Dismounting, I place my helmet on my bike before helping her to do the same. Uncertainty and fear hide behind the look she’s giving me. Taking her hand into mine I give it a gentle, yet reassuring squeeze. “Now is the time to trust, my little savage.” I bop the tip of her nose with the tip of my finger in an attempt to lighten the weight she’s internally harboring. “Looks like Nova, Outlaw, and Harlow are already inside,” I let her know in case she hasn’t already seen that for herself.
She does well at feigning a smile just for me. “Yeah, I noticed.”
Turning around, one of her hands still in mine, I walk us into the clubhouse. The women are crowded around the common area as per usual with the children. All I can think about is how much I can’t wait to see Shara over there with them while she’s holding and playing with our child. They all begin to welcome her presence and invite her over. Nova stands with the help of Outlaw and looks like she’s gonna pop any second now. I just hope those babies stay put until we make it back or Fox will have one helluva fit; and I don’t even want to imagine Novalee’s reaction. The way her mood swings have been, she’d probably castrate him on sight. I feel myself shudder at the thought.
“What? Why’d you shudder like that?” Shara anxiously asks.
“Nothing to worry about, baby,” I reply in hopes to soothe any concern I might’ve stirred up.
“Didn’t look like nothing,” she tells me with a tilt of her head.
Placing my hands on top of her shoulders, as I choose my words wisely, I respond, “I was just looking at Novalee’s belly and remembering all the mood swings the poor thing’s had to endure. That was all.”
She bats my arm. “So, basically the thought of me having them and you dealing with them isn’t necessarily something you’re looking forward to? That’s what you really meant.” She pops one hip outward as she places her closed fists firmly on them both.
And, she’s spot on with her assessment. “Um, basically, yup.” Shit, look at her mood swings right now. Hot then cold. I can only imagine how they’ll be with an increase in hormones, but I keep the rest of my thoughts to myself. If we weren’t in a time of crisis, I’d taunt and tease her with disciplinary actions at home later.
“Well, at least you were honest about it.” Her hands fall from her hips and she places a kiss on my cheek before turning toward an approaching Novalee.
Shara
I really hate it when I feel as if I’m being kept in the dark. Especially where it pertains to my life. Trying to shrug off the uncertain answers from my questions to Pyro, I go and join Novalee.
“How are you holding up?” Nova asks me as I plop down next to her. Leaning over, I give her a quick hug before pulling back.
“I’m so-so,” I admit to her, shaking my hand from side to side. “Nothing irritates me more than when the men use ‘club business’ in order to not answer any pertinent questions.” I gesture with my hands in quotation marks at the club business portion of my statement.
“You know how these men are, Shara. They have to protect us little old defenseless women,” she dramatically answers with a flare of sarcasm in her voice.
“Yeah, us pitiful little women need to be coddled and protected from all the big hard worries of the world,” I pronounce, just as dramatically as she just did. “You know, my mind doesn’t seem to compute all the big bad wolves that are prowling around.”
“Look at you using big words like a true grown up.” Nova laughs as she teases me. “We’ve grown up good.” I join her in laughter, as our drunken nights from back in the day rear their ugly heads. We used to joke with one another about how we’d reverted back to our teenage years and verbiage as we’d be slurring our way through conversations.
“God, those were the good old days,” I reminisce as memories flood my mind. “We were crazy and downright pathetic at times.”
“I wouldn’t say that, I’d say we were spreading our wings and discovering the in between stages of being teenagers and then joining the ranks of womanhood,” she states as she looks at me sideways, almost offended.
Arching a brow, I let her know it’s not that serious. “Calm your swollen tits, geez.” Placing my hand on her round belly, I rub up and down; soothing my beautiful nieces inside there.
“I am not a dog, Shara,” Nova tells me as she stands, moving away from my belly rub, placing her hands upon her hips. “For fuck’s sake, it’s too hot in here,” she complains while fanning herself after taking one hand away from her side.
Standing alongside her, I, too, place my hands on my hips. “Did I call you a dog? And no, Nova, it’s actually nice and cool in here. But, you’re certainly acting like a bitch in heat. Give birth already would ya? I miss my friend. The old Nova, not this unimproved new version you’re attempting to pass off as her.”
Her mouth gapes wide open at my words and her face explodes in a bright beet red color. “Oh yeah? Well, if it weren’t for this new and unimproved version of my old friend, we wouldn’t be stuck in this prison,” she spits out with such disdain in her voice.
“Now, ladies,” Outlaw squeezes in between us with baby Melodi on her hip. “I can relate to being extremely pregnant and miserable,” she says, looking at Nova sympathetically. “Can I offer you a fan? I’ve got an extra one in our room we can plug in right here or wherever you want it to go.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Nova responds, “That would be nice, thank you.” When she sneers over in my direction, I clamp my lips closed to keep from retaliating back with a snap of my tongue.
Outlaw nods before turning to me. “Shara, I can’t imagine what you’re thinking or feeling right now, but it must be absolute torture.” Her head turns between the both of us as she continues, “none of this is easy right now, for any of us. What we’re not gonna do is begin to turn on one another; at least not this early on.” I can’t help but snarkily wonder if she’s saying it’s okay to go toe to toe later on today or tomorrow? Either one works for me, I’ve got some aggression that needs to be unleashed and worked through. Outlaw could give me a run for my money… something to ponder later when I’m having a hard time containing my temper.
“I fucking knew it! We are in the end of times, people. Nobody panic, you know, Big Daddy Fox will save the day.” Fox’s obnoxious voice breaks free as our heads snap in his direction. “What? If Outlaw is the voice of reason, from what I heard, what I speak is the truth and nothing but.” He approaches Nova and leans in for a kiss only to be turned away with the push of her hand.
I feel a smirk begin to form on my face. Good, he can take the brunt of her rollercoaster emotions and hot flashes for now. “You,” Nova sneers at Fox as a disgruntled look plagues his face. “It’s way too fucking hot in here and the last thing I want or need is for you to be all over me.”
“And ha-fucking-ha. Very fucking funny, asshole. The jokester of the club shares some of his unwarranted comic relief. I’m shocked,” Outlaw retorts, handing her daughter to her father whose arms are open and waiting.
The light weight of my man's chin resting on top of my head from behind is a needed disruption from the storm that is brewing in here. “How’s my little savage holding up?” he inquires as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body.
Like rain pouring down from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes, his presence and touch instantly soothes me. “Eh, I’m hanging in there,” I lie to him and pray he doesn’t sense it in my tone.
Lowering his head down, he begins to place gentle peppering kisses on the nape of my neck. “We’ve only got four hours, my love.” His warm breath grazes against my flesh with each word. Without warning, he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder as if I weigh no more than a feather.
His physique and strength never cease to make my panties wet with need for him. After letting out a squeal, I tell him as my head hangs staring straight at his ass, “Put me down.” I smack one cheek of his rear end as I bounce around while he carries me to his room.<
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Pyro
Kicking the door shut behind me, I set my woman down and feast my eyes on what I am about to devour. As I begin to lick my lips, I watch color drain from her face before she covers her mouth. “W-what’s wrong?” I barely manage to get out as she dashes for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Not far behind, I manage to catch up only to be stopped by the door being locked. “Shara, baby, everything okay in there?” I hear gagging and what sounds like possible vomiting. I can feel the corner of my upper lip as it rises and I can only imagine the look of disgust on my face and I’m so glad she can’t see it. Mentally, I check myself reminding me that I’ve burned, killed, maimed, tortured, and worn human flesh as a trophy before. Get it together, man I inwardly chastise myself. That’s your woman in there and clearly she’s not feeling well; at the very least something has upset her. Now is my time to show her that I am here to be not only her lover, but her rock in a time of need. “Shara, please open the door and let me help you.”
I hear the toilet flush and now the faucet is running. “I’m fine, DP. Just got a little motion sick I think. Or maybe my nerves have gotten the best of me is all.” I hear her muffled voice through the door as I lean my ear up against it.
“What can I get you or do to ease your nerves?” I practically beg of her through this wooden plank separating myself from her. “A water? Soda? Crackers?” I begin to spout out potential solutions before she opens the door.
“A water would be great, thanks,” she tells me, the barrier no longer dividing us. The back of my hand automatically goes to her forehead searching for signs of a fever. “What are you doing?” she questions, pulling away from me.
“My God, woman, you’re clammy and as pale as a ghost. Here, you need to just lay down for now.” I begin to usher her to the bed.
“You always were so charming, Asher,” she replies subtly as she lets me help her to the bed. “You really know how to make a woman weak in the knees.” She proceeds with her sarcasm.
“Well, it got you in my bed and me between those thighs, now didn’t it?” I respond, placing a cover over her body as she finds a comfortable position.
“Yeah, yeah. How’s that water coming?” she asks, her tone weak and low on energy.
I glare at her for a moment before realizing we’re having a stare-off. Normally, I would banter back and forth all day if that’s what she wanted before bending her over my knee; but I realize she’s truly in need of some hydration. “Coming right up, my little savage.” I turn and make my way back down to the kitchen. What has this woman turned me into? Or better yet, who? I palm my face as the thoughts cross my mind, and I admit to myself that I am such a sucker for her.
15
Shara
My nerves must be shot to complete hell. I’m not usually one that gets flustered or overly concerned about things to the point it begins to physically affect me, but the uncertainty of not knowing what’s going on with my dad is slowly ruining me. If that’s not bad enough, my man, my dark prince, has to leave for God only knows how long. Since we’ve been together, we’ve never spent a single night apart. I’d be lying if I couldn’t admit that while I know he’s completely able to single-handedly take out most men, that I wasn’t concerned for his safety; and for that of my brothers. The thought of the unknown and this being my first possible club war is working me overtime.
“Baby, how are you feeling now?” Pyro leans over, caressing my arm.
I turn my gaze to his beautiful orbs and feel myself fighting back the overwhelming flood of emotions surfing through my veins. Taking in a deep breath I try to steady the rise and fall of my chest so I can convince him that I am fine. The last thing he needs in this moment is to be distracted worrying about me and my nerves. If I need anything from him in this moment and the upcoming ones are for him to be and maintain complete focus. I need him to come back home to me, alive and well. Cupping the side of his cheek with my hand, I feel his cheek eagerly lean into my embrace. “I am feeling much better now, DP. Thank you for your patience and attentiveness to me earlier today.” I feel my eyes shift as they fall, looking downward as I almost feel embarrassed for getting sick in his presence. “I… it’s just I think I let my nerves get the better of me and that’s not something I want or need you to see because I know it will only cause unnecessary worry on your part.”
His hand gently grips my wrist as he tangles his fingers with mine. Brushing a strand of hair that has fallen away from my face, he reassures me, “Shara, we’re in this together. The good, bad, and the ugly. I will never not be concerned for you or your well-being. You’re mine, it’s just natural.” With the tip of his finger, he tilts my chin back upwards until our eyes lock. “We’ve only got another hour together before I’ve got to go start getting things ready with my brothers. Now, get over here in my arms and let me hold you close.” The warmth of his words reach my flesh and pebble my skin as they work their way through my mind. He pulls me into his body and I feel my entire body relax as it melts into his. Placing his soft lips on my forehead, he assures my restless thoughts. “Right now, in this moment, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing than this.” The comfort his embrace and words bring me are unparalleled and somehow manage to seduce me right into a much-needed slumber.
Pyro
As against this as I normally am, it’s time to ride out and I refuse to wake Shara up. She’s sleeping so soundly, so peacefully, and God forbid this be the last time I do see her I’d rather her last memory be of me holding her instead of filled with sad ‘goodbyes’.
Softly, I roll over and out of the bed; when that doesn’t wake her, I gently place my lips to her cheek. Once she doesn’t budge with that motion, I whisper beneath my breath how much I love her and what she means to me before I exit the room.
After closing the door behind me, I turn around to find myself greeted with the backside of a naked Fox as he pulls his door also. He turns and notices me staring at him, clothes in hand. “Christ, Fox, you look like an escapee or something. I can literally see the beads of sweat on your forehead.”
Shoving one leg at a time into his jeans, he responds, “Yeah? You’d look like this too if your woman was eight months pregnant with twins and had the sex drive of an eighteen-year-old boy.” He points to the door in which Novalee is behind. “That woman’s hormones are out of control I tell ya. Normally, I wouldn’t be complaining about such a thing, but brother, I tell you, this is some next level horniness. I’ve become her personal sex toy, or slave.” He pauses and looks to be contemplating what he’s just stated. “Yeah, both. I get zero say and, well, I’m beginning to feel a little used at this point,” he admits.
Closing the space between us as we need to wrap this up and head down to meet the others, with a pat on the back I tell him, “Hopefully once those babies are born you’ll get your balls back. Now finish getting dressed and let’s go.”
“Someone’s gonna have to have a set around our place considering I’ll be outnumbered three-to-one,” I hear him say behind me.
Quietly I chuckle at his response as we make our way downstairs. “And that, dear brother, I can’t wait to see unfold.”
“Find this amusing, huh? Just wait, your day is coming,” he replies through his own little chuckle. “We’ll see who’s laughing then.”
“My day won’t be anytime soon. Shara and I are a long ways away from having the discussion about seriously trying for some little Pyro’s.” I may not truly believe this bullshit I just spewed, but I don’t want Fox to have any idea about the fact that I plan on planting my seed deep inside of my woman’s womb. It’s personal and he’s worse than an old woman gossiping at the damn hair salon. You want something spread far and wide, tell Fox.
Patting me on the shoulder before passing me by, he snarkily rebuts, “That’s exactly where I thought I was too when Nova dropped the bomb on me. Sometimes these things can’t be controlled no matter how much we try, brother. God speed.”
“Hey, fuck you,”
I spout off one last jab at him as he merrily makes his way behind the bar to grab a doobie and spark it up.
Rogue stands stoically, a lit cigar in hand, visually accounting for us all. “Now that we’re all here, everything is packed in the SUVs with the prospects. The rest of us will be riding, you know the drill. We haven’t got time to waste, let’s roll out.”
Once outside and on our bikes, the SUV’s hum to life and momentarily I worry the sound of all our bikes will wake Shara; but there’s no stopping it. In uniform order, one-by-one, we ride away off into the night. As uncertain as the future is for us as individuals at the moment, I can say with certainty that this club, Twisted Iron MC, will serve justice and ultimately come out on top; hopefully better than before with a better alliance with Steel Empire, too.
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