Charlie_Northern Grizzlies MC Book 4

by M. Merin

  “Now, Riley, I’ll want a list of those attending and what ingredients will be needed for the dinner. I will leave that to you but we’ll have servers and a proper bar.” I pause. “Charlie, you aren’t exactly conventional so I hope you’ll take my next suggestion in the way it’s meant. Women always want to wear a white dress, it’s foolish and your skin tone is much to pale. If you must, I’d say a champagne or silver color but with your eyes; think about blue.”

  Riley draws back from her, looking like she’s going to tell me to mind my beeswax; but Charlie stops her. Actually, her laugh stops us both.

  “Oh, Mrs. Riley, look at my hands! They’re always slightly tinged with oil no matter what I do, so white would be silly. I’ve always wanted a fancy blue dress; I’m so happy you said that!” Getting up, she throws her arms around me. “I was so scared when I walked in here, and when I realized you knew about; well, about my men, I nearly peed myself.

  “Before you told me I could call you Gram? May I? Riley, would that bother you?” She adds, looking back to my granddaughter.

  “Charlie, I told you we’d be best friends; now you’ll be my sister instead!” Riley squeezes her shoulder and Charlie looks back to me.

  “Settled,” I say, refusing to cry. “However, in the future, please do not discuss ‘pee’ in the dining room. Now, it’s late for me and I’m sure you have a party to get to, so let this old lady get some rest; but email Rogers the details.” I dismiss them, before enduring another round of hugs and kisses.

  Connal

  The clubhouse is full and the party is raging; I look around knowing half the group won’t make it to the wedding at this rate. Flint refuses to be separated from Bree tonight; they’re hand in hand making their way around to talk to everyone. Flint’s got quite a following with other MCs, so there are reps from all the friendly regional groups in the house tonight.

  Really, I’m just twitchy; waiting on Charlie to get here. Nervous about how tonight might have gone with Riley’s grandmother. I only met her briefly when Riley had been taken and she seems pretty heavily starched.

  Suddenly the conversation near the door cuts off and Gunner is pushing me; he’s a bit taller than I am, allowing him to see our women enter immediately. Jake was near the bar listening to an animated Wrench but turned without a word when he saw her enter. I don’t slow my stride even after I see Jake kiss her; Riley is stuck behind her with her eyes locked on Gunner. He shoves a guy without a cut aside to get to her; I move through his path quicker than I could have created one, and I soon have my lips latched onto Charlie’s neck as Jake devours her mouth.

  She turns to me, one arm still around Jake; laughing into my mouth but submitting to my need.

  “Mrs. Riley,” She gasps, coming up for air. “She’s hosting our wedding. She was wonderful. She said she’s my Gram now also.”

  Charlie is vibrating, not just with her desire for us, but over Riley’s grandmother’s reception of her. As Jake pulls her close, I look over and mouth ‘Thank you’ to Riley, who is tightly held to Gunner’s side.

  “Still in ten days, though?” I hear Jake ask her and realize I missed something.

  “Yes! The wedding will be in her living room, and she’s getting flowers and someone to do my hair.” Charlie gushes.

  “No make-up, Charlie…” I start.

  “Just a touch,” Riley cuts in. “She doesn’t need much.”

  “She’s perfect without it,” Jake says, nuzzling into her neck.

  “Jake, get drinks; let’s move. They’re being eyed here.” Gunner growls. “Too many I don’t know.”

  “Shots and beer!” Riley calls out before Gunner maneuvers us past the bar.

  Moving back, we stand to the side near Betsy & Russian, Amy & Wrench; I see Gunner’s point. Riley and Charlie stand out, even with all the honey holes and random chicks who came in for the pre-celebration; the majority will be tossed out first thing in the morning. Charlie only has the slightest hint of cleavage, but the contrast of her cut on top of her shirt accentuates her Bounty.

  Russian has his hands full; even with Betsy wearing his Property cut, too many outsiders recognize her face and move towards her before noticing his claim. Without being obvious, Gunner and I block her from the crowd; warning them off. Emma makes an appearance but is obviously exhausted from her pregnancy. The women, including Bree, go to spend time with her in Jasper’s quiet, smoke-free office.

  “Betsy looks mighty fine in your cut, Russian,” Flint says. “Should have happened a long time ago.”

  “Well, we all got shit to get over, don’t we?” He responds, shrugging. “Water under the bridge.”

  “Hear there’s another wedding right after ours?” Flint adds next; everyone’s head turns to Gunner who’s lighting up, what’s become for him, a rare cigarette.

  “Don’t look at me, can’t get a fucking chance to get to it with all this other shit going on.” Gunner exhales, tilting his head towards Jake.

  “Wait?” Wrench asks. “She’ll be your wife but still…” He looks at me, unsure of saying anything that’d be taken wrong.

  “We want her protected, especially if she gets pregnant. Jake marrying her seemed like the right call.” I explain, shrugging. After a slight pause, we both get pats on the back.

  “So many children around here, gonna need to open a nursery.” Flint laughs.

  “Truth,” Russian says, a wide grin crossing his face.

  “Fuck! Really, Russian?” Wrench asks. “That’s great!”

  “It’s early; I wasn’t supposed to say anything.” He responds, accepting all of our slugs to his arm.

  “Oh God,” Wrench looks panicked. “Amy’s with them, I gotta go get her or she’s gonna want another child!” He pushes me aside and plows past the crowd to get to Jasper’s office. Obviously terrified of adding to their brood.

  Jake

  Russian and I share an amused look, watching Wrench run off.

  “We’ll be out of the apartment next Monday, if you and Betsy are still thinking of moving there?” I tell him.

  “Yeah, we worked it out with Bree. That’ll give us time to figure out something more permanent.” He slaps me on the back. “I’ve got a run coming up but the Probies are lined up to clean it and move our things over there. That kid, Madda? He’s got his shit together but I want to get him working out; he’d get his ass kicked in a fight right now…” Russian starts but trails off suddenly.

  All of our Ol’ Ladies have emerged en masse from the hallway. They look like they’ve been crying so as a group, we surge forward to meet them. Wrench follows them, shaking his head, with an arm around Amy.

  “Baby?” I ask, pulling Charlie into us. Her answer is cut off by Riley’s response to Gunner’s own inquiry.

  “I don’t want to wait. I thought I did but I want to get married. No babies, yet, just us…you can ask me any time; it’s stupid of me to worry about it happening on top of everyone else’s news.” Riley babbles, barely noticing Gunner pulling a ring from his pocket.

  “You’re mine, Riley. I’ve known it since I first saw you. Let’s make it forever?” His gravelly voice stops all noise around us as he drops to one knee in front of her.

  Sighs burst forth from all the women, a loud sob escaping Riley as she wraps herself around Gunner and plants her head into his neck. Unwinding her arm to slide an antique looking ring onto her ring finger, he then easily stands and walks toward the door with her still attached to him. “Taking that as a ‘Yes’, Sweetheart.”

  “Looks like we may end up with a double wedding,” Connal interjects, our heads tilted down toward Charlie’s.

  “Oh! That would be great,” She sighs.

  “Guess Riley won’t be baking that wedding cake for us though. Ouch! Charlie!” She stomps Connal’s foot at his comment. “I was kidding, kind of…”

  “Come on, I want you both so badly.” Charlie murmurs, tugging us forward. With no complaints from us, we say our goodbyes.

  Chapter 2
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  Jake

  The wedding the next day is large and fun. Bree’s nephew walks her up the aisle to Flint, with Riley as the Maid of Honor and Flint’s son standing up for him; there’s a sharp contrast between their blood relatives and the MC brethren, but with so many families present the reception doesn’t get out of control and fun is had by all.

  Connal and I both notice that Charlie is a bit off so we leave as evening falls.

  “I’m sorry, guys.” She sighs against my chest in the backseat of the SUV. “I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

  “Shhh,” I whisper. “We’ll get you to bed, big day of shopping tomorrow.” I remind her, getting a groan from Connal. He’s made his preference for avoiding all of my family’s parties known but will attend to be close to Charlie.

  *

  Luckily, Charlie seems perky the next morning. At least that’s my impression when I wake up to her alternating her mouth between my cock and Connal’s.

  “Jesus Fuck, Charlie.” He moans. “I love feeling your sweet little mouth sucking my dick so hard!”

  “Move closer,” She breathes out, shifting from Connal’s cock back to mine. “Make it easy for a girl, will ya?” He immediately moves closer to me. I’m too busy enjoying the feel of her tongue wrapped around the tip of my dick to register her comment.

  When she shifts back off of me to give him more loving; I sit up, getting into position behind her, I pull her hips up and quickly sink my middle finger into her pussy. It’s dripping wet as luck would have it.

  “Gonna be a rough ride, Baby.” I moan, slamming my cock into her before she understands my warning. “Need your sweet pussy so bad. Went to bed starving for you.”

  She arches her head back as she screams for me when I hit her cervix and immediately withdraw. Her hips move to meet my next thrust; I smile, reaching down to push her head back onto Connal’s dick. From the noises he’s making, he’s close and I know I can’t hold out long this morning. I reach around her hip, locating her clit; pinching and rubbing that sensitive bundle as I shift to hit her g-spot with each thrust of my cock.

  Connal falls silent as she swallows his load; her moaning getting louder as I start to spray my release into her, has her looking back at me.

  “Don’t you dare stop, I NEED it!” Charlie yells at me, so I continue to pound into her as I cum, ignoring the slurping sounds of our mingled juices. Connal reaches for her nipples, a sure-fire way to send her over the edge.

  “Fuck.” Charlie sighs as she collapses, her shuddering tunnel massaging the last of my seed out of my dick.

  None of us move for long moments after Charlie’s release, we’re all lying at a weird angle to the other and perfectly happy. Shifting my head, I bite her ass cheek before kissing it. Looking at the red marks left by my teeth, I start to consider a more permanent mark; one for my body to symbolize our love. Not a lot of real estate left, but I’ll work on something.

  “So, breakfast?” Connal asks.

  “I’ll text Riley then jump in the shower. Ray’s before we hit the road?” Charlie asks sliding off the bed, Connal quickly follows her. Our new shower will have space for all of us; this one not so much, so I just lay back and wait for them to clean up.

  Flint

  I never thought I’d marry again. Waking up the next morning, seeing Bree sacked out next to me; her wedding dress over a chair across the room, my heart just expands. I thread my fingers through hers, “Ouch!”

  “Dammit, Ragnar!” I yell at the dog that just jumped up to wake Bree like he always does. She giggles, snuggling closer to me but giving her baby belly-rubs. Fucking dog. I mean I think he’s great, but…

  “Let me go feed him and let him out, then I’ll come back for some more ‘hide the bone’ with you!” She says, wiggling her ass against my morning wood; I growl into her neck.

  “I’ll go. Me and him gotta come to an understanding about these early ass mornings.” I say, rolling off the bed to find some pants. “Come on, Ragnar!”

  A new wife and dog at my age, I think, shaking my head; and really, nothing could make me any fucking happier.

  Charlie

  “Congrats you two!” Margie is hovering over Riley as I slide into the booth across from her. “Let me see the ring!”

  God only knows how Margie found out about Riley’s engagement already, but she takes time to ooh and aah over her ring. It really is something with three small sapphires embedded in a silver band.

  “About time, Gunner,” Margie winks at the table. “Lotta weddings happening nowadays.”

  “Yes!” Riley says. “Jake and Charlie are getting married next week.”

  “Oh? Jake and Charlie are, huh?” Marge replies, giving a hard look to Connal, who’s sitting with his arm wrapped around me while Jake has pulled a chair up to the head of the booth.

  “Riley,” I start as soon as the waitress moves on. “I’m open to a double wedding, if…I mean, we’re getting married at your Gram’s and all…”

  “No, Charlie,” Riley smiles at me. “You get your day, and Gunner and I will get married next month when you’re back from the East Coast.”

  “I got some Corps buddies I’m inviting, and my half-sisters,” Gunner contributes. “Riley’s Gram will murder us if she doesn’t have time to prepare. We talked to her this morning and she said your wedding will be a great practice run.”

  Moving on from the wedding topic, we eat and talk; all eager to get on the road. Rolling into Boise around lunchtime, we go directly to meet with the personal shopper Jake set up for me.

  “Gonna leave you to it, Baby.” He nuzzles my neck before he, Connal, and Gunner go to look at suits. “She’s got my card number, don’t you worry about anything.”

  “Riley?!” Comes a high pitched voice as we’re about to enter the dressing room.

  “Crap.” She mumbles. “Hi, Mother.”

  My head spins around, and indeed, I’m looking at a younger version of Riley’s Gram. She’s got some inches on her daughter and complete resting bitch face. I’m saddened by the mask that comes over Riley’s face, one I’ve seen many times on the foster kids I was raised around.

  “Take that vest off immediately.” She demands, her eyes flick to me; quickly taking my measure and dismissing me before she glances around us. “What if someone sees you?”

  “Then they’ll know I’m an Ol’ Lady?” Riley calmly replies. “I was going to call you tomorrow. Gunner and I are engaged, the wedding will be at Gram’s house next month; if you’d like to come?”

  “That’s Mom’s ring!” Mrs. Maddock nearly snarls, noticing Riley’s left ring finger.

  “Yes, she gave it to Gunnar when he asked for permission to marry me. This is my friend Charlie, Mother.” Riley completely ignores her mother’s ire. “She’s getting married next week…”

  “To another gangbanger by the looks of her!” Her mom hisses, without looking at me again.

  “Hey!” I start before Riley catches my eye and shakes her head. I turn, not caring if her mother sees the two names on my cut and move towards the dressing room where the personal shopping is standing, frozen; having a near panic attack after hearing the exchange.

  “Back off.” Riley glares at her mother. “Actually, why don’t you walk away like you’ve been doing my whole life?” She turns away from her to follow me into the large room.

  “What?” Her mother sees which dressing room we have and turns on the saleslady. “Excuse me, you must be new here. My selections are always brought to me in that room.”

  The personal shopper is nearly trembling as Riley walks into my dressing room closing the door on her mother’s words.

  “Ms. Scott’s fiancé requested it previously. No one knew you’d be here, Mrs. Maddock. It’s all set up for Ms. Scott.” She babbles as I embrace Riley, trying to comfort her yet not saying a word that could be overheard outside the room.

  “Get started, Charlie. I’m ok; I just didn’t expect to see her.” Riley squeezes me tightly befo
re releasing me.

  The next hour is spent laughing at the hideous and deciding between all the outfits Jake thinks I’ll need for the wedding, plus a dress for my own day. Finally, I collapse; knowing I’ve now spent more on clothes and shoes in this one day than I have my entire life but mostly relieved it won’t be a common occurrence.

  Finishing up, we text the guys to come help with all the bags. Throwing my arms around Jake, I beg him for one promise.

  “Please don’t ever make me shop again?!”

  “Deal, Baby.” He kisses me. “Well, maybe for lingerie every so often?”

  “Yes!” Connal agrees. “Gonna need a lot of that!”

  “Only ‘cause you two keep tearing mine off!” I exclaim to their delight; blushing when I realize how loud my voice was.

  Chapter 23

  Connal

  Besides the hiccup of Riley running into her mother, the day and following week fly by. Charlie works hard beside Royce and me at the garage; and Royce is only, accidentally, wounded twice that week.

  Jake, Charlie, and I are all sleep deprived at this point. We can’t keep our hands off of her and she eagerly reaches for us whenever she wakes up. Waking and eagerly licking Charlie or from her tongue wrapped around our cocks has become our life.

  Monday morning, Jake wakes up first and goes to town on our girl. I wake to her grabbing my arm, her moans and pleas for release make me instantly hard. Seeing his mouth has her pussy monopolized, I move up and nudge my cock into her mouth.

  Opening eagerly, she takes as much of me in as she can; moistening my dick she grips the base with her small hand while swirling her tongue around the helmet, flicking the ridges. As Jake brings her to orgasm, her moans vibrate around my cock; driving me insane while I try to hold my release back.

  Jake leans up, eager to slide his dick into her core while she’s coming; I suddenly feel her knees in the small of my back as he spreads her wide open for him. Thrusting hard, it doesn’t take him long to come; having her sweet pussy contract all over our cocks does that to us every time.