“Lube in my jeans pocket,” West grumbles.
My eyes widen in surprise that West had the foresight to actually bring lube, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s usually prepared for just about anything. Jacob grabs the lube and I watch as he squeezes some onto his fingers before making his way closer toward us.
“Play with that ass of hers, Jacob. Get her nice and ready for your cock,” West growls.
Jacob wastes no time nor does he speak. His fingers begin to gently massage my ass and I shudder as I push against them, my body silently begging for more. He fills me with his fingers and I gasp. “Look at me, Ivy,” West demands.
Turning my head to face my husband, I continue to fuck him and fuck Jacob’s fingers simultaneously. I love how full I feel, and I’m so turned on at the anticipation of feeling even more.
“She’s ready,” West announces.
The sofa cushions dip on either side of me, and then Jacob starts to gently sink inside of my ass. He fills me achingly slow and I can’t keep from hissing, my eyes still staying on West’s.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so goddamn tight with him in your ass. How do you feel?” West asks.
“So full. It’s so good,” I moan.
I’m surprised anything other than sounds escape my lips. I’m holding on by a thread. I feel like I’m about to explode, it’s all too much, and I’m not sure how much more I can take. I move up and down on West’s thick cock, pushing against Jacob’s—back and forth, up and down—over and over again. My orgasm builds, I feel like clawing out of my skin, it’s so much, and my body is so hot.
West fists the back of my hair and tugs my neck back. “We fuck you now, Ivy,” he rasps.
Then they do.
Jacob grabs ahold of my breasts from behind and they fuck me, in tandem. I don’t last long, their hips slam against my ass and my pussy relentlessly as they use me. It is amazing—I never want it to end.
Unfortunately, my body doesn’t get the memo because my second orgasm rushes through me like a freight train. I scream as I come, and West groans when my pussy clamps down around his cock. Jacob does the same when my ass pulses around him. They both shout with their own climaxes and I fall against West’s chest as Jacob falls against my back.
I’m unable to move, and I let out a whimper when Jacob disappears. My eyes slide closed and I expect him to come back, but he doesn’t and I lift my head to look around. “He’s gone, baby,” West murmurs. “Let’s get you cleaned up and to our room.”
My head feels heavy as I nod. West keeps me in his arms and I wrap my legs around his hips as he stands. He carries me to the bathroom and washes me from head-to-toe before he wraps me in a towel and carries me to his room.
“Get some rest,” he murmurs against the side of my head.
I fall asleep almost immediately. Only rousing when I feel the bed dip behind me. “West?” I slur. He wraps his arm around me, tugging my back against his chest and slipping his thigh between my legs.
“Sleep, baby,” he whispers.
“I love you, West,” I exhale.
His lips graze the side of my head. “Baby, I fucking love you. You’re like a goddamn dream come true.”
West’s heavy arm is draped across my middle. I open my eyes before I promptly close them. It’s far too bright in this room, which means we forgot to close the drapes. West’s arm hugs me a little tighter and his hand travels up my body, squeezing my bare breast.
“Mornin’,” he grunts in my ear. My only response is to stretch and then moan when I feel his hard length against my ass. He plucks my nipple, sending a shiver to roll through me. “On your knees, show me what’s mine, baby,” he rasps.
I do as he so gruffly requests. I slide onto my knees, spreading my legs widely, and tipping my hips so that he can see exactly what is his. Goosebumps slide across my flesh when his hands graze my upper thighs, and then my ass. He squeezes my flesh, spreading my cheeks apart. “Did you like having his dick in your ass?” he asks.
Pinching my eyes closed, I answer truthfully. “I did,” I admit.
“How did you feel when we were both buried deep inside of you?”
His voice is gruff, sexy, and I can feel his breath with each word he speaks wash over my tender asshole.
“I felt beautiful, and desired,” I admit.
Without another word spoken I feel his tongue press against my ass. He licks me, moaning as his tongue swirls around me there. I push against him, reaching back to grab ahold of his hair as I unabashedly accept and crave more of his tongue on me. My hand falls away when he begins to pull away from me and then his cock fills my pussy with one swift move.
“I should fuck this ass, Ivy. Remind you who you belong to,” he growls as he slams into my body.
Looking back over my shoulder I give him a playful grin. “Baby, you know you own me, stop being a caveman,” I murmur. West’s hand leaves my hip and I feel the sting against my ass as he brings it down.
“Quiet, I’m fucking my wife,” he grunts.
I rear back against him which causes us both to groan. His hand that slapped me reaches around and pinches my clit. I don’t say another word, too lost in the way my body reacts to his. I come with a long sob as his hips continue to slam against me with each powerful thrust.
When his hand moves from my clit to fist in my hair, I groan as my head falls back. His strokes become a little more powerful and then he stills as he fills me with his release. I fall to my stomach and he gently lies on top of my back, his hips slowly gliding in and out of me as his lips touch the side of my neck.
“You’re good after last night?” he whispers against my skin.
I hum, turning a bit. “I wasn’t expecting it, and I was worried you would get pissed off. I liked it though,” I admit. “Not just because it was another man, but I could tell you really were enjoying it. That was my favorite part,” I whisper.
West’s cock stays buried inside of me as he speaks. “I didn’t think any of this was possible, especially after that Derek thing. I thought if another man touched you again, I would be fucking irate. Maybe because there are no feelings, I’m cool with it, maybe because nobody touches your pussy but me. I don’t know what it is, and I’m not sure I care to find out. I’m just glad that we both enjoy it.”
He rolls off of me and I, in turn, move so that I’m lying against his chest. I prop my chin on his muscles and look up at him. “I don’t think I could handle it every day, or even every weekend, but I like how it is right now. Even if it went to once a month, that would be fine with me,” I admit. “I was worried it would become an obsession. That you would want to spend all of your time here like you were doing before.”
He sifts his fingers through my hair and nods. “Yeah, I could get where you would worry about that. I enjoy the arrangement for what it is right now, baby. Once a month would be cool with me too. I like what we have when it’s just us. But I like what happens in that room too. There’s something freeing about it, in a way I’ve never had before,” he admits.
Reaching up, I tuck some of his longer hair behind his ear, giving him a smile. “Let’s get home to our babies,” I whisper.
West leans forward and presses his lips to mine. “Let’s go, beautiful,” he murmurs.
It doesn’t take us long to dress and we quietly slip out of the clubhouse while everybody else is still passed out from the night before. The ride home is peaceful, and the crisp mountain air feels like heaven against my face as West heads toward home.
Our street is quiet when we pull down the road and into our driveway. We quietly climb off of West’s bike and make our way inside of our home.
I’m surprised that all of the kids are up and at the table with plates in front of them. Although I probably shouldn’t be, West’s mother is grandma of the year and she’s hard at work on the griddle making pancakes.
“Oh good, I was hoping you would be home in time for breakfast,” she calls out. “Rosalie set you both plates.”
“Where are you going today?” West asks as he grabs some pancakes from the plate his mother just sat down in the middle of the table.
“Dress shopping for Rosalie,” I announce.
“Can Grandma come too?” Rosalie asks.
I look from her over to West’s mother who is attempting not to look hopeful, but she fails miserably. “Of course,” I smile.
“The boys and me’ll go fishing then,” West announces. They cheer and pile pancakes on their plates.
The rest of the morning our table is full of conversation. It’s a beautiful chaos, one that could have been lost to me forever, first when my marriage was on the brink of divorce, and second when Rosalie was taken. There was a time when I didn’t believe that this moment could ever be a reality again, yet here we are. I couldn’t ask for anything better either.
I sit down at the long table knowing that today will probably change everything I’ve ever known about this club. I thought that MadDog would end up taking months to choose a successor, but it seems like he’s going to make the announcement today. I can’t imagine what else he would call us all here for.
Life has been quiet since killing those fucking punks, and then Drifter’s brother. Hopefully it doesn’t take too long, I promised my boys fishing, and I intend to deliver.
The entire room is silent while we wait for MadDog to call our meeting to order. “I lost a lot of sleep over this decision,” he begins. “I’m not going to beat around the bush. I nominate Torch to take over as president in my retirement.”
The room stays silent and I glance over at Torch who looks about as surprised as everybody else standing around. “I second, Torch as our new president,” I announce.
He’s a good man, still young enough to run the club for a long time, and he’s been part of not only our club but the Idaho chapter as well. He’s ex-military, and his knowledge and leadership abilities will be an asset. Slowly every single man in the room puts his hand up and verbalizes his vote for Torch.
“Unanimously, voted as President of the Notorious Devils, Original Charter of Shasta California, Torch, Paxton Hill,” MadDog announces before he slams his gavel down. We all break out with cheers and applaud.
Torch walks over to MadDog and I don’t think I’ve ever seen the fucker embarrassed before. His cheeks are pink and there’s a small smile playing on his lips.
MadDog holds the hand with the gavel out for him and Torch looks from the gavel to MadDog’s blue eyes and then back down again. He slowly brings his hand out, palm up, and MadDog places the gavel in his waiting grasp.
We all watch as MadDog leans in and murmurs something before he takes a step back. He turns away and walks out of the room without another word. Torch stares down at the small piece of wood in his hand, a piece of wood that means everything in this room. Then he looks up at us and slams it down.
“Holy fuckin’ shit,” he breathes. “I never thought I would want something like this, but thank you to every single one of you. I will not let you or your families down, not ever,” he vows.
He dismisses us with an announcement of a party next weekend. A barbeque for the families as a sendoff for MadDog, and an adult party in the evening as is normal for a patch-in. This isn’t exactly what that is, but we’ll treat it as such since none of us has ever known a Notorious Devils new president takeover.
The beer and booze are starting to flow as I make my way through the main part of the clubhouse. I stop and shake hands with MadDog, and then Torch, on my way out.
I’m not staying, my only mission today is to spend time with my sons. I’ve wasted enough of that over the past few months especially. I now know where my priorities lie, something that I had lost sight of.
Remi and Reid are playing catch on the side of the clubhouse building and I whistle to them. Without hesitation, they jog my direction. “Ready to go fishing?” I ask. Their mouths turn up into wide face-splitting smiles and we all head toward the truck.
It doesn’t take us long to drive toward our favorite fishing spot. When we arrive, we quickly unload and the boys have their poles cast before I can even blink. I don’t bother getting my shit out, content to watch my boys have fun.
My phone rings about two hours into our trip, and I answer it without looking at the caller ID assured that it’s probably Ivy, to tell me something about their shopping trip, or when she’ll be home.
“Yeah,” I mutter as my greeting.
A throat clears before a voice rasps on the other end. “You know, I never noticed how pretty the little girl was. Standing next to Ivy, they’re quite a duo. How much do you think a man would pay to play with both mother and daughter?” he asks.
Turning away from my boys, I swiftly walk away from them, so that they can’t hear me. “Who the fuck are you?”
He laughs sounding just as fucking sinister as he is. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” he chuckles. “I think I’ll try them out myself before I offer them up for service,” he states before he ends the call.
My heart stops beating, and I look down at the device in my hand. I go to my received calls and find that the number is blocked. I try to redial but nothing happens. Then as if a jolt of adrenaline jumpstarts my brain, I scroll through my contacts before I find Ivy.
“Hello,” she laughs. I can hear Rosalie giggling in the background.
“Are you girls okay?” I demand, unable to keep the panic from my voice.
I hear some rustling around and then Ivy’s voice drops to a whisper. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?” she demands.
Clearing my throat, I tell her that I received a phone call that threatened her safety. “Come home from the mall. Don’t alarm my mom or Rosalie, but I need you guys home,” I plead.
“Rosalie has a dress, we’ll leave right now,” she announces.
I close my eyes and let out a sigh of relief. “Text me every twenty-minutes, let me know where you are and that you’re safe.” Ivy agrees and ends the call.
I glance back at my boys and they’re having so much fun I don’t want to make them leave, not yet at least. Letting them enjoy themselves, I find Torch’s name in my phone, and I call my new president.
“You left,” he laughs as he answers the call.
“Get somewhere, where you can talk,” I growl.
Just a few minutes later the background noise has completely faded and he demands that I speak. I tell him everything.
“You didn’t see who called?” he asks. I explain that I looked through my received calls but it came from a blocked number. I tried to redial it, but nothing happened. “Fuck. Get them to the clubhouse. I’ll shut this fucking party down right now.”
“They’re on their way back from the mall, I’ll get them to pack some shit and bring them over myself. I’m not going to fuck around with this,” I announce.
He clears his throat before he speaks. “I agree. I’m going to put the whole fucking club on lockdown until we can find out more. Get here as soon as you can, and I can get Hacker your phone. Who knows maybe he can find something.” The line goes dead and I look back at my boys. Reid is happily casting his line, but Remi is looking right at me and I can tell he’s concerned.
“C’mon boys we gotta go,” I rumble.
Reid quickly packs up his stuff but Remi continues to stare at me. “C’mere boy,” I call out to him.
He quickly drops his pole and rushes to my side. I wrap my hand around the side of his neck and look down into his pretty brown eyes. He looks so much like his mama that I find myself getting a little choked up before I even speak a word.
“Got a phone call, a bad one. Everyone is okay for now, but I need your mom and Ro
salie in the clubhouse where it’s safe,” I murmur.
“Lockdown,” he nods.
I agree with a nod of my own. “Yeah, lockdown. I have to make sure my family is safe, can you help me with that? We’re going to head on home and pack our bags for a few days stay while we wait for the girls to come home, okay?”
“Yeah, Dad,” he nods.
He can’t hide the concern in his eyes as I’m sure I can’t either. I squeeze the side of his neck gently before I release him. I watch as he helps his brother gather the rest of our shit and they quickly load it into the truck.
“Buckle up,” I grunt. They do and I peel out of the gravel road, flipping my truck around before I press the pedal down and speed toward home.
I have one thing and one thing only on my mind—my girls’ safety. Nothing else fucking matters.
West’s mom glances at me with every mile I drive toward home. She hasn’t said anything, but I know that she can feel my anxiety. Rosalie does too. I can’t explain to her what’s happened, and I’m not willing to let her out of my sight so that I can explain it to my mother-in-law. So, I stay quiet, and I drive, texting West every ten minutes, instead of twenty.
Glancing in my rearview mirror, I take into account every car that I can see behind me. It doesn’t appear as though I’m being followed, but what the fuck do I know? I’m trembling, scared shitless that someone is going to try to take my baby again. I don’t know who it could be, or why—why us?
When I pull onto our street, I glance at West’s sister’s house and it looks normal. My niece is in the front yard and gives us a small wave. I watch as she turns around and heads back into her home. Then I pull up to West’s mother’s. She wraps her hand around mine and gives it a gentle squeeze. “You’ll call me if you need to, right?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. She nods and exits the car, calling out a fake cheerful goodbye to Rosalie.
“Tell me,” Rosalie demands as I turn the car around and head back toward our home.
Clearing my throat, I think about telling her, but I can’t, not after what she’s already been through. “Nothing to tell you, honey. We just need to go to the clubhouse for a few days. We’re going to meet Dad at home and pack a bag,” I state through trembling lips.
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