by Mallory Funk
“Morning,” I say tears welling in my eyes.
“Hey, hey what’s this about?” he asks turning my face to his.
I sniffle and look at his eyes through my tears. “I just, for a second last night, thought that I wasn’t going to see you again. I tried so hard not to be scared, but I was terrified.”
“Baby, it is okay to be scared. It’s all over now. You won’t have to worry about not seeing me anymore. I’ll always be right here with you,” he says and kisses me lightly.
I pull back and hum out my frustration.
“I wish I could really kiss you, but my tongue still hurts really fucking badly,” I say and he chuckles.
“When you are all better, baby, you can kiss me whenever you want,” he says, lightly kissing me and pulling me up so that we can get ready for the day.
“Well what happens now?” I ask nervously.
“What happens is we are going to go down for breakfast. Then you are going to tell my dad and brothers what happened and then, after I have church, I’m going to take you home and we can finally have some privacy,” he says.
“Alright, but if you are just looking for someone to clean up after you then you’ve got the wrong lady,” I say with a fake glare and he laughs at me.
“No, it’s spotless since I now eat all my meals here with you.”
I nod my head because he has been spending a lot of time here since we went on our date.
We get downstairs and have breakfast with everyone who is there, which looks like the whole club, but I don’t question it.
My parents are smiling and seem excited that the threat is finally over. My brother must have told them.
“The club is letting us own a house that is just down the street. We tried to purchase it ourselves, but they would not let us. There is no way we are leaving this town, especially now that I know you are finally happy,” my mom says as I sit down beside her. I can’t help but smile at her.
It’s such a relief to know that my family is still going to stay in town. I don’t want to be far away from them either.
Before I can utter another word, I see the club whores walk into the house. I can’t say that I care for them given the last encounter with Bullet but, as far as I know, they were supposed to keep their distance. They might have gotten the go ahead to come back because they sure didn’t waste any time.
A know a couple of them stay at the clubhouse since they have nowhere else to go, but they probably had to make themselves scarce for a while.
I’m sitting beside my mom, and Tyson is talking to his brother and Kid on the other side of the room.
Georgina comes walking out of her room here at the club with Tilly behind her. My eyes go to Georgina who has a huge dick drawn on her face and clown makeup on.
Tilly looks like she’s holding back laughter.
When Georgina walks up to Tyson with a suggestive smile, he looks at her in horror.
I watch as Krista walks into the room with her men at her back smiling mischievously.
Georgina has the nerve to smirk at her, so I’m guessing that she didn’t look in the mirror this morning.
“You up for some fun Torch, baby?” she says, and moves to put her hand on him but he moves back.
“If I were up to some fun then I would ask my woman. Go clean your face,” he says looking at her in disgust.
“What are you talking about?” she asks and looks at her reflection in the microwave.
It takes a second before she lets out a scream that definitely hurts the ear drums.
She turns around and her eyes search the room until they land on Krista who is grinning widely at her.
“You!” she shouts coming after her, but Bullet and Pyro step in front of their Old Lady crossing their arms over their chests.
“You will pay for this!” she screeches.
Krista laughs. “This was the best I could do considering I’m pregnant, but make no mistake. Hit on my men again and you won’t like what happens next.”
I watch with wide eyes as Georgina stomps out of the room. It doesn’t take long for everyone to burst out in laughter.
Yeah, everyone needed that.
After I talk to everyone, I leave the room so that they can have Church. I feel excited that I’m going to see where Tyson lives. Since I haven’t been able to leave the clubhouse, I don’t know what his place looks like.
From what he told me a couple weeks ago, he was fixing it up as his way of healing. I couldn’t be happier to hear that. He has been able to find something productive to do to help him through his grief.
Tyson takes most of the day in Church and I busy myself with my writing.
Before I know it, my stomach is growling loudly just as Tyson appears at the door.
He chuckles. “Let’s go grab some takeout and head home.”
Home.
I smile at him and wish that he meant our home and not just his, but it would be too soon to be thinking about things like that.
We grab takeout and, when we pull up to his house, I can’t help but gape at it.
It’s beautiful.
There is actually a front porch with a bench in front. When I see a plant next to it, I can’t help but giggle. Tyson just smirks at me.
“My mom had to add her touches to the place.”
I nod my head. That I could see.
We walk into his house and it’s amazing. “You redid this place by yourself?”
I can’t help but stare around the room slack-jawed.
“Yeah, I had a lot of issues to work through. This house was a place that Stacey had made a home for us but, without her, I felt like I was living in a museum of the past. I kept some stuff of hers and put it away, but I put it in a place that wasn’t a constant reminder of the life we had shared,” he tells me walking into the kitchen to put the food down on the counter.
I follow him and, when I see a little motorcycle in the corner of the kitchen, I can’t help but think how adorable it is.
When Tyson sees what my gaze is directed at, he looks at me and I can see the pain in his eyes as he speaks.
“Stacey gave that to me. It was the last thing she had ever given me. The day she was stolen from me, she left this on our coffee table and planned to surprise me that night. I didn’t open the box until after our first date. That’s what I was doing that day. It was the last piece of my past that I needed to let go. She was trying to tell me that she was ready to start a family. She had this custom made.”
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him. He hugs me tightly to his body.
“I’m sorry you won’t get the family you had with her. Don’t feel like you need to hide anything from me. She was an important part of your life and what you had was beautiful. I won’t feel jealous of a woman who shares your heart with me,” I say and he moves his head down to kiss me lightly.
“Thank you, baby. You have no idea how much those words mean to me.”
We hold each other for a few more minutes until my stomach growls.
We both let out a laugh.
“Let’s get you fed. Your stomach is getting louder by the second.”
I can’t help but blush, but I sit down and enjoy the moment.
Am I finally free?
Chapter Twenty Three
Tyson “Torch”
One month later.
Things between Camilla and I have been amazing. She spends all her time at my house and sleeps in my bed.
We haven’t had sex yet, but all of that is going to change tonight.
I kept trying to make sure that she was ready, and I think that my woman finally is.
It has been a long time since I had fucked or made love.
I wasn’t busy trying to fuck club whores after Stacey died because I couldn’t imagine being with anyone that wasn’t her.
Now I am glad that I didn’t fuck every pussy that came my way.
I wanted to be sure about this because even though I had an Old Lady before, this
is a big decision.
My father had a cut made for Camilla after we got rid of the fucker, Reaper. We let him feel pain for days until the pussy begged for death.
Ella had it placed in a box and wrapped up. She gave it to me last night with tears in her eyes.
I would also need to get Camilla to get an Old Lady tattoo, but I already know that she wants one. When the others showed her theirs, she looked envious and I can’t wait to make that dream come true for her.
She had a couple more sessions until her Phoenix tattoo would be done. She had said that it hurt the worst where the deepest scarring was.
I had already called Ink and asked him to make room in her tattoo sessions to get her an Old Lady tattoo.
He and Bullet started putting special touches on them like the one Krista has.
They are going to add a torch on Camilla’s with my name across the flames. It’s going to look sexy as fuck when she gets it on. I can’t wait to see my name on her.
I walk into our house since Camilla is now living with me. She’s standing at the counter looking like she is baking something.
I love that she always smiles when she sees me. I grin back at her.
I wrap my arms around her and see that she’s making some buns.
“Hey baby,” I say as I kiss along her jaw, and she moves her head to the side giving me better access.
“Mhmm… you have to stop doing that or I won’t get these finished in time for supper,” she says with little sigh.
“We can just skip supper,” I suggest.
“Not after all this hard work,” she says but makes no move to pull away.
I slide my hands up her sides, but she lets out a laugh and tries to pull away. Something I didn’t know until these last few weeks is that my woman is super ticklish.
“Stop,” she says in warning.
I give her a playful grin. “Or what?”
“You won’t like the consequences,” she says with a laugh.
I arch an eyebrow at her. “Now you got me all curious,” I say as I step toward her with my hands ready to tickle her again.
“You don’t want to do this,” she warns again.
I don’t take her warning though and, as I take another step, she throws a handful of flour in my face.
I spit and look at her in surprise as she’s holding her stomach laughing at me.
“I warned you,” she says grinning.
Then I grin wildly at her.
She must know the look on my face because she runs screaming.
I’m laughing behind her and chasing her throughout the house, but I end up having her caged in our bedroom and, when she makes a move, I fake her out, grab her, and toss her on the bed.
She’s laughing loudly as I climb on top of her.
I look down at her and smear my face all over her.
“I sure hope that you don’t have supper on the stove because we need to clean up now,” I say grinning, and she settles down.
She shakes her head at me. “No, I was about to put it in when you walked in.”
“Good,” I say as I bring my mouth down to hers and kiss her hard.
She grabs at my shirt and I help her pull it off.
Her hands explore my body with light touches that drive me wild.
I waste no time taking off all of our clothes until we are both naked and panting.
I kiss down her body until I’m right where I have wanted to be for months.
I lick her clit and she lets out a gasp.
Licking down from her clit, I find her entrance and slide my tongue inside, tasting her for the first time.
Fuck. I don’t think that I will ever get enough of her.
I fuck her with my tongue until she’s practically riding my face. I stop before she can reach her orgasm.
When she looks at me in frustration, I sit up and smirk down at her.
“I want you to come around my cock this time,” I tell her.
She nods her head as I move over her to grab a condom.
Before I can put it on, she stops me with a shake on her head.
“I just want to feel you, is that okay?” she asks shyly.
“Are you sure, baby?” I ask.
She nods her head.
“I know it’s a risk, but I don’t want anything between us for our first time,” she says.
I kiss her hard. “Baby, it’s not a risk. Whatever happens, I’m your man for the rest of our lives,” I tell her with such certainty that she pulls my head back down for another kiss.
Slowly, I slide my cock inside of her and fuck, she feels like pure fucking heaven.
She grabs my arms and I slowly slide in and out until I am fully seated inside of her.
Once I am completely buried inside of her, I take a moment to let her adjust, and to make sure that I don’t blow the second I move.
Her hips start moving and I know she’s ready for me.
I take my time fucking her slowly, letting her feel all of me and feeling her walls clenching around my cock.
Perfect. Fucking perfect.
“Tyson,” she says on a moan.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” I rasp out.
I look down into her eyes as I make love to her for the first time.
I see the same emotions crossing her face that I feel inside.
“I love you, Camilla,” I tell her making sure to look her in the eyes. Tears shine in her eyes back at me.
“I love you too, Tyson.”
Best fucking words I could ever hear.
I kiss her hard as I pick up the pace and her hips meet my thrusts.
Sweat starts coating our bodies as we get lost in each other.
When we both finally find our release, we fall together shouting each other’s name.
My arms are shaking as I try hard not to let my weight fall on her, and both of us calm down.
“I meant it, you know?” I say when I look down at her, not bothering to pull out just yet.
She nods her head smiling at me with the sweetest fucking smile.
“I did too,” she says sweetly.
“Good, because I’m never going to let you go,” I tell her as I kiss her again and start sliding myself in and out of her as my cock starts to harden again.
“I’m never going to let you go either,” she says as I grab her hands and link our fingers together and I thrust into her harder.
Bliss. Pure fucking bliss.
Epilogue
Camilla
Three months later.
Everyone is at the Clubhouse and the party is in full swing. There are members from other charters here, so all the Old Ladies are wearing their jackets.
I proudly wear mine as I talk to Ella and Sophie.
Tyson gave it to me after we had made love the second time.
Nothing could have made me happier in that moment than accepting such an amazing gift.
I got my tattoo of the Phoenix done, and Tyson’s Old Lady tattoo on my other shoulder. I am now proud to show it off. I now wear sleeveless shirts with pride which I never had imagined I would ever be able to do again.
I want everyone to see who I belong to.
The kids are running around as the family time is until eight o’clock. After eight, the brothers start to get wild.
Krista walks in with each of her men carrying a baby carrier.
That was another thing that happened. After Tyson gave me my cut, the phone rang and Krista was in labour.
We waited at home until we heard that she had the babies. We didn’t want to overcrowd the waiting room.
She had two little girls who already have their daddies wrapped around their fingers.
They named them Audrey Stacey Carter, and Emily Veronica Andrews. They decided to name a baby after each of the men because they didn’t care who the father was.
Honestly, at this point, they both looked like Krista. Their features may reveal who their biological dad is later in life but, by then, it definitely won�
�t matter.
She smiles when she sees me, holding her purse tightly.
“I got what you wanted,” she says mysteriously.
Ella and Sophie look between us confused.
“Where’s the goods?” I ask her with amusement lacing my tone.
“It’s in the bag. Take it with you, so no one will see,” she says, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at her.
“Geeze you guys sound like you are smuggling drugs,” Olivia says walking up to us chuckling.
I laugh. “How do you know that we aren’t?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at her.
She looks at me with raised eyes. “Yeah, that would be really stupid considering where we are right now,” she says gesturing to everyone behind her.
I laugh and take Krista’s bag. All the women follow me to the washroom. I didn’t know this was a group thing but, what the heck. Go with the flow, right?
I walk in with everyone following me. We get to the washroom to find Demi, who I now know is Stone’s granddaughter. He’s one of the oldest members of the clubhouse and I never did find out what happened but, given her state and her hugging the toilet, I feel that I am about to find out.
She smiles weakly when she sees us walk in.
“Honey, are you okay?” Krista says going to nurse mode.
Demi shakes her head with her lips trembling. “No, and I don’t think I will be okay.”
“Oh honey, what’s wrong? You can talk to us,” Ella says rubbing Demi’s back.
She looks at all of us before letting out a sigh of defeat.
“You guys don’t happen to have a pregnancy test on you?” she says, and Krista looks at her in shock.
“Well actually, we do,” she says grabbing her purse. “I happen to have a few,” she says pulling out a bunch of boxes. Wow, no wonder she was carrying a big purse.
Ella, Sophie, and Olivia look between me, Krista, and Demi, while understanding dawns on them.
“Are you?” Ella says pointing to my stomach looking excited.
I shrug. “I’m not sure, which is what Krista and I were talking about.”
“Well, get up ladies and get to it,” Ella says clapping her hands together.
“Can you guys at least turn around?” Demi asks dryly when they are all standing in a line staring at us.