by Debra Kayn
He drove deep and quick, wanting her to remember today. The day she completed him.
"Oh, God. Yes." Her thighs tightened down on him. "Yes."
His blood roared. "That's it. Let it go."
He ground his hips down, thrusting up, stealing the words from her reply.
The cords of his neck raged as he buried every inch of him in her. Again and again.
Twyla bowed on the bed, moaning loudly. He growled. She looked fucking amazing.
He had her total trust. She had his. This was their life together.
Everything he gave her made him a better man. A stronger man. A freer man.
She was open to him and he dominated that vulnerability. Spread out on the bed, her hair loose and wild on the mattress. She flew like an angel, caught up in pleasure he gave her. Damn right, he gave her pleasure.
Every day, he'd give it to her, over and over.
He impaled her with his cock, eliciting a moan from her. It was almost too much. The tightness. The wetness. Ah, Jesus.
He lowered his upper body and captured her mouth.
She moaned into him. Consumed, he hungrily devoured her, taking her tongue, her lips, until her movements quickened and she violently thrashed on the bed. Then, he put his lips on her neck and gave her a mark that branded her his.
The sound of flesh smacking flesh. The heady aroma of sex hung around them.
His balls constricted as her attention turned to the pleasure wrapping around her. As if one, every muscle in his body surged.
She clenched around him. Her body bowed. Her head pressed back onto the bed as she ceased breathing.
A spasm rolled through his abdomen, and his ball sack constricted, threatening to weaken him as his climax possessed him. Then, sweet relief crumbled him, jet after jet.
Twyla's aftershocks continued to caress him minutes after she'd orgasmed. He blinked the tunnel vision away and absorbed her pleasure.
Her back gave up control, and she decompressed into the mattress. Her lips turned into a satisfied smile.
Knocked for a loop, he leaned to the side and fell beside her on the bed. His cock slipped free, smearing their combined wetness across her thigh.
No more condoms. There was going to be nothing between him and his woman.
She laughed gently. "I think you wore me out."
"Let's stay in bed and forget about the rest of the day." He looped his arm under her head and brought her to his chest. "I'll rest for five minutes, and we'll go at it again."
"We can't be rude. You're the one who invited everyone over." She kissed his nipple. "I need to shower before the others get here."
He lifted his arm, glanced at his watch, and exhaled, still trying to catch his breath. "We've got a couple of minutes."
"Oh, shit." She sat up in bed and crawled over him. "I'll be in the bathroom. You make up an excuse for why I'm not out there with you."
He slowly rolled up into a sitting position. "I'll tell them we were fucking, which is what I'm supposed to do on my wedding day. Maybe they'll take the hint and leave early."
She gathered clean clothes, more comfortable for a barbecue in the yard in celebration of their wedding. "You can't do that."
Rushing out of the room, she disappeared across the hallway. He went to the dresser, found one of his shirts, and cleaned his dick. Tossing the dirty laundry in the basket in the corner of the room, he went to the closet and picked out a pair of clean jeans.
As he was tying his boots, the house rumbled from the parade of motorcycles approaching the house. He slipped his Tarkio vest on and walked out of the bedroom.
Knocking on the bathroom door, he yelled, "Company, sis."
"I'm almost dressed," she yelled through the door.
He went out to the living room and peered through the window. Behind at least a hundred Tarkio members who came to the party to celebrate the wedding, a caravan of pickups headed toward the house. Each one loaded with furniture.
Tired of living in a house with only a bed, he was going to make sure his wife had everything she needed.
Chapter 36
Twyla
Several large sheet cakes with white frosting and baby-blue roses splattered along the edges sat on the oblong table erected in the front yard. Twyla locked gazes with Angie, then curled in front of Whip and whispered, "What's my sister doing here?"
Whip's eyes scanned the crowd and came back to her. "You don't have any family members here. I had Ringtail invite her."
"I can't deal with her today." She pressed her lips together. "It's our day."
"If she doesn't behave, I'll take care of her." He kissed her upturned lips. "Just enjoy yourself."
"I'm your wife." She warmed, already wanting him again.
He chuckled. "My old lady."
She kissed him again. "I'm starving."
"They're waiting for you to cut the cake." He patted her ass.
She stepped toward the table and glanced at him. "You know a lot about weddings. Are you sure you weren't married before?"
At the courthouse, he never hesitated when they filled out the permit to get married. She was his first. He was her first.
"Tarkio is big. I've been to a few weddings, but mostly the parties afterward." He stood beside her. "Make sure I get a corner piece on that cake. I need all that frosting to keep up my strength. I have more to do today."
The knife shook in her hand, only imagining what he planned to do to her. "Do your plans include me?"
He put his arm around her lower back and squeezed her hip. "As soon as possible."
She cut the first piece and gave it to him. Once she finished slicing another piece, Josie, Faye, and Nicole stepped forward and took over the job of feeding the others.
Catching sight of Amy standing underneath the clump of birch trees with Brandy and Lynette, she reached out for Whip's vest. "You invited my friends from work?"
"I thought you'd like them here. Plus, a guy named John from Aunt Jean's Pie Shoppe made the cakes for you." He kissed her forehead, taking her plate from her. "Go ahead and go see them. We need to get this party moving, so they'll all go home."
"I'll be quick." She hurried around the table and weaved her way through congratulations and hugs from everyone attending the party.
Never having a reliable home life, she'd refrained from going out with her coworkers. To have them here meant a lot to her.
Amy hugged her. "Congratulations! How was the wedding?"
"Quick." She looked down at her shirt and shorts. "It took the Justice of Peace five minutes to make it legal, but it was perfect for us."
"I'm happy for you." Amy looked around and grinned. "I think we've stepped into a biker rally."
She laughed. "You'll get used to them."
Brandy leaned closer, giving Twyla a hug, and said, "How many are single?"
"A lot." She raised her brows. "Just introduce yourself. They're friendly. I promise."
Lynette hugged her. "You look radiant."
She put her palms on both cheeks. "I feel like I've been smiling all day."
"You deserve it," said Amy.
Callie walked past with her arms loaded with presents and grinned. Twyla excused herself from her friends and hurried to catch up to Kent's old lady.
"Let me help you." She took the top two wrapped gifts off the stack. "You guys shouldn't have bought presents. The furniture the club gathered up for us was more than enough."
"Most of the furniture came from storage." Callie stopped. "Tracy had her parents' things put into storage after she got together with Rick. She knew Whip would want them after he got out of prison."
Her eyes widened at the news. "I didn't know."
The furniture was in good shape. She assumed the members had donated them.
She walked with Callie, finally spotting a table full of gifts. "Who organized all of this?"
Callie cocked her head. Overwhelmed, Twyla couldn't believe everyone had gone out of their way to help her make today
even more special.
"Nicole does the parties." Callie's gaze softened. "It's her job as Priest's old lady."
She had much to learn about the workings of a motorcycle club. Though, it was apparent with how they were treating her that she was one of them now. Belonging gave her a sense of what it was like to have a normal family that loved and cared about every member.
None of them were related by blood, and yet, they loved each other. Whip chose her, and because he'd committed to her, the others welcomed her with open arms and treated her like a sister.
Reminded of her sister, she looked up to find Angie and Ringtail walking toward her. She touched Callie's arm and slipped away from the table, not wanting her sister to cause a scene in front of the others.
Before they reached her, an arm slipped over her shoulders and a solid body pressed against her. She smiled up at Whip, welcoming his support when dealing with her sister. True to his word, he wouldn't allow Angie to ruin her day.
"Congrats to both of you." Ringtail clasped Whip's hand and looked at Twyla. "Thanks for the invite."
"We're glad to have you here." She glanced at Angie, prepared for some kind of remark about how it was Whip who invited them, and not Twyla.
Angie stepped forward and awkwardly hugged her. Taken back by the show of affection, Twyla stiffened, patting her sister on the back, not knowing what else to do.
"Congratulations," whispered Angie.
She pulled back and studied her sister. There had to be more that Angie wanted to say.
"Um, thanks." She pointed toward the tables. "Did you get a piece of cake?"
Maybe she could put a couple slices in a box and send her sister on her way.
Whip's arm appeared around her again. She curled at his side, welcoming the strength he gave her.
"We were on our way to get a piece." Angie raked her upper teeth over her bottom lip. "I told mom and dad you went off and got married."
Of course, she had. Angie would take any opportunity to make herself look better. They probably talked about how Twyla never called or considered they'd want to know about her marriage.
Her pulse pounded harder. She couldn't imagine any good wishes from her parents, that's why she hadn't called them herself. They hadn't tried to contact her or send a message through Angie in over two years. Changes in her life meant nothing to them.
Whip kissed the side of her head. She swallowed. "What did they say?"
"They wanted me to tell you congratulations, and they'd like your new address to send you a card." Angie quickly added, "They're happy your new husband will be taking care of you."
And, there it was. The truth.
Her parents no longer had to worry about her disappointing them or ruining their life. She was someone else's problem.
She glanced at Whip. His mouth softened, and he whispered, "Yeah, sis. I'll be taking care of you. Real soon."
Instantly, the bad feelings were gone. She'd found someone who understood and loved her for who she was. He wasn't afraid to push her when he believed he was doing his best to take care of her, and he was undaunted when she argued back. He was here for the long-haul. Through thick and thin.
"I'll make sure I drop them a card in the mail." She smiled at her sister, letting her know that nothing could hurt her anymore. "You guys should go eat and enjoy the party. I think some of the men are starting fires in the barbecues soon." She turned to Whip. "Let's go get a beer."
They walked away together. Whip patted her ass. Giddy with how she'd handled her sister, she put her arm around him and leaned against his side.
After getting them each a bottle out of the cooler, they joined Rick and Tracy at one of the tables. She'd barely sat down, and Bethy toddled over and lifted her arms. Without hesitation, she picked the little girl up and put her on her lap.
With acceptance came ease. Tracy and her family had welcomed her without judging.
She no longer was afraid of holding the kids or doing something wrong. The children loved the affection, and she'd found out they were easy to entertain.
She looked over at Whip, talking with Rocky—letting him have a sip off his beer bottle. Contentment left her crazy for her husband. Seeing him with the kids, she wanted to experience that with their children.
Her throat squeezed, and she smoothed Bethy's hair down in the back. Her own children.
She could be pregnant.
They'd stopped using condoms the scariest night of her life.
Whip, sensing her looking at him or maybe that she needed him, turned his gaze on her. She smiled, all the wonderful emotions filling her.
His gaze softened, and he winked.
Her husband. Her man. Her new life.
Epilogue
Whip
PRIEST LIT A CIGARETTE and leaned back in the chair at the head of the table in the meeting room. "As of yesterday, Cusclan Motorcycle Club has fallen to half their original size. The Feds nailed over a hundred members, linking them to crimes spanning the last five years. They picked up almost a hundred more members for outstanding warrants."
A roar went up around the table. Across from Whip, Paco grinned at him. The raid came after the Feds were given an anonymous tip about the marked bullets.
Tarkio put out an announcement to every motorcycle club in the PNW and inner-PNW about the underhanded system Cusclan put in place, giving them ample time to get rid of the weapons or rebore the barrels of the guns, getting rid of the marks.
At the end of the investigation, the bullets used in the crimes were linked back to the weapons they found in the hands of Cusclan Motorcycle Club members.
Thanks to Twyla stealing Big's pistol, Whip was able to take the pressure off the club and serve some retaliation for his parents' murders.
Once the room quieted, Priest continued. "Because we had the jump on merging with Moroad within the prison system, we'll be able to stay one step ahead of the others as they serve their time."
Whip crossed his arms and hooked his hands under his armpits. The power back within the club put them in good standing to hold on to their territory.
"In other news, Paco will be gone next week. He's taking Josie and the baby up to..." Priest looked down the table.
"Alberta," injected Paco. "I need someone to watch the house. Josie wants to have a ceremony for the baby with some big wigs on the reservation up there."
Hammer raised his hand. "I'll do it. Your place is close to Promise, so it'll be easiest if I stay there, instead of my apartment."
"Chrischris needs his Firebird towed from his old place to the new house on Thursday," said Priest.
Aaron lifted his finger off the table. "I already committed to the job after Cami mentioned it at work. She's taking that day off to move her and the baby's things in with Chrischris."
"Let me remind you that Nelson Steel, now working for Tarkio, earned his patch while in prison. Walker has him under his watch. As many of you know, we've used his garage for many years while he's been under the state's control and provided protection while he serves his time behind bars." Priest looked at Curley. "We'll be pulling all the connections we have to try to get him released early."
"I'll make sure we supply the pressure." Curley wrote on the paper in front of him.
"Roddy and Wyatt need someone to fill in on the construction crew. Sign on with Roddy since Wyatt's busy with his daughter marrying Banks' son at the end of the month." Priest flipped a paper over. "Next Wednesday is the vote on the prospects. If you need to talk with them, make sure that gets done this week."
Priest looked around the table. "Anything else we need to know? Speak now or fuck off."
The call to end the meeting came. Priest banged the table. The rush of scraping chair legs filled the room before the MC brothers' voices overtalked each other.
Whip got up and headed toward the door.
"Whip?" called Priest.
He stepped back, letting the others pass him. Then, he made his way to the table again. "Yeah?"
"When's Twyla popping out your kid?" asked Priest.
"She's due at the end of June."
With how much sex they had leading up to getting married, he suspected she got pregnant right from the start. His chest broadened, thinking about his woman, carrying his child.
"We're making a run to Northern California in May. I'd like you to lead the group unless you think you'll need to stick close to home." Priest leaned back in the chair. "Nicole's parents are coming in, and I'd go on the run, but her dad would make an excuse to meet us at the commune, and I'd rather keep him out of the marijuana plots."
"Nah, I should be good to go." He could always have Twyla stay with Tracy and Rick if he had any concerns about her pregnancy at that time. "Do you have a crew in mind?"
"Curley's got the list." Priest stood. "Fuck. I forgot to have the third crew of riders be at the river next week when the lumber is delivered. I'll get Wyatt working on getting everyone together at a future date, so we can get the new cabin erected."
"I'll spread the word." Whip walked out and joined the others in the meeting room.
Twyla stood with her back toward him, talking to Joey and Callie. He approached her, putting his arms around her waist and feeling the bump the baby made in her stomach.
Kissing her neck, he said, "Miss me?"
She reached behind her and squeezed his thigh. His cock pulsed in response.
"I did." She turned in his arms and looked up at him. "I hope you don't mind I asked Cami if she'd like to come over to the house soon. I really like her and Chrischris, and she's so easy to ask questions to about the pregnancy, seeing as how she has a little one."
"Sure. Have her bring Chrischris and I can show him the progress on the shop in the backyard. We can kick back and have a few beers and stay out of your way."
"That'll be fun." She walked with him to the door and stepped outside.
The weather had changed since they'd arrived. The clouds overhead appeared more gray than white, blocking out the sun.
Twyla shivered. He looked at her. "Where's your coat?"