I write mostly Chris/Chris characters with the occasional Sebastian/Sebastian Character in there. I am a FIRM believer in the HEA so most of the endings are this way. Doesn't mean i don't love the angst I'm just frustrated that we almost get there and then don't so I make my works happy (for the most part.) Most of my works can be located in Wattpad but I have been slowly spreading all my shenanigans here. I'll update this as i can.
Oh yeah, before i forget, i do take requests or ideas. I do also do fluff not just smut. And i have a few new shots coming as well as a series. I've put that in my coming soon section.
Also. This is an 18+ blog. I’m told I needed to add this. Children begone with you!
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Enough sap. The list below:
Chris/Chris Character One Shots
Just Lucky I Guess - Nick Vaughn
Falling... - Chris Evans
See - Chris Evans
Attitude - Steve Rogers
In Love With The Loser - Jake Jensen
Premiers, Puppies and Partners - Chris Evans
Where is Home - Chris Evans
Memory - Steve Rogers
Spy vs Spy - Lloyd Hansen
Caution/Brave - Andy Barber Part One Part Two
A Last Minute Mission ~ Steve Rogers
Unfaithful ~ Ari Levinson
Under the Hood ~ Dark! Steve Rogers
You Belong With Me ~ Johnny Storm
A Second Chance - Andy Barber
Dirty Little Secret ~ Jeremy Swayman/Curtis Everett
Formula - Jack O'Malley
Whiskey, Lie, Coffee and Fries - Frank Adler
You Make Me Feel Like Christmas - Steve Rogers
Christmas Wishes - Chris Evans
Sebastian/Sebastian Characters One Shots
The Best Thing to Ever Happen - Lee Bodecker
Twice - Nick Fowler
Still Need You - Bucky Barnes
It Was Always You - Sebastian Stan
Evanstan - One Shots
Nuggets
Can I... - Chris Evans
Can I Count on Your Vote?- Chris Evans
Can I Count on Your Love? - Chris Evans
Can I Count on Forever? - Chris Evans
Irregular Love - Stucky X Reader
Part 1 - Steve
Part 2 - Bucky
Part 3 - Doll
All Grown Up - Ransom Drysdale
All Grown Up
Choose Your Words Carefully
Love Lessons - Sebastian Stan x Reader x Chris Evans
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Love to Hate You ~ A Chris Evans Story ~ Completed
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Sideline Love ~ Completed
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Following Team Orders (Formula One x Steve Rogers AU) - Completed
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One shot: he’s a Yankee Doodle sweetheart but she’s his Yankee Doodle girl
The ABCs of Nick Vaughn - Completed
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Sliding into Home (MLB x Frank Adler AU) COMPLETED
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Yours Submissively (Steve Rogers AU) - COMPLETED
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The Type You Save - A Bucky Barnes Detective AU - COMPLETED
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Cross- Checked (Andy Barber x NHL AU - COMPLETED
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Undercover ~ A Jake Jensen AU - COMPLETED
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Troublemaker - A Jeremy Swayman AU - COMPLETED
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To The Limit - A Johnny Storm x F1 AU
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A Second Chance - An Andy Barber AU
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Multi Part Series - The Five Kings of Boston
Aurora (Andy Barber AU) ~ Completed
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Presley ~ (Curtis Everett AU) ~ Completed
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Jennie (Ari Levinson AU)
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Coming Soon
One Shots:
Ari Levinson ask
Chris Evans One Shot - Back to December
Chris Evans x OFC ~ Coming Soon
Series 3 of The Five Kings of Boston - Ari Levinson
Series 4 of The Five Kings of Boston - Steve/Bucky
I always though when you found "the one" life would be perfect. My life was perfect. I had a great job, a beautiful house and a handsome husband. Yes, my life was perfect.
Turns out I was wrong.
After a catastrophic event, Madeline Barnes goes on the run and finds herself at a bar, trying to forget her pain and wallow in sorrow.
But she also found herself back into the sights of a man who knows her but she doesn't know him.
As Maddie recalls her relationship with her husband, she begins an affair with the gorgeous president of the Rebel Sons Motorcycle Club. The same man who saw her seven years before and won't let go of this second chance.
A/N:
This is a rewrite of the one-shot "A Second Chance" but with the names added. Original chapters will follow.
The tag list is open so if you would like to please let me know!
WARNINGS: smut! (oral M & F, PinV, Masturbation, etc.) cheating (by both parties) divorce, pregnancy, verbal abuse, violence.
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Steve
"I’m going to fucking kill those mother-fucking assholes!"
I watch as our president stalks into the clubhouse, rage radiating from him. I can only imagine what he is going through. I was terrified when Ang was pregnant with our babies. The thought of something happening to them, something out of my control, would make me feral as well. I shudder at thought. I can't think or voice something like that. I would make Andy even angier than he is now. And an angry Andy is a dangerous one.
"Son," Atlas approaches, "what happened. How is my baby girl? Is it the bambino? Is there a problem?"
Andy paces around. "No, they are fine, thank-fuck. Lloyd Hansen, that deranged asshole, went into the dressing room with my Angel and threatened her. I’m going to kill him." He stalks to the gun cage.
I grab him before he takes two steps and hold him back. "Easy, Ghost. We can’t just storm in."
"The fuck I can’t!" He fights my hold until Ari and Curtis stand in front of him. "Move, that’s an order," he growls out.
Atlas grabs Andy by the shoulders. "Prez, we get it, but you have to think about Maddie and the baby. Who is with her now?"
"Couple of prospects, Doc," he says, chest heaving. "I wanted to get some stuff for her and me so I can sleep there."
"I’m going to head over then," Atlas says grabbing his jacket. "I can call her mother if you want."
"Yeah Pop, I haven’t had the chance yet." I feel him relax and let go of my hold as Atlas embraces Andy. "I've got her, son, Atlas says quietly. Andy nods and Atlas pats his shoulder before waving at us and he's out the door.
I turn and look at Andy. "What are your orders Prez?" I asked him. The rest of the officers stand and wait for Andy to speak.
Andy
I look at my brothers, men who are ready to lay down their lives for me and my family. I put my hands on my hips and bow my head, trying to think. "We have to be smart about this," I say out loud. "We have to bring Maddie home and she cannot be stressed."
"I can watch over her when you are gone, Ghost," Curtis offers. "She can hang out with me in the kitchen in a chair."
I look at Steve. Besides Doc, he would know if it would be safe for her. He nods. "Ok, we can do that. I’m going to purchase a new chair for her so she can be comfortable. Fuck," I rub my face. "I don’t know what else to do."
"We’ll take care of her, Prez," Steve says, hand on my shoulder. "The girls won’t have a problem helping out."
"We can also move your room to the one downstairs in the back," Jake offers. "You know, Atlas’s old room. We can get it cleaned up for you and Queenie. Then we don't have to worry about stairs."
"I’ve already looked into security," Ari starts. "We’re adding cameras to the back door and garage and Tek and I have upgraded the system. I would like to give Maddie a panic button. Something she can wear around her neck, in case she falls or an intruder. I can sync it to all of our phones."
"Yeah," I breathed. My men had really thought through everything. All the things I didn't. "Thank you. Let’s do all of that. I need to get some stuff for her and me while I stay in the hospital for her. Whatever the cost, it’s approved," I tell Steve. He nods, understanding that I am leaving him in charge of the club.
I walked out and went up to our room. Sitting on our bed, I looked around. She’s only been here for a few months, but the space has changed. It wasn’t just a bed where I could fuck around. No, it was more than that. The picture of us on the nightstand. Her sweater hangs off the back of the door. I get up to touch the softness. Her perfume is in the air. My Angel made this space our little home.
My chest started to hurt and I stumbled back to the bed. My knees hit the side, but I didn’t sit. I just slide down to the floor. The pain in my chest overwhelmed me and I started to sob. I had everything on my mind. My woman, my baby, the secret about Maddie’s parents, Bucky and whatever the fuck he thinks he is going to get away with. Tear after tear rolls down my cheeks. I haven’t cried in a long time. I’m the head of this motorcycle club. The head of this family. I’m supposed to be strong.
I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life.
Lloyd
I whistled as I walked into my house, punching the code to turn off the alarm. Today was a good day. I sat in my chair and looked at the bank of monitors. I smirked at the one that was pointed right at the beautiful woman in bed. Paying off the nurse to plant a camera was genius. Of course, it was. It was my idea.
She slept so peacefully in the hospital bed, her bump more pronounced than before. I understand the pull that Ghost and Phantom felt with this girl. This little Angel is in the middle of hell and she has no idea that she is in so deep. A sigh slipped past her lips, and she turned to her side, her long hair disheveled around her, covering her face a little. But now, I could see her ass and tits better. I groaned at the sight.
The kiss had been too quick, but it was delicious. I wanted to keep her taste in my mouth forever. I can feel myself hardening in my pants. That is a problem. Wish that she could take care of it for me. I see a slight smile cross her face and I can’t stop. I unbutton my slacks and drop the fly down, allowing my hard cock to jump out. The first stroke makes me bite back a moan. I’m rock hard, painfully so.
I let my mind drift to the little Angel. Her soft curves, beautiful eyes, and lush hair. Goddamn, I wanted her. I could feel the heat building in my spine. I was close., oh, so close. I remembered her little moan and I stroked once more. My cum covered my hand and dripped onto the floor. I sucked in air to try and calm my heart. Fuck, I need to have her. I need to breed her. I want to raise her baby as my own.
Make her completely mine.
Atlas
As I walk down the corridor of the hospital, I think back on my time with Lia. She had bad flu once and was hospitalized. I remember being terrified, sitting in the chair next to her, watching her breathe as she slept. My heart started to race, thinking of my daughter, lying in the hospital, scared and worried about her baby.
Her baby.
I felt the smile grow. My little girl was going to be a mom. She and Andy were already growing their family. The love that they had was fast but so was mine and Lia's. What I saw told me that it was real, true love.
I thought about the times when I'll hold my grand baby, when I get to take them to play. Work on a bike. I was going to be a grandfather and I couldn't wait.
I was going to be a grandfather. Technically twice.
Well, that’s gross
I shook the thought away as I approached Maddie’s room. A nurse walked out and closed the door. "Is Maddie ok?"
She smiles. "Are you family?"
"I'm her father."
The nurse nods. "She’s asleep, I just checked her vitals."
"But, she’s ok?"
"Yes, she’s doing ok. Baby is doing great. Growing exactly like we want them to. You can go in and sit with her. She’s been drifting in and out. I know she’s been anxious."
"Thanks," I looked at her name tag, "Lydia."
"No problem." With a smile, she walked away. I nodded at the prospects sitting by the door.
"Has Doc been by?"
The blonde one, Johnny, if I remember correctly, nods his head. "He was here when Prez was here but hasn’t been back. Said he would be here closer to seven."
I looked at my watch. He was due in half an hour. "Alright, let him know I'm here."
"Yes, sir."
Right as I was going to walk into the room, I felt my phone buzz. I looked and saw that Lia was calling me. I had left her a message to call me. "Hi Lia."
"Atlas. What’s wrong?"
"Nothing, we just had a situation here." I didn’t know how to tell her this. "Everything is ok, but..."
She cut me off. "Everything is not ok if there is a but, Atlas Montgomery." She had me there. "Tell me what is going on."
I clear my throat. "I need you to come down to King Family Medical Center."
"What? Why?"
"Maddie was admitted with high blood pressure. She passed out and they are keeping her overnight for observation."
Lia’s voice make as choked sound as she asked, "The baby?"
"The baby is ok. At least, that’s what the nurse said. I’m waiting for Doc to come by with an update. Andy should be back by then with Maddie’s things to stay the night. He’s really upset about this."
"Ok, I’ll be there in about an hour." She pauses. "I’ll let David and Daniel know."
It’s silent for a moment. "Have you told him about me yet?"
She sighs. "Yes. He’s not upset because it happened so long ago. I explained what I did and the misunderstanding that we had. But he doesn’t want us to tell her yet."
"The fuck? What gives him the right to make decisions about my daughter?"
"He is her father as well. He’s the only father that she has ever known."
I snort, "Yeah, thanks for that."
A sob comes through the phone. "Don’t be cruel, Atlas. I said I was sorry."
"Sorry doesn’t change the fact that I lost the opportunity to be a father to my daughter for 27 years. Sorry doesn’t change that another man raised her. It doesn't stop the fact that I want to be a part of her life. She is my daughter, Cecilia."
"I know that." Lia’s voice is small. "Maybe if you and David met, you can see that he’s a good man and he loves Maddie so much."
"I’m happy she had a dad. But I want her to know that she was wanted by me too. That I wanted to be her father and marry her mother a lifetime ago."
"I know you do. But I have to think about my family."
"And I am thinking of mine. She is mine. We have to tell Maddie."
"Tell me what?"
I spin and look at Maddie in the doorway, hand on her belly, eyes wide with fear. I hang up on Lia. "Maddie, sweetheart, shouldn’t you be in bed? My grandbaby needs their momma to be strong." I take her hand a guide her back to bed.
"No," Maddie stands her ground. "what did you need to tell me?"
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Being delivered to mafia Steve as a birthday present - with a pretty bow (and nothing else)
Oh yesssss 🥴😮💨🫠
I’m imagining you kneeling on the floor in the middle of his study, trembling and silently crying as you hug yourself and try to cover as much of your nudity as possible.
You can’t help but recoil when Steve’s fingers tickle along your bare shoulder as he slowly circles you—the penultimate predator.
He tuts at your attempted retreat from his touch as he comes to a stop in front of you. His fingers catch beneath your chin, not only to tilt your tear-stained face up, forcing you to meet his gaze, but to reel you in closer, too, so you’re only inches away from his pelvis.
“You’ll learn very quickly not to try to run away from me, sweetheart… I don’t take kindly to defiance, no matter how small the act.” His touch was surprisingly gentle as he drew his knuckles down your cheek. “And something tells me that a delicate thing like you wouldn’t be very good at enduring my brand of punishment.”
You shudder at the steel in Steve’s voice, the hard glint in his eyes.
His outright threat.
Your breath hitches on an aborted sob as he drags you even closer to him, until your face is pressed against the growing bulge at the front of his slacks.
But this time, you don’t try to pull away. Swallowing down your tears, you force yourself to go pliant and sink against him even more.
Steve huffs a quiet, delighted laugh, his voice much warmer now as he coos, “Good girl.”
This Steve has been eating away at my whore brain 🥴 So, naturally, I had this thot…
You’re perched on Steve’s lap at one of his clubs so he can steal moments of enjoying you in between business—how good you look in the dress he picked out, how soft the skin of your bare thighs are beneath his fingers, how you’re trying so hard not to curl in on yourself and risk his displeasure even though he can tell you’re extremely uncomfortable.
God, you’re just so fucking sweet.
Needless to say, Steve is enjoying himself. Until the business associate across the table from the two of you makes the mistake of looking at you. Of commenting on Steve’s pretty new toy. Of reaching out and brazenly touching your cheek.
Which is the last thing he ever does with that hand.
Or at all.
It happens so quickly, Steve shifting you off his lap, pulling the largest knife you’ve ever seen from behind his back, and stabbing it through the asshole’s hand, pinning it to the table top.
But that isn’t enough retribution for Steve. Before you can blink, he’s on his feet, reaching across the table, and snapping the man’s neck with his bare hands.
You watch in horror as his former business associate slumps across the table.
Dead.
Right out in the open, surrounded by a club full of people, very few of whom seem even a tiny bit surprised or disturbed by this display.
You’re not quick enough—or in your right mind enough—to suppress the terrified whimper that bubbles up as Steve retakes his seat and sweeps you back onto his lap.
“Shhh,” he shushes you with a gentle caress up your side. Until his big hand—one of which he just used to kill someone—is softly cradling the side of your neck and reeling you close.
Steve nuzzles your cheek with a quiet hum, breathing you in on deep breath before letting it out on a sigh.
His fingers tickle beneath your chin, turning your wide, disbelieving gaze his way, and he grins at your complete and utter shock.
“No one touches what’s mine,” he winks before running his thumb along your lower lip then reaching for his drink.
Rewinding back to that first night with mob!Steve 👀
Once you figuratively roll over and show your belly, so to speak, things escalate quickly. You’re on your feet now, practically pinned against the wall by Steve’s sheer size and bulk as his big hands take their time learning the curves of your body.
You’re trembling so hard you know he can see it, but you’re so out of your depth that you can’t help it.
You’ve never been touched by another before, not like this, and you don’t want to be here. You don’t want to be his gift. You don’t want to be anyone’s possession, least of all a ruthless mobster’s.
But maybe, just maybe, if you’re good for Steve, if you let him use you and you don’t fight him—because you already know he doesn’t like to be defied—maybe he’ll at least let you go once he’s done.
Once he’s satisfied.
A tiny spark of hope ignites in your chest at the thought, and you can’t help but tremble this very thing as Steve touches his lips to the spot where your shoulder meets your neck.
“W-will you let me go? After?”
You feel the way Steve goes absolutely still against you, and you instantly regret your question. It takes everything inside of you not to flinch away as he slowly raises his head and looks you in the eye.
For a long, tense, terrifying moment, his handsome face is a mask of stoic indifference, giving nothing away.
Distantly, fleetingly, you think that this is why Steve is so deadly. So notorious and widely feared. The best at what he does. Because his enemies never see him coming.
After another long, drawn out beat, Steve smirks at you, lips twitching at the corners and eyes shining with a wicked kind of mirth.
You can’t help but get the sense that it’s almost like he knows something that you don’t.
Once again, he shocks you with the gentleness of his touch as he draws his knuckles down the slope of your cheek.
“I’ll tell you what, sweetheart,” he starts, his voice tinged with condescension. “If you don’t like what I do to you, if you don’t enjoy it at all, if you don’t beg me for my cock, or to make you cum, then sure, I’ll let you go.”
At the sound of your breath hitching at his lewd words—at the sinful picture he paints in your mind’s eye—his smirk morphs into a wolfish grin.
Because if there is one thing Steve Rogers knows for sure in this moment, it’s that he’s going to fucking ruin you. He’ll have you begging and cumming and boneless—utterly annihilated and so thoroughly claimed—before the night is through.
And that’s without even fucking you at all.
Because splitting you open with his cock for the very first time? Sheathing himself inside that tight, virgin pussy of yours?
Claiming you as his—and only his?
Well, Steve is saving that for your wedding night 😏
Series Summary: Amidst growing sexual tension in your shared home - often alone due to your mother's business trips, you and Steve Rogers, a police officer and your stepfather, finally engage in a forbidden relationship... that is soon joined by his best friend, Bucky Barnes.
Series Warnings: MDNI, stepcest, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, choking, rough sex, cokwarming, ice play, creampie, age gap (reader is of age), power imbalance, degradation, physical punishement (spanking), a little of emotional manipulation, masturbation, punishement play, possessive control, cum play, mention of infidelity (Steve cheats on his wife with reader)
Some others may be added as the writing goes further.
Pairing: Stepdad! Steve Rogers x Reader x (step)DBF! Bucky Barnes
I always though when you found "the one" life would be perfect. My life was perfect. I had a great job, a beautiful house and a handsome husband. Yes, my life was perfect.
Turns out I was wrong.
After a catastrophic event, Madeline Barnes goes on the run and finds herself at a bar, trying to forget her pain and wallow in sorrow.
But she also found herself back into the sights of a man who knows her but she doesn't know him.
As Maddie recalls her relationship with her husband, she begins an affair with the gorgeous president of the Rebel Sons Motorcycle Club. The same man who saw her seven years before and won't let go of this second chance.
A/N:
This is a rewrite of the one-shot "A Second Chance" but with the names added. Original chapters will follow.
The tag list is open so if you would like to please let me know!
WARNINGS: smut! (oral M & F, PinV, Masturbation, etc.) cheating (by both parties) divorce, pregnancy, verbal abuse, violence.
Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Prior Chapter: Should Have Seen It
Main Masterlist // Series Masterlist
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One hour prior...
Maddie
This is what I need. Just some girl time. I love Andy, don’t get me wrong but sometimes there is just too much testosterone in the house. I turn to look at myself. The pretty white dress with blue flowers swishes as I turn. It makes me smile. I walk out and turn around for the girls. “What do you think?”
“Aww Maddie, its beautiful,” Jenn coos.
“Rocking that tiny baby bump,” Ang sings.
That’s the one thing I am eternally grateful for: my new friends. It’s the one thing that I was missing. James always kept me to himself. Sure, I had co-workers I could talk to but outside of the office I had no one. At first, i thought that we were just in that honeymoon bubble. Love birds nesting and all that. Now I can see that it was control. He wanted to control me; make sure I didn’t find an outlet that would let me see all of his evil intentions.
I fully believe my soon to be ex-husband is evil.
What kind of man has to find another woman to satisfy his needs just because his wife was inexperienced? I was willing to learn. I was willing to do anything for him. I would have given the world if I could.
But then I wouldn’t have Andy.
I take a deep breath and lean on the frame of the changing room. “Maddie, are you ok?” Andie asks with a frown.
“Yeah, just need a moment.” I sigh as the clerk from the store brings a chair. “The doctor said my blood pressure is pretty high, and I need to keep calm.” I rub my bump. Andy loves to kiss my bump whenever he can. Says his baby knows and wants a hug and a kiss from the Papa.
Papa.
It makes me smile, thinking that I met a man and fell hard in just weeks. Someone who cherishes me, loves me, protects me with everything he has. He has never made me feel less.
I slip back into the dressing room to try another dress. I’ve outgrown my pants and just need some loose clothes and leggings. I want to be lazy. But I also love getting to know everyone. I like cooking with Curtis, sharing smoothies with Jake, helping Doc with papers, and especially sitting in Andy’s lap while everyone enjoys themselves around us. I don’t feel safer than in his arms.
As I step out of the dressing room in a yellow dress with daisies, a voice speaks with a quiet yet commandeering voice. “You look delicious, Cupcake.”
I know that voice. I’ve heard it before. Before I can turn around, he pushes me back into the room, spins me, and pins me into the wall. Lloyd Hansen gives me a smile, the stick of his lollipop sticking out. He presses his hips into me, holding me in place while he removes the candy from his mouth. “I knew you were pretty, but fuck are you beautiful when you are all glowy and pregnant.”
“Wh-what do you want?” I can feel my heart starting to race. I try to breathe calmly but it's taking some time.
“Relax, sweetheart. I am not going to hurt you.” He smiles and caresses my cheek. “I don’t have a death wish.” I whimper and his smiles grow wider. “Shhh. You don’t want to alert anyone about my being here.”
“Please... please don’t hurt me or my baby.”
He scoffs. “I would never. That could be my niece or nephew there.” I gasp and he laughs softly. “So you don’t know who the father is. That’s interesting. Very interesting.” He tosses the candy and then lowers his hand to the bottom of the dress. His fingers glide gently over my skin as he brings the skirt up. I open my mouth to scream but he covers my mouth. He grips my thigh and pulls it up and over my hip. “Don’t.” He tightens the grip on my leg.
“Hmm... so warm.” I feel his cock jump against me and I let out a muffled gasp. “I understand now why Barber and Barnes are obsessed with you. I could take you myself and raise that baby as my own. Make you my woman, fuck you whenever I want, put another baby in you.”
A tear slips. “Oh, princess, don’t worry. Unless those two guys are dead, there is no way for me to get away with that.” He presses his forehead to mine and rubs his nose with mine. His mustache tickles but I don’t even flinch. “But I am warning you. Bucky has figured out that you are with child.” My eyes widen. “And he wants what’s his, that baby and you.”
No. No, he can’t know. I don’t want him as the father of my baby. I don’t want anything to do with him. I cried out, the sound muffled but made Lloyd harder somehow.
“You need to keep calm, kitten. Can’t have you having issues with the baby. We’ll be seeing you soon, Princess. And when we bring you back home, our whole family will celebrate. From one bed to the other.” With that, he releases my mouth and kisses me hard before I can get a sound out. He lets me go and I teeter where I stand. He blows me a kiss before running out of the cubicle and out the back door.
I sway for a moment. He knows.
That’s the last thing I think before everything goes black.
Ang
“She’s taking a long time in there,” I comment.
“Maybe she’s stuck in the dress?” Andie offers before giggling. “Remember when you got stuck in your jeans with Dani and Steve had to cut you out of them.”
“Fuck you.” I look away. That was mortifying but, in the end, satisfied me. I ended up bouncing on Steve’s massive cock for an hour. I think I set a record in orgasms that day.
Suddenly, I hear a thump, and I jump up and run into the dressing room. I see the back of a man wearing a yellow shirt and tight ass pants. But my peripherals see legs on the floor. I throw the curtain open, and Maddie is lying on the floor, unconscious. “Maddie!” I get to and check her pulse. It's rapid. “Andie! Call 9-1-1!”
Andy
“I should have gone with her,” I said, pacing in the waiting room.
“All it would have done is hurt someone in the crossfire, Prez”. Steve said as he held Ang. Ang is not a crier, but she was in tears when we came tearing into the emergency room. Steve cupped his wife’s face to get her to focus. “Ang, baby, what happened?”
“I don’t know. We were in the store, trying on stuff and Maddie wanted to get a couple of dresses. She was changing but taking a while. I thought she was stuck or something. Then I heard a thump and I ran in and some guy was going out the back door.”
“What did he look like?” I demanded.
“Tall, dark hair, yellow shirt. I didn’t see his face.” She shook her head. “Anyway, I saw something in my peripherals and Maddie was on the floor. Andie called for an ambulance, and I made sure she was breathing.”
“Fuck!” I start to pace. I look at Ari and Jake. “Go,” I ordered. They kissed their women and headed back to the store. They knew what I needed. The security footage. We needed to know who had been in the room with her.
“Andy,” Ang grabbed my arm. “She was bleeding. I don’t know if she cut herself in the fall but the paramedics were with her within three minutes. They just happened to be around the corner when we called.”
I froze. Not our baby. Not her. I can’t lose them. I pace back and forth for what felt like hours. Jenn brought some coffee for us, and they talked quietly with everyone, but they left me alone.
The door opens and Doc walks in. I stand in front of him and grab his arms. “Chris, tell me she’s ok. That they are ok.”
“Prez, they are stable. Alive and stable. But they are not out of the woods yet.” He grabs my shoulders as I sag. “Maddie’s blood pressure skyrocketed. She passed out from shock.”
“The bleeding?”
“She cut her hip on something when she went down. The baby is good for now. They were able to stabilize the uterus and avoid preeclampsia. However, Maddie is now at a much higher risk than before. The ER doctor, Dr. Hunt, has her sedated to allow her body to relax and heal. But more than likely, she will be on bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy. She can walk to the restroom or sit on the couch, but no strenuous activities.”
My mind was spiraling. I tried to focus on the one thing: they are going to be ok. I held on to that thought and breathed through my panic. “When can I see her?”
“They are moving her up to maternity now. We can see her in about half hour.”
“Thank you Doc.”
“Of course. Maddie is a fighter but she will need help with this adjustment.”
“We’ll be there for her,” Jenn replies.
True to his word, half an hour later, I am walking into the hospital room and seeing Maddie for the first time since she was brought in. She is asleep, peacefully, oblivious to the rage I was feeling under my skin. Her hands seem to have naturally landed on her bump, as if she is protecting our baby. My heart breaks. I should have been there. I underestimated the danger.
I pulled a seat next to her and took her hand. I kissed it and pressed it on my cheek. It was warm and that made my heart calm down. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
I hear the door creak and I stand. A man in scrubs walks in, look at a tablet. “Mr. Barber?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m Doctor Hunt.” We shake hands. “I understand that Dr. Beck got you up to speed with Maddie’s condition. Her labs have come back, and everything is looking normal.” I sighed in relief. “She will need more careful monitoring. I have reached out to Dr. Robinavitch. He’s going to come by tomorrow and make official recommendations for her pregnancy. She is very lucky that someone was there to get her to the hospital.”
“When will she wake up?”
“I’ve ordered for the sedative to be reduced. I’d say by morning.”
“Thank you, Doc. I appreciate you looking out for them.” I shake his hand and then sit back down.
I feel pressure in my hand and I startle awake. I look at my watch. Five thirty AM. I passed out. Then I feel the pressure on my other hand and look down to see the most beautiful eyes in the world. “Angel,” I breathe.
“Hi Andy.” She gives me a small smile as tears roll down her cheek.
I adjust so I can reach with my other hand to wipe away her tears. “Don’t cry, Angel.”
“I’m sorry,” her voice wobbles as she starts to hyperventilate. Her heart monitors start to beep rapidly.
I scramble and climb into her bed, watching out for all the wires she’s connected to, and pulling her into my arms. “Shh… love, please relax. I’m here and you’re okay. You and the baby are ok.” I kissed the top of her head and started to run my fingers through her hair.
“I’m… I’m…” she stuttered as she sobbed.
“Baby, relax for me. Everything is ok. My sweet Angel, please. The baby needs you to relax. Breathe with me.” I breathed in and felt her follow the movement of my chest. A nurse opened the door slightly and I shook my head at her. She smiled and nodded before leaving us alone. After a few minutes, I can feel her body relax and her breathing calmed.
“There you go, Angel. You did so good for me.” I kiss her forehead. “Tell me what happened.”
“You’ll be angry with me.”
“Baby, I would only be angry if you did something to me on purpose. Did you let this happen on purpose?” She shook her head. “Then, tell me.”
She searched my eyes, looking for something to tell her that I’m not mad. She swallows and says, “Andy, it was Lloyd. He was in the dressing room.” She trembled as she told me. “He pinned me and told me that Bucky knows. He knows about the baby and that he’s coming for me. The he kissed me and left.”
Summary: He's been away from the sport for 2 years. He has 24 races to prove he belongs here. There are two things that could derail this: his family and her.
She's the one thing he is willing to push to the limit for.
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Future Warnings: references to a partner's death, cheating (but not by the MCs,) alcohol consumption, SMUT!, angst, racing incidents, language, grief, etc.
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Group Chat:
Charles: Hey I need to meet with you guys
Johnny: Why a group chat?
Charles: because I need all of you and I’m not typing this six times
Johnny: someone is spicy today
Maya: leave him alone Johnny. Where should we meet?
Steve: And when because I leave after this race. Livie is having an induction three days later
Bucky: So which hospitality tent?
Charles: this kinda needs to stay a secret
Ari: we can meet at the Mercedes hotel
Charles: good because we have to make sure that Maya and Johnny are not seen together
Johnny: The fuck you going on about LeClerc?
Charles: just trust me. Let’s meet tonight
Steve: Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
Bucky: Dunno but same
Charles: you have no idea
Baku, Azerbaijan – Friday
Charles
“I’m sorry,” Johnny said, pacing back and forth. “You’re going to have to repeat that to me again.”
I sighed. “I over heard that Rebecca girl and Sainz talking about how they set you up. They planned the whole thing.”
Maya was stone still. Johnny took her hand. “Luna?”
She looked at all of us again. “I’m going to kill him.”
Ari chuckled. “Easy killer. I doubt you could even punch him.” He patted her on the head.
Maya shoved his hand away and stands. It’s funny to watch as Maya is at least six inches shorter than her brother. With her standing and him sitting, they are now the same height. I keep the laugh to myself as Maya says, “Try me, Ari. I can kick your ass up and down this track.” She flicks him on the nose.
He flicks her back, probably gentler then she did because, while she is short, we don’t mess with the black belt in karate. A fact that Ari remembers and regrets encouraging when she was a kid. “Don't test me, little sister.” Ari frowns and then turns on me. “Do you have an idea what there next move might be?”
“No, I just got out of there.” I take a sip of the drink Maya poured. An idea pops into my head and I chuckle to myself. Johnny gives me a look. “What?”
“You’re laughing to yourself. Like some psycho.”
I shake my head. “I was just thinking that Carlos would lose his shit if he was pursuing a married woman.” The room suddenly is still. I look around and see Maya and Johnny looking at each other. “I was joking,” I said.
“But,” Maya starts, “it solves a lot of problems.”
“The hell are you talking about Maya,” Ari growls. “You can’t just get married to solve a problem.”
“And why not?” she glared at her brother. “You did it before because you thought...”
“I know what I did, Maya. There is no need to remind me.” Ari ran his hands through his hair. “I did it because I was in love with Sarah.”
“I am doing the same thing!” she fires back.
“What?” Ari stunned face is almost comical. I’m not sure how he didn’t notice how deep they are. I share a look with Steve and Bucky and they both nod.
“I love Johnny and Mattie. Would it be so wrong to tie myself to them?”
The argument volleys back and forth before my eyes catch my best friend sitting stock still. I move to sit next to him. “Johnny?”
“Yeah,” he looks at me with blank eyes. I frown in confusion. “Where is Mattie?”
“Oh, he’s asleep next door.” He holds up the baby monitor. “I should probably get back to him.”
“Johnny, what’s wrong?” He stands and doesn’t make a sound, just shakes his head. No one else notices until the door clicks softly and Maya looks around. “Where is Johnny?”
“He went back to Mattie.” That’s all I give. Because I know what’s going through his mind. It’s the same thought I’ve had if I lost Alexandria. It’s the biggest fear a man in love worries about.
Will he lose her too?
Johnny
I stared at my little boy. He looks so peaceful and happy. I take in his longer hair and his full belly. He’s getting ready to go through another growth spurt. He looks angelic.
“Johnny?”
I hear the whispered voice, but I can’t look way from my little boy. My mind runs with all the scenarios. He lost his mother because I married her. If I marry Maya, will he lose another mother? I can’t do that to him again. She can’t leave him. He adores her. I feel heat behind my eyes, and I try to take a breath to hold off the tears. I can’t cry. I have to be strong for him, for our family.
“Johnny? Baby, look at me.” I feel a tear rolling down my cheek. “Oh, baby.” I finally look at her. “Talk to me.”
“I can’t marry you,” I whispered. “The last girl I married...” She cuts me off with a kiss but I pull back. “Maya, I can’t lose you too. He can’t lose you.” I look at Mattie. “He needs his mama.”
She takes my face in her hands to force me to look down to her. “Nothing is going to happen, love. What happened to Mollie was unpredictable. It wasn’t because you loved her.” She wraps her arms around me, and I tilt my head on top of hers. “You really don’t want to marry me?”
I can feel the tension in her. My words hurt her. “Maya, I want the world with you. But I’m so scared.” I sigh. “I know these feelings are irrational, crazy even. I won’t lie. I have thought about it.”
“I’m sorry I just jumped on the idea when Charles mentioned it. I would do anything to make this go away and protect Mattie. I love you. Please know that I am not pressuring you...”
I cut her off. “I love you too, Luna. I do want a life with you. But I don’t want you to marry me just because this mess is getting out of hand. I want you to marry me because you can’t breathe without me. Just like I can’t live without you.” Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears. “If I ask later, will you say yes?”
“Yes,” she replies shyly.
“Good.” I kissed her softly. “Let’s go to our bed. I need to feel you.”
She stopped me. “That’s it?”
I smirk at her. “Yep.” Then I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I smacked her ass and she squealed as quietly as she could to avoid waking Matthew.
Two Months Later
Las Vegas - Saturday
Maya
I would like to burn down the Ferrari paddock with Carlos in it.
But then that would hurt Charles.
Dammit.
I’m lying on our bed in the hotel, Mattie sleeping on my arm next to me. This midnight schedule is hard for us as Mattie wants us when we are trying to sleep. Susie is on Mattie’s schedule, but Johnny always wants to show off wherever we are to him.
So, to rest, I have resorted to finding more creative ways to remove Carlos’s head from his body.
I look at my watch and groan. Qualifying is starting soon. I slide my arm out from underneath Mattie, slide down to the floor as to not disturb him. As I pull on my clothes in the dark, I think about the last two months of our lives.
Baku, Azerbaijan – Saturday
“Just read the statement. No questions.” I adjusted the collar of Johnny’s polo. “I’ll be right there with you.”
“Right. Just read.” Johnny gives me a forced smile and then looks at the polaroid in his hand. Mattie smiles up at him, taken this morning while we danced around to ‘Dora’. “I can do this.”
The decision was made to make one statement and then have no further comment on the situation. We also included Mercedes solicitor and Johnny’s private lawyer in the discussion to make sure what are legal pathways would be. In twenty-four hours, we had the press conference scheduled.
“Yes, you can.” The door opens and my assistant, Michelle, pokes her head in. “Ready?”
“Nope,” he replies with a smile. “But let’s do it any ways.”
SkySport1 – F1 Recap Show
An interesting press conference was held today. Johnny Storm and Maya Levinson made a join statement about the rumors circulating of Storm’s supposed infidelity.
“I have only had two relationships in the last three years. I loved my wife with my whole heart. There has never been a doubt that I did, according to her parents and family. She gave me my beautiful son and she will always hold a place in my heart.”
“My relationship with Maya started after terrible circumstances came out and two friends comforted each other. I love Maya as much as I did Molly. She knows it and knows that I have never stepped out on her.”
“The rumors from Miss Donaldson are unfounded and untrue. I am not sure what she wants to gain by spreading lies. Either way, I had never met her before Monza and have never been in closed company with her. I have reported her lies to the authorities and have retained council for the defamation she is spreading.”
“At this time, I would like to ask for privacy for me and my family as we navigate our way through the legal process.”
“Thank you.”
Storm then left the room, holding hands with Ms. Levinson in a sign of solidarity. They answered no questions as they left. We have reached out to the Mercedes team and Storm representatives for further comment with no reply.
We here at SkySports respect the wishes of Mr. Storm and will only comment on racing from now on. We find the entire exchange disgusting and rude.
Storm has qualified 3rd with all of this controversary. We wish him luck in Baku this weekend.
Present
We spent the next two months together as a family. Johnny never brought the articles that continued to be published into our home. We just went to the next race and the next.
Carlos tried to talk to me multiple times, but I was always with someone so he couldn’t corner me. I didn’t want him to have the chance. Rebecca kept up her story until someone looked at the messages and discovered a flaw. It was all downhill for her from there. She disappeared somewhere after Mexico. Unfortunately, Carlos was not tied to her, so he escaped scrutiny by the skin of his teeth. Lucky bastard.
Now, Johnny’s in first for the championship, with George and Steve on his heels. Steve had missed the race in Singapore due to the birth of his and Olivia’s twin girls. He made it back for Austin and won. The last three races are going to be insane.
I make it to the paddock just in time to kiss Johnny on the cheek and then look at the bank of screens in the garage. I know there is a camera watching me and they cut to me every so often. I laugh inside. All of this scrutiny has forced me to hire a makeup artist to help me with hair and makeup. The F1 gossips are no joke. The last thing I need is for some celebrity gossip rag start to criticize my appearance. Johnny saw one once and he was almost on fire with the rage he felt.
We’re in Q3 now, and Steve just set himself in pole position. I clasp my hands as Johnny starts another flying lap. He barely made it to the starting line before time ran out so he is the last one on track. “please baby, please,” I whisper to myself. The track is cold; the air is colder and the Las Vegas lights blink. He’s on the back straight now, on pace with Steve. He needs this.
I watch with rapt attention. Sector two times are now a tenth faster than Steve. I hold my breath as Johnny rounds the last corner. He hits the line and I look at the timing screen.
Ari is on the radio. “That P1!”
“Yes! Yes! Thank you guys!” I heard Johnny yell in the radio. He pulled into the P1 spot and climbed out shaking his fist. He got his helmet and balaclava off his head, leaving his hair a mess. Ari goes to congratulate him and then he is pulled into an interview with Jenson Button.
“Johnny, you have been on fire recently. What is your motivation lately?”
“Well, my son finally stopped cutting teeth for a bit so I’ve been getting a little bit more sleep lately.” The guys laugh. “No, seriously, the guys just keep giving me a great car and I’ve remained focused.”
“You’re currently in first for the championship with three races left. How important is the race tomorrow?”
“It’s everything. I can’t rely on others to mess up so I have to do the best I can with the car my team gives me. They want to win and so do I.”
“Mercedes will win the constructor’s championship with a win from you or George.”
“Even more motivation.” Johnny smiles his cocky smile. “I want to bring both to Mercedes.”
“Well congratulations and good luck in pole position.
Johnny walks over towards the garage and sees me. I see his big smile and he jogs towards me. “You did amazing baby.”
“Thank you, Luna. I felt one with the track.” He makes a Zen-like motion and I giggle. He smiles down at me. “How was Mattie?”
“Sleeping peacefully. Already checked with Susie and she says he is still asleep.”
“Cool. Let’s take a walk.”
He gets showered and changed and we head out to the strip after we get out of the hotel. We walk around at 4am, still buzzing from qualifying. The streets are quieting so we are alone as we walk. We talk about nothing, just enjoying each other, hand in hand. Johnny goes quiet as we see the sky start to lighten. We stop right in front of Venetian Hotel. There’s bridge that crossed their moat that mimics the Venice canals. He wraps his arms around me from behind as we watch the first rays of sun begin to peek over the buildings. I can feel him lean down and kiss the side of my neck, causing my body to shiver. I can feel him smile. Then he whispers…
Summary: Drinking alone at a dive bar, after the surprise of a lifetime, is where you find yourself. But the resident therapist decides that you are his next "patient"...
Warnngs: excessive drinking, cheating (but not by the Reader or Frank), language, implied smut
Song: Love the Way You Lie by Eminem and Rhianna
Word Count: 2003
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A bolt of lightning flashes in the sky and the bar windows illuminate. At least the weather matches your mood. You down your second glass of scotch, wishing you had stuck to vodka, like normal but needing the harder stuff right now, the amber liquid doing the trick. You looked at your hands, the engagement ring still shinning. You take it off and spin it on the bar top. The diamond flips around and you scoff. When the hell did you get here? The bartender slides another glass in front of you. You look up. “From the guy at the end of the bar.”
You looked it up and see a guy who salutes you. The lights make it difficult to see his features other than the green army looking jacket he had one. You raise the glass in thanks and take a sip, not really paying attention to your sponsor. You go back to staring at the ring that has stopped spinning on the counter. Fitting that it pointed away from you, as if it’s meant to lead you to a different direction.
“That can’t be a good sign,” you hear next to you. You look up to see a handsome man, blue eyes, dark fluffy hair and what looked like the right amount of scruff on his face. He’s gorgeous, a mistake waiting to happen, walking sex, you could go on. But it’s the smirk on his face that is doing it for you.
“What makes you say that?” Curiosity won out on why he would say that.
“No woman I know, who has been given a ring that size, ever takes it off. So, it can’t be good. My guess? He cheated on you.” He looks triumphant in his diagnosis.
It’s like being shot, the pain that radiated now from your heart. But it triggers a vicious response. “Wow aren’t you a fucking mind reader,” you spat. Just hearing the words out loud gripped your chest in pain.
“Whoa, sorry.” His smile falls and he could see your eyes glass over. “Fuck, I didn’t realize that I would hit it on the head.”
You look at him and he looks at you with concern swirling in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.
He takes a seat next to you. He leans on his arm, holding up his head. “Want to talk about it?”
“Not really, but it seems like if I don’t, I’ll just explode over everyone. I’m YN.” You offer a hand, trying to be polite when this night should have allowed you to just be a bitch.
“Frank,” he took your hand to shake it. “Resident bar therapist at your service.” The smirk returns.
You snort at his title but give a half smile. “Well Frank, I just walked in on my best friend blowing my fiancé while his mouth was still shiny from what I assume was the last meal he ate.” You threw back the drink at the memory, forever ingrained in your mind. He was on the couch you bought, she had been on her knees, and you assumed his dick was hitting the back of her throat. You shuddered at the memory but you were blunt, not holding back. Guess the alcohol started working.
“Holy shit.” Frank had his eyes wide opened. He swallowed and signaled the bartender. “Another round please.” Christ, he knew you needed another if he needed another from just hearing that one sentence.
“You got it Frank,” the bartender replied. He set down two more tumblers and poured in the scotch.
“So, you are a regular,” you say to him. The words slurred slightly but not enough for anyone to notice.
“Thought I was a liar?” He couldn’t blame her. He was, after all, a perfect stranger.
“Thought you were just trying to get into my pants.” It looks like it was a brutally honest night for you, the bitch filter in full force. And what did you have to lose? You just lost your home, your best friend and your fiancéall in one night. You really had nothing left to lose.
Frank showed a hint of anger but only in his eyes. After hearing what he heard, he knows you had every right to be angry, but not him. “Wow, I know you’ve had a shitty day from the sounds of it but no need to be rude.”
“You’re right. Jesus Christ, I’m sorry.” You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “But you have no idea what I’m going through. I have no home to go to. I would go to my best friend’s but that’s out. So right now, I need to find a hotel so I can cry alone and start to put my life back together.” It was time to get away. You had done enough damage to yourself and to this handsome stranger. Solitude was needed. You stood up from the bar with a wobble. Ok so maybe the four scotches were too much. You attempted to get your coat on over your black dress.
Frank watched you struggle for a minute, but he absorbed the skin he could see. The curve of flesh around the top of your dress, the bottom of your dress as it skimmed the top of your knees. The dress was demur, elegant but had a level of sexiness that was rarely seen in women today. He was mesmerized until he saw you wobble again.
“Hey, I’ve got you.” Frank grabbed your arms to steady you. He didn’t know what made him say the next part. “I’ve got a spare room. I know I’m a stranger, but it locks and its free.”
“Yeah, ok,” you mumble as you start to walk towards the door. You didn’t pay attention to what you agreed to but it sounded ok.
“YN, YN, wait.” Frank grabbed his coat and keys. “How about something to eat? So you don’t hurt as much tomorrow.”
Food sounded good. Something to make sure you had something to throw up once you got home. “Sure.”
Frank guided you to the diner next door, the rain down to a drizzle. He sat you in the booth and ordered a couple of cups of coffee and some fries. “Fries and coffee?” you questioned.
“Would a coke be better?”
“For fries, yeah. Coffee and cake are perfect mates. Fries and coke are perfect mates. Fries and coffee are complete opposites.” You stop and try to swallow your tears. The analogy hitting home. “Just like me and Jake. Total opposites.”
Frank moved back over to your side of the table and put an arm around you. “Jake is an idiot.”
“Or am I? I mean I let him put this rock on my finger.” You wiggle your hand as the waitress sets some water on the table.
Frank slides the ring off of your hand to look at it. He pulls one of the glasses of water towards you, urging you to drink it as he inspected the offending jewelry. “It is big, I’ll give you that. But he’s an idiot to let a beautiful woman like you get away.” He slides the ring back on but you immediately take it off and leave it on the table.
“A charmer,” you reply with a smile. “I like it.” You down the water, relishing in the coolness it brings your throat.
Frank gives you a deep laugh. “Possibly.” He took out a vape pen and you looked. “Are you ok with this?”
“With a vape? Sure.” You like that he at least asked. Most don’t.
“Not just, a little weed to help with the come down.” Frank has a twinkle in his eye, a test to see if this minx could handle him. He rewarded quickly.
“Fuck it, I don’t care. Caring too much got me where I am.” You grabbed the pen and took a hit, the smoke filing your lungs but not in a burning way.
“Ok there, spontaneous girl. Let’s not do anything stupid.” Frank took the pen from you. You turned to face him.
“I’ll do what I want.” You heard yourself sound like a whiny brat but it only drew a bigger smile on Frank’s face. He went to caress your cheek with his knuckle. He knows what he is doing but if you said stop he would. Because in the end, he wanted to see you again.
“And what do you want YN?” He said it almost in a whisper, just enough for you to hear, feel his hot breath on your lips. The sensation was something you hadn’t felt before. The intimacy that you had been craving for months.
But you thought about your answer. What is it you wanted? And you knew. “Right now? Hurt Jake as much as he hurt me.” If you had to be in pain, then he should be in it too.
Frank cradled your head slightly, looking into your eyes. “I could help.”
“How?” It was a simple question with an infinite number of answers.
“With this,” and he kissed you, soft at first, but getting his tongue in when you moan at the gentleness of his kiss, getting a taste of you. He pulled away. “You taste like scotch, coke, and smoke. Its delicious,” he says against your lips.
You smile at the explosion you were feeling, mainly down in your belly and starting to soak you panties. “I don’t know how this hurts Jake but I’m ok with it,” you say.
“What does he look like?”
What an insane question but you would do anything for this man. This man you had you where he wanted with just his words and his mouth. “Buzz cut, glasses, medium build, why?”
“Is that him?” He points to the window, with that delicious smirk.
And you see him. Jake, looking right at you, anger radiating from his expression. “That’s him,” you whispered.
“Good.” And Frank cups your neck to bring your face to his and gives you a filthy kiss, tongue invading your mouth. Its dirty, its intense and it makes you want to fall in bed with this man. He pulls back and sees your eyes still closed. He pecks your lips and then your nose and you open your eyes. You don’t look away from Frank. You can’t.
“So, you just gonna hook up with someone else?”
You finally turn to see Jake at your table, Frank in between you, his arm still around you. “Surprise Kristen didn’t last longer. I figured I could get my shit in the morning.”
Jake can see the pain in your eyes. He knows you saw; his eyes had barely opened from the pleasure he had been receiving when he saw you whirl around and back out the door. “YN, I…”
“Save it. Please, kindly fuck off.” You turn to Frank. “Is that bed still available?” Jake didn’t need to know that it was a spare bed. But that wasn’t what you were aiming for. He was right; Frank did help you hurt him.
“Sure is, baby girl.” He kisses your neck as he throws some bills on the table and takes your hand. “I’ll take you straight to bed, gorgeous,” he whispered but loud enough for Jake to hear.
Jake grabs your hand. “YN, we have to talk about this.”
You pull roughly away. “If you were unhappy, that was the time to talk. You fucked my best friend. You took the only other person in my life away from me. I’ll be by in a few days for my stuff. Oh,” as you grab the ring off the table, “I’m keeping this. Should help me pay for having to restart my life. I hope you and Kristen are happy together.” Pocketing the ring, you turn into Frank, who wraps his arms around you. “Take me away,” you whisper.
Frank smiles, a little cocky at the shit stain who let this beautiful creature go. “Jake, was it? Have a nice night.”
I always though when you found "the one" life would be perfect. My life was perfect. I had a great job, a beautiful house and a handsome husband. Yes, my life was perfect.
Turns out I was wrong.
After a catastrophic event, Madeline Barnes goes on the run and finds herself at a bar, trying to forget her pain and wallow in sorrow.
But she also found herself back into the sights of a man who knows her but she doesn't know him.
As Maddie recalls her relationship with her husband, she begins an affair with the gorgeous president of the Rebel Sons Motorcycle Club. The same man who saw her seven years before and won't let go of this second chance.
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This is a rewrite of the one-shot "A Second Chance" but with the names added. Original chapters will follow.
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WARNINGS: smut! (oral M & F, PinV, Masturbation, etc.) cheating (by both parties) divorce, pregnancy, verbal abuse, violence.
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Bucky
I never thought I would be here.
I never thought I would lose her.
Madeline was everything I never knew I wanted. I didn’t know that I wanted to be a husband and hopefully a father. But when I met her, I saw a future that could be amazing and I didn’t hate it.
Then my dick got in the way.
I won’t apologize for liking sex. My mistake was having sex with someone who was not my wife. If I had known that Maddie would have experimented with me, I wouldn't have been here.
Now, I am watching my wife fall in love with someone else.
That thought boiled my blood. I knew Andy had spotted Maddie first, but I made the first move. Not my fault that he was too slow. But fate is a cruel joke. Somehow, Maddie ended up in his bar. I don’t even think she realizes it is the same bar that we met at. The name had changed after I left, and Maddie loved other places that had our memories.
I just want her back.
I’m sitting here, listening to my friends bitch and moan about whatever. These were the friends that were left after I left the club. They were outcasts, for one reason or another, and they had always had my back.
Robert had been an enforcer for the club, a man of few words but still made a huge impact. He took care of “problems” the club had, and he was good at it. Except that he had a few methods that made me squeamish. Apparently, the club didn’t like his methods either, especially after he threatened to kill Atlas. So, he was discarded and stripped of his membership.
Lloyd, well Lloyd is a funny one. He helped Tekkie a lot with surveillance and intelligence. Man was originally trained to be a CIA operative, but his temperament didn’t allow him to get more than six months of training. When he left Langley, he took odd contractor jobs until he met Atlas. He did one job for the club and stayed. It was great, until it wasn’t. Until Lloyd went off script and killed an innocent man.
I’ve never seen Atlas that pissed.
How did I let myself get here? I take another swallow of beer and sigh. I need to get an update on Maddie. I walk to the back yard and pulled out my phone.
Bucky: how is she?
Sid: she’s been coming in with a guard. Barber or Rogers has been hanging at the coffee shop on the corner keeping watch.
Bucky: Anything else?
Sid: dunno, something about her is off. Like she’s protecting something.
Bucky: She carrying anything?
Sid: just her bag.
I frown at this news. What is Maddie hiding? I can feel it in my soul that she is hiding something.
Lucas: Boss, Maddie is heading back to the bar. She threw up before she got into her car.
Bucky: I didn’t need to know that
Lucas: probably but she is looking a little puffy but pale
Bucky: puffy how?
Lucas: like she’s gained a little weight
I put my phone down and the wheels are turning. A guard, throwing up, pale, weight gain. My mind flashes back to before, just a few days before life went to hell.
“When are we going to start a family, baby?” I asked her
“Whenever you want,” she replied shyly.
Fuck.
I walked back to where Lloyd and Robert were, playing hold em with a couple other soldiers. “We need a real plan now,” I tell them.
“For what?” Lloyd asks without looking up from his cards.
“To get my wife back.”
Another soldier, Charles or Chuck as I like to call him, looks at me. “Sir, you were told by council...”
I held up my hand. “I don’t need your preppy 1950’s attitude right now, Chuck. I need a viable plan on how to get Maddie back with me and for good.”
Robert studies me. “You figured out why she’s being odd, didn’t you?”
I smile but I can feel it's not really a happy one. “I think she’s pregnant. I think it might be mine. And I think she thinks that too. She’s getting sick, and Lucas says it looks like she’s gained some weight. Barber must know. There is no other reason for him to stand guard like he is.” I show them my messages with Lucas and Sid. “I’m not allowing that son of a bitch Barber raise my baby.”
Robert sighs. “The baby could be his.”
“Even if it is his, I’m supposed to start the family with Maddie, not that asshole.”
“If they are guarding her the way they describe,” Lloyd starts, “it's going to be 10 times harder to get her.” He sucks on his damn lollipop and then smiles. “I like a challenge.”
Robert gives a rare smile, sadistic in nature. “Let’s get to work.”
Andy
The last couple of months have been the happiest I have ever been. Maddie is my dream girl. She’s sweet and honest and feisty as hell. Even with her pregnancy, she doesn’t have a problem putting anyone in their place. The guys love her and the girls folded her into the group.
The only dark clouds hanging over us are Bucky and her father. Not who she considers to be her father but her biological one.
After the pregnancy bombshell, Dad wanted to tell her, but her mother thought it would be best to wait. She was already emotional from the ‘who’s the daddy’ issue and adding that her father is actually in a motorcycle gangcould make it worse. It’s kinda weird that my dad is actually her dad but if you didn’t squint, no one really picks up on that.
“Mr. And Mrs. Barber?” A voice at the door made me look up at the door. A technician came in with a smile. “I’m Amanda and I’ll be doing the ultrasound. I’ll forward the results to the doctor, and they can let you know the results.”
“Ok,” Maddie’s voice shook a little. I looked at her tiny hand in mine and kissed her palm. I smiled and she relaxed.
“Ok, just push your shirt under your breast and lower your pants.” Maddie moved the clothing and then jumped at the cold gel. “Sorry, the warmer isn’t working.” Amanda put the wand onto Maddie’s stomach and moved around.
“Think baby will let us see if they are a boy or girl?” I bound on my heels, excited for this appointment.
“Depends.” Maddie smiles up at me from her exam seat, shirt around her ample breast. The technician moving the ultrasound wand over her beautifully expanding belly.
“On what?”
“If I bribe them.” She gives me a cheeky wink.
“Brat,” I mumble under my breath. She giggles and my heart just glows.
Suddenly the monitor shifted from the gray tone to a dark sack and our baby’s head came into focus. “There they are,” Amanda said with a smile. “Hey baby, say hi to mommy and daddy.”
Daddy. The title was something I didn’t think I needed. Something that I thought I would never have. But I look over to the woman who is giving me this title, and my eyes begin to feel hot in the back of them. I kiss Maddie’s forehead and she smiles at me. The smile that I will pray to whatever deity that will allow me to keep it.
Amanda starts clicking around and making notes. I look over at her with concern. She smiles. “Just measurements. Making sure baby is growing the way they should.”
“Can you tell the sex?” Maddie asks.
“Not yet. You’re only 18 weeks and sometimes Baby will give an obvious sign but we would get a clearer picture at 20 weeks. Have you felt them move?”
“No, not really.” Maddie frowns. “Should I?”
“Not necessarily. Some moms say they feel flutters, others say bubbles. But for a first-time mom, most don’t feel anything until about 22 weeks. Dad would be able to feel them around the same time.”
The rest of the appointment is easy until the doctor looks over Maddie’s numbers. Dr. Robinavitch is a professional with kind eyes. But he has a no-nonsense voice right now. “I’m concerned, Maddie. These blood pressure numbers are on the rise.”
“Could it hurt the baby?” I ask. I take Maddie’s hand, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.
“Not at this stage but if they continue, it could lead to complications. Preeclampsia, and hypertension are all things we want to try and avoid. I would recommend lowering your hours at work, resting more, less stress.”
“Ok.” Maddie’s voice is shaky. “Anything else?”
“If this trend continues, I am going to order bed rest. Get a blood pressure monitor. If you feel your heart rate increase or have a harder time breathing, measure. I’ll have Amanda give you a pamphlet on what numbers to look for. If they are higher than where they should be, come to the emergency room.”
“You got it, Doc,” I said. “I’ll take care of her.”
She gives us a soft smile. “Good. Other than that, I would like to see you every two weeks now to monitor your progress.”
I shake the doctor's hand and turn to look at my girl. “I am your servant, Madam,” I say while taking a deep bow.
“Shut up Andrew.” But there is no heat in her words. She smiles but I can see the worry in her eyes.
“Hey, everything is going to be ok.” I kiss her hands. “I’ll talk to your brother about the mediation and see how much we can have him work without you there. You don’t need that.”
She chewed her lips. “I don’t want to lose my baby,” Maddie’s voice small.
My heart broke. I didn’t want this for her, for us. This baby is a miracle I never thought I have. After Laurie and Jacob, I assumed I would be in this life alone. I would have to choose from one of my men’s children to take over or lead us out of the darkness of the club. But now, now I have the chance to lead the club and know that however we move forward, my family would be by my side. This wouldn’t be the only one we have. But first, we needed to make it through this darkness and bring my girl and my child to the light. I took a deep breath and steady my resolve.
“And you won’t Angel. I promise.”
The drive home was quiet. My Angel is lost in her head, staring out the window. I don’t blame her. If I didn’t need to drive, I would be in the same place. I can’t let anything happen to her or the baby. Our baby.
It never mattered to me that they could belong to another man. The moment Maddie told me she was pregnant, I was on cloud nine. Even if Barnes is the father, I won’t let him take them away from me. This is our future.
After we got home, the girls decided to take a trip to the store for some new clothes. Maddie had been complaining about nothing fitting anymore. She didn’t like my suggestion of just staying naked, in our bed, all day. She did blush so maybe she considered it for a moment, but she still wanted to be in public. That’s a bummer, but I did want her to show off that cute little bump that was starting to make its presence known.
I had work to do so I sat with Steve in my office for a couple of hours. As we were finalizing a shipment, Jensen comes running in. “Prez, we gotta go.”
I looked at him and I could see the panic all over his face. “Tek, what’s wrong?”
“Andie called. An ambulance is on the way to the hospital with Maddie and Ang.”
Steve and I jump up. “What?” I roared. “What happened?”
“Maddie collapsed in the dressing room. When she didn’t come out, Ang and Belle went to check on her and then called 9-1-1. Andie said she saw a man leave out the back door before she went to help with Maddie. Said he looked familiar but wasn’t sure who it was.”
“Fuck!” I ran my hands through my hair. “Ok, Tek, tell Curtis and Ari. Steve, get Doc and drive to the hospital.” I ran out of the door and climbed onto my bike.
I always though when you found "the one" life would be perfect. My life was perfect. I had a great job, a beautiful house and a handsome husband. Yes, my life was perfect.
Turns out I was wrong.
After a catastrophic event, Madeline Barnes goes on the run and finds herself at a bar, trying to forget her pain and wallow in sorrow.
But she also found herself back into the sights of a man who knows her but she doesn't know him.
As Maddie recalls her relationship with her husband, she begins an affair with the gorgeous president of the Rebel Sons Motorcycle Club. The same man who saw her seven years before and won't let go of this second chance.
A/N:
This is a rewrite of the one-shot "A Second Chance" but with the names added. Original chapters will follow.
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WARNINGS: smut! (oral M & F, PinV, Masturbation, etc.) cheating (by both parties) divorce, pregnancy, verbal abuse, violence.
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Bucky
I never thought I would be here.
I never thought I would lose her.
Madeline was everything I never knew I wanted. I didn’t know that I wanted to be a husband and hopefully a father. But when I met her, I saw a future that could be amazing and I didn’t hate it.
Then my dick got in the way.
I won’t apologize for liking sex. My mistake was having sex with someone who was not my wife. If I had known that Maddie would have experimented with me, I wouldn't have been here.
Now, I am watching my wife fall in love with someone else.
That thought boiled my blood. I knew Andy had spotted Maddie first, but I made the first move. Not my fault that he was too slow. But fate is a cruel joke. Somehow, Maddie ended up in his bar. I don’t even think she realizes it is the same bar that we met at. The name had changed after I left, and Maddie loved other places that had our memories.
I just want her back.
I’m sitting here, listening to my friends bitch and moan about whatever. These were the friends that were left after I left the club. They were outcasts, for one reason or another, and they had always had my back.
Robert had been an enforcer for the club, a man of few words but still made a huge impact. He took care of “problems” the club had, and he was good at it. Except that he had a few methods that made me squeamish. Apparently, the club didn’t like his methods either, especially after he threatened to kill Atlas. So, he was discarded and stripped of his membership.
Lloyd, well Lloyd is a funny one. He helped Tekkie a lot with surveillance and intelligence. Man was originally trained to be a CIA operative, but his temperament didn’t allow him to get more than six months of training. When he left Langley, he took odd contractor jobs until he met Atlas. He did one job for the club and stayed. It was great, until it wasn’t. Until Lloyd went off script and killed an innocent man.
I’ve never seen Atlas that pissed.
How did I let myself get here? I take another swallow of beer and sigh. I need to get an update on Maddie. I walk to the back yard and pulled out my phone.
Bucky: how is she?
Sid: she’s been coming in with a guard. Barber or Rogers has been hanging at the coffee shop on the corner keeping watch.
Bucky: Anything else?
Sid: dunno, something about her is off. Like she’s protecting something.
Bucky: She carrying anything?
Sid: just her bag.
I frown at this news. What is Maddie hiding? I can feel it in my soul that she is hiding something.
Lucas: Boss, Maddie is heading back to the bar. She threw up before she got into her car.
Bucky: I didn’t need to know that
Lucas: probably but she is looking a little puffy but pale
Bucky: puffy how?
Lucas: like she’s gained a little weight
I put my phone down and the wheels are turning. A guard, throwing up, pale, weight gain. My mind flashes back to before, just a few days before life went to hell.
“When are we going to start a family, baby?” I asked her
“Whenever you want,” she replied shyly.
Fuck.
I walked back to where Lloyd and Robert were, playing hold em with a couple other soldiers. “We need a real plan now,” I tell them.
“For what?” Lloyd asks without looking up from his cards.
“To get my wife back.”
Another soldier, Charles or Chuck as I like to call him, looks at me. “Sir, you were told by council...”
I held up my hand. “I don’t need your preppy 1950’s attitude right now, Chuck. I need a viable plan on how to get Maddie back with me and for good.”
Robert studies me. “You figured out why she’s being odd, didn’t you?”
I smile but I can feel it's not really a happy one. “I think she’s pregnant. I think it might be mine. And I think she thinks that too. She’s getting sick, and Lucas says it looks like she’s gained some weight. Barber must know. There is no other reason for him to stand guard like he is.” I show them my messages with Lucas and Sid. “I’m not allowing that son of a bitch Barber raise my baby.”
Robert sighs. “The baby could be his.”
“Even if it is his, I’m supposed to start the family with Maddie, not that asshole.”
“If they are guarding her the way they describe,” Lloyd starts, “it's going to be 10 times harder to get her.” He sucks on his damn lollipop and then smiles. “I like a challenge.”
Robert gives a rare smile, sadistic in nature. “Let’s get to work.”
Andy
The last couple of months have been the happiest I have ever been. Maddie is my dream girl. She’s sweet and honest and feisty as hell. Even with her pregnancy, she doesn’t have a problem putting anyone in their place. The guys love her and the girls folded her into the group.
The only dark clouds hanging over us are Bucky and her father. Not who she considers to be her father but her biological one.
After the pregnancy bombshell, Dad wanted to tell her, but her mother thought it would be best to wait. She was already emotional from the ‘who’s the daddy’ issue and adding that her father is actually in a motorcycle gangcould make it worse. It’s kinda weird that my dad is actually her dad but if you didn’t squint, no one really picks up on that.
“Mr. And Mrs. Barber?” A voice at the door made me look up at the door. A technician came in with a smile. “I’m Amanda and I’ll be doing the ultrasound. I’ll forward the results to the doctor, and they can let you know the results.”
“Ok,” Maddie’s voice shook a little. I looked at her tiny hand in mine and kissed her palm. I smiled and she relaxed.
“Ok, just push your shirt under your breast and lower your pants.” Maddie moved the clothing and then jumped at the cold gel. “Sorry, the warmer isn’t working.” Amanda put the wand onto Maddie’s stomach and moved around.
“Think baby will let us see if they are a boy or girl?” I bound on my heels, excited for this appointment.
“Depends.” Maddie smiles up at me from her exam seat, shirt around her ample breast. The technician moving the ultrasound wand over her beautifully expanding belly.
“On what?”
“If I bribe them.” She gives me a cheeky wink.
“Brat,” I mumble under my breath. She giggles and my heart just glows.
Suddenly the monitor shifted from the gray tone to a dark sack and our baby’s head came into focus. “There they are,” Amanda said with a smile. “Hey baby, say hi to mommy and daddy.”
Daddy. The title was something I didn’t think I needed. Something that I thought I would never have. But I look over to the woman who is giving me this title, and my eyes begin to feel hot in the back of them. I kiss Maddie’s forehead and she smiles at me. The smile that I will pray to whatever deity that will allow me to keep it.
Amanda starts clicking around and making notes. I look over at her with concern. She smiles. “Just measurements. Making sure baby is growing the way they should.”
“Can you tell the sex?” Maddie asks.
“Not yet. You’re only 18 weeks and sometimes Baby will give an obvious sign but we would get a clearer picture at 20 weeks. Have you felt them move?”
“No, not really.” Maddie frowns. “Should I?”
“Not necessarily. Some moms say they feel flutters, others say bubbles. But for a first-time mom, most don’t feel anything until about 22 weeks. Dad would be able to feel them around the same time.”
The rest of the appointment is easy until the doctor looks over Maddie’s numbers. Dr. Robinavitch is a professional with kind eyes. But he has a no-nonsense voice right now. “I’m concerned, Maddie. These blood pressure numbers are on the rise.”
“Could it hurt the baby?” I ask. I take Maddie’s hand, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.
“Not at this stage but if they continue, it could lead to complications. Preeclampsia, and hypertension are all things we want to try and avoid. I would recommend lowering your hours at work, resting more, less stress.”
“Ok.” Maddie’s voice is shaky. “Anything else?”
“If this trend continues, I am going to order bed rest. Get a blood pressure monitor. If you feel your heart rate increase or have a harder time breathing, measure. I’ll have Amanda give you a pamphlet on what numbers to look for. If they are higher than where they should be, come to the emergency room.”
“You got it, Doc,” I said. “I’ll take care of her.”
She gives us a soft smile. “Good. Other than that, I would like to see you every two weeks now to monitor your progress.”
I shake the doctor's hand and turn to look at my girl. “I am your servant, Madam,” I say while taking a deep bow.
“Shut up Andrew.” But there is no heat in her words. She smiles but I can see the worry in her eyes.
“Hey, everything is going to be ok.” I kiss her hands. “I’ll talk to your brother about the mediation and see how much we can have him work without you there. You don’t need that.”
She chewed her lips. “I don’t want to lose my baby,” Maddie’s voice small.
My heart broke. I didn’t want this for her, for us. This baby is a miracle I never thought I have. After Laurie and Jacob, I assumed I would be in this life alone. I would have to choose from one of my men’s children to take over or lead us out of the darkness of the club. But now, now I have the chance to lead the club and know that however we move forward, my family would be by my side. This wouldn’t be the only one we have. But first, we needed to make it through this darkness and bring my girl and my child to the light. I took a deep breath and steady my resolve.
“And you won’t Angel. I promise.”
The drive home was quiet. My Angel is lost in her head, staring out the window. I don’t blame her. If I didn’t need to drive, I would be in the same place. I can’t let anything happen to her or the baby. Our baby.
It never mattered to me that they could belong to another man. The moment Maddie told me she was pregnant, I was on cloud nine. Even if Barnes is the father, I won’t let him take them away from me. This is our future.
After we got home, the girls decided to take a trip to the store for some new clothes. Maddie had been complaining about nothing fitting anymore. She didn’t like my suggestion of just staying naked, in our bed, all day. She did blush so maybe she considered it for a moment, but she still wanted to be in public. That’s a bummer, but I did want her to show off that cute little bump that was starting to make its presence known.
I had work to do so I sat with Steve in my office for a couple of hours. As we were finalizing a shipment, Jensen comes running in. “Prez, we gotta go.”
I looked at him and I could see the panic all over his face. “Tek, what’s wrong?”
“Andie called. An ambulance is on the way to the hospital with Maddie and Ang.”
Steve and I jump up. “What?” I roared. “What happened?”
“Maddie collapsed in the dressing room. When she didn’t come out, Ang and Belle went to check on her and then called 9-1-1. Andie said she saw a man leave out the back door before she went to help with Maddie. Said he looked familiar but wasn’t sure who it was.”
“Fuck!” I ran my hands through my hair. “Ok, Tek, tell Curtis and Ari. Steve, get Doc and drive to the hospital.” I ran out of the door and climbed onto my bike.
Hold up! OMG is this an MC war? I love this. Bucky's got his work cut out for him in this story. Is it his child? Is it Andy's? Holy cow. There are so many questions here I have. This is awesome!
pairing: movie star!bucky barnes x female reader x movie star!steve rogers
summary: when your boyfriend, steve rogers, comes home from a long film shoot, you let him in on the tradition you started with your other boyfriend, bucky barnes.
a/n: this fic was inspired by the lovely @buckets-and-trees sending me this photo, which will forever remind me of movie stars Bucky and Steve. i got the idea to do something sweet and smutty for Steve returning home, and it turned into something so much more emotional than i was expecting but i'm really happy with how it turned out!! i love these characters so much 🥹 (and i MIGHT have some ideas for more smutty fics about them, but we'll see!) anyway, i hope y'all enjoy ♡
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The night before your movie star boyfriend Steve Rogers returned home from filming the latest installment of his big action franchise, you could barely sleep because you were so excited.
Your other movie star boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, offered to wear you out—to fuck you until you you could do nothing but fall into a restful sleep. But you didn’t want to be too exhausted when Steve got home early in the morning.
You had plans for your soon-to-return boyfriend, and you didn’t want to have to adjust them. No matter how enticing Bucky’s offer was.
Eventually, you fell asleep, but you woke after only a few hours, too excited to sleep any more. Brushing a kiss to Bucky’s scratchy, bearded cheek, you rose quietly from bed to make some coffee.
Even as sleep still clung to the corners of your consciousness and made your limbs feel heavy, you couldn’t help but bounce on the balls of your feet as excited energy thrummed through your body. Steve was due home so soon—and you couldn’t wait.
You barely even noticed the chilly morning air clinging to your bare legs, your body clad only in one of Bucky’s t-shirts, as the smell of coffee filled the kitchen. It would eventually rouse Bucky, and you wondered idly if your boyfriend would wake up before Steve arrived.
Despite being in the kitchen at the back of the brownstone, you heard the sharp snap of a cab door closing on the quiet Brooklyn street where you lived with your men. Before you’d even poured yourself a cup of still-brewing coffee, you hurtled down the hallway toward the front door.
By the time Steve pushed through the door of the place you and Bucky called home, you were right there, flinging yourself into his arms and forcing him to drop his leather bag to the floor so he could wrap his arms around you. His broad chest rumbled with a laugh as he hugged you tight, lifting you off your feet.
Burying your face in his neck, you breathed him in, soaking up the familiar feeling and scent of your boyfriend. He smelled like the stale air of a plane, the faint traces of his scent lingering beneath the leather of his jacket. You craved him so badly, you wanted to lick the taste of him from his skin, but Steve’s voice dragged you back into the moment.
“I take it ya missed me, huh, sweetheart?”
“You were gone way too long,” you whined into his neck, not caring how petulant and needy you sounded. Tightening your around around Steve’s shoulders, you clung to him harder, snuggling deeper into his throat, pressing a smile into his skin when you felt him begin to harden against your soft belly. “Bucky’s movies never take him away for so long.”
“Bucky’s movies are different from mine,” Steve rumbled as he swung you gently back and forth, your feet dangling, toes barely touching the floor. “You know that, sweetheart.”
He slid one of his big hands up your spine and wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck, gently towing you away from his body so he could see your face. You were pouting, and the expression had Steve’s eyes softening, a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.
“His movies are strung together with a hope and a prayer,” he said teasingly. Footsteps were padding down the stairs behind you, and you knew his words weren’t just for you. “They gotta wrap up everything quick before the money runs out—oh hey, Buck.”
Steve broke off his good-natured teasing when your other boyfriend joined the two of you in the entryway of the brownstone. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught Bucky digging a knuckle into his eye, rubbing the sleep away, his hair still mussed from bed. He wore a happy grin proudly on his handsome face.
“Not five minutes after you’re home, and you’re already insulting me, punk?” Bucky asked, his voice low and rough and warm. He slid in against your back, pressing you tighter to Steve as he wrapped his arms around you and your other boyfriend. “And here I thought you’d lay off for a little while after so long away.”
“It wasn’t that long,” Steve muttered, pressing his forehead to Bucky’s, the two men taking a moment to themselves. Their eyes slid closed briefly, and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched tension slip from their expressions. “At least not for one of my movies.”
Bucky huffed a laugh, and you thought you heard him grunt another, “Punk,” before his mouth captured Steve’s in a kiss over your shoulder.
Their lips moved in an affectionate slide, right before your eyes, the kiss so soft and sensual, it had your body tingling all over. But you held your breath and kept still, watching your boyfriends kiss with rapt attention, a big, goofy smile blooming on your face when you saw Bucky slip his tongue into Steve’s mouth, making the other man groan.
Against your belly, you could feel Steve grow even harder, his cock throbbing with desire while Bucky’s morning wood dug into your ass.
You tried to stay still and let the men have their moment—you really did—but before long, you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming. Your body had a mind of its own, your hips grinding against both of your boyfriends’ cocks while their tongues tangled so close to your face.
“Mm, y’know, our girl was so excited for you to come home, she was up half the night, Stevie,” Bucky murmured, one of his hands wrapping around the back of Steve’s neck and guiding his boyfriend’s mouth to yours. “Have you kissed our girl hello? Is that why she’s so squirmy and needy—you haven’t given her a proper greeting yet?”
“Fuck, ‘m sorry, sweetheart,” Steve rumbled against your mouth, teasing you with the barest taste of him as his breath ghosted past your parted lips. “I’ve been such a negligent boyfriend, will you ever forgive me?”
Your fingers curled around the lapels of Steve’s leather jacket and you dragged him even closer, your head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder while Steve loomed over you. “Just kiss me, Stevie, please.”
Your begging plea was a sleepy rasp, your words cut off on a breathy moan when Steve finally slanted his mouth to yours, giving you the kiss you desperately needed.
You’d thought Steve’s kiss would be soft and slow, a sweet reunion, but he must’ve been just as hungry for you as you were for him, because his mouth plundered yours. His tongue slipped between your lips, making you moan in a sinfully sweet sound, taking possession of your mouth as if it was his to own.
Using Bucky’s broad body at your back to brace yourself, you lifted a leg and hooked it over Steve’s hip, grinding your bare pussy against his thick bulge through his jeans. The fabric was rough against your soft skin, and it felt so delicious, you had to break away from Steve’s mouth to cry out, humping your boyfriend shamelessly in the entryway of your home.
Before Steve could dive back in and recapture your mouth, Bucky’s hand tightened around the back of his neck. His other fingers wrapped around your chin, keeping you and Steve apart while you caught your breath and allowed the fire that had suddenly blazed bright to return to a simmer.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, Stevie,” Bucky suggested, pressing an affectionate kiss to your temple as he slowly extricated your body from your other boyfriend’s hold. “Our girl wants to let you in on a little tradition we have, but I’m sure she’d rather you didn’t look and smell like you’ve just been on a plane for eight hours.”
Despite the teasing insult in Bucky’s words, Steve’s eyes lit up with interest, his eyebrows winging up his forehead as his gaze shifted back and forth between you and Bucky. When neither of you said anything more, Steve huffed a little sound of impatience.
“Are either of you going to give me any hints?” he asked, his eyes zeroing in on your face, his sharp gaze no doubt noticing the way your lips were twitching with the urge to smile. “Or are ya gonna leave me in suspense?”
An impish smirk bloomed across your face. “We’re not leaving you in suspense, Stevie, it’s a surprise,” you purred, your hand trailing down his chest until your fingertips were dancing across his abs. “But if you want a hint…” Your fingers wrapped around the bulge in his jeans. “Don’t you dare take care of this in the shower,” you murmured, squeezing his cock gently, making your boyfriend go a little cross-eyed.
You pressed a teasing kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth and then you were backing away, giving him some space to gather himself as you retreated into the circle of Bucky’s arms. Bucky’s chin dropped to your shoulder and you watched Steve drift in a haze of desire for a moment, both grinning at your newly returned boyfriend.
It took a moment for Steve to blink enough of the lust from his eyes to be able to focus on you and Bucky. When he did, a hungry grin spread slowly across his face, his eyes dancing with a playful kind of hunger that had excitement thrumming in your blood yet again.
Without another word, Bucky picked up Steve’s leather carry-on bag—the rest of his luggage from his months-long film shoot would arrive later in the day—and led the other man upstairs while shooing you back into the kitchen to finish making coffee.
The pipes in the old brownstone creaked a little when the shower turned on, and it was only moments later when Bucky padded into the kitchen, sliding his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your cheek while Steve cleaned up.
Although you were eager to show Steve the tradition you’d started with Bucky, your boyfriend insisted the three of you have a solid breakfast. So while you prepared three cups of coffee exactly to your, Steve and Bucky’s liking, he cooked up eggs, bacon and potatoes.
Steve entered the kitchen just before the food was done, looking deliciously fresh in a tight white t-shirt and gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide his still half-hard cock. He looked delectable in all that soft cotton and you couldn’t stop your feet from carrying you to him, passing him one of the mugs of coffee and pulling him in for a sweet, good morning kiss.
The three of you fell into an easy rhythm, setting the table in the breakfast nook that overlooked the brownstone’s modest backyard, then sitting down for your meal.
Steve had moved into the brownstone with you and Bucky only a few weeks before he’d had to leave for his film shoot, but even in that short time, he’d fit seamlessly into your lives. His routines had integrated with those you and Bucky had already established, and it felt more natural than anything for your lives to become entwined.
In fact, it had felt so natural that being without Steve for a few months had been harder than you expected, even with all the phone calls, texting and video calls you had. While he’d been away, Bucky had kept you perfectly content, and he did a good job of distracting you from missing Steve.
Now that both your boyfriends were home again, you felt…complete.
So even though you were excited to introduce Steve to your and Bucky’s tradition, you had to admit that catching up over breakfast was really nice too. You smiled and laughed with abandon as Steve told stories from the set of his film, and you watched your boyfriend with pride when Bucky explained how the promo tour for his new movie was ramping up.
You, of course, gave Steve all the updates on your own ventures and the things you had going on around the city—all the things you didn’t have time to talk about on the phone while he’d been gone.
Once breakfast was done, and the coffee in your mugs had long since been drained, Bucky moved to stand, volunteering to do the dishes. He grinned knowingly as he hooked an arm around your waist when you were on your feet and stole a kiss before giving your ass an affectionate squeeze.
He murmured a sweet, “Have fun,” against your mouth that had you laughing huskily and dragging him closer for a deeper kiss. The gesture was both thanks for Bucky giving you some time alone with Steve after so long apart, and a demand that he’d better join you both later.
When you and Bucky finally extricated yourselves from each other, you found Steve grinning wolfishly, and you knew he’d watched the kiss shamelessly. That knowledge had your heart fluttering with excitement, desire pulsing low in your belly.
Grabbing Steve’s hand, you left Bucky in the kitchen, and led your boyfriend into the living room at the front of the brownstone, where a big bay window looked out over Prospect Park. The morning sun was just rising over the tips of the trees and casting the room in a warm golden light—but your focus was entirely on your newly returned boyfriend.
You pushed Steve down into the center of the couch, and stood between his spread thighs. For a moment, you simply looked at him, your gaze raking appreciatively over his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the thick muscles of his thighs in his sweatpants. His cock twitched beneath the soft gray cotton and you smirked, dragging your eyes up to Steve’s face.
There was a faint blush spreading across his cheekbones, and his blue eyes were hooded and darkened with lust. The plush pink of his mouth was curved into a slightly dazed smile as he stared up at you. When you looked closer, there was a slight hint of tiredness in the lines of his face, but his expression was open and eager and curious.
Excitement sparked all over again in your heart and it was with impatient fingers that you grabbed the bottom hem of your sleep shirt and tore it from your body. You wore nothing underneath, so once it was off, you were completely bared in front of Steve.
You watched as his eyes widened slightly, the lines of his face turning harsh with hunger. He practically growled as his darkening gaze raked down your naked body, and you gave him a moment to let him look his fill.
It had been months since he’d seen you naked, and you enjoyed the appreciative way his gaze slid over the mounds of your breasts and the curve of your hips before settling at the juncture of your thighs, where you were already wet for him. The adam’s apple in his neck bobbed when he swallowed, like he was relieving a suddenly dry throat.
“So ya gonna tell me what this tradition is, sweetheart?” Steve asked, his voice rougher and hungrier than you’d ever heard it. You imagined it was taking a great deal of effort for Steve to be patient, for him to leave his hands loose at his sides instead of reaching for you.
It occurred to you that you could tease him, draw things out a little longer. But you were way too eager yourself for that.
Grinning, you climbed into Steve’s lap, pressing a knee into the couch on either side of his hips as you straddled his thighs. Your hands were braced on his shoulders for balance, and you settled down with your heated core pressed against his twitching bulge. Already, you could feel him hardening even more beneath you.
“Whenever Bucky and I are apart—whether he’s on a film shoot or doing press in LA,” you began, your fingers trailing down Steve’s chest until they hooked under the hem of his t-shirt. Before you continued, you took off his shirt, your eyes and hands exploring his chest, which was still sculpted for his action movie role. “Our tradition is how we reconnect.”
Lifting your gaze to meet your blond boyfriend’s eyes, you shot Steve a little smirk, then lifted up onto your knees and pushed at the top of his pants until he understood what you wanted. He kicked off the gray sweatpants, his hands resting on your hips, but you didn’t sit back down.
You were too impatient, too wet and ready to take him inside yourself. So you held Steve’s gaze as you wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, watching the way his lashes fluttered when you gave him a firm stroke. There was just a hint of pink in his cheeks and he looked so perfect beneath you—he looked like he was yours.
With that thought, you began to lower yourself down on his cock, watching pleasure dance across his handsome features as your tight heat slowly took him deeper. It stole the breath from your lungs, the way he stretched you so deliciously, but you were more focused on your boyfriend.
Steve’s perfect lips parted and his jaw dropped at the feeling of your cunt sheathing his cock for the first time in too many months. You watched as he practically came undone beneath you, his eyes going heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he panted.
His eyes trailed down your body to the place where his cock was disappearing inside your body inch by inch. The sight made him let out a low, helpless groan.
After a few long, torturous moments, you sank down fully on Steve’s lap, a moan slipping from your mouth at the feeling of his cock filling you up so perfectly. You felt him twitch inside you, making a shiver race exquisitely down your spine.
Spreading your knees wider on the couch, you managed to bury Steve’s hard length another inch deeper inside your pussy. You smiled when his fingers flexed on your hips, like he was dying to grab your body and fuck you within an inch of your life—but he knew better.
“We’re going to stay here like this, Stevie,” you told him, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, so you could see his reaction to your words. “I’m going to keep your cock nice and warm, and we’re going to see which one of us breaks first.”
You couldn’t help but grin when Steve’s eyes widened, the meaning of your explanation sinking slowly into his mind. But his surprise didn’t last long.
Steve’s hands slid down your body and he gripped your ass firmly, pulling you even more impossibly tighter against him, so your hips were flush with his. A lopsided, almost devilishly charming grin stole across his face.
“That sounds fine by me, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his palms sliding up your spine, pressing you against his chest until your soft tits were crushed to his hard muscles. He ducked his head close, mouth so near to yours that you could taste the coffee on his breath. “I think I’m gonna love this tradition, sweet girl.”
Then Steve was capturing your lips in a slow, decadent kiss.
It wasn’t like the kiss in the front hall when he’d arrived. It was sweet and almost a little shy, like Steve was aware he hadn’t kissed you in a long while and he was learning you all over again—how you tasted, what made you gasp and moan into his mouth, what had you squirming in his lap until he had to press a hand to your lower back to remind you to be still.
“Fuck, I missed you so much, sweetheart,” Steve murmured when he broke apart to give you some time to breathe. He pressed his forehead to yours, panting as he caught his breath. “I thought about you and Bucky every night while I was away—I’d stroke my cock and think of the pretty sounds you make when Bucky’s fucking your ass while I’m deep in your cunt, filling you up, fucking you just the way our girl deserves.”
“Stevie,” you whined, unable to form words beyond his name.
But Steve didn’t seem to mind that you were already practically dumb on his cock, huffing a husky laugh before he cooed at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Only then did you realize a few tears had escaped. They were tears of happiness, though, because you had your boyfriend home—finally—and he was right where he belonged: Inside you.
Steve trailed kisses along your jaw, pressing his thumb beneath your chin to tip your head back and give him more access to your delicate neck. He sucked on the pulse point just beneath your ear, his mouth working your skin until you were squirming in his lap again, on the edge of giving in and fucking him with everything you had.
But his next words brought you back to the moment, the emotion behind them stealing the breath from your lungs.
“God, sweetheart, I missed you so much,” Steve admitted, his voice rough and only partly muffled by his mouth against your skin. “I missed waking up in bed with you and Bucky, I missed the way you make my coffee, I missed your laugh so much I fucking dreamed about it.”
Your heart cracked open, and you felt emotion flooding every cell of your body. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms tighter around Steve’s shoulders, clinging so firmly to his body that he had to abandon kissing your neck and simply hug you just as securely.
“Oh Steve,” you murmured, your fingers tangling in his soft hair as you turned your face until your mouth found the corner of his jaw.
He’d had to be clean-shave for his action movie role, but already you could feel his scruff growing back in. For a moment you simply nuzzled him, enjoying the delicious rasp against your skin. Then you pressed a lingering kiss to the edge of his jaw, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you spoke.
“I missed you, too,” you confessed, knowing Bucky would say the same. “I missed your cock—and I missed your smile. I missed the way you sing along to your old records, and I missed dancing with you when Bucky’s making dinner.”
You took a deep breath with your nose pressed to Steve’s temple, filling your lungs with the scent of him, the one that had clung to your pillows after he’d left. It was embarrassing how long you’d cuddled those pillows, until the scent had completely disappeared.
It reminded you that it was such a pleasure, such a luxury, to get to breathe him in again, straight from the source. You realized in that moment that you’d missed him so much, you didn’t want to go that long without seeing him ever again. But that was a conversation for another time.
“I missed you so much, Steve,” you said, the words falling from your lips and nearly burning your skin with their naked honesty. “It’s not the same when you’re not here.”
Your whispered words seemed to have an immediate effect on Steve, who went completely still. For a long moment, he didn’t even breathe. Then he sat back, one of his hands circling the front of your throat and guiding your eyes to meet his.
“I thought…” Steve started but broke off, his eyes darting away as he swallowed. He took a second to collect himself before looking at you again. “I figured you and Bucky would go back to the way things were without me here,” he admitted, and you sensed how hard it was for him to hold eye contact. “I thought you might enjoy the time alone.”
For the second time in as many minutes, your heart felt like it was cracking, but this time, your body flooded with a desperation to show Steve just how wrong he was about you and Bucky and how you felt about him.
With tears gathering in your lashes, you shook your head forcefully, your chin bumping against Steve’s hand still wrapped loosely around your throat.
“There’s no going back to the way things were,” you said vehemently, your voice coming out choked as you pushed through the emotions swirling in your chest to make sure Steve knew how you felt. “That’s not enough anymore—not for me, and not for Bucky.”
Staring deep into Steve’s eyes, you could see the guard that had come down over his gaze. The man had his cock buried balls-deep inside your body and his hand wrapped possessively around your throat, and yet he didn’t seem to understand just how much he meant to you—or Bucky.
You cupped Steve’s handsome face in your hands and stared deep into his eyes as you spoke, hoping to get through to the infuriatingly dense man. “We missed you every moment you were gone.”
Steve’s gaze darted away from yours, and the adam’s apple in his throat bobbed as he leaned back a little, putting the tiniest bit of space between himself and you. It nearly broke your heart to see him struggling, but you stayed firmly where you were, your hands falling to his shoulders and holding him loosely so he’d know you were there.
You watched as Steve slipped clumsily into his action movie star persona, his smile vacant and his head tilting to the side in an ‘aw shucks’ expression. But you knew exactly what he was doing—trying to hide behind his charm so he wouldn’t have to confront the very real feelings that existed between him, you and Bucky.
“C’mon, sweetheart, you don’t have to say that—”
The rest of Steve’s protest was cut off by Bucky padding into the room, clearly having heard at least the tail end of your conversation.
“She’s right, Stevie, we both missed you,” Bucky said, coming to stand behind your shoulder. You reached back with one hand, lacing your fingers through his. Bucky squeezed your hand in reassurance, but his eyes were fixed on his best friend-turned-boyfriend. “We don’t want to go back to the way things were—we want you.”
Steve looked a little lost as he glanced between you and Bucky, like he didn’t know if he dared to hope you were telling him the truth. But he also couldn’t seem to deny what he was being told, especially with you and Bucky presenting a united front.
Steve swallowed, as if biding his time as he processed everything you and Bucky had said.
“You—you really want me here, Buck?” he asked, his voice quiet and uncertain in a way you’d never heard from your brash, charming movie star boyfriend. It made your heart yearn for Steve even more, and you squeezed Bucky’s fingers hard, spurring him to respond.
But Bucky was already moving, lifting one knee onto the couch outside yours and sliding one of his hands into the hair at the back of Steve’s head. He leaned forward, pressing you tight against Steve’s chest while he angled his best friend’s face up to where he loomed above you both.
“You’re not some boy toy we brought home to play with,” Bucky growled, sounding almost angry. “You’re ours.” His voice was vehement, and he paused for a beat, staring deep into Steve’s eyes to make sure the other man heard him. Then his hand covered Steve’s around your throat, their fingers tangling against your skin. “Just like our girl is ours, you belong to me and her—do you get me, Stevie?”
All three of you were quiet for a moment, letting Steve process everything. You understood it was quite a bit to throw at him after his long flight when he must’ve already been exhausted from the long film shoot, but you couldn’t bear to let Steve go on thinking he meant anything less than he did to you and Bucky.
Finally, Steve let out a breath and it seemed like the weight of the world dropped from his shoulders as he sank deeper into the couch. It seemed like he was finally letting himself settle into the hold both you and Bucky had on him, and you felt a tentative smile tug at the corners of your lips.
“Yeah, yeah I get you,” Steve said, his voice a little unsteady, but you could hear the undercurrent of joy beneath his words. As you watched, his mouth curved into a self-satisfied smirk and he lifted his free hand to slide around the back of Bucky’s neck, pulling him down until their foreheads touched. “That means you’re ours, too.”
Bucky growled a rough, “Yes,” and then Steve was kissing him. It was a messy thing, all knocking teeth and tangling tongues—and you had a front row seat as the men battled each other for dominance. Just watching them kiss had you moaning helplessly, wantonly, your hips rocking instinctively on Steve’s lap, making his cock twitch inside you as your wetness soaked his hard length.
At the same moment, both Bucky and Steve tightened their grip on your throat, turning your moan into a breathy whimper. Just as you began to bounce impatiently on Steve’s hard length, he pulled away from Bucky, his mouth kiss-bitten and his eyes dark with lust.
“Fuck our girl with me, Buck,” Steve rumbled, staring at your other boyfriend over your shoulder, his lips pulling into a mischievous grin. “Let’s fuck her the way she hasn’t been fucked in months—I bet our girl’s dying for both our cocks at once, filling her greedy little holes.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted in time with your bouncing hips, making each man huff out a laugh.
Thankfully, Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed one of his palms between your shoulder blades, pushing you against Steve’s chest while he situated himself behind you, shoving his pants down so his cock bobbed against your ass.
Bucky must’ve suspected Steve would make the request he did, because you heard him popping open a bottle of lube, then the soft, slick sounds of him stroking it down the length of his cock. Gently, he used his fingers to get you ready for him, and Steve held you the whole time, whispering words of praise against your temple.
It seemed like only a few moments later that Bucky was pressing the tip of his hard length against your tight rosebud while Steve stroked a calming hand down your spine and urged you to relax.
“Be a good girl and let Bucky in, sweetheart,” Steve murmured, pressing kisses to your cheeks, where tears of want had begun falling once again. His tongue darted out and licked the salty tears from your skin, a groan rumbling in his chest. “Relax for us, sweet girl, you can do it—you can take us both, can’t you?”
“Yuh huh, I can,” you mumbled, focusing on relaxing your muscles enough for Bucky to push his tip inside your ass. “Oh god,” you moaned, the sheer pleasure of having them both inside you making you melt deeper into Steve’s arms. “Please, more.”
With a slightly strained laugh, Bucky gave you more, but he took his time, working you open with his cock and pausing every so often to make sure it wasn’t too much. It went on like that until he was buried to the root.
When his hips finally pressed flush against your ass, you let out a soft, contented sigh. It felt like everything was finally right in the world because you had both your men inside you, right where they belonged. You felt so overwhelmed by the connection after so many months without it that a few more tears slipped down your cheek.
“God, I missed this,” you confessed, the words tumbling past your lips before you could even think to stop them. Not that you needed to, especially when they made both Bucky and Steve grin into your skin. You could feel the happiness radiating from them, joining with yours.
“I did too, baby,” Bucky murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade before lifting his head and capturing Steve’s mouth in a soft kiss. It didn’t last long, because they were both smiling too much. “Missed you so fucking much, punk.”
“You’re both gonna be the death of me,” Steve groaned, thrusting his hips up from beneath you, burying his cock impossibly deeper in your pussy. You felt him throb, Bucky’s cock giving an answering twitch and you all moaned in harmony. “Oh fuck, it’s been too long, ‘m not gonna last.”
Bucky straightened up with a wicked grin on his handsome face and gave your ass an affectionate swat, which had the effect of making your hips roll, fucking yourself on their cocks. You collapsed against Steve’s chest, a devastating amount of pleasure rocketing through your body as you moaned wantonly.
“Guess we better make it quick then, huh, Stevie? I don’t think our girl’s gonna last much longer either,” Bucky said, his voice filled with a deliciously depraved teasing that had a shiver rolling down your spine.
You could hear the grin in his voice and it made you smile into Steve’s shoulder. But still, you needed more than just their teasing touches and the delicious fullness of their cocks inside you.
“Just fuck me already,” you mumbled against Steve’s throat, rocking your hips impatiently as you sucked a hickey into his skin. Since he was done filming, you were basking in the freedom of getting to mark your boyfriend as yours.
Steve huffed a laugh and helped Bucky reposition you so he could thrust up into your pussy from below. “You heard our girl, Buck, let’s not keep her waiting.”
And then they were doing as they’d said, taking turns thrusting deep into your holes so there wasn’t a single second when you weren’t full of one of them.
You were a complete mess between them, your skin damp with sweat, your mind blank from pleasure, your body trembling so badly from the delicious onslaught of their cocks that all you could do was moan mindlessly for them. But they loved when you went cock-drunk for them, and they crowded around you, murmuring sweet words of praise and teasing words of degradation into your ears.
It didn’t take long before you were on the precipice of your release, and both men must’ve felt how close you were, your body straining to reach your peak, because they moved in tandem. Steve’s hand wrapped around your throat, the tips of his fingers digging into the sides at the same moment Bucky’s hand slipped between your and Steve’s bodies, finding your slippery clit and rubbing it just the way he knew you liked.
Pleasure exploded through your body, your lips falling open in a scream that Steve quickly quieted with a hungry kiss. If it wasn’t for his mouth and Bucky’s hand squeezing your hip, you might’ve felt like you were being washed out into a sea of endless bliss, but your boyfriends kept you grounded, even as you shook violently through the onslaught of pleasure.
The pulsing of your pussy around Steve’s cock had him tipping over the edge right after you, his groans of pleasure muffled against your mouth as he bucked frenziedly into your body before pulling you down so your hips sat flush on his lap, his cock buried balls-deep inside you as he pumped you full of come.
Bucky came last, pulling out stroking himself until his come spilled over your lower back and ass. He gave a low, rumbling groan that was so filled with pleasure, your cunt pulsed around Steve’s still twitching cock, dragging another grunt from him.
“Y’know,” Steve began, his voice a low, sated drawl. “I don't think I’d mind being your boy toy every once in a while, if it’s as fun as this.”
A breathy, surprised laugh burst from your lips and, at the same time, Bucky let out a husky chuckle. Shaking his head, Bucky grabbed Steve by the hair and closed the distance to kiss him over your shoulder. It was rough and dominant, and you could feel the moans rumbling in both their chests.
“Don’t go giving me ideas if you’re not prepared to follow-through, punk,” Bucky growled when he pulled away, glaring at the insolent grin that stole across Steve’s face.
However, from the way Steve’s cock twitched hard inside your body, you suspected that your action star boyfriend had every intention of following through. But that was going to have to happen another day, because Bucky already knew you had plans for Steve.
For a few more moments, the three of you caught your breath in contented silence. After a time, Bucky’s forehead fell to your shoulder and his mouth pressed sweet kisses down your spine. Lifting his head, he dropped a kiss to Steve’s cheek before he pulled away, padding out of the room.
You could only move enough to find Steve’s mouth for a slow, languid kiss, infusing the stroke of your tongue against his with all the affection you felt for him. It seemed like he understood, because he cupped the back of your head and kissed you deeper, like he couldn’t get enough of you—like he’d never get enough of you.
When Bucky returned, it was with a warm, damp washcloth. He used it to clean his come off your back, and you murmured sleepily as you snuggled closer to Steve, who pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around the two of you.
You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you must’ve dozed off because you roused a little while later when Bucky set a plate of banana nut muffins on the table. You blinked your eyes open, finding your boyfriend showered and dressed, looking so deliciously put together that you immediately wanted to muss him up again.
“Where ya goin’, Buck?” Steve asked, his voice thick with sleep and you buried a smile in his chest at how adorable he sounded.
“I’ve gotta go do some press,” Bucky said, leaning down to first press a kiss to Steve’s mouth before turning your chin so he could kiss you too. “Besides, she’s not even close to done with you, Stevie.” He stood up and headed toward the door, calling over his shoulder, “Have fun you two!”
“What’s he mean, ‘have fun’? I thought we finished your tradition,” Steve asked, turning his attention to you as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “I won, by the way, you definitely broke first.”
Pushing against Steve’s firm chest, you sat up, letting him see you roll your eyes. But before you could explain it wasn’t about winning, the blanket that had been wrapped around your shoulders fell down to pool around your waist.
Steve’s eyes immediately fell to your tits and he cupped them in his palms, his thumbs stroking over your nipples until they tightened into peaks. You rocked your hips experimentally, feeling his still half-hard cock shift inside your pussy. You were a little sensitive, but Bucky had been right, you were nowhere near done with Steve just yet.
“Actually, we haven’t finished anything,” you said, your voice already breathless with rekindling desire. “We’re going to stay like this, with you inside me, all day long,” you explained, dragging out the last three words as a smirk spread across your face.
Inside you, Steve’s cock began hardening again, making your smile turn into a full-blown grin, which he returned with an equal amount of excitement.
“All day, huh, sweetheart?” he asked teasingly, sinking deeper into the couch and making himself comfortable. “I think I could get used to this kind of welcome home,” he rumbled, pulling you back down on his chest and tucking your head beneath his chin. “But I think we should make me and Bucky fucking your pretty holes a tradition, too.”
You let out a soft huff of a laugh, your breath ghosting over Steve’s collarbone as you nodded your agreement. “I think he’d agree there’s always room for one more tradition,” you said, settling deeper into Steve’s lap, enjoying the feel of his cock filling you up. “We can make it official later when he comes home to us.”
“When he comes home to us,” Steve echoed, more than a little bit of wonder in his voice. You pressed your smile into his chest, right above his steadily beating heart and sealed your affection for him with a kiss.
For the rest of the day, until the sun had set and cast the brownstone in shadows, you spent every moment connected to Steve. Although you occasionally took breaks to snack or use the bathroom, you refused to be parted from him for long, whining until he slid his cock back inside you.
By the time Bucky returned that evening, you and Steve were loose and languid and he joined the two of you in a cuddle pile on the couch. Like you’d predicted, Bucky agreed there was room for one more tradition, and that him and Steve fucking you would be added to the others.
It was a blissful evening with your two movie star boyfriends, and you couldn’t have been happier to have them both home. After too long apart, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were right where they were meant to be—with you.
I always though when you found "the one" life would be perfect. My life was perfect. I had a great job, a beautiful house and a handsome husband. Yes, my life was perfect.
Turns out I was wrong.
After a catastrophic event, Madeline Barnes goes on the run and finds herself at a bar, trying to forget her pain and wallow in sorrow.
But she also found herself back into the sights of a man who knows her but she doesn't know him.
As Maddie recalls her relationship with her husband, she begins an affair with the gorgeous president of the Rebel Sons Motorcycle Club. The same man who saw her seven years before and won't let go of this second chance.
A/N:
This is a rewrite of the one-shot "A Second Chance" but with the names added. Original chapters will follow.
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WARNINGS: smut! (oral M & F, PinV, Masturbation, etc.) cheating (by both parties) divorce, pregnancy, verbal abuse, violence.
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Bucky
I never thought I would be here.
I never thought I would lose her.
Madeline was everything I never knew I wanted. I didn’t know that I wanted to be a husband and hopefully a father. But when I met her, I saw a future that could be amazing and I didn’t hate it.
Then my dick got in the way.
I won’t apologize for liking sex. My mistake was having sex with someone who was not my wife. If I had known that Maddie would have experimented with me, I wouldn't have been here.
Now, I am watching my wife fall in love with someone else.
That thought boiled my blood. I knew Andy had spotted Maddie first, but I made the first move. Not my fault that he was too slow. But fate is a cruel joke. Somehow, Maddie ended up in his bar. I don’t even think she realizes it is the same bar that we met at. The name had changed after I left, and Maddie loved other places that had our memories.
I just want her back.
I’m sitting here, listening to my friends bitch and moan about whatever. These were the friends that were left after I left the club. They were outcasts, for one reason or another, and they had always had my back.
Robert had been an enforcer for the club, a man of few words but still made a huge impact. He took care of “problems” the club had, and he was good at it. Except that he had a few methods that made me squeamish. Apparently, the club didn’t like his methods either, especially after he threatened to kill Atlas. So, he was discarded and stripped of his membership.
Lloyd, well Lloyd is a funny one. He helped Tekkie a lot with surveillance and intelligence. Man was originally trained to be a CIA operative, but his temperament didn’t allow him to get more than six months of training. When he left Langley, he took odd contractor jobs until he met Atlas. He did one job for the club and stayed. It was great, until it wasn’t. Until Lloyd went off script and killed an innocent man.
I’ve never seen Atlas that pissed.
How did I let myself get here? I take another swallow of beer and sigh. I need to get an update on Maddie. I walk to the back yard and pulled out my phone.
Bucky: how is she?
Sid: she’s been coming in with a guard. Barber or Rogers has been hanging at the coffee shop on the corner keeping watch.
Bucky: Anything else?
Sid: dunno, something about her is off. Like she’s protecting something.
Bucky: She carrying anything?
Sid: just her bag.
I frown at this news. What is Maddie hiding? I can feel it in my soul that she is hiding something.
Lucas: Boss, Maddie is heading back to the bar. She threw up before she got into her car.
Bucky: I didn’t need to know that
Lucas: probably but she is looking a little puffy but pale
Bucky: puffy how?
Lucas: like she’s gained a little weight
I put my phone down and the wheels are turning. A guard, throwing up, pale, weight gain. My mind flashes back to before, just a few days before life went to hell.
“When are we going to start a family, baby?” I asked her
“Whenever you want,” she replied shyly.
Fuck.
I walked back to where Lloyd and Robert were, playing hold em with a couple other soldiers. “We need a real plan now,” I tell them.
“For what?” Lloyd asks without looking up from his cards.
“To get my wife back.”
Another soldier, Charles or Chuck as I like to call him, looks at me. “Sir, you were told by council...”
I held up my hand. “I don’t need your preppy 1950’s attitude right now, Chuck. I need a viable plan on how to get Maddie back with me and for good.”
Robert studies me. “You figured out why she’s being odd, didn’t you?”
I smile but I can feel it's not really a happy one. “I think she’s pregnant. I think it might be mine. And I think she thinks that too. She’s getting sick, and Lucas says it looks like she’s gained some weight. Barber must know. There is no other reason for him to stand guard like he is.” I show them my messages with Lucas and Sid. “I’m not allowing that son of a bitch Barber raise my baby.”
Robert sighs. “The baby could be his.”
“Even if it is his, I’m supposed to start the family with Maddie, not that asshole.”
“If they are guarding her the way they describe,” Lloyd starts, “it's going to be 10 times harder to get her.” He sucks on his damn lollipop and then smiles. “I like a challenge.”
Robert gives a rare smile, sadistic in nature. “Let’s get to work.”
Andy
The last couple of months have been the happiest I have ever been. Maddie is my dream girl. She’s sweet and honest and feisty as hell. Even with her pregnancy, she doesn’t have a problem putting anyone in their place. The guys love her and the girls folded her into the group.
The only dark clouds hanging over us are Bucky and her father. Not who she considers to be her father but her biological one.
After the pregnancy bombshell, Dad wanted to tell her, but her mother thought it would be best to wait. She was already emotional from the ‘who’s the daddy’ issue and adding that her father is actually in a motorcycle gangcould make it worse. It’s kinda weird that my dad is actually her dad but if you didn’t squint, no one really picks up on that.
“Mr. And Mrs. Barber?” A voice at the door made me look up at the door. A technician came in with a smile. “I’m Amanda and I’ll be doing the ultrasound. I’ll forward the results to the doctor, and they can let you know the results.”
“Ok,” Maddie’s voice shook a little. I looked at her tiny hand in mine and kissed her palm. I smiled and she relaxed.
“Ok, just push your shirt under your breast and lower your pants.” Maddie moved the clothing and then jumped at the cold gel. “Sorry, the warmer isn’t working.” Amanda put the wand onto Maddie’s stomach and moved around.
“Think baby will let us see if they are a boy or girl?” I bound on my heels, excited for this appointment.
“Depends.” Maddie smiles up at me from her exam seat, shirt around her ample breast. The technician moving the ultrasound wand over her beautifully expanding belly.
“On what?”
“If I bribe them.” She gives me a cheeky wink.
“Brat,” I mumble under my breath. She giggles and my heart just glows.
Suddenly the monitor shifted from the gray tone to a dark sack and our baby’s head came into focus. “There they are,” Amanda said with a smile. “Hey baby, say hi to mommy and daddy.”
Daddy. The title was something I didn’t think I needed. Something that I thought I would never have. But I look over to the woman who is giving me this title, and my eyes begin to feel hot in the back of them. I kiss Maddie’s forehead and she smiles at me. The smile that I will pray to whatever deity that will allow me to keep it.
Amanda starts clicking around and making notes. I look over at her with concern. She smiles. “Just measurements. Making sure baby is growing the way they should.”
“Can you tell the sex?” Maddie asks.
“Not yet. You’re only 18 weeks and sometimes Baby will give an obvious sign but we would get a clearer picture at 20 weeks. Have you felt them move?”
“No, not really.” Maddie frowns. “Should I?”
“Not necessarily. Some moms say they feel flutters, others say bubbles. But for a first-time mom, most don’t feel anything until about 22 weeks. Dad would be able to feel them around the same time.”
The rest of the appointment is easy until the doctor looks over Maddie’s numbers. Dr. Robinavitch is a professional with kind eyes. But he has a no-nonsense voice right now. “I’m concerned, Maddie. These blood pressure numbers are on the rise.”
“Could it hurt the baby?” I ask. I take Maddie’s hand, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.
“Not at this stage but if they continue, it could lead to complications. Preeclampsia, and hypertension are all things we want to try and avoid. I would recommend lowering your hours at work, resting more, less stress.”
“Ok.” Maddie’s voice is shaky. “Anything else?”
“If this trend continues, I am going to order bed rest. Get a blood pressure monitor. If you feel your heart rate increase or have a harder time breathing, measure. I’ll have Amanda give you a pamphlet on what numbers to look for. If they are higher than where they should be, come to the emergency room.”
“You got it, Doc,” I said. “I’ll take care of her.”
She gives us a soft smile. “Good. Other than that, I would like to see you every two weeks now to monitor your progress.”
I shake the doctor's hand and turn to look at my girl. “I am your servant, Madam,” I say while taking a deep bow.
“Shut up Andrew.” But there is no heat in her words. She smiles but I can see the worry in her eyes.
“Hey, everything is going to be ok.” I kiss her hands. “I’ll talk to your brother about the mediation and see how much we can have him work without you there. You don’t need that.”
She chewed her lips. “I don’t want to lose my baby,” Maddie’s voice small.
My heart broke. I didn’t want this for her, for us. This baby is a miracle I never thought I have. After Laurie and Jacob, I assumed I would be in this life alone. I would have to choose from one of my men’s children to take over or lead us out of the darkness of the club. But now, now I have the chance to lead the club and know that however we move forward, my family would be by my side. This wouldn’t be the only one we have. But first, we needed to make it through this darkness and bring my girl and my child to the light. I took a deep breath and steady my resolve.
“And you won’t Angel. I promise.”
The drive home was quiet. My Angel is lost in her head, staring out the window. I don’t blame her. If I didn’t need to drive, I would be in the same place. I can’t let anything happen to her or the baby. Our baby.
It never mattered to me that they could belong to another man. The moment Maddie told me she was pregnant, I was on cloud nine. Even if Barnes is the father, I won’t let him take them away from me. This is our future.
After we got home, the girls decided to take a trip to the store for some new clothes. Maddie had been complaining about nothing fitting anymore. She didn’t like my suggestion of just staying naked, in our bed, all day. She did blush so maybe she considered it for a moment, but she still wanted to be in public. That’s a bummer, but I did want her to show off that cute little bump that was starting to make its presence known.
I had work to do so I sat with Steve in my office for a couple of hours. As we were finalizing a shipment, Jensen comes running in. “Prez, we gotta go.”
I looked at him and I could see the panic all over his face. “Tek, what’s wrong?”
“Andie called. An ambulance is on the way to the hospital with Maddie and Ang.”
Steve and I jump up. “What?” I roared. “What happened?”
“Maddie collapsed in the dressing room. When she didn’t come out, Ang and Belle went to check on her and then called 9-1-1. Andie said she saw a man leave out the back door before she went to help with Maddie. Said he looked familiar but wasn’t sure who it was.”
“Fuck!” I ran my hands through my hair. “Ok, Tek, tell Curtis and Ari. Steve, get Doc and drive to the hospital.” I ran out of the door and climbed onto my bike.
a concept: trucker!Steve Rogers not having anywhere else to go on Christmas and he ends up at Diesel Dolls (Ransom Drysdale's strip club) where he meets... YOU.
pairing: trucker!steve rogers x stripper!female reader
summary: you're dancing at the club on christmas day when a man walks in, and you can tell right away that he's different from all the lonely schmucks you've met at Diesel Dolls. in fact, he has the potential of being something much more and turning your entire life upside down...
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dry humping/dry sex, lap dance, free use, dirty talk, light degradation, lots of dirty thoughts (including fantasies of oral sex [both m and f receiving]), light degradation, light objectification, bdsm dynamics, little bit of denial, check-ins, praise kink, pet names (doll, baby doll, angel), bit of an open-ended ending...
word count: 2.6k
a/n: i realized it's officially been a year since i posted any new fics in my Truckers Universe and it made me unbearably sad, so i started thinking about a Diesel Dolls dancer reader who's working on Christmas—and she meets trucker!Steve Rogers and they have some smutty fun 🤭 i'm still undecided on whether this is actually the story i go with for trucker!Steve and, if so, how it develops, but i had this idea and i ran with it. this is not edited to my usual standards and was written in a bit of a rush but i hope y'all enjoy anyway!
and merry christmas, ya filthy animals ❤️
Most establishments were closed on Christmas, but not Diesel Dolls. The strip club where you worked was open on Christmas day.
If anyone asked the owner, Ransom Drysdale would say it was because there were paying customers. But, if the whispers in the dressing room were to be believed, it was because the boss man didn’t have anywhere else to go for the holidays—which would mean you had something in common.
Truthfully, you didn’t mind working on Christmas. Since you didn’t have anyone special to spend the holiday with, you figured you might as well let the other girls get time with their families. Besides, it meant you could earn all the fat tips you could from the lonely schmucks who visited the club on Christmas day.
But he was different.
You knew it from the moment he walked into the club, all broad shoulders, narrow waist and golden hair pushed back from his ruggedly handsome face. Even from afar, you could tell that sitting atop his face, his beard nestled between your plush thighs, would be like sitting on the most pleasurable throne.
To your surprise—and delight—he made his way over to the little side stage where you were dancing after he did a quick perusal of the room. He lowered himself into the empty couch in front of you, and it was only because he was so close that you could see the hint of pink in his cheeks above his beard.
“Ma’am,” he offered by way of a greeting, adding a respectful dip of his chin.
Just that one word, spoken in the low rumble of his voice, had shivers skating down your spine; you didn’t have a hope of stopping the wicked smile that spread across your face.
Up until that moment, you’d been dancing lazily on your stage, but since you suddenly had an audience—one so hot and so clearly a little uncomfortable—you had the urge to show off a little.
Grabbing the pole at the center of your little circular stage, you spun around it, gathering speed before launching yourself into the air and flipping upside down. You used the man as an anchor to stop you from getting dizzy while you spun upside down, one leg curling around the pole while the other opened into a split.
Deftly maneuvering around, you flipped over again and slide down the metal pole, holding the man’s gaze all the while. When your knees touched down to the cold floor of the stage, you unwound your body from the pole and crawled over to the edge.
There, you sat back on your heels, spreading your thighs wide and throwing your shoulders back, pushing out your tits in your slutty little Santa costume. You couldn’t help but notice the way the man’s eyes roved over your body, sending even more delicious shivers racing down your spine.
“Merry Christmas, sir,” you purred in your most sultry voice, not having to work hard at all to bring it out. “Can I be your doll for the day?”
The discomfort that had cloaked the man’s shoulders like an ill-fitting sweater when he walked in seemed to melt away and he settled deep into the leather sofa where he sat, his legs spread wide as he took up all the space in front of your little stage.
His blue eyes sparked with something hot and hungry and a small smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth.
“Why don’t you come sit in my lap, doll,” he suggested, patting one of his thick thighs so enticingly, a buzzy kind of excitement bubbled through your body. “And tell me whether you’ve been naughty or nice this year.”
You didn’t have to be told twice. With an eagerness you hadn’t ever felt when talking to a client at the club before, you scrambled off the stage and slid into the man’s lap, a knee on either side of his hips, your hands braced on his shoulders.
“Oh, sir,” you purred, leaning forward to press your tits against his chest.
Your voice trailed off and you had to pause for a moment and suck in a breath to steady yourself when you felt his hard muscles against your soft curves, your mind going haywire with the sensory delight. To make matters worse, he smelled delicious, something spicy and earthy that you wanted to bathe in.
After a too-long moment, you remembered it was your job to be seducing him—not getting lost in the smell and feel of him when he hadn’t even touched you yet—and you picked up the thread of what you were saying.
“I think you’ll find I’ve been very naughty this year, sir, but if you’re good, I’ll be very nice and let you play with me all day long—I might even let you do whatever you want with me.”
The man’s chest shuddered against yours and the breath he let out was unsteady in the kind of way that sent a surge of power straight to your head. It was like taking a shot of whiskey, the way it hit your bloodstream and had an immediate effect, filling your head with hazy warmth.
“Steve,” he croaked, his voice sounding like it had been dragged over the gravel in the parking lot outside the clube. “I’m Captain Steve Rogers, but you can call me Steve.”
He was adorable, and if it wasn’t against the rules of the club, you might’ve been smitten with the man. As it was, you pushed all thoughts of the kind aside and used your hands on his shoulders to push yourself back. Your ass perched on his thick thighs as you gave him your name—only your first—and said, “Nice to meet you, captain.”
Effortlessly, you slid your hips forward until the soft center of your body met the hard length of Steve’s bulge and you settled your warm heat against him. You watched his eyes darken as you curved your spine, pressing your tits to his chest while keeping your gaze locked on his.
“Touch me, Steve,” you whispered, not intending to whine the words, but not being able to stop it. You ached for his touch more than anything you’d yearned for in a long time. “Play with me—please.”
Steve’s eyes were blisteringly hot on your face, and the smirk that curved his mouth was more than a little smug.
“Such a demanding little toy,” he chided lightly, his tone so patronizing, it made your toes curl in your sky-high heels. “Why don’t you show me what your sinful, slutty body can do, and we’ll see if you can earn the privilege of my touch.”
“Oh fuck,” you whispered under your breath, closing your eyes against the wave of incandescent heat that flooded your body at his words. Usually the clients that came into Diesel Dolls were all too eager to put their greedy paws on the girls, and the rule was that they weren’t allowed to unless a doll gave them permission.
You’d never had to work for a man’s touch before, and you found that you loved it. You wanted to prove yourself worthy of earning Steve’s hands on you, so you sank deeper into your body and began to work.
Before you could truly start, though, Steve’s eyes sharpened on your face, his brows furrowing so that a crease of concern formed. “Is this okay?” he asked, brushing the backs of his fingers gently over your cheek.
You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, humming a sound of pleasure. “It’s very okay, Steve, I’m okay.” You opened your eyes and stared deep into his. “Just—just keep doing what you’re doing. It’s hot.”
“Oh,” Steve said, the pinkness returning to his cheeks.
He traced his thumb along the edge of your cheek, something like reverence in his expression, before he got control himself. He settled back into the leather seat, his arms spread across the back of the couch.
His voice was impossibly gentle, and so at odds with his demeanor, when he said, “Whenever you’re ready, baby doll.”
“Thank you, Steve,” you murmured, giving him a soft, genuine smile.
It took you a moment to get your head back on straight. A part of your mind was still spinning, trying to keep up with the two sides of Steve Rogers—the soft sweet man who checked in on you, and the sinfully commanding captain whose touch you needed to earn.
God, it all made you want to earn his touch so bad.
Tentatively—much more tentatively than someone with your experience had any right to be—you began to roll your hips, pressing your soft cunt down on Steve’s hard bulge. You watched for his reaction and were gratified by the way his head fell back with a devastated groan.
A self-satisfied grin pulled up the corner of your mouth and you pressed down harder, spreading your thighs on the leather couch until your pussy was plastered against Steve’s cock through his jeans. You worked your soft mound up and down his hard length with the roll of your hips, grinding against him in slow, sultry movements that had him panting in a matter of moments.
“Is this a lump of coal in your pants, captain, or are you just happy to see me?” you purred playfully in Steve’s ear, taking a chance and nipping at the plush lobe. You were rewarded by the captain’s hips kicking up between your thighs, and the man making another tortured sound that sent heat curling in your lower belly.
“You’re really fucking good at this, baby doll,” Steve huffed, lifting his head to shoot you a half-hearted glare. There was exactly zero heat to the expression, though, since his gaze was hazy with lust. “Fuck, keep grinding on it like that, angel.”
His head lolled back against the couch again and you let out a giggle that was more delighted than sultry. “Language, captain,” you admonished him lightly, but did as you were told and kept grinding on his cock, sinking deep into the pleasure swirling like snowflakes through your body.
You were pressed so tightly against his bulge, you could feel his dick twitch in his pants, and you were thankful for the obvious feeling of his pleasure, because you were growing obscenely wet—wet enough that you were starting to worry he might begin to feel it.
“Shit, you feel so good, baby doll,” Steve groaned, the leather of the couch creaking as his fingers dug into the fabric, holding on tight enough that his knuckles were turning white. “Jesus christ—fuck.”
That time, your laugh was breathless with your own desire, which was rocketing up to impossible levels as you watched Steve come undone beneath you. If the man hadn’t already been sitting down with you in his lap, you were certain he’d have been brought to his knees—an image that seemed to stick in your mind like sugary icing.
You could see it so perfectly in your mind’s eye. Your back braced against the metal pole on your stage and Steve Rogers on his knees at your feet. You imagined his ruggedly handsome face pushing between your thighs and that sinfully sweet mouth devouring your cunt until you were riding his bearded face and coming apart on his tongue.
“Baby, ‘m gonna—oh fuck, fuck,” Steve growled, dragging you back to the moment where he was shuddering beneath you. Your body was plastered against his so throughly, you could feel the pleasure shivering through his sturdy form, ratcheting your own pleasure higher. “Oh god, ‘m gonna come, baby doll.”
The words set off something inside you and your body moved on instinct, wrapping yourself even tighter around the large man, clinging to him while you humped furiously against his cock. Your fingers tangled in his soft, golden brown hair as he lifted his head and buried his face in the curve of your neck, huffing your scent like a man possessed.
“Come for me, captain, use my slutty body to get off,” you murmured in his ear, your voice urgent and wicked. “I’m your toy, Steve, use me. Use me, use me, use me.”
It was too much for the man, and he let out a low shout, muffling the sound into your collarbone as he gathered you tightly in his arms. He held you so firmly, you were nearly crushed to his chest, but you didn’t mind, not with the way he was holding you still and grinding his cock relentlessly against your cunt.
“Fuck, baby doll, you’re fucking perfect—perfect fuck toy,” he muttered into your skin as he came, his words dissolving into a bone-ratting groan.
Steve’s cock twitched against your pussy while he kept grinding you down on his throbbing length, and it set you off. You did something you’d never done before—come in the club. Your body shivered and trembled in Steve’s arms, little moans of pleasure slipping past your lips despite your best efforts to keep quiet.
Together, you shuddered through your orgasms, Steve grinding into you from below and your body quivering uncontrollably in his lap.
Finally, the two of you came down from your releases, and you knew the moment Steve realized he was touching you, because his hands began to wander over your body. His palms were warm and calloused, and endlessly gentle as they learned the curves of your thighs, your waist, your ass.
“I guess I earned the privilege of your touch, huh, captain?” you asked playfully, leaning back and giving Steve a teasing smirk.
His answering grin was lopsided and more than a little goofy, which had your heart doing ill-advised somersaults in your chest. You couldn’t help it, though, the man looked so fucking good when he was wrecked by an orgasm—an orgasm you’d given him without even taking your clothes off or taking him in your mouth or your other holes. It gave you a newfound sense of pride that you didn’t fully understand.
“Baby doll, after that performance, you’ve earned more than my touch,” Steve said, his chest still heaving as he caught his breath. “You’ve earned my eternal devotion—I’ll do anything you want, angel.”
A slow smile curved the corners of your lips and you leaned into Steve, nuzzling your cheek against his beard, your lips teasing the shell of his ear. “How about you let me take you back into one of our private rooms, captain, and then you can make me work a little harder for that devotion.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he responded immediately, but his arm settled around your lower back, anchoring you to his body. He settled deeper into the couch, his eyes closing as his breathing evened out. “Just gimme a few minutes to recover and work up the courage to walk through the club with the mess I made of my jeans.”
“The mess we made,” you corrected him, earning a hum of acknowledgement and a flicker of smugness at the corner of Steve’s mouth. You giggled, and snuggled into his chest, tucking your face into his neck.
Steve fell into a light doze, and you were content to let him. Diesel Dolls was practically deserted, your boss, Ransom Drysdale, was holed up in his office while the other girls entertained the club’s other clients.
After all, you needed to plan. If you only had Steve Rogers for one day—and Christmas day at that—then you were going to make the most of it. He may have readily offered up his eternal devotion, but you were serious about doing much more to earn it.
And you thought you might start by getting on your knees between the captain’s thick thighs and cleaning up the mess you’d made together. Then you’d let him do whatever he wanted with you…
It was Christmas, and you were going to be the best toy you could be for Captain Steve Rogers.
Maybe, if you were good enough, he’d keep you all for his own.
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Song: I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me by Rockwell
Summary: Jack O’Malley is hired to retrieve a special formula from a professor at Standford. He didn’t expect to meet his dream girl at the same time.
Word Count: 3744
Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, smut...
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I’m not a bad guy.
I’m not really a good guy.
But I’ve never wanted something so much to make me the bad guy.
Until now.
From: Oracle
To: Finder
Re: New Job
Finder, have a new job. Our buyer is looking for a formula, called cold fusion power. Target is Dr. YN YLN, head of physics at Stanford. Get the formula from her. Payout to you is $5 Million.
Happy Hunting!
$5 Million.
For one of the easiest jobs, I’ve ever been given.
I popped the lollipop out of my mouth and smile. How hard would it be to charm a nerd and get what I need? I laugh to myself and open my search engine. I type in her name.
YN YNL
Doctor of Chemistry
Tenured Professor
Head of Chemistry department, Stanford.
Pretty smart, I said to myself. I read her resume, doctorate at 20, youngest department head in Stanford University history. Thesis on cold fusion as a new heating solution. Specialized in electrochemistry.
I click around until I find a photo. Her department photo shows me a frigid woman with a tight bun, glasses and no smile. I shudder. I hope there is another photo of her. I find one. It’s not a clear picture, just her profile as she is working with a student. This might make it more difficult to meet her, but the university website is so helpful. They list where her office is and her office hours. Perfect. I book my flight.
It will be like taking candy from a baby.
It’s bright in California. Don’t know how people can live without seasons. It’s fucking fall. Time for sweaters and lattes and shit. I watch as two girls in bikini tops and shorts walk across the campus. Then again, maybe I was quick to rush to judgement. The girls see me and give a flirty wave. I wink and keep walking. Maybe I’ll find them later.
I spend two weeks looking for the Professor. I hovered near the science building, noting everyone that comes in and out. One woman I only ever get her backside. I mean, it's a fantastic backside. I’ve seen her a few times, but I never clock her face.
Day 15 has me eating a slice of pizza across the lawn. I’m starting to lose hope that this professor actually works here. I’m looking her profile up to see where else she works when I hear the doors open. A woman comes out of the science building, hair tied up with a pencil, glasses pushed up to the top of her head, folders in hand. But instead of giving off a nerdy vibe, she’s giving naughty librarian. She dressed in a tank top and jeans and is looking at her phone. My brain has momentarily shut off as I watch her. She gets closer and then I see her eyes. Her beautiful fucking eyes that are leaving me speechless. Until I realize, she’s my target.
A Two birds' opportunity.
I casually walk so that I bump into her, making her drop the stuff in her arms. “Oh, God, sorry.” I bend to pick up her stuff with her.
“No, I’m sorry, I wasn’t...” she looks up at me and stops. Got her. “I... Umm...”
I give her a devilish smile. “Hi, I’m Jack.” I offer my hand to help her up.
“I... me... YNN... I mean...” She shakes her head. “Sorry. I’m YN.”
“It’s nice to meet you. Sorry for bumping into you. I was looking for the chemistry building.”
“Oh. Why?”
“I’m doing some research of a thermal nuclear concept for an article I’m writing, and I need to speak to a Professor YLN.”
“Oh,” she says again. “That’s me.”
I give her my “shocked” face. “Wow, what a coincidence! I’m a researcher for Chemical and Engineering News and there is a rumor going around that you are close to finding the formula for cold fusion.” Her face slightly pales. “My boss wants to do a profile piece on the fundamentals of cold fusion, but I do not understand any of it.”
“You’re not a scientist.”
“Uh, no, an intern. Trying to make my name in publishing but gotta pay my dues.”
She smiles. “I understand that. Well, I have a meeting right now.”
“How about coffee? Later today?” I give her all the charm. She flushes a soft pink that makes her look more angelic and I feel my cock twitch. She’s beautiful.
“Ok. My meeting is for about 90 minutes so how about,” she looks at her watch, “two hours at The Witching Bean?”
“Perfect.” I take her hand and kiss her knuckles. “See you there, Professor.” She turns and walks away, face looking a little dazed. Did I lay it on thick? Absolutely. Did I want to complete the job? Of course, $5 million is $5 million.
But did I want the beautiful professor as well?
Fuck yes.
I whistle as I walked, swinging her badge access around my finger.
I’m looking at my phone at the dossier that I had put together. I took an hour to search her office and make notes, check her computer for the formula but came up with nothing. She’s organized, so looking didn’t take long. I did take some time to come up with questions. I pulled that reporter shit out of my ass and I need to keep her off my original intention.
The door of the cafe twinkles and I look up to see her coming in, looking around the room. I wave and when she spots me, her face breaks out in a brilliant smile. “Sorry I’m late,” she says as she sits.
“You’re not late. I’m just incredibly early. How was your meeting?”
She grimaces. “Long. It could have been an email.”
“I hate when they do that. Can I get you something?”
“Tea, please.” She flashed me a soft smile that is just as perfect as her blush. I get up to order and when she is looking away, I adjust myself. This girl has a spell on me. I shake it off; I need to focus on the task at hand. The formula. I bring back her drink and open my notebook. I go through some of the questions I was able to come up with and she answered animatedly. She is passionate about her work. When she sees that I am quiet and staring at her, she flushes again. “Sorry, I total just geeked out on you.”
“I love it.” She looks at me surprised. “Your passion is something I can explain to the editor and writer.” I open a new page. “Are you close to solving the problem?”
She looks around and then pulls out some note cards. She lays them out and I just see what looks like a jumble of letters and symbols. “This is the formula but it’s not in order yet. I have to figure that part out so that I can run the experiment of cold fusion.” Her eyes show her excitement. “This could be free energy to the world.”
“Why the note cards?”
She demonstrated moving the cards into place studies them and then moves them again. “There is a special way to make it work but I haven’t figured out the right combination.” She hears the door and pulls the notecards off the table. “But I don’t have the time to sit and review.”
“You should make it happen.”
She snorts. “Thank you, Captain Obvious. Short of me being kidnapped, I have so many obligations that it just keeps getting pushed.”
I frowned. “That sucks.”
“Yeah. But it is what it is, right?”
“Absolutely.”
The next couple of weeks consist of me having little “meetings” with her. I check her bag when she gets up but I’m not having any fucking luck finding the notecards. On the latest date, I decided I need to take things a step further. We are back in the coffee shop and she’s explaining some scientific principle that I don’t understand and I don’t want to. To help with the interest, I keep picturing her in just her panties, at the board, teaching and every time she calls on me, I get to do something sexy with her. When I hear her finish, I refocus.
I look down. “I think I got everything I needed.” I close the notebook and then look up at her. I give her the eyes. The eyes that say, “I’m in awe of you.” She blushes a little and fuck do I want to see that expression while I am eating her pussy. Time for the performance of a lifetime, O’Malley. “But I would love to see you again.”
Her eyes are wide with surprise. “Really?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I do. I love talking with you and you are beautiful. Let me take you to dinner.”
She swallows and then smiles. “OK.”
I beam at her, “great. Umm, here,” handing my phone. “Put your number in and I can let you know where. How about tomorrow night?”
“That sounds great.” She enters the number and then send a text. “So I can have your number too,” she says shyly. She looks at her watch. “Oh man, I have to go. I have a night lab to teach.”
“I’ll call you.” We stand and hug. I slip a tracker into her bag.
As I walk back to my car, I send a message from my regular phone.
Jack: I need a favor.
Callum: What kind of favor?
Jack: I need to get kidnapped.
The Italian restaurant I picked has soft lighting and good smells. It’s perfect. I walk in with my hand on YN’s back and pull her chair for her. She’s wearing a black dress that hugs her curves and gives me wicked ideas. “You look stunning, Professor.”
“Thanks, but you don’t have to call me Professor.”
“Ok, then, sweetheart, you look beautiful.”
She gives me that shy smile again. “You look good too.” She picks up the menu, and she slides her glasses on. Holy fuckballs, she is even cuter with the glasses. I need to stop thinking of all the ways I could bend her body as I fuck her and concentrate to the here and now.
Our conversation flows and we laugh at stupid stuff. After I pay for dinner, call it a business expense, we take a stroll down the street. I take her hand, and we walk through a park.
“This is one of my favorite spaces,” she gushes. “I walk through here when I need to think about a problem or just to clear my mind.”
“It is peaceful,” I agreed with her. “I could write here.”
She beamed. “Exactly. That’s what...” she cut off as a black van pulled up right next to us. She grips my jacket. “Jack?”
Three masked men jumped out of the van and grabbed for me. “YN! Run!” She turned to run but she wasn’t quick enough. “Jack!” She screamed. I struggled against the guys until I felt a pain on my skull and the world went black.
Ow.
Fuck, my head hurts. I struggled to open my eyes, the light hurting my eyes. I got a migraine. Fucking Cal. I raised my head slowly, groaning from the pain. That’s when I heard a muffled noise. I cleared my vision enough to see YN seated across from me, tied to a chair, mouth gagged. “YN,” I said.
The tears kept streaming down her face as she tried to reply. I tested my arms, and they are tied behind me. “Ok, sweetheart, you need to try and calm yourself. I’m going to figure out how to get us out of here. Nod if you understand.” She nods and I work on the knot around my hands. It has a quick release knot but I fake it taking me a long time.
“And what do you think you are doing?” I look up to see a tall, broad Samoan looking dude glaring at me. He reaches down like he’s untying my hands and then lifts me to my feet. “Now, you must be the scientist’s boyfriend. My boss needs answers so you and I are going to have a chat.” He yanked me from the room while YN’s muffled screams rang in my ear and the door slams.
“Oh, fuck you Callum,” I told my partner as I rubbed my wrists. “Did you have to knock me out?”
“Wasn’t me but I found your kidnapping quite peaceful with your trap shut.” He gives me a big smile.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, what’s the plan?”
“We’re gonna fake you being beaten up. Gather sympathy from the girl. Then I’ll come in and threaten your life if she doesn’t give up the formula.”
“And if she doesn’t?” He cocked back the gun and fired, causing me to duck and cover for a second. “What the hell?!”
“Rubber bullets dipshit. They will have a blood bag at the end so get your acting skills in place,” he smirked at me. “Now, let me punch you a few times so this shit is believable.”
“I really don’t think...” I’m cut off as Cal lands one in my gut, doubling me over, gasping for air. He punches me in the face and then sweeping my feet, so I hit the ground hard. “Fuck... you...” I wheezed.
“This was your plan, Jack. I’m just executing it.”
Cal’s goons drag me back into the room with YN. Her head is tilted down, eyes closed. Cal strides in and moves towards YN. He crouches in front of her and moves a piece of hair out of her face. “Wake up, Professor.” Her eyes fluttered open and when she focuses on Cal, she tries to jump back. “Whoa, hey, take it easy. We brought your boyfriend back.”
She looks at me. Cal removed the gag and she cries out, “Jack!”
“YN! It’s ok, everything will be ok.” I groan in pain as one of the goons slaps me across the face.
“Very touching.” Cal sneers. “Professor, you have something I want.” She shakes her head. “Yes, you do. My client is very interested in your equation. So, this is what we are going to do: either you give me the formula, or I put a bullet into your boyfriend’s head.” Cal points his gun to my temple.
No matter if its random or planned, having a gun pointed at your head will make you sweat. “YN, sweetheart, don’t give him anything. It’s ok, I promise.”
“Jack, no, I...”
“Don’t.”
“Ok,” Cal says as he loads a bullet into the chamber. “1, 2...”
“I’ll do it!” YN screams. “I’ll give it to you but there is a problem.”
“What problem?”
“It’s not complete. I haven’t completed it.” YN breathes hard. I can see her pulse jumping from the vein in her neck. “I need to finish it.”
“How long?” Cal asked.
“A couple of hours.”
“Fine.” Cal lowers his weapon, and I let out the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. “Two hours. But your boyfriend comes with me.”
“No! I need him here,” she cries. “If you take him, the deal is off. And I’ll burn everything.”
Cal looks at me. I give the subtlest of nods. “Fine.” He cuts her loose then me, “get started Professor.”
As soon as the goons and Cal leave the room with a slam of the door, YN jumps up and runs into my arms. Knocking us to the floor. I groaned in pain but wrapped my arms around her. “You’re so stupid, YN. I’m not worth it.”
She pulled back and cupped my face. She inspected the bruise on my jaw before looking me in the eye. “Yes, you are,” she whispers before she kisses me.
My body exploded in heat just from the touch of her lips. I deepened the kiss, tasting her. She was sweet, like honey and strawberries. She’s addicting. I pull her to have her straddle me, and I can feel how hot she is; my cock reacting to the warmth of her center. I pull her back. “Baby, fuck, I want to keep going but he’s going to be back and expecting a formula.”
She’s breathing hard but smiles. “I have the answer. I just need to put the cards in order.” She kisses me again and this time, I lose myself in her kiss.
I want to keep her.
I stand up with her in my arms, wrapping her legs around me. Cal set up this room with a computer, chairs and a bed. I lay her down and hold myself over her. Her eyes are wide, nervous. “YN, are you sure? Because we barely know each other and...”
“We might die today,” she finishes. “I don’t want to die with regret. Please Jack, fuck me to forget.”
I didn’t expect this part. I figured she would cling to me, maybe kiss me. But not this.
I snort in my head. Ok, I might have been aiming for this.
I grind down into her and she gasped. I use that to kiss her again. I haven’t dry humped since I was in high school. I move over to neck, nipping and sucking on that spot behind her ear. I know I have gotten it right when a low moan escapes her. I run one hand into her hair and use it to tilt her head more. I kiss down her neck to the top of her dress.
“Jack,” she whines. Fuck do I love the sound of her voice. “Jack, please.”
Fuck it. I yank down the top of her dress, popping off the straps. I push the cup of her bra underneath her tits to push them up. Her breath is heaving, and I just need my fill. I take one of her hard nipples in my mouth and suck. She cries out as I bite the sensitive flesh. Her moans are in my ear, her body withering underneath me. I switch to the other nipple and work my hand under her dress. Her panties are damp with arousal. I smile around the bud before lifting the skirt to her waist. “Can I taste you, sweetheart?”
She nods but that just won’t do. “Use your words like a good girl, YNN.”
Her eyes brightened at the praise. I file that away and watch her again. She swallows. “Yes.”
I smile. “Good girl.” I kiss her swiftly before making my way down to her pussy. I saw the wet patch on the cotton and pressed my nose to it. “God, you smell divine, sweetheart.” I licked the cotton, her arousal coating my tongue. “Hmm... you taste even better.” Without ceremony, I ripped off the panties and shoved them in my pocket. She squeaked and I laughed. I flatten my tongue and lick her from hole to clit. She squeals at the sensation.
I suck and lick until I can feel her body start to shake and quiver. Her cries start to get louder, and I reach up to cover her mouth. “Shh... baby you are going to get us caught.”
“I don’t care.” She pulls my mouth to hers and licks at her taste still on my lips. God, it’s so fucking hot. I pull my mouth away and unbuckle my pants. She helps push my jeans and boxers over my hips. I grabbed for my wallet and pulled the condom. She took it from me and put it on. Slowly. Torturally slow.
“Can’t wait anymore,” I pant as I spread her legs and rubbed my cock head onto her slit, making sure I hit her clit.
“Jack, please, ahh!” She screamed as I bottomed out into her, her pussy gripping tight around me.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. I gave her a moment before I started to move in her. Her nails dig into my back as I moved faster and faster. Her noises got louder and louder until I felt her pulse around me, eyes rolling back. “Give it to me. Give me your pleasure. Soak my cock with your delicious cream, baby.”
“Jack!” She detonated around me, and it sends me over the edge, filling the condom. I collapse on her, shifting enough not to crush her, breathing hard. I kiss her forehead, damp with sweat.
“Can I keep you?” I whisper. She smiles against my shoulder, and I know that I now have the money and the girl.
After we clean up, she gets to work and solves her equation. “I got it,” she whispered. “What will the world think that I gave this away?”
“That you had to protect yourself.” I brush some hair off of her face. “Once they know about the kidnapping, they will understand. Plus, you can still give it to world once we get out of here.”
The door slams open and Cal walks back in. I stand and pull her behind me. “Do you have it?”
I hand it over to him. He takes it and smiles. “We’ll test it first.” He walks out and I can feel her crying behind me.
“It’s ok, sweetheart. We’re gonna be just fine.”
Unknown POV
I watch the news spreading about the formula. Free energy for all. I need a message.
Unknown: Thank you. Transfer sent.
Oracle: A pleasure doing business
Unknown: This can never be confirmed.
Oracle: Of course.
I smile as I look at the board. Picture after picture of the target, walking around, in the apartment. This is over, I tell myself. I take down everything and burn it. I can get new pictures. I always get what I want because I’m a genius.
“Babe, I’m back!”
So what if I had to spend my own money to make it happen. I smile at the last picture. He’ll never know.
I shut the door to my private office and lock it. Jack rounds the corner and smiles. “There you are. Whatcha doing?” He pops his lollipop into his mouth.
“Nothing much, just cleaning up my notes. I will have to give lots of presentations in the future.”
“Oh, Professor YLN is coming out.” He pins me to the wall. “I can’t wait to see you in a suit, sweetheart. I bet its sexy.”
“You’ll have to tell me.”
He walks me backwards towards my bedroom and I drop the last picture. Of the day we official met.
I take what I want.
And what I wanted was Jack O’Malley.
Who cares that I used his services to get him to me.
Summary: Drinking alone at a dive bar, after the surprise of a lifetime, is where you find yourself. But the resident therapist decides that you are his next "patient"...
Warnngs: excessive drinking, cheating (but not by the Reader or Frank), language, implied smut
Song: Love the Way You Lie by Eminem and Rhianna
Word Count: 2003
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A bolt of lightning flashes in the sky and the bar windows illuminate. At least the weather matches your mood. You down your second glass of scotch, wishing you had stuck to vodka, like normal but needing the harder stuff right now, the amber liquid doing the trick. You looked at your hands, the engagement ring still shinning. You take it off and spin it on the bar top. The diamond flips around and you scoff. When the hell did you get here? The bartender slides another glass in front of you. You look up. “From the guy at the end of the bar.”
You looked it up and see a guy who salutes you. The lights make it difficult to see his features other than the green army looking jacket he had one. You raise the glass in thanks and take a sip, not really paying attention to your sponsor. You go back to staring at the ring that has stopped spinning on the counter. Fitting that it pointed away from you, as if it’s meant to lead you to a different direction.
“That can’t be a good sign,” you hear next to you. You look up to see a handsome man, blue eyes, dark fluffy hair and what looked like the right amount of scruff on his face. He’s gorgeous, a mistake waiting to happen, walking sex, you could go on. But it’s the smirk on his face that is doing it for you.
“What makes you say that?” Curiosity won out on why he would say that.
“No woman I know, who has been given a ring that size, ever takes it off. So, it can’t be good. My guess? He cheated on you.” He looks triumphant in his diagnosis.
It’s like being shot, the pain that radiated now from your heart. But it triggers a vicious response. “Wow aren’t you a fucking mind reader,” you spat. Just hearing the words out loud gripped your chest in pain.
“Whoa, sorry.” His smile falls and he could see your eyes glass over. “Fuck, I didn’t realize that I would hit it on the head.”
You look at him and he looks at you with concern swirling in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.
He takes a seat next to you. He leans on his arm, holding up his head. “Want to talk about it?”
“Not really, but it seems like if I don’t, I’ll just explode over everyone. I’m YN.” You offer a hand, trying to be polite when this night should have allowed you to just be a bitch.
“Frank,” he took your hand to shake it. “Resident bar therapist at your service.” The smirk returns.
You snort at his title but give a half smile. “Well Frank, I just walked in on my best friend blowing my fiancé while his mouth was still shiny from what I assume was the last meal he ate.” You threw back the drink at the memory, forever ingrained in your mind. He was on the couch you bought, she had been on her knees, and you assumed his dick was hitting the back of her throat. You shuddered at the memory but you were blunt, not holding back. Guess the alcohol started working.
“Holy shit.” Frank had his eyes wide opened. He swallowed and signaled the bartender. “Another round please.” Christ, he knew you needed another if he needed another from just hearing that one sentence.
“You got it Frank,” the bartender replied. He set down two more tumblers and poured in the scotch.
“So, you are a regular,” you say to him. The words slurred slightly but not enough for anyone to notice.
“Thought I was a liar?” He couldn’t blame her. He was, after all, a perfect stranger.
“Thought you were just trying to get into my pants.” It looks like it was a brutally honest night for you, the bitch filter in full force. And what did you have to lose? You just lost your home, your best friend and your fiancéall in one night. You really had nothing left to lose.
Frank showed a hint of anger but only in his eyes. After hearing what he heard, he knows you had every right to be angry, but not him. “Wow, I know you’ve had a shitty day from the sounds of it but no need to be rude.”
“You’re right. Jesus Christ, I’m sorry.” You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “But you have no idea what I’m going through. I have no home to go to. I would go to my best friend’s but that’s out. So right now, I need to find a hotel so I can cry alone and start to put my life back together.” It was time to get away. You had done enough damage to yourself and to this handsome stranger. Solitude was needed. You stood up from the bar with a wobble. Ok so maybe the four scotches were too much. You attempted to get your coat on over your black dress.
Frank watched you struggle for a minute, but he absorbed the skin he could see. The curve of flesh around the top of your dress, the bottom of your dress as it skimmed the top of your knees. The dress was demur, elegant but had a level of sexiness that was rarely seen in women today. He was mesmerized until he saw you wobble again.
“Hey, I’ve got you.” Frank grabbed your arms to steady you. He didn’t know what made him say the next part. “I’ve got a spare room. I know I’m a stranger, but it locks and its free.”
“Yeah, ok,” you mumble as you start to walk towards the door. You didn’t pay attention to what you agreed to but it sounded ok.
“YN, YN, wait.” Frank grabbed his coat and keys. “How about something to eat? So you don’t hurt as much tomorrow.”
Food sounded good. Something to make sure you had something to throw up once you got home. “Sure.”
Frank guided you to the diner next door, the rain down to a drizzle. He sat you in the booth and ordered a couple of cups of coffee and some fries. “Fries and coffee?” you questioned.
“Would a coke be better?”
“For fries, yeah. Coffee and cake are perfect mates. Fries and coke are perfect mates. Fries and coffee are complete opposites.” You stop and try to swallow your tears. The analogy hitting home. “Just like me and Jake. Total opposites.”
Frank moved back over to your side of the table and put an arm around you. “Jake is an idiot.”
“Or am I? I mean I let him put this rock on my finger.” You wiggle your hand as the waitress sets some water on the table.
Frank slides the ring off of your hand to look at it. He pulls one of the glasses of water towards you, urging you to drink it as he inspected the offending jewelry. “It is big, I’ll give you that. But he’s an idiot to let a beautiful woman like you get away.” He slides the ring back on but you immediately take it off and leave it on the table.
“A charmer,” you reply with a smile. “I like it.” You down the water, relishing in the coolness it brings your throat.
Frank gives you a deep laugh. “Possibly.” He took out a vape pen and you looked. “Are you ok with this?”
“With a vape? Sure.” You like that he at least asked. Most don’t.
“Not just, a little weed to help with the come down.” Frank has a twinkle in his eye, a test to see if this minx could handle him. He rewarded quickly.
“Fuck it, I don’t care. Caring too much got me where I am.” You grabbed the pen and took a hit, the smoke filing your lungs but not in a burning way.
“Ok there, spontaneous girl. Let’s not do anything stupid.” Frank took the pen from you. You turned to face him.
“I’ll do what I want.” You heard yourself sound like a whiny brat but it only drew a bigger smile on Frank’s face. He went to caress your cheek with his knuckle. He knows what he is doing but if you said stop he would. Because in the end, he wanted to see you again.
“And what do you want YN?” He said it almost in a whisper, just enough for you to hear, feel his hot breath on your lips. The sensation was something you hadn’t felt before. The intimacy that you had been craving for months.
But you thought about your answer. What is it you wanted? And you knew. “Right now? Hurt Jake as much as he hurt me.” If you had to be in pain, then he should be in it too.
Frank cradled your head slightly, looking into your eyes. “I could help.”
“How?” It was a simple question with an infinite number of answers.
“With this,” and he kissed you, soft at first, but getting his tongue in when you moan at the gentleness of his kiss, getting a taste of you. He pulled away. “You taste like scotch, coke, and smoke. Its delicious,” he says against your lips.
You smile at the explosion you were feeling, mainly down in your belly and starting to soak you panties. “I don’t know how this hurts Jake but I’m ok with it,” you say.
“What does he look like?”
What an insane question but you would do anything for this man. This man you had you where he wanted with just his words and his mouth. “Buzz cut, glasses, medium build, why?”
“Is that him?” He points to the window, with that delicious smirk.
And you see him. Jake, looking right at you, anger radiating from his expression. “That’s him,” you whispered.
“Good.” And Frank cups your neck to bring your face to his and gives you a filthy kiss, tongue invading your mouth. Its dirty, its intense and it makes you want to fall in bed with this man. He pulls back and sees your eyes still closed. He pecks your lips and then your nose and you open your eyes. You don’t look away from Frank. You can’t.
“So, you just gonna hook up with someone else?”
You finally turn to see Jake at your table, Frank in between you, his arm still around you. “Surprise Kristen didn’t last longer. I figured I could get my shit in the morning.”
Jake can see the pain in your eyes. He knows you saw; his eyes had barely opened from the pleasure he had been receiving when he saw you whirl around and back out the door. “YN, I…”
“Save it. Please, kindly fuck off.” You turn to Frank. “Is that bed still available?” Jake didn’t need to know that it was a spare bed. But that wasn’t what you were aiming for. He was right; Frank did help you hurt him.
“Sure is, baby girl.” He kisses your neck as he throws some bills on the table and takes your hand. “I’ll take you straight to bed, gorgeous,” he whispered but loud enough for Jake to hear.
Jake grabs your hand. “YN, we have to talk about this.”
You pull roughly away. “If you were unhappy, that was the time to talk. You fucked my best friend. You took the only other person in my life away from me. I’ll be by in a few days for my stuff. Oh,” as you grab the ring off the table, “I’m keeping this. Should help me pay for having to restart my life. I hope you and Kristen are happy together.” Pocketing the ring, you turn into Frank, who wraps his arms around you. “Take me away,” you whisper.
Frank smiles, a little cocky at the shit stain who let this beautiful creature go. “Jake, was it? Have a nice night.”
I always though when you found "the one" life would be perfect. My life was perfect. I had a great job, a beautiful house and a handsome husband. Yes, my life was perfect.
Turns out I was wrong.
After a catastrophic event, Madeline Barnes goes on the run and finds herself at a bar, trying to forget her pain and wallow in sorrow.
But she also found herself back into the sights of a man who knows her but she doesn't know him.
As Maddie recalls her relationship with her husband, she begins an affair with the gorgeous president of the Rebel Sons Motorcycle Club. The same man who saw her seven years before and won't let go of this second chance.
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This is a rewrite of the one-shot "A Second Chance" but with the names added. Original chapters will follow.
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WARNINGS: smut! (oral M & F, PinV, Masturbation, etc.) cheating (by both parties) divorce, pregnancy, verbal abuse, violence.
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Six Weeks Later – King County Superior Court, Seattle
Maddie
No one ever tells you how boring court is. On TV, its look like it's a five-minute hearing and then over. Nope, all lies. I’ve been sitting with my family for the last two hours, waiting for our turn. My brother, Alex, reviews the petition for divorce, making sure that we have everything. My knee bounces and my hands are gripping the bottom of my dress. Fingers pulled my hand open and the other settled on my knee. I looked up at Andy. He gave me a soft smile and then kissed my forehead. “Breathe, Angel.”
“I’m just so nervous.”
“I know, but your brother has it in hand. We reviewed everything. You are still not showing so he won’t know. Relax sweetheart, think about the bambino.”
That’s what Andy has started to call the baby. Bambino. I love it.
“Relax sis, I had a great assistant in Andy.” Alex flashed me his trademark smile. “I’m going to do everything I can to keep you safe and protected, ok?” He gave me a fist and I bumped it. Alex is my younger brother, but he was my protector growing up. Bullies, mean girls, anyone who messed with his sister would feel his wrath. He is feeling particularly murderous toward my soon to be ex-husband. They were close and he feels betrayed. All he asked from James was to respect and protect me.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s pissed at me too. He was disappointed in my actions after the fact. He likes Andy, just doesn’t like how I went about it.
“Barnes vs Barnes?” An assistant calls from the door. I get up and take Andy’s hand as Alex leads the way. At the bar, Andy kisses my hand and let’s Alex guide me to a seat. James and his lawyer come in next and he glowers at me. I peak back and see Andy scowling. I look to the other side of the courtroom and saw the same men that joined James before. I swallowed and faced the judge.
“Alright, let’s have order," the judge said. "Is the petitioner here?”
“Yes, your honor,” Alex said, standing. “Alexander Adams, council for the petitioner, Madeline Adams-Barnes. A copy of the petition and offer of settlement are on your desk for you reference and review.”
“Thank you. Is the respondent here?”
“Yes, your honor.” I looked at over to see a sharp looking blonde man in a crisp suit. He looked over at me with a smirk and a wink. I turned back to the front. “Harvey Specter, for the respondent, James Barnes. We have received their offer and request to have this go to mediation. We are also requesting marriage counseling in hopes of a reconciliation.”
The judge looks at both requests and then takes off his glasses. “Mrs. Barnes, do you feel that there is a chance of reconciliation?”
I looked at Alex and he nodded, giving me the ok to speak. “No, your honor, I don’t.”
“May I ask why not?”
“I walked in on my husband in bed with another woman. It’s my understanding that they had an agreement in place. Meeting times and places.” My voice wobbled and tears were building behind my eyes. I didn’t want to cry. Not in front of him. I didn’t want to show weakness. Problem is that my hormones were all over the place. I wanted Andy’s hand in mine, his words in my ear, telling me that everything would be ok.
The judge looked at me with sympathy. “I see.” He read over everything again. “I am ordering mediation for the division of assets. As for alimony...”
“Your honor, if I may,” Harvey Spencer interrupted. “The petitioner is not disclosing that she has also participated in an affair and therefore is not entitled to any alimony from my client.”
Alex stood. “Her new relationship is not relevant as it happened after she discovered Mr. Barnes’s affair. It is understood that the marriage failed at that point. She makes significantly less than Mr. Barnes and is so entitled to alimony.”
“Alright,” the judge said. “What is the difference between the two salaries?”
“It’s amount $1500 a month, your honor,” Alex said.
“Ok, Mrs. Barnes?” I swallowed. “Are you in a new relationship?”
“Yes.”
“Does your new partner offer room and board?”
My lip trembled. “Yes.”
“Ok.” He pulled on a calculator. “I am ordering temporary alimony in the amount of $600 a month to Mrs. Barnes. This will be revised if mediation is successful and a final decree is set to be issued. Anything else?”
“Yes,” Alex says standing back up. “We would like to have a protection order be placed for Miss Adams.”
Harvey looked indignant. “On what grounds?”
“Mr. Barnes has made threats against my client and her family. Promising that he would take her away and make her regret leaving him.”
“What the fuck?” I hear James mutter. Harvey gives him a look that makes James frown even more and sit back in is seat. He throws a murderous look at Andy and then at me.
“Your honor, this is a gross exaggeration. Mr. Barnes is just passionate about his family and protective of his wife. He just wants to care for her.”
Alex argues, “Protective? Yelling and grabbing is protective? Bringing unknown men to help bring her home. Men that had weapons.”
“You fucking bitch? If you had just let me explain!” James jumps up and roared.
“Silence! Mr. Spector please control your client!” The judge banged his gavel and then looked at me. I could feel a tear running down my cheek. “Clearly, the respondent is... passionate about his family. However, threats and slurs will not be tolerated. I am ordering a protective order for Mrs. Barnes, effective immediately. Mr. Barnes, you are ordered to stay 500 feet or more from your wife, all communications are to go through your legal representative. That is in place until this is over.”
“Your honor...”
“Mr. Spector, that is my decision. If the division of assets is fair and I hear good things from the mediator, we can revisit the order. If nothing else,” he waited a beat, “we are adjourned.” The gavel slammed and I jumped a little.
“Ok, Maddie, I will negotiate with Harvey and set up the mediation. It should be in a couple of weeks. Please don’t let this worry you.” Alex kissed my forehead. “Go and I meet up with you at the house.”
“Ok.” My lip still trembled. I turned to Andy, who enveloped me in a hug. “Andy...”
“I know Angel, I know. We'll get through this.” Someone cleared their throat, and I pulled away from Andy and turned to see James and his lawyer standing behind me. “What do you want?” Andy practically growled.
“Easy there, guy,” the lawyer said. “I just wanted to introduce myself since I came in late. Harvey Spector.” He offered his hand and I took it. I put my chin up. “Madeline Adams,” I said defiantly.
James glared. “You are still Madeline Barnes, doll. Deal with it.”
“I am dealing with it. I’m divorcing your ass.” I wanted to slap him on his smug face. I took a step, and both my brother and Andy grabbed a hold of me.
“Well, Barnes didn’t tell me you were so spirited,” Harvey said with a wink. “I look forward to our negotiations, Mrs. Barnes.”
I know that asshole just used my married name to piss me off. But before I can say anything, Alex steps in. “Spector, direct anything else to me. My client will not be speaking to you or your client. Let’s go Maddie.” He guided me out of the court room.
Back at the clubhouse, I look longingly at the whiskey Andy is having. I sigh and look at my boyfriend. Jake places a milkshake in front of me. I look up at him. “You can’t have the hard stuff but that doesn’t mean you can’t have some good stuff. Vanilla and strawberry Queenie. Don’t look so glum, sugar plum.” He laughs at himself as he heads back to the bar. I look at his girl, Andie.
“What?” She shrugs. “He is fantastic in bed.”
“Fuck ya I am,” I hear him call from the bar and Andie winks. It makes me giggle which is a new feeling.
I’m 16 weeks pregnant and just feel blah. I haven’t wanted more than cuddles at this point. Andy has been jacking off in the shower to get relief. I caught him once and he said he would do anything to make sure I knew he was loyal to me and our relationship. “You’ll want me again, angel, and when you do, I will be ready for you.”
I take a sip of my milkshake, and Steve and Ang’s kids run in. They have three, two boys and a girl. The little girl, Daniella, comes running up to Andy and climbs into his lap. “Uncle Andy, can we have a tea party?” She batted her big blue eyes at him. He sighed but smiled. “Sure, princess, let’s have a tea party.”
I watched as four grown men, Andy, Steve, Jake and Ari, set up the table for Dani and her bunny to sit and have “tea.” More like juice that Jake got from Curtis along with some cookies. Dani rattled on about her day. The guys were all focused on her. I had never been more attracted to my man, so much so that I needed to take him upstairs.
“Andy,” I called over. He looked at me, and I smiled and bit my bottom lip. He was up in a flash. “Uh, Dani girl, I need to take care of something with Auntie Maddie. I’ll be back in a little bit.”
“Okay, Uncle Andy.” She turned back to her dad and uncles, explaining why Bunny needed a real bunny to play with.
“She is going to wear her father down,” Andy said with a chuckle as he guided me upstairs. Midway up, I stopped turned and fisted Andy’s shirt, bringing his lips closer to mine. He immediately wrapped his hands around me, one on my hip, the other in my hair. We were devouring each other, the many weeks of missing intimacy overwhelming us.
“Fuck this,” Andy said before scooping me into his arms and walking faster to our room as I nibbled on his neck. “God, Angel, I’m rock hard.”
“Good.”
He gently lowers me onto our bed, holding himself over me.
“I love you.”
It came from nowhere. This declaration. But I know it's true because I feel it as well.
Andy
I told her. I fucking told her that I am in love with her. Her eyes are wide in surprise. Fuck, did I screw this up? But then I hear it, her soft whisper of a voice.
“I love you, Andy.”
I cannot contain my smile. This girl, this woman, the woman I had longed for, obsessed with for seven long years, is in love with me. The bastard son, the president of a motorcycle club. She is pure and light and I am the darkness. But nothing, nothing will take her and our baby away.
I ease her jeans down, her top over her head and stared at my girl in her lace and satin. She’s gorgeous. But I notice something about her. I kiss her neck and down her torso until I reached the bump on her belly. It’s small, just a slight swell. My child is in there.
I kiss around the swell, lavishing hot, wet kisses to her skin, before I make it to my destination. I don’t have the patience to tug off this lousy excuse of lace called panties. I just move it aside and lick at her center. Her body arches and I feel feral. Only I can make her do this and that realization makes me smug as fuck.
“Oh God, Andy, Andy I can’t,” she cries as I slurp up her pussy. I shoved two fingers into her, earning me a scream. I missed her so much these last fewweeks.
“Yes, you can, Angel, c’mon, cum for me.” She clenched so hard around my fingers, her body withered and thrashed before she finally detonated around me. I pumped my finger in and out until she finally collapsed on the bed. I licked my fingers and hummed. “So good, baby girl. But we are not close to being done yet.”
She gave me a sleepy smile. “Good.”
James
I stare at the glass in front of me, rage rolling off of me. How could she do this to me? How could she tell lies to the court and now I can’t even talk to her. I can’t win her back.
At least, not conventionally.
“I would let this play out for a while,” Harvey said, closing his briefcase. “Violating the protection order would be stupid to say the least.” He gives me a look. “If you approach her, you could lose the house, the business, everything. Don’t. Be. An. Idiot.”
“Yeah.” I stand and walk him out, shaking his hand before closing the door. I look at where our pictures used to be. I haven’t had a chance to reprint them and hang them again.
“What are we going to do then, cupcake?” Lloyd pops the lollipop in his mouth and smiles. “Because I know that you aren’t going to be letting this go.”
Robert laughs. “Bucky letting things go is as likely as me wanting to make “love” to someone.” He sneers at the word “love.”
“Fuck you.” I start to pace, and I think what I can do. I can’t just go up to her anymore. But something is wrong. My gut has a feeling that I don’t have all of the information. “We’re missing something,” I tell them. “She’s never been that weepy before.”
“Maybe Barber has broken her,” Lloyd comments absently. “Whoa!” He yells as I pull my gun and put it in his face.
“Say that again and I will give you another hole in your head.” He swallows and nods and I put my gun down. “I’m missing something,” I muttered.
“We could set up surveillance,” Robert offers. “We could put a guy on the clubhouse, her work. It’s not you so it doesn’t violate anything.”
“Nah, that’s too dangerous. They could say it’s intimidation.”
“We’ll get Lucas and Sid on this. They can keep watch.”
I growled at that. “You tell them that they need to keep out of sight. Spooking her will ruin the fuck out of this.” I took a breath. “While they keep eyes on her, we need to get the plan together.”
Robert smiled sadistically. “Planning what?”
I threw back the rest of my drink. “How to bring my wife back home.”
Summary: He's been away from the sport for 2 years. He has 24 races to prove he belongs here. There are two things that could derail this: his family and her.
She's the one thing he is willing to push to the limit for.
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Future Warnings: references to a partner's death, cheating (but not by the MCs,) alcohol consumption, SMUT!, angst, racing incidents, language, grief, etc.
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Monday after the race – Monza Italy
Maya
I shouldn’t have ran. I should have stayed and fought for our relationship. I should be with Johnny. The man I love with every fiber of my being.
Instead, I am wallowing in my room in London. I’m staring at the ceiling, wondering how everything went so wrong. From everything that we have talked about, Johnny never seemed like the cheating type. Playboy, yes, when he was single. But when he was with Molly, he was devoted. I could tell by the story he told and how hard it was for him to admit his feelings for me.
The man thought that he was cheating on her for falling for me.
As that thought marinates in my brain, I feel even more embarrassed now. He thought he was cheating on his deceased wife. An ache now forms because I left him alone to deal with this. I reach for my phone, but it chimes before I can call Johnny.
Ari: I need you in Bristol tomorrow
Maya: everything ok?
Ari: No, the sponsors want a meeting with us and Johnny’s agent.
Maya: shit
Ari: exactly. Tell me the truth, are we in trouble?
Maya: from public perspective, yes until we can get the truth out. Once we can prove that, we should be ok.
Ari: and you?
Maya: I will be once I apologize to Johnny for my behavior.
I’m sitting in our factory conference room staring at two of our biggest sponsors. Two stern looking men from Samsung and three from Mercedes. I swallow. When I thought sponsors, I thought some of the minor ones, ones that might not want their brand associated with a scandal. We have a much bigger problem.
Ari walks in. “Gentlemen, thank you for meeting with us in Bristol.”
“Where is Storm?” Mr. Reynolds from Mercedes asked.
“He is at home with his son. Matthew is under the weather and given the circumstances, I thought it was best to wait before bringing him here,” Ari explained. My heart raced. Mattie is sick? My little boy. I swallow the tears that want to form. I can’t think about it right now.
Reynolds nods. “Understandable. So, about his latest scandal…”
He trails off as I cut him off. “Latest? What other scandal has there been?”
Mr. Stevens from Samsung clears his throat. “The scandal of Storm involved in a relationship with his PR director for one. Then, finding out about a son that no one knew about.” He looks at his colleague. “It is a lot of outside news that we were not expecting.”
I draw a breath and get ready to start yelling at these assholes, but Ari puts his hand on my arm. “Ok, let’s stop right there. Matthew is not a scandal.” I grind my teeth at the thought but keep my mouth shut. “He disclosed his history to me, and I decided to bring him on. Two,” he holds up his fingers, “there is nothing in out code of ethics that does not allow his relationship with my sister.”
I can see that the men shift uncomfortably at the reminder that not only am I the head of public relations for Mercedes AMG Formula One team, but I am also the principal’s sister. They basically insinuated that I was having inappropriate relations with a subordinate. Reyolds put his hand up. “We do not mean to insult your family, Levinson, but she was in the news for a very public breakup just weeks before.”
Fucking Carlos is still haunting me. I sigh and open my mouth, but I get a look from Ari not to speak yet. I snap it shut but narrow my eyes at Reynolds. Ari looks back at them. “Carlos Sainz made that public by kissing his mistress in public. She unfortunately was collateral damage by the actions of Gasly.”
“Regardless,” Steven replies, “we have to consider the impact of these,” he stops and looks at me for a moment, “‘scandals’ that are hitting the team. We just recovered from the Drysdale/Hansen debacle and then losing Olivia.” He sighs. “We have to consider the full impact on all of us.”
That is where my limit was hit. I stand up so fast that my chair rolls back and hits the wall. “Olivia Rogers being pregnant is not a scandal! She is married and she was responsible with her body considering. I’ll give you that we are in the news more than most recently but that doesn’t mean I and the rest of my team haven’t been working hard to get the positive message out there. We have two drivers in the running for the Drivers' Championship. Mercedes is leading the constructors. We have seven races to go. We are going to win, and you will feel like fools if you continue with the idea that Mercedes is too controversial. “
“Maya…” Ari starts.
“No! I will not have some old men decide that my life is a scandal as they put it. My son is sick, I haven’t talked to my partner is two days because I was a bitch about this news. And then I remembered how Johnny was before he admitted how he felt. He thought that he was cheating on his dead wife by having feelings for me.” I stare them all down and they all look shocked. “If you want to pull your sponsorships than fine, leave. There is the door. But I will fix this and disprove this harlot that is making false claims.”
I took a breath. “He’s a good man and people are talking advantage of him. He is an amazing father who would do anything for his son. And I am proud to call myself his girl.” I huff and grab my chair and sit back down. The room is silent as they absorb my words.
“Well,” Ari says, “anything else?”
I’m back in my apartment near the factory, catching up on laundry and mail, contemplating how I can say I’m sorry to Johnny, when there is a knock at the door. Wiping my hands on my jeans, I open the door. “Susie?”
“Hi Maya. May I come in?” I opened the door wider and let her in. She looked at the piles of clothes and the crumpled papers scattered around. “What are you doing?”
“Laundry and wallowing.” I shuffled to the kitchen. “Anything to drink?”
“Water is fine.” I brought her a glass and shifted some clothes out of the way so Susie and I could sit.
“Not that it’s not nice to see you but what are doing here? I thought you would be in Monaco with Johnny and Mattie. Ari mentioned Mattie is not doing well.”
“Yeah, he had four teeth cutting at the same time. Spiked a little fever.” The guilt washed over me. My boy was in pain, and I wasn’t there. I guess Susie could see that on my face. “Hey, its ok. He’s going to be ok.”
“I am the worst. He’s in pain and I’m not there to hold him and care for him. All because I doubted what Johnny and I have.” I cover my face. “I’m an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot.”
“I really am. I yelled at two sponsors yesterday because they were thinking of pulling out. And I can’t work up the courage to talk to the man I love. I just wish I could go to him and just hug him. There are not enough words that I can say to tell him how sorry I am.”
“So, you know those stories are fake?” I nod. “When Johnny loves, he loves with his whole heart. I saw it with Molly, and I see it with you.” She takes my hand. “Maya, when he’s in, he’s all in.”
I can feel the hot tears running down my face. She pulls me into a hug, and I cry. I didn’t have anyone who was there for me like this after my parents died. I kept to myself in school, and I was barely speaking with Ari. Our age gap made a huge difference in our communication. “I always wished for a sister,” I whisper.
Susie pulls back. “I wanted a sister too.” We start to giggle. Once we calm down, Susie sighs. “He’s here, in Bristol.”
“What?”
“Ari called him and told him they needed some testing to be done tomorrow. So maybe you can come with me back to the flat?” She studied me. “Maybe after you clean up.”
I laugh and rush into the bathroom.
Johnny
“Here you go Slugger, some juice for my main man.” My son has been teary for the last couple of days. Cutting teeth is no joke and he is ready for this round to be over.
He takes the cup but looks at me. “Mama?”
Fuck, it breaks my heart to see his longing for his mama. He misses her. I miss her. I know that the stories were awful, but I thought we could beat it… together. The headlines haven’t died down much in the three days Maya has been gone. My agent has told me that the sponsors have asked for a meeting and that left my stomach in knots. I could be losing my job and the woman that I love within the same week.
I want to find the son of a bitch that is doing this to my family. I know that this Rebecca person is not someone I have ever spoken to but I’m not sure how to fix this. My playboy status from before is a memory, not my life now. And yes, ok, I was a fuckboy. But now, I’m a father, I was a husband, I am a boyfriend and it's been four years since I was that guy.
I want the lies to be gone. I want to drive without worries that I have screwed up something. I just want…
I want my family back.
I want Maya.
I wipe the stray tear from my eye. I need to be strong for my son. There is a noise at the door and my heart thumps. “Johnny, I’m home!” I deflate. It wasn’t Maya knocking, just my sister. I headed towards the door and stop. Because I have to be dreaming, or dead.
“Hi baby.” Maya stands in front of me, eyes a little swollen from crying but otherwise just as beautiful as the day I met her.
“Maya.” I cross the foyer and pull her into my arms. “Luna, oh god.”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby. Please forgive me, please. I was just so confused and I….”
“Shhh, Luna, its ok.” I leaned my head on top of hers as her body shakes from her cries. “I missed you so much, love. I’m sorry I put you through that.”
“No, Johnny, you have nothing to be sorry for.” She pulls away to look up at me. “Someone is out there trying to destroy everything that you worked for. And we will figure it out.”
“Mama!” I turn to see Mattie walking towards us, arms up and tears flowing. Maya immediately lets me go and scoops up our son. She holds him tight and kisses his head over and over. “I’m so sorry baby, I missed you.”
“Mama, ‘urt.” Mattie points to his mouth and then buries his head into her neck.
“Ok Slugger, Mama will fix it.” She looks at me. “I’ll fix it.”
Two Weeks Later – Baku, Azerbaijan – Thursday
Charles
It’s been a stressful couple of weeks. I had been on the phone with Johnny while Mercedes tries to fix this nightmare of situation. I wish I could have join him and Maya in Bristol, but I was needed at the Ferrari factory in Maranello, Italy.
I just got to the hotel in Baku and dragged my bag along when I heard laughter and glasses clinking. As I get closer, I realized it was my teammate, Carlos. He and I are on good terms even if I didn’t agree with how he handled his relationship with Maya. I walked towards the door that I see is ajar and am about to knock when I hear a woman’s voice.
“It’s amazing how quickly people turned on him.” She giggles as I hear a smack and a squeal.
“Amor, you were brilliant. It will take time for anyone to verify that the texts you sent were faked.”
Realization hits me and I pull my phone out and start to record.
“Mhmmm… I would do anything to make you happy. It was so easy to fake the DMs from Instagram and make it look like Johnny responded. People are stupid.”
“Yes, they are. And now he and Maya are separated and now they are miserable.”
They start laughing and then other noises begin and I walk away. This asshole had some woman fake everything and make life difficult. Well, as the senior driver, it’s my job to protect my team.
But I am a godfather first and no one messes with my godson’s family.
