The President's Wife (Snakes Henchmen MC 0.5)

I stroke my finger down Shepard’s cheek. He has a couple of days worth of stubble on his jaw. It’s actually quite sexy, he’s usually clean-shaven, but I love this scruff. I place a kiss on said scruff, his neck, his powerful chest. The sprinkling of hair on his chest tickles my lips as I touch his left nipple. I kiss and lick his right nipple, toying with it using the tip of my tongue. He groans in his sleep as my hand moves lower, lower, until my hand is inside his boxers.

I moan to myself. The taste of my man’s skin always makes me groan, it also makes me so wet. I pull Shepard’s boxers down as far as I can get them, releasing his cock. My eyes roll, and my pussy floods just at the sight of his beautiful cock half-mast. The taste of him drives me crazy, I'm grinding my hips into the bed. His dick is enormous and stretches my mouth to splitting point. There's no way I’ve ever been able to take him all the way into my throat, but God knows I love to try.

Shepard’s hand cups the back of my head, and I smile around his cock. I’ve woken my handsome man. Good, I need him. “That feels so good...” I suck him harder, deeper, swirling my tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock in a way I know drives him crazy. “Jesus, Lynette,” His hips jerk beneath me, fucking my face harder. I want him to choke me with his big fat, rock hard cock.

Instead, he grabs my hair in a makeshift ponytail and yanks my head away from his dick. “Climb on top of me, baby. I need to be inside you. I need you, Lynette.” He can have me any way he wants me.

I lift up on to my knees, and slip the t-shirt I'm wearing over my head, dropping it over the side of the bed and to the floor. I clamber back and slide my panties down my legs, while my husband discards of his boxers.

Catlike, I climb over him, my eyes drinking him in, my tongue licking my lower lip seductively. I straddle Shepard’s waist, my hands on his broad shoulders, my pussy sliding up and down his hard cock. I’m so wet that I’m making his dick slippery with my juices.

My hips are in Shepard’s big hands; he’s holding me hard, hard enough to bruise. I’m teasing him too much, he never could take it. His eyes land on the white patch taped to my stomach. I won’t let him think about it, not right now.

I clutch his hands tighter in mine while kissing his neck. He sits up and bites my shoulder, and my eyes roll. “That’s it,” I slide my hands around his head, moaning lightly, every nerve in my body zinging with pleasure. Its like putting your fingers in a plug socket or riding a roller coaster upside down. My nerves and muscles are stretched as if they’re going to tear and then mend themselves, and then tear up again.

I pull Shepard’s head to my neck, and he sucks and kisses the tender flesh, driving me to the point I could come already. “Fuck me, Vincent. I need to feel you inside me, fucking me hard.”

He lifts me slightly, grabs his dick in his hand, stroking my opening with the head. My eyes roll as I sink down onto him, impaling myself on his thick rod. We both cry out the second he’s seated inside of me. It’s such an amazing feeling the first thrust of his cock inside of me, the way he stretches me so wide open. My whole body breaks out in goosebumps on that first thrust.

With my ass in his hands, Shepard lifts me up and down the length of him, his hips bucking upwards faster and faster with each thrust. I’m clutching his shoulders, my head tipped back, scrubbing my clit against his pubic bone faster and faster, and I can’t help coming even though I didn’t want to come so quickly.

As my pussy convulses around him, he crosses his hands over my back, clutching my shoulders, pulling me down harder each time he thrusts into me. The screams of pleasure coming from me echo all around the room. I can hear them as though they’re distant, far away from me, but they’re not.

“Fuck, baby!”

“Vince, please!” Everything inside of me is tightly wound around the man I love.

“Come on, Lynette! Give it up!” His fingers find my clit, rubbing me as hard and fast as he’s fucking me, and I can’t stop, I come a second time, harder than the first. A body shaking, nails in skin, screaming to the heavens kind of orgasm. “Oh, fuck!” His hand wraps tightly around my waist, holding me still as he shoots his seed deep into my body, and I sag against his big frame, sated and smiling.

Its many minutes before he lifts me and slips from my body. He kisses my head and pulls me down onto the pillow. “Give me a couple of minutes to recover before we shower.” I giggle to myself. I think I wore him out a little. Or it might be the fact I woke him up from a deep sleep with the promise of sex.

“Can we go pick the kids up soon?” I miss my babies. I just want to hold them after everything.

“Of course, we can.” Shepard turns on his side to look at me directly, his hand cupping my face. “I can’t believe he hurt you like this.” I knew this was coming. He touches the bruises on my breast gently, then my stomach and the patch that now sits there. “If he wasn’t already dead, I’d fuckin’ string him up by his...”

I press my fingertips against his lips. We don’t need to talk about this anymore. “No more, its over, baby. Jose is gone. He isn’t coming back.”

He kisses my fingertips and takes my hand in his. “You, me, and the kids, we’re going away for a few days.” My ears prick to the sound of that. Getting away for a few days is just what I need right now.

“Where are we going?”

“Anywhere you want to go, beautiful. I’ll leave Jett in charge at the club, and you and I will head out of here tomorrow.” I smile and snuggle into him. It’s been forever since I’ve been anywhere other than here. But then, I’ve never wanted to be anywhere other than with Shepard. He’s my big, strong, powerful man, and wherever he is, that's where I want to be, now and forever.

No matter what happens in the future with our family, with the club. No matter the friends we might lose or the friends we’ll gain, as long as we have each other, we can overcome anything life has to throw at us.

The only thing that could make everything perfect, make my husband’s heart completely whole again, is finding Nova. I have hope in my heart that we’ll find her soon. She can’t be lost forever. Celia will slip up sooner or later, and when she does, Shepard will be there to catch his little girl, and I will be there to love them both.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Shepard

It’s been hard watching my wife screaming in her sleep every damn night this week. Every night she jolts upright in bed, sweating, screaming, and sobbing. It takes me an age to calm her down, and e

very night it gets worse.

This shit has to stop. I’ve let Lynette keep whatever it is she’s hiding inside of her for far too long. I know something terrible happened to her, and I know it will kill me to hear it, it’ll kill her to tell me. However, she needs to for us to be able to move on and live the way we should have been since the moment we got together.

I don’t know if it has anything to do with Jose and what he did or what I did to him, or if it’s something else. It’s been a couple of months since the whole Jose thing, but these dreams, if I’m honest, have been going on a lot longer than that, they just seemed to get worse when I killed the prick. I need this shit sorted. We can't go on like this.

I touch Lynette’s slight baby bump, drawing her eyes to me. “It’s okay, baby, I’m here.”

She breathes heavily, eyes frightened. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“What can’t you do?” She shakes her head erratically. I grab her face in my hands. “Tell me what haunts you, Lynette. Tell me what you hide from me.”

“But I’m scared.” She hiccups a sob, her eyes never leaving mine.

“There’s nothing to be scared of, sweetheart. I’m here with you, and nothing can ever hurt you again.”

“What if it changes the way you see me, Vincent? I can’t lose you,” She sobs. “I would die without you.”

“You will never lose me, Lynette. Who hurt you, baby? What did he do to you?”

She swallows hard and answers, “My daddy. My daddy hurt me, Vincent.”

Ah, fuck, I didn’t expect that! Lynette doesn’t even need to tell me what he did to her for me to know. It’s just one of those things that’s easy to see.

“How? Tell me.”

Lynette pulls away from me and rests her back against the headboard; eyes turned to her stomach as she strokes it. “He touched me when I was a little girl. I was six years old,”