by Cora Black
“I swear to you, Spike, I’m gonna get you with these.” I held up a pair of tongs. “And you’re not gonna like what I do with them.”
“How do you know?” he asked, winking. I rolled my eyes.
“We’re almost finished here. Hold your horses.” I turned to Terri. “Sorry it took me so long to get over. I had a few last-minute things to do before I shut down the office for the day, and, of course, my daughter had to look just perfect for a certain someone.”
Terri laughed. “I swear, the two of them will end up married. Mark my words.” She nodded across the room, to where my daughter and her son stood talking. She tried so hard to be cool, I noticed, standing against the wall with her arms folded. Grant was ten, so his much older and more sophisticated ways left Emma star struck. She couldn’t let him see that, though.
“Have you seen my husband around here?” I looked over the heads of the members and their old ladies, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dom’s dark hair and tanned skin. I could always find him in a crowd, like he was a beacon drawing me to him. There he was, standing there in a corner, talking with Jax and Chase.
“Oh, he’s with your husband,” I said, pointing.
“Of course,” Terri said, rolling her eyes. “I told him I needed help, too.”
“So he’s as far away as possible. Yeah, that’s sounds about right.” We laughed together, shaking our heads at the impossible nature of men. The food was all set up, so Terri whistled through her fingers to alert the rest of the gang. After that, it was every man and woman for themselves.
I stayed behind the table, making sure everything was fully stocked. It felt right for me to be there, to show everyone that I didn’t think I was anybody special just because my husband was about to take full control of the club. I got nothing but smiles and nods from everyone, and air kisses from the women. They were all a good bunch. It had taken me a little time to get used to some of them—I would never have threatened to grip Spike’s balls with a pair of tongs when we first met—but after almost five years of knowing them, they were like family.
Then came my actual family. My daughter, with her father’s hands on her shoulders. She told him a story about something that had happened at school that day, but I had the feeling it was more for Grant’s benefit. He stood in front of her, perfecting the aloof, distant attitude that usually drove girls crazy. I could tell it had that effect on Emma.
“Hey, missy. Why don’t you take a plate and fill it with some vegetables and protein?” She looked mortified that I would suggest she eat—healthy food, at that—in front of a boy. Dom smirked, looking down at the little girl he had adopted years earlier.
“Yeah, unless you’re afraid the broccoli will give you gas.” I thought the poor kid would die, and I smacked Dom’s arm when she wasn’t looking.
“Oh, come on. I’m just playing. That’s my job, right? To embarrass the hell out of her?”
“Yeah, well, you know how sensitive she is. It’s only going to get worse, too, the older she gets.”
“Don’t remind me,” he said, looking grim. Then he smiled. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, you,” I mouthed. I hadn’t seen him all day, and he looked good enough to eat. Better than any food in front of me. He was also last in line, so I fixed a plate and joined him and Jax’s family at a table down in the front of the room.
The night was a good one, with lots of toasting and language children shouldn’t hear—that became a bigger problem the more the men had to drink. The first half of the party was supposed to be dry, but I saw more than a few flasks throughout the night. I tried to contain my worry that a bunch of drunkards would be on the road on their bikes.
Dom saw the worry on my face. “Don’t sweat it. They’ve all got a high tolerance. You know that.”
“Yes, I know. It doesn’t mean I don’t worry about them and the other people on the road, though.”
“Because you’re a good first lady.”
I grinned, pushing him away in a playful manner.
“So I guess you’ll be at the second party, at the clubhouse,” I said.
“I never said I would be,” he replied.
“Oh? You’ve decided to grace me with your presence tonight?”
“If you’re a good girl, maybe.”
I frowned. “They won’t want you there? The rest of the club?”
“I don’t think it has anything to do with them. Not their decision. I’m president, babe.” He winked jokingly.
“You know they’re going to give you a lot of crap about being there,” I said.
“So what? I stopped caring about peer pressure a long time ago.”
“I’ll make it worth your while.” I winked, then got up to get Emma. She didn’t want to leave, but I told her she had to or I would make Spike drive her home on his bike. She followed me pretty quickly after that. I noticed the way Grant’s eyes followed us as we left. Oh, help me, I thought.
***
I heard the front door open and close, and my heart was glad. I wouldn’t have told him to come home—that was up to him—but the fact that he had made me very happy. Our big, rambling house didn’t seem like a home without him.
Minutes later, he was in the room and in my arms. He lowered me to the bed, his hands and mouth all over me. It was like he needed to assert his power over me, the way he had just officially asserted it over the club. I didn’t think the club would ever like it as much as I did.
I was ready for him, wearing his favorite satin nightgown with no panties. He looked relieved—less work to do, less time before he was inside me. When he pushed forward, I reflected on the way it always felt good. It never got old, even after five years of being together. Taking care of Emma when she was sick, then taking care of each other when we inevitably got sick from her. Fights. Moving into the house, doing repairs. We still had each other, and the heat between us.
I closed my eyes, arching my back as I accepted his first thrust. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. He made love to me, holding me, rocking slowly. I pulled the t-shirt over his head, marveling in his beautiful body even though I’d touched it so many times. The muscular back, moving under my hands as he drove himself into me again and again. The strong, wide shoulders and thick arms. His butt, flexing. I wrapped my legs around it, pulling him into me, jerking my hips up as I did.
“Oh, you want it like that, huh?” He picked up his pace, both of us grunting the faster he went. Our bodies crashed together, and he pushed me higher and higher into the stratosphere with every thrust. I loved it, reveled in it, the way I could lose myself in him. I trusted him with every bit of me. I knew I wouldn’t regret it, and I never had.
“Yes…yes…Dom, give it to me…” I rolled my head from side to side, lost in sensation, the urge to come overriding my thoughts. I begged, pleaded, my body desperate for satisfaction. When it came, I gripped him hard with my arms and legs, digging my nails into his back, clenching around him as my muscles clenched around his length. He groaned, coming along with me. The both of us were left panting, gasping, wrapped up in each other. No, it never got old.
I watched him as he rolled off me, smiling. “Hi,” he said.
I giggled. “Hi, yourself. You’re in a good mood.” I rolled onto my side, waiting for him to join me. He finished undressing, his jeans had been puddled around his ankles, then crawled into our king-size bed.
“It was a good night,” Dom said, settling back against the pillows with a contented sigh.
I murmured my agreement. It was good. I was always happy to see everyone in a great mood, getting along. “Chase looked good. Positive.”
Dom nodded, running his hands through his hair to contain the mess I’d made of it just minutes earlier. “Now Trisha will stop giving him shit about being around the club. He deserves to retire, travel. Trisha wants to go to Europe. Can you imagine him in Europe?”
I laughed softly. “No. And now I wish we could go with them, to watch this train wrec
k in person.” I leaned against Dom’s chest, hearing the deep rumble of laughter there. It was a good sound. It made me happy to hear it.
“I have something to tell you. Something interesting happened today,” I said.
“Oh?” He sounded half asleep. I decided to wake him up. I looked at him, wanting to catch his reaction in the dim light.
“I’m pregnant.”
Dom’s eyes widened, his mouth fell open. “You are?”
“Mm-hmm. I went to the doctor today, and he confirmed. I’m ten weeks.”
“Oh my God.” He pulled me closer, holding me like he’d never let me go. “A baby. Oh God, we have to get ready.” He was so excited, I thought he might jump out of bed and start getting things together then and there.
I chuckled, pulling his arm to keep him from leaving me there. “Relax, Dad. There are thirty weeks to go. We have lots of time to get a room ready and such.”
“Oh God. A baby. I can’t get my head around it.”
I grinned. “Well, you have plenty of time for that, too.” I kissed him, my heart just about bursting with love. I couldn’t wait to tell Emma the next day, and Terri, and Darlene. And my mom. But just for that one night, the baby was just our secret, something that belonged just to the two of us.
THE END
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