“Bye Maci,” Shaw says without agreeing, tapping his finger on my phone and disconnecting the call.
His eyes are locked with mine. “We’re pregnant?”
I can only nod in reply. My throat is clogged up with emotions and the love radiating from him is overwhelming. It’s surrealistic to be standing here, a new chapter in our lives about to take hold. Even if it feels like a wild and uncertain ride, I know we can face everything because we have each other.
“I made you something,” he croaks. “I was going to show you, surprise you, but I guess you kinda surprised me in a damn fucking good way first.”
“I believe Maci was the one who—” He cuts me off by stepping closer, shaking his head before he places a hard kiss on my lips.
He pulls back and connects our foreheads. “Our moment,” he chuckles. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I whisper huskily.
This man always seems to make my heart beat faster, pumping sweet tingles through my veins, setting my body on fire.
“Remember that word when you see it,” he mutters underneath his breath as he links our fingers and guides me into the living room.
There’s a bundle of metal standing on end here and there. I’m used to his art, have seen him create many magnificent shadow art pieces and I know all this needs is light to display its beauty.
My eyes sting because I realize in this moment his art can be compared to us. The whole jagged ugliness bundled up and not making any sense until that moment when the light hits and you see the beauty that lies within.
What we went through isn’t what you should focus on. Not the trauma, not the open wounds, not the healing, but the result. The finishing touch it holds at the end of it all. Our love holding strong, the promise of a future, the rest of our lives we get to enjoy the light and mesmerizing beauty of living.
Shaw clicks on the light and a gasp rips from me. My vision turns blurry but the image doesn’t lessen in beauty or meaning.
“Yes,” I whisper and turn to look at the man who is proposing to me through this handmade creation.
With his own hands and mind, he created a man on his knees, holding the hand of the woman he loves as tiny flowers—which I believe are lilies of the valley—surround them. His smile could light up his art a thousand times more as he crashes his lips against mine.
He pulls back and opens a tiny velvet box, showing a ring I know has been handmade. An S is tangled with a V surrounded with tiny flowers, tiny diamonds connecting a strand of lilies of the valley. It’s personal, showing our deep connection and how well this man knows me.
He takes the ring out and slides it on my finger. “I have loved you since the first time I saw you. And now I’m not only able to love you for the rest of our lives but we’re bringing another piece of us into this world to love. My heart is so fucking full right now.”
“As is mine,” I croak.
The next kiss he gives me is soft, gentle, warm and filled with the love we just openly voiced to one another. Shaw steps back and his hands reach for my blouse, popping the buttons one by one and pulling it from my skirt, leaving my belly bare.
He suddenly drops to his knees in front of me, his focus fully on his fingers stroking my stomach. Leaning forward he feathers kisses on my skin, leaving electricity bouncing in its wake. There’s so much emotion clawing behind his eyes when our gaze collides.
I knew he was the only man I was born to love and by the way he’s glancing at me it’s telling me he feels the exact same way; I was only ever his. A shift in emotion takes place when his finger slides underneath my skirt. His pupils dilate and desire starts to fill our veins.
He rips my skirt away but takes his time to slide down my panties. The moment the silk lands on the floor is when he leans forward and lets his tongue slide over my clit. A moan rips from my chest and my hand flashes out to grip his hair, keeping him in place.
He gives me a low rumble of his voice in return, treating my pussy to the added vibrations, stimulating me some more along with it. His teeth graze my clit, triggering a jolt of pleasure as his fingers dig deeper into my hips to keep me in place.
And then he starts to really devour my pussy. Shaw might be kneeling in front of me, hands on my hips, mouth on my pussy, but he completely possesses my body and mind the way his tongue strokes deep inside me and lights up every nerve that keeps me together.
It doesn’t take long before I splinter apart and surrender to an overwhelming orgasm. Shaw continues to lazily lick me, prolonging my pleasure as I try to calm down my breathing. He slowly raises back to eye level, his jaw glistening and a sexy smirk painting his face.
“So sweet,” he murmurs and crashes his mouth against mine.
His tongue parts my lips and delves in to battle with mine. I’m clawing at his clothes; I want them gone to feel his naked body against mine. Without breaking our kiss, we manage to rip away the fabric, littering the floor the next instant.
His hands go straight to my ass, lifting me up to allow my legs to wrap around his waist and lock my ankles behind his back. He moves us forward to cage me in between the wall and his magnificent body.
The tip of his dick nudges my entrance and it feels so hot, my pussy clenches with anticipation before he slides inside me with one hard thrust. This is when our mouths disconnect, needing to gulp in air and brace for the sweet combination of pleasure with a bite of pain to embrace the connection of our joined bodies.
“Nothing feels better than to be inside you. Nothing compares. Nothing ever will,” he murmurs, kissing and sweetly biting down in the crook of my neck.
His words and the way his dick deliciously moves inside me heightens the pleasure building yet again. It’s so intense I don’t have one other working brain cell to say anything in return. Though it’s unnecessary since the both of us are very much aware of our feelings, our love, and our shared goals for the future.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” Shaw pants and speeds up his thrusts.
The angle of his hips adding pressure on my clit with each stroke is bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m...I need to...I’m gonna—” I groan and bite down on his shoulder.
“Give it to me gorgeous, give me your pleasure,” he rumbles as I let myself shatter into a million pieces, knowing Shaw will always be there to catch every single piece.
His dick grows thicker inside me before he erupts, launching hot jets of cum deep inside me, branding me inside and out as his over and over.
“Forever mine,” he whispers between hot breaths.
“As you are forever mine as well,” I reply with the same amount of love and devotion.
He slowly slides out and carries me through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Putting me down on my feet, there are no words exchanged as he turns on the shower and waits for the water to heat up. I step underneath the shower and quickly start to wash up.
Shaw raises his eyebrow in question making me grumble, “Lasagna is in the oven. Do you want me to let it burn?”
Shaw’s head tips back and his laughter bounces off the tiles. He grips my hips and plasters me against his body. “Woman, eating burned food isn’t a hardship when I get so much pleasure from having you in my life.”
“Sweet,” I chuckle and worm myself out of his grip. “But I still think you deserve the best and burned food isn’t healthy nor tasty.”
He pulls me close again and whispers against my neck. “I know something else I just consumed is very tasty.”
“Sweet,” I moan again, becoming oblivious to everything except his tender kisses and gentle touch.
“Do you smell something burning?” he questions.
My eyes fly open and I stare into his eyes that are filled with mischief. I shoot him a glare and dance away from his hands as he tries to pull me back to him. I grab a towel and quickly dry off. Not bothering with getting dressed, I head for the living room and snatch Shaw’s shirt off the floor, loving the way it covers all m
y essential bits. His scent is surrounding me and I know he prefers seeing me in his shirt. He’s such a weirdo with his possessive streaks.
Taking the oven mitts, I remove the lasagna and place it on the counter. From behind me I hear Shaw entering the kitchen. Turning around to face him was a mistake. Instead of having a towel wrapped around his waist he’s using it to dry his hair, shooting me an innocent look as if he’s not to blame for my instant hunger due to his nakedness.
“I’m guessing that look isn’t for the lasagna you just saved from a crispy death. And you know I would have satisfied you again in the shower if you hadn’t run off to save said lasagna.”
I grab the shirt I’m wearing and drag it over my head, letting it drop to the floor at the same time Shaw lets go of the towel.
“Fuck the lasagna,” I breathe and launch myself at him.
He catches me easily and takes my mouth in a fierce kiss. “Fuck everything, because all we need is each other.”
“And all the time in the world,” I fully agree before continuing our scorching kiss.
Epilogue
Nineteen years later
Beecher
“It’s not going to happen, I won’t allow it,” Zerox says and his daughter narrows her eyes, stomps her foot, and marches out of the clubhouse and into the backyard.
Zerox releases a deep sigh and grumbles, “Was my answer so fucking wrong?”
I shake my head. “Hell, no. My daughter isn’t allowed to even ride a damn bike before she’s twenty-one, let alone date or as yours just asked...a long weekend away with a few dudes tagging along. You allow way too much already.”
“Bat, the new prospect,” Zerox starts but shakes his head and rubs his neck. “Deeds called me, told me Bat took care of his daughter. Saved her and treated her as if she was one of our old ladies. He knows how to respect a woman and isn’t even touching any other women since he started prospecting.”
“Since he saw your girl,” I correct him and give him a big grin along with it.
Zerox winces in return. “Maybe I should let him tag along, then she can go.”
I let the thought roll through my mind. “You wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else touching her, that’s for sure. But you would be giving in to that boy’s wish to start something with your baby girl.”
“She’s not so much a baby girl any longer. And that boy has had a crush on her ever since he walked through the front door of the clubhouse,” Maci says as she leans into her old man. “Prospect or a full member or not, it seems like the legend roared its head again. This time touching base with the second generation.”
“You okay with this?” Zerox murmurs as he pulls her close.
Val strolls toward me and hands me a beer.
“You can’t fight the whole love at first sight thing.” Maci shrugs. “And I’d rather know she starts something with a guy we know and trust.”
I glance down at Val whose gaze collides with mine. “So very true,” I agree and lean down to catch her lips in a hot kiss.
“Fuck,” Zerox grumbles. “You handle the boy while I handle our girl.”
“Daddy’s girl,” Maci corrects and tightens her hands into fists. “I’ll handle the boy all right.” And she stalks off to where Bat is.
Zerox shoots us a grin. “No better person to put the fear of hell into someone.”
Val laughs and says, “I told her about the boy who was mean to Kayden. We ran into him at the diner the other night and I swear that boy peed his pants after Maci talked to him. She puts the fear of hell into anyone who needs it.”
“That’s my woman,” Zerox says and stalks into the direction his daughter went in.
“It’s a good thing Kayden has two older brothers.” I tighten my arm around Val and place a kiss on her lips.
Three kids. One daughter, two sons to enrich our lives. It hasn’t been all smooth sailing but life never is. But we’re together and that’s all that matters.
Val shakes her head and laces her fingers with mine, dragging me with her in the direction of the bar. “Kayden will live life the way she wants to, she’s inventive and will grow into a responsible young adult.”
“Yeah, when she’s past thirty, maybe forty,” I mutter, not wanting to think about my little girl chasing boys. Even if she’s not that little anymore.
“But for now, we have the night to ourselves and no curfew either.” She bats her eyes and I’m such a damn goner for this gorgeous woman.
“No curfew, huh?” I place the beer I was holding on the bar. “I only had one sip, wanna go for a ride?”
Her eyes light up and it’s as if everything around us falls away, leaving only the two of us to enjoy each other. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”
The love of riding is in our blood. In all our blood. I glance around the clubhouse and even if there are more young dogs present, it only shows the older brothers prefer to be with their old ladies instead of hanging around the clubhouse until it’s early morning.
“Let the youngsters rule the clubhouse. One day the legend will strike and pull them off the market. Hell, it seems like a prospect just went down as one of the first in the second generation,” I tell her.
“Ew, some of those youngsters you’re talking about are my brothers. Not to mention you’re talking about my freaking daughter getting hitched,” Maci winces. “But you’re right. The younger generation might think the night is still young, yet they haven’t had a taste of what it feels like to really rock the night away.”
“Dammit, sis. TMI,” Morgan mutters and pushes away from the bar.
All of Maci’s brothers have been patched in over the years and she couldn’t be prouder. All of us are damn proud of those boys. I remember all too vivid how Maci and her brothers were wrapped in some serious shit that would have been life changing for all of them—and not in a good way—if it wasn’t for our intervention.
It’s in the past now, part of our background. Fucking history. And this little realization also shows we all have dark spots in our past. Though we all came out stronger and value one day after another. And there’s one thing that’s a lifeline connecting all of us, because we’re not alone; we have each other. A solid brotherhood along with the old ladies.
“I’m going to find a hot president and sneak away into his room,” Maci announces.
Morgan and Michael both cover their ears. Marcus shakes his head while Maximus says, “Would you just go already, sis? Dammit. What does a man have to do around here to get rid of his sister? Maybe I should find a sweet pussy and—”
“Stop, I’m going, I’m going,” Maci screeches and is now the one covering her ears as she rushes out the back.
Laughter rings out and I take this moment to follow Maci’s example and head out, leaving the clubhouse for the youngsters to rule. We head for my bike and when we straddle it, I ask, “Did you want to go home or just ride?”
“Just ride and enjoy the night for a bit.” She tightens her arms around me and the emotions she triggers with this move makes warmth spread through my veins.
The bike comes to life underneath us, eating up the road while we ride into the darkness that surrounds us. There is no fear or old wounds holding us back; there’s only comfort, enjoyment, serenity.
Her hand tightens on my abs and even after all these years this woman’s touch holds the same magic as the day we met. Our love is always fully charged. The real deal. The kind that keeps your heart beating at a steady pace while it keeps pumping with undeniable strength.
Everything adds to how it’s meant to be. The legend every single biker of Wicked Throttle MC is aware of and respects once they are confronted with their old lady for the very first time. It’s most definitely something that's rooted deep into our DNA; once a soul finds its other half, there is no going back. Only one option; love and claim at first sight.
It leaves two people to reap every single loving moment from that day forward until the day we die. And that’s exactly what we’ve bee
n doing, and what we will continue to be doing for the rest of our lives.
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