Until July

by Aurora Rose Reynolds

  “You’re not going to believe this.”

  “What?” Hanna asks, sitting forward like this is a soap opera.

  “Jax just hired a guy named Evan. He was in the Marines and his convoy was blown up. All of his friends were killed; he was the only survivor. He is supposed to start in two weeks.”

  “Oh, God,” June whimpers. “So he’s moving here.” I cannot even believe this is happening.

  “Yeah, since Jax’s case load has been building up, he wanted to hire some new guys, and this guy, Evan, was recommended…by one of Wes’ friends actually.”

  “Tell Jax he can’t hire him,” Harmony says.

  “No,” June whispers. “If it’s true he lost all of his friends and all that happened to him, then he needs this. Don’t take that from him,” she breathes, and more tears fill my eyes. That is love—caring about what the other person is facing, even if they don’t care about you.

  “You’re moving home next year,” December reminds her softly.

  “Then I have a year to get over him.”

  “We will help you, whatever you need,” I tell her.

  “I need to get drunk,” June states.

  “That, we can do,” Willow says, handing her the bottle of tequila.

  “I need to call Wes,” I slur when the girls start saying they are going to head home.

  “You’re not going to ride with us?” my sisters ask.

  “No, Wes wants to pick me up.” I smile.

  “Wes is so hot and nice,” December mumbles, leaning on my arm.

  “I know,” I agree, pulling out my phone to call him.

  “Can he bring his friends?” Willow asks.

  “I don’t know. I’ll ask him.” I shrug and put my phone to my ear.

  “Babe,” Wes answers.

  “I love that,” I tell him while looking at my lap.

  “What’s that?”

  “When you call me babe,” I clarify, and December mutters, “I love it too,” making me giggle.

  “You drunk?”

  “Just a little,” I mutter, holding my fingers in front of my face an inch apart.

  “Just a little, huh?” he chuckles.

  “Can you bring your friends with you to come get me?” I ask, twirling my hair around my finger.

  “Why?”

  “Um…’cause they’re hot.”

  “Pardon?” he growls making me giggle.

  “Are you going to spank me for that?” I giggle louder.

  “Jesus,” he mutters that one word, making me squirm on my seat. “I’m on my way.”

  “Yay.” I smile, hanging up.

  “Wes is on his way,” I tell the table.

  “Is he bringing his friends?” Willow asks.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Bummer,” December mutters.

  “One more shot,” June murmurs.

  “Dad, Uncle Trevor, and Jax are outside,” April tells everyone, taking the shot glass December hands her.

  “To a sisterhood that is more than just blood,” Willow says, holding up her shot glass, and we all clink our drinks together then shoot the shots back. I can’t wait until all of my girls are home; I miss this.

  When we stumble out of the bar, I see Wes getting down from his SUV and a frown forms on my mouth.

  “Where’s your bike?” I pout, and his eyes sweep over me and his jaw goes hard.

  “Where’s the rest of your dress?” he asks.

  “That’s what I asked,” my dad mumbles while opening the door to my mom’s SUV for my sisters.

  “You’re supposed to say how beautiful I look,” I tell him, putting my hands on my hips.

  “Oh, you look beautiful, baby, too beautiful to be in a bar without your man.”

  “Oh, my God,” I hear and look over at Harmony, and when her head turns, our eyes meet and she mutters, “What? That was hot.” She shrugs, and Wes wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to his SUV.

  “Where’s your bike?” I ask again.

  “Baby, you’re not riding on the back of my bike sloshed,” he says as I stumble, and he pulls me back into his body just before I hit the pavement.

  “Thanks,” I murmur while admitting to myself that it’s probably best he didn’t ride his bike.

  “Come on. I’m taking you guys home,” Jax says gathering Willow, Harmony, Nalia, and Ashlyn.

  “Hey, Dad,” Hanna says, stumbling over to Uncle Trevor, who is frowning at her. “Oh, turn that frown upside down. At least there are no boys here,” she tells him, and he just shakes his head and looks at my dad, who shuts the door, cutting off the sound of my giggling sisters.

  “Was one boy too much to ask for?” my dad asks.

  “Aww, Dad, I’ll give you a grandson,” I say then cover my mouth and look at Wes, who has a funny look on his face, and then to my dad, who just shakes his head.

  “Love you,” Dad says, coming over and giving me a hug.

  “Love you too.” I hug him back then let Wes lift me up into his SUV.

  “You gonna be around tomorrow?” Wes asks my dad, and even in my drunken state, I can see something flash in my dad’s eyes as he nods. Wes slams my door and says something else before walking around and getting behind the wheel.

  “What was that?” I ask Wes, watching Dad get into his car and take off.

  “Nothing, baby,” Wes says, pulling my seatbelt across my lap before putting his on and pulling out after Jax. “What do you got on under that dress baby?” he asks, and my breath hitches as his fingers skim up my thigh.

  “Nothing,” I breathe, and his finger pauses.

  “Pardon?” he asks, but there is a hint of anger in his tone. “Let me see how you left the house with my goods.” I start panting and slowly shimmy the tight bottom of the dress up and over my hips. “You’re lucky, baby.” His finger slides up my core, over the sheer material of my panties, making me gasp. “Pull that skirt back down,” he says, and I hold my breath a moment then pull it back down over my hips as his hand slides back and forth over my thigh in soft, smooth strokes, not giving me anything, while at the same time, letting me know he’s with me.

  When we pull up to the house, he clicks the button for the garage and I’m reminded my Jeep is at my parents. He pulls in and parks then shuts the door to the garage, leaving only a small bit of light available to see with. My pulse spikes higher as he gets out without saying anything and comes around, opening my door and unhooking my belt, turning me with my feet out the door.

  Without warning, his hand fists in the top of my dress, tugging it down, causing my breasts to spring free. His head lowers and he pulls one nipple into his mouth, while pulling, pinching, and tugging on the other one with two fingers. My head falls back and my legs try to wrap around his hips, while my hands grab onto his shoulders as he moves to cup the other breast, licking around the nipple before biting down on it.

  “Wes,” I moan, and his hands move to the back of my knees as he pulls me roughly towards him, shoving my dress up over my hips.

  “Fuck, baby, your smell makes my mouth water, knowing when I bite into you, you’re gonna gush into my mouth,” he says, taking my mouth in an aggressive kiss.

  Then his fingers slide up my center again, making my hips jerk forward. “Hmmm,” leaves his mouth as his mouth leaves mine. He pushes me back gently with a hand on my chest then lifts my foot, placing it on the open door while placing a hand on the inner thigh of my other leg, spreading me out for him. He pulls up on the top of my panties causing the material to slide between the lips of my pussy and a moan to leave my mouth. My nails dig into his scalp as his mouth lowers and he pulls my clit into his mouth, sliding my panties to the side, and slips first one finger, then two inside me, lifting up, causing a deep burn to build inside me then ignite as he lifts my leg to his shoulder and sucks my clit, flicking it with his tongue.

  His name leaves my mouth on a loud cry and my body lights up, every cell of my body buzzing. As I come back to myself, I feel Wes ente
r me. My arms go around his shoulders and my legs around his hips as he pulls me from his car with his hands on my ass then presses me into the cold metal of his truck.

  “I like the idea of you having my son,” he tells me, causing the walls of my vagina to contract around him. “Seems you like it too, baby.” He smiles, lifting me higher with his hands around my thighs. My heels dig into his ass and my nails grasp into his tee-covered back.

  “I’m going to come,” I moan then clamp down on his shoulder with my teeth, coming hard.

  “Fuck!” he roars, pulling me down hard on him, making the orgasm already flowing through me reignite as I feel him get bigger as warmth floods my insides. His hips still and my mouth releases his skin as he gathers me close to his chest.

  “Love you,” I mumble, wrapping myself tighter around him, and he gathers me impossibly closer, carrying me through the house and setting me on the bed. He pulls my dress off, along with my bra and panties, and then goes to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later with a makeup wipe. He gently takes of my makeup then lays me down, unstrapping my shoes.

  “You wanna shirt, or you wanna sleep like that?”

  “Chest-to-chest,” I mumble then watch as he slips off his clothes and turns out the light. When his body compresses the bed, I snuggle into his side, and he pulls me up and over until I’m lying on top of him with my legs between his.

  “Love you, baby.” His hand runs down my back, but I’m too out of it to reply, so I just kiss his chest and give him a pat. His body shakes and I know he’s laughing, but I ignore it and fall asleep.

  Chapter 14

  I wake up and look at the clock then down at the warm, sweet woman that’s asleep on top of me, closing my eyes. I couldn’t imagine not waking up to her everyday for the rest of my life.

  I kiss her hair and roll to the side, fighting myself from sliding back inside her as I adjust her on the bed. These moments are the hardest. If I could spend my days with my mouth on her or my cock inside her, I would, but I need to get up and feed the boys then go over and meet her dad.

  I never thought I would be asking a father for permission to marry his daughter, but with July, I know her dad’s approval is important, and if I’m honest with myself, it’s important to me as well. It would mean he thinks I’m good enough for his daughter.

  “Stay with me,” she mumbles in her sleep, burying her face in my chest and making me smile.

  “I gotta get up, baby,” I tell her, sitting up.

  “I don’t want to get up.” She pouts, making me chuckle.

  “You don’t need to get up; you can sleep.”

  “Okay, good,” she sighs, then tugs my pillow down, hugging it to her chest. I run a hand down my face and pick up my sweats off the chair, pulling them on, and then head to the kitchen.

  “Hey.” I pause to give Capone a scratch then go to the kitchen and set up the coffee pot before getting the boys their food and feeding Taser, who just tweets when he sees me. I still laugh when I think of his name and the fact if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have met July. Once I finish a cup of coffee, I grab a bottle of water, the bottle of aspirin from the cabinet, along with a glass of orange juice, and take them with me, setting them on the side table, so when July wakes up, she will see them.

  I pull out a pair of jeans and a thermal shirt, taking them with me to the guest bath so I don’t wake her up.

  Once I’m done showering, I dress quickly, put on my boots, grab my wallet and cell, and then head to my truck. When I open the door for the garage, the light comes on and I smile then laugh, going back into the house to grab a rag so I can wipe down the side of my truck, where July’s ass-print is. I don’t think her dad would be cool with me showing up with proof on the side of my truck that I’m trying to get his daughter pregnant, I think, then pause and lower my head, trying to breathe as I realize what I just thought. I know deep down it’s the truth; I would be happy if she had my kid. Fuck, I would be over the moon about it, and my mom…hell, my mom would be fucking thrilled to be a grandmother.

  “One thing at a time,” I tell myself as I finish wiping down the truck.

  By the time I pull out onto the highway, I feel like I’m preparing to go to war. I know that no matter what her dad says, I will still have July as my wife, but I want his approval, not for myself, but for her. I bought her ring two weeks ago, and I can’t wait to put it on her finger.

  When I pull up to her parents’ house, I get out and November opens the front door, meeting me on the porch. “Hey, Wes. Where’s my daughter?”

  “Still in bed. She had a little too much fun last night with her sisters,” I tell her on a chuckle.

  She starts laughing and gives me a hug once I reach the front door. “The girls are still in bed, and when I offered them breakfast, they started throwing stuff at me. So would you like some breakfast? I have plenty.” She smiles, and I can plainly see where July got hers from.

  “I’d like that,” I agree, following her into the house and to the kitchen, where she has a whole buffet of food prepared.

  “I got a little carried away, but I like having the girls home, and I know one way to keep them coming back is by keeping them full while they’re here,” she says on a grin.

  “I have no doubt they would continue to come back, even without your food,” I assure her, seeing a lot of my mother in her.

  “You hitting on my wife?” Asher asks, coming into the kitchen, and I hide my smile. These two have most likely been together for a good twenty years, and you can tell he is still possessive and protective of his wife.

  “Don’t know if that would bode well with you agreeing to let me marry your daughter,” I tell him, and his eyes flash with respect, the same look he has given me since the first time we met, and some of the anxiety about this moment leaves me.

  “Don’t suppose it would,” he concurs, patting my shoulder then kissing his wife, whispering something to her that makes her snap out of her daze.

  “Coffee?” he asks me, holding up the pot.

  “Yes, sir.” I nod, and he fills a cup for himself and one for me.

  “Do you think you deserve my girl?” he asks, and I’m actually impressed that’s his first question. I take a drink of coffee and look at July’s mom, who is watching me closely, more closely than she has any other time I’ve been around her before.

  I swallow and set my cup on the counter. “No.” I shake my head. “There’s probably someone out there who can give her more than I can, but I would kill that guy before I gave him the chance to prove me right.” I look at her mom then her dad. “I love her with everything in me. Since almost the moment I met her, I’ve felt a pull to her unlike anything I have felt before. I don’t deserve her, but no one will ever love her like I do or will.”

  “Oh my,” one voice says from behind me, but I don’t take my eyes off Asher.

  “If we’re voting, my vote is yes,” another voice says.

  “He has my vote too,” comes a third.

  “I love my sister, but if she says no, I’m here.”

  “April!” November snaps, making me chuckle.

  “All right, son, you have my blessing. Now you just have to ask my girl,” he says, and the word son fills me with a sense of pride.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Don’t thank me; turn around and look at the girls behind you,” he tells me, and I do as he says, taking in July’s four sisters. “I didn’t have any boys. I had five girls…five beautiful girls I swear to Christ were put on this earth to torture me.” There is a lot of yelling, “Hey!” from the girls, all of them glaring at him. “You’re the first man, which means some of this weight has been lifted off me, and you now have the responsibility of helping me look out for my girls. Welcome to the family,” he says, lifting his cup to me then to his mouth and taking a drink.

  “Well then, let’s eat,” November says, and I look at her then the girls, wondering what the hell I just got myself into. July is a handful on he
r own, and with all her sisters coming home over the next couple of years, I have a feeling I’m going to need some back-up. I shake off the feeling, knowing I have a few years until I need to think about it, and go and eat breakfast.

  “Hey, babe,” I answer the phone as the girls pass around the ring I got for July. I step out of the room and stand in the hallway. All along the wall are pictures of the Mayson family, and my eyes land on a picture of July when she was a little girl. Her long blonde hair looked wild, like she had been rolling in grass, her dress wrinkled, and her tiny arms were wrapped around a giant dog’s neck, her head pressing into his black and white fur. He sat looking regal, the look on his face one that said he would eat anyone who got too close to her. I knew instantly that was Beast; I also knew from the picture the bond they shared.

  “You’re not home,” she complains, her voice still scratchy from sleep. I look from the picture to the ground and smile. Since the moment I first stayed at her place, she has been calling her house our home. I love that.

  “I came to your parents’ to get your Jeep.”

  “Oh,” she says, sounding disappointed.

  “You okay?” I ask after a long moment of silence, wondering if she has fallen asleep.

  “Did my mom make breakfast?” she asks.

  I laugh and mutter, “Yes.”

  “Can you bring me some when you come home?”

  “Sure thing, baby.”

  “Thank you,” she murmurs, still sounding tired.

  “Sleep ’til I get home.”

  “Okay,” she agrees, saying, “I love you,” before hanging up.

  “Do you mind making July a plate, and then following me back with the Jeep, so she doesn’t catch onto why I was here?” I ask, walking back into the living room.

  “No problem,” Asher says, and November gets up, gathering some food together for July.

  “Do you know how you’re going to ask her?” December asks.

  “No, I haven’t thought much about it. Figured it would come to me,” I confess, taking the ring back, putting it in the box then in my pocket again.

  “I think however you do it, it will be perfect. She loves you,” November says, coming back and setting down a plate covered in plastic wrap. “Just follow your heart.”