been claimed and tonight’s going to get crazy.”
“Claimed?” I ask, not understanding but remembering something Ranger said. “And what did he mean about the ‘caravan of strippers’?”
“I’ll explain about that downstairs. The strippers won’t be touched unless they want to be since they’re employees but there’ll be club sluts and biker bunnies floating around and they’re fair game for my Brothers,” Declan says, keeping me in his arms. “Come on now, I gotta get down there.”
“I need make-up,” I call out, pulling away from him but the most he’ll give me time for is grabbing a pair of ankle booties—I’ve gone for comfort over fashion the past few years so they’re the only, somewhat, stylish footwear I have.
“Cute,” I say, smirking at his back as he leads me down the hall to the second turn. He’s holding my hand in one of his and Rupert in the other.
“Remember…”
“I know, I’ll pretend we’re crazy about each other. Relax, I don’t want Justin upset,” I assure Declan and he grunts, but I see his mouth do that little half smile thing.
Reaching out for the doorknob, he pauses for a second, almost looking confused before pulling his hand back.
“What the…” He stops when he smells his hand before pushing it close to my nose.
“Peanut butter,” I whisper. “Wolfman said he gave Justin some, just not how much.”
I open the door and immediately see Justin, who still has smears of his favorite treat on his face.
“Jenna!” he calls, running across to me. This is not my first rodeo, so I grab his wrists before he can slime me.
“You’re a mess!” I laugh, pointing to the sink in the corner. “Wash, now!”
He pouts, but immediately runs over and Declan follows slowly behind, waiting to wash his own hands. As soon as my brother finishes, he snatches Rupert away and runs back to me.
“I missed you,” Justin whispers as he strangle-hugs me.
“I missed you too,” I say, looking around to see Marcella sitting across the room with an older woman I don’t know. “I want you to meet Declan. We’re going to stay with him for a little while.”
He turns and reaches his hand out to shake Declan’s, just like I taught him.
“Diesel’s taller than you,” Justin immediately says.
“He’s a better catcher also,” Declan replies, referring to his fall from the tree, and Justin starts laughing.
“Jenna would have died if she saw that! It was fun. Then Ranger make me a fort, do you make forts at your house?”
Declan looks amused but he’s wise enough just to let Justin keep talking instead of trying to answer any of his questions.
“I gotta get downstairs,” Declan grunts after a moment, tousling Justin’s hair and kissing my forehead before going to have a word with the women on the couch.
Chapter 9
Jenna
I sit and talk to Justin for a little while, but his eyes keep straying to see what the other kids his age are doing, so I walk over to meet the woman sitting with Marcella.
“I’m glad to see Rupert was returned,” Gemma says, letting me know she’d already gotten some scoop from my brother. By the time another woman comes to relieve Marcella, I’m completely at ease with Gemma and get to see where Justin will be sleeping. “I would have seen to his face, but he wasn’t quite done with the jar when he arrived. We’ll have to be careful in the future since some of the children I care for have allergies.”
Joey arrives to take me downstairs and although I’m nervous, she assures me that I look great.
“Want to know the secret?” Joey stops halfway down the stairs and looks back at me; I nod frantically.
“Don’t take any shit from the women—even if they’re Ol’ Ladies. The men will fall in line when you’ve gained the women’s respect.”
“Even from you?”
“Jenna, I’m a pussycat compared to what you’re walking into.” Joey shakes her head. “Declan is single and the president of this Chapter; there are literally women who have been after him for years, then there are all the new strippers who rolled into town today and want to show off for their new boss.”
“Okay, so no pressure.”
“Decide if you want him, if you do—hold on tight.” With that final advice, she continues down the stairs.
The noise is crazy loud when we enter the bar area, so Joey simply points to where Declan is sitting. Looking over, I see that he’s already watching me and I smile as I walk toward him.
Until the crowd shifts a little and I see the half-naked woman sitting next to him.
Declan
I came down to find a couple hundred people packing the bar and overflowing outside. Every club member is here, plus those who were devoted to Ink’s tattoos.
The new strippers figured out it was in their best interest to attend tonight’s function, so after a quick run to the apartments that Diesel was holding for them—they came back, all dressed up. They seem pretty close knit, except for one of them, who’s practically hiding in the corner.
Going to greet Brass, I catch up with him a bit before waving Wolfman over—they haven’t met and both share a fondness for medieval torture devices.
My eyes have barely strayed from the entrance since I sat down, even after one of the newer sweetbutts sat in the chair next to me and opened her top. No amount of ignoring her is doing the trick, but as twisted as it is, I want to see Jenna’s reaction.
We fit pretty fucking spectacularly earlier, but we’ll go exactly nowhere if she can’t deal with the bitches around here.
I pull out a cigar to hide my smile; I can’t prevent it when I finally catch sight of her, it happens every time. Now, I wait for her reaction when she sees the sweetbutt.
To hide the smile I can’t help when I finally see her, I pull out a cigar. Now, I wait until she sees the sweetbutt. Jenna stops mid-step but is more than graceful when someone plows into her and she continues forward.
“You’re in my seat,” Jenna tells the bitch next to me. I look up at her, through the plume of smoke I exhale and bristle when the woman laughs at her.
“I checked. This seat is all mine for the taking,” comes the retort as she pulls on her own nipple ring. “Move it along, little girl.”
Jenna raises one of her eyebrows before looking at me and I flick some ash away waiting to see what she’ll do.
“That’s not the seat I want, anyway,” she says before sitting on my lap with her back to the sweetbutt and leaning up to my ear. “Enjoying the show?”
Wrapping my arms around her, I get Jenna repositioned more comfortably.
“What do you want to drink?”
“Sauvignon Blanc,” she says without blinking an eye.
“Are you fucking with me?”
“I don’t really like beer that much.”
“Radio!” I call out to one of our prospects before reaching into my pocket for a couple bills. “Get your ass down the road for some Sauvignon Blanc, not the cheap stuff either.”
“I could drink whiskey,” she relents but I know we’ll be up all night and I don’t want her getting sick.
“Naw, don’t want to go easy on Radio when he’s so close to getting his patch.” I wink at her.
“Are these all Royal Bastards?” she asks, and I’m pleased at the interest she’s showing.
With the exception of when men come over to talk to me, I spend the evening, discreetly, telling her who everyone is and their relation to the MC. And I even tell her why we have new strippers.
Her eyes seem to drift between me and the dance floor when I talk, so I nip that in the bud.
“I do not dance. Ever.” I tell her flat out.
“Everyone dances, Declan.” She smiles patiently at me. “You know, when you hear a song you like and you can feel it through your body? Maybe you’ll dance with me someday.”
“Darling, not even you could make me look good up there,” I say, waving my cigar over my shoulder to the dance floor; luckily, I’m saved from further comment when Axel and Joey come join us for a bit.
When I realize Jenna’s halfway through the second bottle of wine, I decide to move our party upstairs—and get to celebrating Ink’s life the way he would want everyone to.
Naked.
“Declan, you have to use a condom this time and I need to get a morning after pill,” Jenna says, evading my attempts to kiss her senseless when I get her into my room.
“Uh-huh,” I grunt, throwing the lock on the door and stashing the key as I watch her continue to my bed.
I’ve been wondering how this was going to play all night. If she’d play the victim card or give into what I know she wants as much as I do. Instead she just slips her shorts down before crawling into bed and I pretend not to notice how big her eyes get when I open my middle dresser drawer.
In the mirror, I can she her leaning forward, watching to see what I’ll pick.
“Ugh, my hair smells like your cigar. I’m going to shower again,” she says, unknowingly giving me time to set some things set up.
When Jenna rejoins me, she only has her hair wrapped in a towel and I’m pleased that she doesn’t try to hide her body from me.
“What did you pick?” she asks quietly.
“One way to find out…” I reach my hand out and once her hand touches my rough palm, it’s game on.
I wait to slide the blindfold over her eyes until after I’ve attached the cuffs to her wrists, enjoying that she’s secured to my bed with no choice but to trust me.
As the party rages downstairs, I set about finding every last one of her erogenous zones, all while edging her. By the time I slide my wrapped dick into Jenna’s pussy, I know her body as well as I know my own.
It only takes a handful of thrusts for Jenna to come, and by the time my release hits, Jenna’s body is full-on shaking from a seemingly constant string of orgasms.
I roll us over but holding her against me doesn’t seem to be enough. Sitting up, I cradle Jenna on my lap, rocking her back and forth.
“What did you do to me?” She sounds exhausted when she finally says something and I jump at the sound of her voice, having thought she’d fallen asleep.
“I made sure you know who you belong to,” I tell her.
“Are you done with me now?” Jenna turns into my body, holding me tight as if I’d force her to leave.
“Not by a long shot, but you need some rest.”
Stretching out, I roll half on top of her body, stroking her gently until her breathing deepens. “Hell, I need some rest after that.”
*
The next few weeks are exhausting.
Our Chapter goes out to give Ink his last ride, I have Diesel working his ass off trying to figure out where Clive got to, and then there’s this six-year-old monster that’s moved into my life.
Oh, the kid is quiet enough at first, and why shouldn’t he be after I took them to the local superstore and loaded up on items they needed. It starts with little tantrums, then the messes left everywhere, and on-and-on with his attitude. If Jenna wasn’t amazing, I’d have packed them up and paid her the ten thousand to get him out of this state, I think—often.
“So, I am your prisoner!” Jenna walks into my office without knocking; no matter how many times I’ve told her I expect people to do so.
Letting out a sigh, I turn away from the plans the contractor sent over and face her.
“I like that color on you,” I say, checking out how nicely the dress I bought her the other day hugs her curves. “It brings out the temper in you.”
“I can’t believe you told Axel to tell Joey I wouldn’t be going out with the girls tonight and you couldn’t be bothered to tell me.”
“Your tits really pop out when your shoulders get so tense; maybe I should piss you off more often?”
“Declan!” Jenna comes closer to me and I stand, ignoring her shriek as I lift her up and move to sit on the couch with her on my lap. “No! No kissing right now.”
“But you like it when I kiss you,” I whisper as I move my lips against her throat. “I want to take you and Justin out, Jenna. This weekend will be nuts at The Office and I still have shit going on here, so you won’t see much of me.”
“You… Why? I know he’s driving you nuts, Declan,” she says in a calmer voice.
“Because he’s driving me nuts, Jenna. I like having you around, ergo, I have to find a way to make things work with him. I am working under the assumption he didn’t act this way before you two came to live with me…” I try that fib out, raising an eyebrow at her and she cracks a smile.
“Before you kidnapped us, you mean?”
“Let’s call it ‘reclaiming lost property’.”
“Me or the money?” Jenna’s eyes have narrowed again.
“Both. You did steal from me, correct?” I ask, nipping her earlobe. “And I’m fairly certain you never finished that lap dance at your audition.”
“Hmmm, didn’t I?” She moans, her hand tugging my shirt out of my jeans. “Would you have hired me?”
“Fuck no. But I got you now, Jenna.” I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her deeply; hoping to stop us from moving on to our other hot topic.
Jenna wants to find a job but I’m not letting her. I want her with me as much as possible, so I leave money in her purse every day and continue to get frustrated that she’ll only use it for Justin, groceries, or gas. Every night, she puts the leftover money and any receipt she has on top of my dresser.
“You’re poking me,” she says, breaking our kiss and looking down to the obvious outline of my cock through my jeans.
