by Penny Dee
I drew in a deep breath and nodded as I let it out in a slow exhale.
“Ready?” the midwife asked.
Another breath.
Another push.
Another cry ripped from deep inside of me, and our daughter came into the world screaming.
I fell back onto the pillows, exhausted, while Bull looked down at me, with a face full of love and affection.
“You did it,” he said, his voice touched with emotion. Tears welled in his eyes. “She’s fucking beautiful.”
The midwife placed our daughter on my chest.
She was perfect.
Eden Western was the most beautiful baby in the world.
Having finally arrived, she released another almighty wail, and I started to cry.
Bull was in love. He didn’t even try to hide his tears. Instead, he leaned forward as they fell down his face, and pressed a quivering kiss to my lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
I looked at my big bull of a husband, and my heart bloomed with happiness. God had blessed me with so many loves.
Later that day, Maverick brought Noah into the hospital to meet his niece. Excited, he held her securely in his arms and couldn’t wipe the grin off his sweet face. He was staying with Maverick and Autumn for a few days, and filled me in on what was happening. Autumn and their baby son, Nalu, were sick and opted to stay home.
Ronnie arrived not long after, her arms filled with a massive bouquet of sunflowers. “Give me a look at my beautiful niece,” she said, taking Eden from my arms and cradling her. She looked from my daughter to me, and gave me a wink. “You did good.”
Her smile lingered and I knew our relationship was in a good place. She had forgiven me for the lies and the betrayal. We had a fair way to go but I was certain we were going to get there. Because she knew I loved Bull, and she knew I would always stand proudly beside him as his queen.
The afternoon drifted by with other visitors. Cade and Indy came by with River and Bella, whose hand-painted pictures now hung on the wall beside the windows overlooking the river. And afterward, Honey and Caleb came with Cassidy and Chance, both of them bringing all of their kids. Not long after they left, Chastity and Ruger came by with Grandma Sybil and Jury.
By sundown I was exhausted. But I couldn’t sleep. I was too damn high on happiness.
It took me hours to convince Bull to go home and get some rest. He fought me. Said he’d sleep when he was dead. Said he didn’t want to miss a moment of his daughter’s life. He cradled her so long, his arms must’ve felt like dead weights.
But eventually, even my strong biker king needed his rest. He left when it was very late with the promise to be back in the morning. And as he kissed me goodbye, I was filled with a ferocious love like I’d never known.
Now my daughter lay soundly in my arms, and I let the contentment wrap itself around me.
Life was perfect. Ten months ago, the love of my life had draped his crown pendant around my neck in a wedding ceremony watched over by our friends and family, and members from every chapter of the Kings of Mayhem.
Now we had our beautiful daughter, and my life was finally complete.
I didn’t like the girl I used to be. But she’d stepped up when I’d needed her to help me get my brother back, and in doing so, made me realize that instead of running from her, perhaps I could learn to accept her. Learn to forgive her. She was a product of her past. While I was a product of my choice. We weren’t two separate people like I had tried to convince myself we were. She would always be a part of me, and I needed to accept that so I could move on and heal.
And we both deserved that.
BULL
Ten Years Later
Little fingers dug into my scalp, forcing my head upward until I was looking into a pair of big brown eyes.
“Look, Daddy, look at Noah,” my five-year-old daughter, Angel, said. She was on my shoulders, wriggling with excitement. My second daughter was adorably enthusiastic. “Look at him up on the stage.”
We were at Noah’s college graduation. And when I say we, I mean half the outdoor auditorium was full of Kings of Mayhem bikers and their families. We stood at the back of the crowd, respectfully leaving the seating to the other family members because there were more of us than them. Nearly all of the Kings of Mayhem original chapter were there because Noah was a big deal to all of us. Since joining our family a decade ago, he was a permanent fixture at the clubhouse, always studying, always helping out with his nieces and nephews.
Next to me, my wife of ten years snuggled into my chest, her face wet with tears as she watched her brother receiving his college degree.
Shaking the hand of the college dean, Noah started to laugh when the crowd of excited bikers started cheering and whistling with ear-bleeding enthusiasm. He paused for the photographer to take a photo, and then he waved at us, signing thank you before walking across the stage to join the other graduates.
“Can you believe it?” Taylor said through her tears. “He’s all grown up now.”
It was the same thing she said when he graduated high school, and again, when he’d moved into the college dorm. He was a well-adjusted kid who was looking forward to exploring a career in mechatronics.
I had a feeling we were going to see more tears when he eventually moved to New York. Which wasn’t too far away. Two weeks ago, a renowned robotics company had offered him a job following his graduation, and the kid had accepted it.
It was just a hunch, but I was pretty sure I was going to see a lot more of New York than I’d ever cared too. I didn’t like going too far from Destiny, from my family, and my club. But I was going to miss Noah, a lot. And if I complained about visiting the city later, it would be all bark and no bite because I was going to miss Noah like crazy.
My other daughter, ten-year-old, Eden, was walking toward us with her eleven-year-old cousin, Will. They were born exactly twelve months apart, almost down to the hour, and were best friends. Where you found Eden, you found Will.
Walking beside them, was Axel, my son. At seven years old, he was my very own mini-me, right down to the bright blue eyes, but thankfully without my acute color blindness. He also had a shock of dark hair and the cutest damn dimples you ever saw on a kid.
“You guys ready to party?” I asked.
“Yay! Party! Party! Party!” Angel cried, wriggling on my shoulders again.
Back at the clubhouse, we held a mammoth celebration for Noah and his classmates. He was a popular kid on campus, and he and his friends filled the lawn of the Kings of Mayhem compound as they celebrated their graduation.
While Cade and Caleb fought over how to barbecue steaks on the grill, I sat back and watched the celebrations.
Across the lawn, a band belted out Led Zeppelin and Creedence Clearwater Revival songs.
The compound was full. Humming with life and celebrations. Beer kegs were flowing and the aroma of barbecue filled the sunny afternoon air.
On the makeshift dance floor, Grandma Sybil was tearing it up with Yale and Animal, while Cade’s teenage son, River, danced with one of Noah’s college friends, clearly smitten with the older girl.
Everyone was having a good time.
Me, I took the time to reflect.
A lot had happened in the last ten years.
Peace had settled in our world. And while a lot of our rivals had fallen, it had been a time of great prosperity for the Kings of Mayhem. There was more time for celebration. There was more time for family. And there was little need for the bloodletting of years prior.
The last ten years had also been the happiest of my life. My beautiful wife gave me two daughters and a son, and I can’t begin to explain the feeling. Once upon a time, I thought I was going to die alone. Now our home was filled with childhood activity, brother and sister fights, and so much fucking contentment I hated to think back to a time before them. My life had turned on its axis when I’d met Taylor, and it’d spun on its ass when I became a father, skyrocke
ting me into a strange and terrifying world. And I was so fucking grateful for all of it.
My family wasn’t the only one that grew. My nephews and niece had more children of their own, and Autumn and Maverick had the six kids he always wanted.
Old ladies came and went. Randy found marital happiness with the girl who replaced Taylor behind the bar, and now he and his wife ran the bar together. While Matlock made good on his promise and married Danni Deepthroat.
Red also found his other half when he took a baking class at the local cooking school. He fell crazy in love with a sweet girl called Amy who fell as equally crazy in love with him.
And Joker, our resident funny man, found serious happiness with our local librarian.
Tiffani disappeared from the clubhouse. Finally got tired of the non-committal cock sucking and deep dicking. She married some mechanic she met over in Humphrey, and moved away. Last I heard she was in Vegas working as a showgirl.
Vader and Roberta remarried after spending more and more time together with their kids, and realizing some old feelings never died. They even had another kid. A boy they named Anakin. And Hawke and Davey both decided having an old lady around wasn’t such a bad thing, and both took the plunge for a second time.
But with the good came the bad. We lost Griffin, Garrett Calley’s older brother, when he finally succumbed to his muscular dystrophy after a valiant fight. And a few years later, we lost our fire bug, Nitro, when one of his side jobs went wrong and he was caught in an explosion.
But the good far outweighed the bad.
It had been a good decade.
Hell, it had been a great decade.
Gimmel Martel died in prison, three months into a life sentence. Shivved by an inmate who didn’t appreciate his treatment of underage girls on the outside. The Feds had a field day pulling apart his tattered empire. Within the year of our encounter at the lake house, barely a scrap of his existence was left behind.
Jean-Paul didn’t live for much longer than his father. He was found dead in the prison laundry with severe head trauma only weeks later. Not surprisingly, no one saw anything, so no one was charged.
Seeking some space from the celebrations, I took a moment in my office. I sat down in my chair and looked around the room where so much had taken place over the years.
War had been waged in this room. But love had also conquered.
“I was wondering where you disappeared to,” came a soft, familiar voice.
I looked up to see my gorgeous wife standing in the doorway, looking every inch as delicious as the first day I’d laid my eyes on her. We had a good marriage. Hell, we had a hot marriage. I was obsessed with my queen. Every inch of her. And even after a decade, I found it hard to keep my hands off her.
“Just taking a moment, is all,” I said, looking around the office. “Things are changing so fast, aren’t they?”
“You’re not getting all sentimental on me, are you, Bull Western?”
I offered her a half smile. She was right. It seemed the older I got, the more nostalgic I became.
My wife gently closed the door behind her, locking it.
“You know, the first time you fucked me was in this very room,” she said, seductively moving toward me, her fingers slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse.
“How can I forget?” I raised an eyebrow. “You told me to fuck you on my desk.”
She chuckled. “How very straightforward of me.”
“It’s one of the things that made me like you so much.”
She smiled wickedly and let her blouse drop open, exposing a pair of perfect, naked breasts underneath. After ten years and three children, her body was softer and curvier, and still as sexy as fuck.
“Was there anything else that made you like me so much?” she asked, shimmying out of her skirt and stepping out of her panties until she was completely naked.
My cock roared to life behind my zipper. “You know you drove me insane for weeks.”
She gave me a wicked smile. “Is that a fact?”
“You know how much I wanted you.”
“What about now?” She climbed on my lap and slid her legs on either side of me. She gasped feeling the size of me through my pants. “Fuck, baby, you’re hard already.”
“What can I say? I’m a fucking sucker for my naked wife.”
She started to rock against my lap, sending a bolt of pleasure along my thick shaft. Moaning, she lowered her head to kiss me and then pulled back, a soft whisper on her luscious lips. “I think you’d better fuck me on your desk now to refresh my memory.”
We separated long enough for me to get naked before I scooped her up and set her down on my desk and did exactly as my queen asked.
Afterward, as we dressed and she curled up on my lap, she nestled her head into my chest and smiled.
“Our life is good,” she whispered.
“It is.”
“I mean, it was hard at first. We both lost people. Both faced diversities. But somehow we found each other and it stuck.”
“And they’ve been the best years of my life.”
She chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“If there were two people who should never have found what we have, it was us.” She smiled softly. “Why do you think it worked out for us?”
I pressed my lips to her hair and held her closer to me. “It’s because I was made for you, and you were always going to be the love of my life.”
The Fire Down Below
Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band
Only One Too (Pull Club Mix) … this version is outta this world!!
Jewel
Only One Too
Jewel
Where Are You Now?
Inglorious
So Am I
Ava Max
Can’t You See
The Marshall Tucker Band
Thousand Eyes
Lia Ices
Unskinny Bop
Poison
Smooth
Car Stereo Wars
Born to Be Wild
Steppenwolf
Put Your Curse on Me
Stonefield
Mary Had A Little Lamb
Stevie Ray Vaughan
Holy Diver
Dio
Red Cold River
Breaking Benjamin
Cocaine
Eric Clapton
Cowboy
Kid Rock
Hunter
RIAYA feat. John Mark McMillan
Long Cool Woman (In A Black Dress)
The Hollies
Burnin’
Black Stone Cherry
Oh Darlin’ What Have I Done
The White Buffalo
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Penny Dee writes contemporary romance about rock stars, bikers, hockey players and everyone in-between. Her stories bring the suspense, the feels and a whole lot of heat.
She found her happily ever after with an Australian hottie who she met on a blind date.
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