Raging Barons MC – Book Nine – Knuckles

-:- KNUCKLES -:-

Sunday morning, and now I’ve had a conversation with Jo about what she would like her future to look like. I’m fully onboard. I can see myself buying a house, and having a few kids, and if she wants to be an author, I can create an office where she can take herself off to have peace.

The Ol’ Ladies have taken to her and I’m happy she’s fitting into the life because not all women can deal with the rough and ready that we bikers have going on.

Lincoln is still on tenterhooks about Jo’s safety and wants to find and kill Tommaso. I can agree, but finding the cocksucker is proving difficult. He’s abandoned his wife and left her to fend for herself, but she’s a woman that knows how to deal with the mafia life and has herself out of sight and to safety.

Walking outside through the kitchen door, I smile when I see the women all warming up for the morning training session, and Jo is doing her best to keep up with them. Lincoln is sitting on the bench to one side and rubbing his chin, but every now and again covers his mouth to stop a smile from showing.

Sitting next to him, I watch for a few minutes. “What do you want to do when the fucker is out of the picture?”

Lincoln looks over at me. “I’d like to join the service, not sure which one, but I’d like to do something useful with my life and the military has always had that appeal. I would never leave Jo, and if it doesn’t work out with you, I’ll stay with her.”

“It’ll work out with Jo. She’s mine and although we’ve not been intimate, it doesn’t change the fact she is mine and I’ll take my time. She’s worth however long the wait may be.

“She wants a house, kids, and to be an author. I have no problem with any of that, and I’ll make sure she gets what she wants. Specs is already sorting her out, but I don’t think she knows he’s got a friend who’s a proofreader and they are doing that and doing anything else, so it’s ready for her last inspection.” I grin because I’ve no idea what I’m talking about if all truths are told. I’m just trying to sound knowledgeable about what Specs has told me.

“Whatever Jo wants, she deserves. She’s never asked for anything all her life. We’ve been running and hiding from the asshole and she’s never once complained. Any young woman her age would throw a tantrum about not having clothes, perfumes, and other shit, but not Jo.” Lincoln is watching his sister with a softness that shows the love he holds for her.

“Oh, they’re going for a run. I hope Jo enjoys running?”

“Fuck no, she’s never run in her life.” Looking over at me, we both chuckle before walking into the clubhouse kitchen.

Amelia and Bitty are in the kitchen, but only because Meat hasn’t come out of the damn treehouse yet. “Ladies, can I ask you about something I’d like to do for Jo?”

“Yes, of course you can,” Bitty responds, turning to look at me.

Leaning on the counter, I drop my voice to nearly a whisper. “The thing is…” and I quietly arrange my surprise.

Now that’s arranged I walk through to speak to Specs. Knocking on his door, I step inside and take a seat next to his desk. “Okay, what’s goin’ on with Jo’s books?”

Sighing because I’ve already asked this question of him once. “I’ve told you. My friend is a proofreader. She also runs her own small publishing business. I’ve told her to do everything that’s needed to get Jo’s books done and for sale.”

Standing, I slap Specs’ shoulder before turning to walk out of the office. “Thanks, Specs, I owe you one.”

“You owe me nothing. Jo is one of ours, and I would do it for anyone’s woman.” Giving him a nod, I walk out of the office and feel pretty good about how things are coming along.

Walking into the common room, I take a seat at the bar, then check my phone as I’ve expected a fight to have come through by now. But maybe Grit hasn’t had time with the shit storm that has gone on with Tommaso’s failed evening.

Billy walks into the common room and looks around, looking a little worried. I watch as he looks into the kitchen through the door, then turns and checks the hall. When he sees me sitting at the bar, he walks over to me.

“Have you seen Meat?”

“Nope, he’s in his treehouse and won’t come down. He’s not speaking to anyone.”

“Fuck.”

Watching Billy, I can see worry crossing his face, and although I don’t want to know, I ask anyway. “What’s wrong?”

Billy stares at me and I can see him deciding if he should tell me or not. I wait patiently for his decision and when he sighs, drops his shoulders, and looks at the floor for a minute, I know whatever it is he’s going to spill the beans in a minute.

“Okay. We’ve got a still at the top of the compound and the moonshine is ready. I don’t want the fuckin’ thing to blow up.”

Chuckling because that’s the last thing I expected him to say. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah, but it takes two of us to do it, and the asshole hasn’t been around for me to tell him.” Billy looks at me hopefully.

“Oh, no, not me. Go to the treehouse and tell him to get his ass down and help you with it. Threaten to tell Axel, and that may shift his ass.”

I watch Billy walk away growling under his breath and muttering he’s sorry he ever got caught up in the shit Meat causes. I can’t help but chuckle because we’ve all gotten caught up in Meat, Chaos, and Wings’ shenanigans at one time or another.

Looking up, I watch Jo walk through from the kitchen, or should I say stagger! She is red-faced, her hair stuck to her head, and puffing like someone ninety years of age. Seeing me, she walks over slowly, leans her forehead on my chest, and takes a deep breath before sighing and stating, “I’m dead. Can you bury me now?”

Rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head, I can’t help but grin. All the women have gone through the training and many of them have had no real training previously, so struggled at the start. Jo will catch up, I’ve no doubt, but it’s getting to that point that’s the hardest.

Lincoln walks through from the hall and sees Jo and me, so quickly heads our way. “You okay Jo?”

“No, I’m dead. Leave me alone.”

Lincoln looks at me and I can’t help the lopsided grin I give him. “She’s been training, as you know, and they killed her, or so she thinks.”

Lincoln laughs with me and as Jo slides down my front, I’m a little startled, so grab her tighter when Lincoln lifts her chin. He looks at me before laughing. “She’s asleep on her feet. Man, they killed her.”

Picking Jo up bridal style, I walk to our room and lay her on top of the bed. She rolls to her side and brings her knees up to her chest, curling into a ball but never opens her eyes. Grinning at the sight, I throw a blanket over her and sneak out of the room, leaving her to sleep in peace for a while.

Stepping back into the kitchen, I speak to Amelia as she’s stirring a large pan of something. “Can you keep your eye open for Jo for me, and if she gets up, call me? I’m going over to the shooting range as I want to make an appointment for Jo to start lessons with Winter.”

“I can do that. The other thing you wanted is ready when you are too, so just let me know and one of us will go set it up for you.” I lean over and kiss Amelia on top of her head, which earns me a giggle.

Walking into the shooting range half an hour later, I see Chaos at the main desk. “I want to make an appointment for Jo to start weapons training with Winter,” I tell him as soon as I step up to him.

“Hello to you Knuckles.” Looking at the computer screen on the desk, Chaos flicks through one screen after another. “Any idea of day or time?”

“Nope, whenever it suits Winter.”

“Okay, what about Wednesday morning, 10:30 am? It’ll be for an hour as Winter will walk her through a lot in that lesson.” Chaos looks up and waits for me to respond, but I’m thinking is anything else planned for Wednesday. I can’t think of anything, so nod.

“That’ll do. I’ll make sure she’s here. Any chance you can get me in with Target while Jo’s having her lesson?”

“Did you know he’s starting archery lessons around the back of the property?” Chaos knows I’m a sucker for anything new, and I can see he’s leading me to have a lesson.

“No, but I’ll sign up. You don’t have to twist my arm. I’ll ask Mav if he wants to join in, and Colton ‘cause, man, I’ll never hear the last of it if I leave him out.”

“He’s a good prospect, Knuckles. I think he’s gonna be one hell of a brother, given time. He has to learn to curb his temper, though. It’s the one thing that will let him down. His fuse is far too short.”

“Yeah, both me and Mav have been trying to teach him to control his anger issue, and it’s better, but not under full control yet. He’ll throw himself into the damn archery, I’m sure.”

My phone pings and, taking it out of the back pocket of my jeans, I see it’s calling me back to the clubhouse. Amelia says Jo is up already and is asking where I am.

“Gotta go. Book the lessons and text me the times for both again, then I won’t forget.” I lift my hand in a wave as I hurry out of the range and slide onto my hog to quickly head back to the clubhouse.

Back at the clubhouse, I walk into the kitchen through the back door and grin when Billy is standing next to the sink covered in moonshine; he stinks, and Amelia is ripping him a new one about coming into the kitchen or clubhouse in such a mess.

I’m not getting involved in any of this, so step past them and into the common room. Looking around, I see Jo sitting with Mia and she has one of the twins in her arms, while Mia has the other one. They are talking quietly together and smiling at the babies. For some reason, my stomach clenches at the sight and I can’t help but imagine Jo round with one of my babies.

Reaching them, I look up and see Bitty walking in from the hall and she gives me a wink. That tells me the surprise is ready and I need to get Jo upstairs to our room.

“You ready to go upstairs for a while Jo?” I ask, keeping it light because I don’t want everyone inviting themselves into our room.

“Oh, okay. Let me take Hunter through to the playroom first.” I follow her through and watch her place Hunter in his crib, gently and lovingly. Mia grins at me as though she can read my mind, but I give her a frown before looking back at Jo.

Taking Jo’s hand in mine, I walk us to our room and enter. The first thing Jo sees is the picnic laid out on the floor. Blanket and picnic basket on full display. The bottle of wine and beer in a bucket of ice. I didn’t have champagne and I hate the stuff anyway, so it’s the next best thing in my eyes.

Jo giggles. “Oh, this is lovely Knuckles.”

We settle down and I open the picnic basket, taking out the food the ladies have prepared for us. They did a great job of it, and I feed Jo a little and she feeds me. It’s interesting when I pop a grape into her mouth that she grasps my finger with her lips and sucks. Now that’s a shock and my cock appreciated the act.

“I’m full. I can’t eat anymore.”

“Okay, do you want to watch TV for a while?”

“Yeah, that’s good. You put the TV on, and I’ll pack up the picnic.” Jo smiles, and after turning on the TV and taking off my boots I climb on the bed.

Jo slips her shoes off and climbs on the bed too. She snuggles up to my side and I lift my arm so she can tuck her shoulder under my armpit and rest her head on me comfortably.

It’s nice to lie here with Jo relaxing and pretending to watch TV. That’s what I’m doing, pretending because all I can think about is her tits rubbing against my damn ribs as she breathes.

“Are you okay?” Jo asks, and I look down at her. “You’re breathing a bit heavy.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Shit, I can’t help the way my body is reacting to hers, but I’m trying hard to be patient.

My eyes open wider when suddenly Jo sits, throws her leg over my hips, and settles across my lap. Holy shit, my cock likes that move, as the fucker is standing at full attention.

“I want to kiss you, is that okay?” Jo asks breathily.

“You can kiss me anytime you want,” I reply and hold her hips so she’s in control. The last thing I want to do is frighten her.

Leaning down, Jo places her lips over mine, and when she licks my bottom lip, I open enough to give her access to my mouth. Her tongue glides over mine, runs along the roof of my mouth, and then twists around my tongue before she sucks on it gently.

My hands run up and down her back, over her ass, and down her thighs. I want to flip us over and take control, but this is Jo’s moment and I want her to remember it for a long time.

When Jo stands from the bed, removing her clothes slowly, I about drop my load in my briefs. I’ve seen no one look so beautiful and when I open my mouth to speak, Jo touches my lips to be quiet.

“Get undressed Knuckles. It’s time for us to have a real relationship.” Jo whispers against my lips once she’s moved her finger.

You can bet your ass I jump up and remove my clothes and when she points for me to get back on the bed and laid out like a damn feast, I do it.

Once again, Jo straddles me, but this time she’s straddling my damn cock. It’s got more than an idea of where it wants to be, but she’s making sure he can’t go there just yet.

Kissing my neck, across my shoulders, and down my chest. Jo hums and sighs. It’s easy to see and hear she’s enjoying the moment. I slide my fingers into her hair but make sure I don’t grip it harshly or pull on it.

Kissing across my stomach as she slides down my body, I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. Fingernails scratch over my ribs and as I throw my head back, enjoying the moment, I nearly shoot off the bed when Jo sucks the end of my cock into her mouth.

Sliding me into her mouth, she hums, which vibrates through my body, having me twitch in her mouth. I can feel pre-cum leaking but she doesn’t care and continues to slide her mouth up and down, sucking and humming.

Now I’m not inexperienced and can last, but fuck me, I’ve never felt such excitement with a woman before. The feel of Jo sucking on me has me ready to blow faster than a teenager having his first blowjob.

I yank Jo off me and flip us over before I embarrass myself, and flicking my eyes to Jo’s face, she has a small smile and rosy cheeks glowing back at me.

Bending my head, I take a nipple into my mouth and roll it around with my tongue before sucking hard. Which has the desired effect. Jo moans loudly, pushing her back off the bed and her breast further into my mouth.

Roaming further down her body, I lick, nibble, and nip across her stomach, hip, and towards the nub I want to get to. Pushing Jo’s legs further apart, I settle my shoulders between her thighs and push two fingers into her center while sucking her clit into my mouth.

I can feel how ready she is as I slide my fingers steadily in and out of her, sucking and nipping at her clit. When I feel her channel gripping my fingers, I know it’s time to make her mine.

“You ready Jo? Cause once we’ve done this, I’ll not let you go?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” She replies breathily, whilst wriggling and lifting her butt off the bed.

“You’re beautiful Jo, and I’m honored you’re gonna be mine.” Wanting to tell her this so she knows how much she means to me.

Bringing myself into position, I look into Jo’s eyes, and as I slide forward our eyes stay locked together. It’s the most intimate feeling I’ve ever had, and I lean down and kiss her once more.

Pushing forward until I’m fully seated, I pause, making sure Jo isn’t in any pain because I’m not a small man and the last thing I want is to hurt her.

“Move,” Jo growls, and I can’t help the smile that crosses my lips because my meek little woman isn’t as meek as she used to be, and I’m watching her blossom in every aspect of her life.

I pump in and out, kissing her as I do. It’s not long before I can feel her channel gripping and rippling with the impending orgasm she’s going to have.

My balls tighten with the thought and I slide my hand down and rub circles on her clit before she clamps down on me hard. Screaming my name as she throws her head back. I pump hard four or five times before I unload inside her, saying her name as I finish.

We stay connected for a good while and I can feel myself softening, getting ready to slide out of her.

“We didn’t use a condom.” Jo murmurs, and I realize that no, we didn’t, which shocks me as I’ve never had sex without a condom, but it never crossed my mind.

“Don’t matter, whatever happens, we’ll be good. We want a house and kids, so if you get pregnant, it’s not a problem.”

“Okay.” Jo sighs and, looking down, she’s fallen asleep once more. Grinning to myself, I slide out of her gently, then head into the bathroom to get a washcloth, which I bring back and carefully clean her up.

Climbing back into bed, I pull Jo into my arms and wrap myself around her. Enjoying the scent coming from her skin, I close my eyes and lay back on the bed, relaxing all my muscles. I’m a lucky fucker and I’ll make sure she has a good life from this moment on, even if it kills me doing it.

Lincoln can go into the military, if that’s what he wants, knowing she has a huge family here. But first, we’ve got to get rid of the cocksucker who won’t live past the MC grabbing him or Vitale getting his hands on him. Either way, dead is dead, and he’ll not be able to give us any more trouble.