“Sooo,” he said with and even bigger smile. “Think you’ll ever come back here after the first weeks of… catching up with Mac?”
“Dad!” I laughed. “Since when are you all subtle?”
“Okay.” He leaned back and lit a smoke. “Are you moving in with him?”
“We haven’t actually talked about it, but I’ll probably be there a lot.”
“I’m just asking, because that room of yours would be perfect as a music room.”
“Dad!”
“If you’re not gonna be there anyway, I’d like to have it.”
“What?”
I knew he didn’t really want me to move out. At least that’s what I thought until I gave it some real thought.
“Hey,” I said and looked at him. “Is this about April?”
He shrugged and smiled.
“Hang on!” I pointed at him and tried to figure out what to say. “Are you two talking about moving in together?”
“I’m not talking about anything like that.” He took a drag from his smoke. “Maybe I’d like to be all single for the first time in over twenty years.”
“Dad, you’re not good at living alone.” I shook my head. “You can’t even cook.”
“Did fine before I met your mom.” The full grown man managed to look pouty. “I can take care of myself.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Admit it!”
“We’ve talked about it, but that’s not why I’m bringing it up. I just thought I’d help you gather your balls and tell me you’re moving in with him.”
I glared at him. “I have the balls to tell you that.”
“Really?” He put out his smoke with an amused smiled.
“I’m just… We haven’t exactly talked about it.”
“Okay.” He was still looking at me with a huge smile. “I’m going to assume you’re moving in, but honey if you do, you take your stuff with you. If you do it—you do it for real. No escape plans, okay?”
“Okay.”
That had actually been my plan. To sort of try, but keep my room here just in case. But I could see Dad’s point as well; If I did it I should do it for real. Mac deserved it. I got up and walked over to Dad and gave his cheek a kiss.
“You’re the best,” I mumbled.
“I know,” he chuckled. “Wanna watch a movie?”
“Yeah.” When we walked towards the living room I took his hand. “Promise me we’ll do this even if I move out.”
“No. If you move out I’m gonna fuck April all over this apartment.”
“Tell me you’re moving to her really nice house instead of having her move into this stud pad.”
I’d been to her house, and it was a really nice house.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I’m moving to her. Another reason why you have to get your ass out of here.”
“Your might sound all ‘I’m gonna be a single stud,’ but you really like her. It’s for real.”
“I think it is,” he finally agreed, and I was happy for him. Not only because it meant he’d be fed even if I moved out, but because I liked him happy.
Momentum: Don’t Stop!
-o0o—
THIS WAS IT. THEY were fucking done and Mac couldn’t wait to get out. Could. Not. Wait!
As they were standing in line, he kept looking at the doors, and once they opened and the sun shone in—he took a deep breath.
He looked for Vi when he stepped outside, but didn’t notice her until he saw her come running towards him and just barely had time to get ready for her to jump into his arms. Her legs around his waist, and her hands on his cheek. For a second—they just looked at each other. Then she smiled, dipped her head down, and bit down in his lower lip. They both groaned when their tongues met, and she didn’t stop.
It was the cliché of the century, but it felt as if they were the only ones there. When she moaned into his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair, he remembered they weren’t alone.
“Babe,” he groaned. “Seriously, break!”
“I know,” she said in a deep exhale. “But if you say that later I will kill you.”
He put her down on the ground, but kept an arm around her shoulders. There was no fucking way in hell he’d let go of her even for a second, not in days—possibly in weeks. His dad came over to give him a hug and his cut. He’d missed his cut.
He turned to the rest of them. The longest hug was from Mitch, saying he’d missed their sessions, and that they’d go to the river for the night as soon as Vi would let him out. Mac’d missed that, too.
It was so fucking good to be out. He kissed Vi as they walked to the bike, and he was worried he’d blow a load while they rode back to the clubhouse, simply from having her behind him again.
The ride was the best he’d ever had. He was on his bike, he had his girl behind him, and he was fucking free. He was worried his smile would cleave his head, and when he looked at Dawg, who was closest to him, he seemed to have the same feeling.
Edie hadn’t come to meet them. She was at the compound waiting with Travis and Jacob instead. He’d seen pictures of Jacob, since Dawg had flashed pictures of him every chance he got. He might’ve thought it was hard doing time, but he understood it was probably nothing compared to what it’d been like for Dawg.
The rest of the women, kids, and friends where waiting outside the clubhouse, and he got a long, hard hug from both his mom and Mel. He noticed Dawg holding both his sons in his arms, and Mac gave Edie a hug and each of the kids a quick kiss. They all went into the bar, and he grabbed a beer while still holding on to Vi.
“Tell me you’re not planning on getting really drunk and partying all night,” she whispered, and he shook his head.
“I’m drinking this one, and then we’re off to my room. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”
“Don’t think anyone gives a shit,” she said with a smile.
He didn’t finish the beer. He put what was left of it on the bar counter, took her hand, and started towards the dorms. There were some howls behind them, but not even Vi blushed. Instead, she was halfway out of her t-shirt by the time he slammed the door behind them. He grabbed her around the waist and the next second his tongue was in her mouth.
During his time inside he’d vividly remembered their last night together. How he’d made sure to memorize every part of her body. He’d been happy about it, but also cursed it, because he’d thought it was too clear—so clear it was almost like torture. But he’d been wrong.
It hadn’t been as clear as he thought, because her mouth and tongue felt better than he’d remembered. It might be her hands tearing at his clothes while kissing him making it more real. It could also be her moaning, panting, and mumbling. He’d always thought about those things one at a time, and had somehow forgotten how it was the combination of all those things that made it so good.
She was pulling at his cut, and he hung it on the back of a chair. He didn’t care where the rest of the clothes went, and they were all off by the time they’d covered the short distance between the door and the bed.
When Vi was on the bed, he slid his hand along the inside of her thigh. She fucking purred when he did and grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down for another breathtaking kiss. He ran his fingers in her slit and groaned when he found her dripping wet. The boner he’d had since he saw her outside of the prison made him certain he wouldn’t last long, and he hoped she’d be as fast as him.
“I need you inside of me—now!” she groaned, and he took a deep breath with closed eyes in an attempt to gather control. It worked. Until she said the next thing. “Hard.”
That did it. He let go and instead grabbed the back of her thigh, hoisted her closer, and rammed inside of her.
“Fuck!” he groaned into the crook of her neck, and felt his balls tense and get ready to shoot off immediately. He took a deep breath. “Fuck, that’s good, Vi!”
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
And he fucked her. It wasn’t swee
t, they didn’t say anything, and hardly kissed. It was fucking with guttural groans only interrupted by short stops of one of them grunting out ‘fuck’ or ‘oh, god.’ It was rough, and he fucking loved it. She seemed to love it. too.
The only thing he made sure to do was suck on her breasts. The feeling of her nipples in his mouth had been one of the clearest memories. How the knotted nipple felt against his tongue as he circled it. Even her nipples— which he remembered as perfect—were better than expected, because he hadn’t kept in mind how she reacted when he bit down lightly and sucked. She arched her back and came with a startled cry.
The second she came, he was done for. He didn’t have a shot in hell to hold off, and he came while pounding into her and holding her ass in a bruising grip.
Then it was all still. Silence. Just breathing and pounding hearts. None of them moved until he rested on his elbows, and leaned his forehead against hers. After a few more moments of silence, he started to laugh.
“That wasn’t what I had in mind for this.”
She smiled without opening her eyes. “We’ll get to what you had in mind later.”
“Oh yeah, we will.”
He lay down next to her and gave her a kiss. “Give me five minutes and then we’ll get to that. It’ll be soft and sweet—with a lot of kissing.”
“That sounds good. And then you fuck me hard again?”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I can do that.”
“They have food out there. Mel has been cooking and… booze. All kinds of stuff,” she said and put her arm around him. “We could go out and get some.”
“I want to be alone with you for a while first. We’ll go at it once more, then we’ll go eat.”
“Good. One more time, food, then back here and keep going.”
-o0o—
Bear had seen Vi and Mac sneak off, and he was pretty impressed they’d managed to stick around for as long as they did. Sisco and Bull were already gone, and the only reason Dawg wasn’t, was the baby boy he was holding and didn’t seem able to put down or even take his eyes from.
April had followed him to the clubhouse, and she was talking to Mel and Mech’s wife, Lynn. She got along well with Lynn, and it made sense. Lynn wasn’t all that involved in the club, either.
Their plans to move in together were set. He was going to give Vi until February to try living with Mac, and if it seemed to work out, which he was pretty fucking sure it would, he’d move in with April.
She’d asked him about decorations; if he wanted to change anything in the house. He’d hardly even known what to answer—like he’d give a fuck. He wouldn’t be able to tell what paintings or curtains she had even if his life depended on it. He had no idea, because he didn’t care, and he wouldn’t care more just because he lived there.
He found Brick and leaned against the bar next to him.
“Got a hundred saying they’ll be married within a year,” Brick said.
He thought about it. “I’d usually say they think too much about shit to do something like that, but I don’t know. They might.”
“None of the guys who was inside with him bet against me, but Mech and Wolf did.”
Bear looked at Wolf on the other side of the room. “Talked to him?”
“Yeah. Next month. We’re voting him out next month. He wanted to give the guys time to adjust to being out.” Brick nodded towards their latest prospect, a guy in his thirties named Tom Fletcher. “Got Tommy over there, too. I think he’ll work out.”
“Yeah. He’s good in my book.”
Bear waited until Vi disappeared with Mac for the second time, and not long after he threw April over his shoulder and took her to his room
“We’re gonna stay here?” she asked as she looked around in his room. “I’m pretty loud, you know.”
“Trust me, you won’t be the loudest one here tonight.” As on cue, a woman in the room next to his, Bull’s room, started screaming. When the second one joined in on the choir from the same room, he winked at April. “See. No one will even notice.”
“He’s got two in there?”
“I’m guessing three. He’s been inside for fourteen months—he’s gonna keep those girls busy.”
He grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss.
“My screams aren’t gonna be that fake,” she mumbled when he pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. “Because that was fake.”
“Yeah? I suggest you show me what real screams sound like.”
-o0o—
I turned around and looked at Mac. He was still awake, and I threw my leg over his hip. He smiled.
“Still not had enough?”
We’d followed the plan, and after the second time we went out to eat. No one had commented on us disappearing, and I’d noticed Travis and Jacob were with Mel, so Edie and Dawg had disappeared for a while as well. Sisco and Bull seemed pretty calm by the time we came out, so they’d definitely had some. Not like people didn’t understand we wanted some time alone.
We stayed in the bar for a few hours, but I didn’t leave his side. I had this weird urge to touch him the entire time, and he seemed pretty okay with it. We’d gone back to his room for a shower and some slower sex. It had lasted for long, and we’d been done with the latest round about five minutes earlier, but I was hoping I’d get yet another one in a while.
“No, but I need a moment,” I said and gave his chest a kiss. “Think you do, too.”
He pushed me to my back and kissed me. “I do.”
He kissed the dimple of my chin and continued further down. After a kiss on each of my nipples, he looked up at me.
“You okay?” I asked after he’d been staring at me for a really long time.
“Better than okay. I’m fucking perfect.” He moved over and kissed my left nipple once more and gave it a final lick before looking at me again. “Have I ever told you I promised your dad I wasn’t going to slam my ink on you, marry you, and knock you up before you turned twenty?”
“No,” I laughed. “You did?”
“Yeah, when I told him about us.”
“I would’ve wanted to hear that discussion. It was that, and how he’d force-feed you your own dick if you knocked me up.”
“Yeah, but since you’ve had your twentieth birthday, would you take my ink, marry me, and have my kids? Or is the thought freaking you out?”
“Wow!” I froze, stared at him, and tried to comprehend what he’d just said. When his face fell a little, I realized I hadn’t answered.
“Too much?” he asked.
“No,” I said, and I thought about it some more. “The kid thing scares me a little, but surprisingly little.”
He moved up, and when he was right on top of me he smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, but I’m pretty crazy about you right now, since you’ve been away, and we just had sex for the first time in over a year. Maybe we should wait a while to make sure it’s not just post-prison horniness.”
“It’s not, but we can wait a little. I love you, Vi, and that you’ve waited and been so fucking awesome through it all—I honestly wasn’t sure when I went inside that you would.”
“Of course I would.” I was a little offended. Of course I waited!
“I know, but I worried for a while. I missed you, and all I could think about was getting out and being with you—for real.”
“You and me,” I whispered.
“Exactly. You and me.”
He moved, then he was inside of me, and with a smile he leaned down and kissed me.
“I guess this means I’m definitely moving in,” I said.
“Hell yeah,” he said and grabbed my behind while rolling his hips against me with a satisfied groan. “You’re gonna live with me. No fucking way am I letting you sleep anywhere else than right next to me.”
I wrapped my legs around him, meeting his slow thrusts.
“So do I get to pick where I want the tattoo?”
“No.” He pulled out of me and chuckled when
I protested, but I went quiet when he moved further down and eventually kissed me just above my left hipbone. “I want it here, so I see it on my way down to give you head.”
“Okay.” I reached for him. “Get up here and finish!”
EPILOGUE:
I’m Still Horny
-o0o—
We got married six months after he got out, on his twenty-seventh birthday. It was a pretty regular club wedding with people from all over the country. April pretty much planned the entire thing, saying she wouldn’t be allowed to otherwise, since she didn’t have a daughter of her own.
Dad almost cried, and mom looked pretty pissed. But she was nice; she said I looked pretty, and she didn’t say it in a mean way.
Lisa was great. She was my maid of honor and helped me with everything. Her wedding gift was a night at a really posh hotel, and she’d prepared the room for us. I loved the bed with purple flower petals, and Mac loved the basket of sex toys she’d left for us.
Everyone got really drunk. Even me, but I had fun, a lot of fun.
Dad had moved in with April at her house not long after I moved in with Mac. I could tell he liked it there. When I mentioned it, he muttered about liking her garage, but that wasn’t it, not even close.
I still worked a lot, and once or twice every six months, Sami and I went to a convention or a guest spot at another tattoo parlor. Mac followed on a few of them, but he thought it was kind of boring. If I was away for more than a week he came and visited me wherever I was.
I’d had a few more tattoos once I’d done the Old Lady tattoo. They were done by Sami, Chris, and Joe. I wanted ink done by my entire Wicked Ink family. I’d also had a few more piercings done, mostly in my ears, but also a labret piercing. It was true what they said, once you did your second you couldn’t stop, and it was true for both piercings and tattoos.
Just after the marriage we bought a house. A house! Which felt really fucking grownup. That felt more grownup than getting married. We’d lived in it for almost six months, and I was still worried someone was gonna jump out from behind a corner, point at me and yell ‘you’re just pretending to be a grownup.’ I’d told Edie about the feeling, and she said she still felt the same way. Apparently so did Dawg, and when I asked Mac, he admitted he was waiting for it to happen all the damn time. Especially when he was walking through the house we owned.
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