The wind whips around us and I close my eyes as I enjoy the ride. My life has forever been changed by the crazy events from the past six months, however, I’m not sure that I would change very much of it.
I wouldn’t want my Rosalie to have gone through any of the things she did, but in her trauma, West and I got our shit together. I’m not sure if that makes me a bad person, but I do believe that everything in this life, happens for a reason.
West doesn’t ride straight toward the clubhouse. Instead, we go through the mountains and stop when there is a clearing that looks over the valley below. He kicks his stand down but doesn’t move to get off of his bike. I take my helmet off and gently drop it to the ground by our feet, West does the same.
Lifting my chin, I rest it on his shoulder as we quietly look out at the twinkling lights from the houses below us.
“A year ago, I thought that I needed to set you free. I thought that nothing I could want from you would make you happy. I thought that I would ruin you,” he whispers.
“I didn’t know that I wanted to be ruined by you,” I murmur against his ear.
His hand slides up my leg and he squeezes my thigh. “I could have never imagined that our lives would be quite like they turned out to be.”
“Do you regret anything?” I hesitantly ask.
He chuckles, turning his head slightly to look back at me. “I’ve never regretted a single fucking moment with you, Ivy. Not from the moment I laid eyes on you have I regretted a goddamn thing.”
“Me either,” I admit.
He lifts his chin and then looks down at his lap. I know what his silent request is, so I climb off of his bike and then get back on, this time to straddle it, facing him. His hands wrap around my waist and he squeezes me. Lifting my hands, I take hold of the edges of his cut. “Thank you for giving me such a beautiful life,” I whisper, leaning in and pressing my lips against his.
“Baby, as long as you’re right here with me, our life is going to be fucking spectacular,” he states.
I don’t respond. His mouth crashes against mine before I get the chance, and his tongue fills me. I moan as he fucks me with his tongue, tasting every part of me. When he slows the kiss down, he nibbles on my lips as his fingers gently stroke the lace covering my pussy. I whimper in his mouth when he moves the lace to the side and fills me with two fingers.
“I want you dripping with my cum before we have any fun tonight,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I shiver, goosebumps covering my entire body. “Where do you want me dripping from?” I ask. My face gets hot just at the words, embarrassment washing over me.
He chuckles against my neck as he starts to kiss down my skin. “Everywhere, baby,” he rasps. “I’m going to fuck your pussy first. Fill you up. Then you can work me back up so I can fuck that sweet little ass.”
I slide one of my hands up his shoulder to his hair and hold onto him, twisting my fingers in his soft strands. “West,” I breathe as I begin to ride his hand. What he describes sounds absolutely sinful and perfect, all at the same time. I want that, I want it all.
He rips my panties away before he fumbles with his belt and then he pulls me down on his waiting cock. His thumb presses against my clit as I ride him. Unfortunately, I can’t move the way I want, but it doesn’t take away from how good it feels to have his hands on me and his dick inside of me.
West places his hand on my back and shifts us so that I’m lying against his handlebars and he fucks me. His thumb stays pressed against my clit and he adds a bit more pressure with each down stroke of his cock.
“Oh God,” I moan, tightening my legs around his waist and my arms around his back. He buries his face in my neck.
I’m climbing higher with each thrust of his hips, and my climax rushes through me, my thighs shaking and my arms holding him to me. Every part of me wants to keep him still, my pussy squeezing to keep him inside of me. It doesn’t work, he bucks his hips wildly before he lifts his head and comes.
West buries his face in my neck again, but he doesn’t make any other motion to move. We stay wrapped in each other for a while. Our heavy breathing filling the night air around us. There is nothing out here but the trees, the stars, and us. When he lifts his face, he looks into my eyes and he smiles.
I hold my breath when his hand cups my cheek and his thumb glides along my bottom lip. “God, prettiest woman to walk the earth, and she’s mine.”
“You’re cheesy,” I laugh.
He smirks. “Need my dick sucked, did it work?”
I’m unable to control my laughter. Leaning up I press my lips to his before I answer. “It worked,” I breathe. He grins and slips from my body. He reaches into a saddlebag and takes out a towel.
“For your knees,” he winks.
“You thought of everything, didn’t you?” I ask, arranging the towel and sinking down to my knees.
West wraps his hand around the back of my neck and squeezes me gently. Without another word spoken I kiss the tip of his dick, then I suck his softened cock into my mouth. He tastes like a mixture of both of us, and I can’t deny how turned on it makes me. I suck my husband’s cock, my eyes on his the entire time until he’s ready for more.
One of the prettiest sights in the world, my wife on her knees in the middle of the woods with the valley behind her. I doubt it’s a sight I’ll soon be able to forget, not that I ever wish to. I hold her neck and fuck her mouth, closing my eyes as I feel her throat constrict around me. I want to come, but her ass holds more appeal than her throat right now. I wasn’t fucking around when I said I wanted her dripping with my cum tonight.
I pull out of her and wrap my hands beneath her armpits, bringing her to her feet. With my cock in hand, I guide us over to a tree and I sit down. My back is pressed against the bark and Ivy straddles me. Cocking my knees, she leans back against them, and I drag my fingers through her still wet center back to her tight ass.
“West,” she says with a hitch to her breath when I slip two fingers inside of her back entrance.
I play with her, watching as her eyes close and she starts to move her hips, searching for more. Dragging my gaze down to her pussy, I grin when I see that she’s fucking soaking wet. “Ready for me?” I ask as I scissor my fingers inside of her.
Ivy lets out a whimper and I take it as my signal that she is indeed ready. I pull some of the lube I brought with me out of my pocket and coat my dick with it. Removing my fingers, I wrap my hand around her waist and hold my cock steady as I place it at her entrance. “You need to take me in, baby,” I whisper my instruction.
I watch our connection as she slowly sinks down, taking all of me inside of her ass. I almost whimper at the tight feel of her around me. I let my head fall back against the tree trunk and try to calm myself down.
“I need to move,” she grinds out.
Lifting my gaze to hers, I straighten my legs a little, and I watch as she leans back, placing her hands on my thighs. Her tits are pushed out, so I reach for them and tug her top down, exposing them to me. I want to watch all of her while she fucks me.
“Will you play with my pussy, I love the way you touch me, West,” she whimpers as she starts to glide up and down on me. She doesn’t need to ask, her pussy is fucking phenomenal and I always want to touch it.
However, I do as she asks and I don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say. All I do is watch as she enjoys what I’m giving her. She does enjoy it, too. I know when she’s close, her thighs start to shake and her fucking body starts vibrating. I bite back my groan, clenching my jaw, trying to keep from coming too soon.
“Baby, you have to come,” I plead, seconds from losing my shit. I start to rub her clit, harder and faster, bringing her closer toward her release.
Ivy gasps and her eyes open wide as she cries out that she’s coming, and then she starts to sob. “Don’t stop, fucking, don’t stop,” she practically screams at me.
She slams down harder and faster, and then she stills, her ass squ
eezing me so goddamn tight I swear my cock is going to break off, and only then do I allow myself to come.
My head falls back and hits the tree hard, but I don’t care, my fucking body is spent to shit right now. Ivy falls forward and curls against my chest, burying her face in my neck.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I can’t help but chuckle and then I groan when she lifts herself from my cock. “I love you, baby,” I reply as my fingers start to trail up and down her back. “You ready to party now?” I ask.
She groans and kisses my neck. “So sleepy,” she whispers.
Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I take her in—us in. “Thought you wanted to play?” I ask.
She sits up, a smile tugging at her lips. “I thought we just played?” she asks, sounding like a smart ass.
“Get your ass up so we can have some fun,” I chuckle.
Ivy’s face breaks out into a wide smile and she stands on shaky legs. I tuck my cock back in my pants before I help her situate herself then we walk over to my bike. “My panties are shredded,” she sighs.
“You’ll survive,” I grunt, throwing my leg over my seat.
She wraps her arms around my waist and hugs me closely. She’ll fuckin’ survive all right, and so will I.
Our whole fuckin’ family will, blood and brotherhood.
FIVE YEARS LATER
Stretching my arms above my head, I roll over and find the bed cold. It doesn’t surprise me, West always wakes up at the crack of dawn. I sit up and groan at how sore I am. Last night was a wild one, for sure, and I’m going to need some serious recovery time.
“You okay?” a deep voice asks from the doorway.
Turning my head, I glance at the man who has my heart. “I’m sore as shit,” I admit.
West chuckles and closes the door behind him before walking toward me with a cup of coffee.
I happily take the warm drink from his grasp, holding it to my lips and closing my eyes as I take my first sip. “Good?” he asks.
“The best,” I admit.
“No, that was you last night, you win the award, baby,” he says, his voice dipping low, laced with honey almost, it’s so smooth.
West sits down next to me and I rest my head on his shoulder. “How are we still doing this, and enjoying it?” I ask.
It’s a question that’s been running through my head recently. We’ve been, playing, at the clubhouse for the past five years and then we live the rest of our lives completely normally, or as normal as we can. It should cause problems in our marriage, it should cause jealousy or at least some kind of trust issues, but we fight less now than we ever did before.
“Boundaries. Your brother warned me that we would need them. He said that they would save a lot of fighting and heartache, and he was right,” West states.
“Free-for-all room only, twice a month only, never the same person and never my pussy,” I murmur.
West laughs, slipping his hand around my waist. “You got it right, baby,” he grunts.
A knock on the door has both of us jumping to our feet. I grab the sheet and hold it up to my naked body as West walks over to the door. “Sorry to bug you, but you might want to come downstairs,” Tinker announces.
“The wedding doesn’t start until noon, why do I need to be downstairs right now?” West asks.
Tinker shakes his head and turns, walking away from us. I urge West to go and I start to gather my things to take to the bathroom. Today we’re having a clubhouse wedding. I can’t believe that it’s happening.
Finley Duhart is marrying Hacker.
When Finley went through her abuse at the hands of those evil little bastards, nobody thought that she would ever make it through, especially not MadDog. I think he was the most concerned out of anybody.
Finley went to Newport Beach and lived in a recovery center there for a while. She came back and started working at Carlotta’s of all places.
She and Hacker started seeing each other about a year ago. MadDog wasn’t thrilled, but Hacker is a good man, and he knew it. He’s also good for her, he’s gentler than the other men around this place and usually stays out of trouble, his focus being primarily the computers. I like them together, and eventually, MadDog decided he would approve, though according to Mary-Anne it took a hell of a lot of convincing on her part.
I hurry to the bathroom and quickly shower, wash my hair, and shave for the day’s festivities. I throw on a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt before hurrying back to our bedroom, only to find Rosalie sitting on our bed, crying.
“Rosalie?” I ask in confusion.
She looks up at me with a look of complete distraught. “I love him,” she cries.
“Oh, shit,” I whisper.
“Oh, shit is goddamn right,” West booms.
I follow behind Tinker, curious as to what I absolutely have to see. The clubhouse is already starting to transform from the night of debauchery, into something that could resemble a wedding reception. It’ll look better when it’s finished, assuredly. Right now, it still just looks like a bar.
Tinker swiftly walks toward Torch’s office. When I step inside I look at Torch, then my gaze roams over to the couch and I see Rosalie and Bailey sitting next to each other. My blood starts to heat as anger fills my body.
“I don’t want to know, but you’re gonna fuckin’ tell me,” I state, pointing at that little fuck, Bailey Duhart.
He’s had a goddamn hard-on for my daughter since they were thirteen years old. I’ve always forbidden it knowing that he was fuckin’ whores and other town girls when he was that age. No way in fuck did I want that pencil dick near my baby girl.
“Daddy, don’t yell at him,” Rosalie whines.
I glare at her until her mouth closes and she shrinks back in her spot. Then, I turn back to Bailey. “I love her, sir,” he mutters.
Sir. Fucking sir. I’ve known this kid since the day he was born. Fuckin’ sir.
“Yeah, sir, he loves her,” Tinker chuckles behind me.
Bailey’s eyes narrow on Tinker and his chest puffs out.
“Stay the fuck away from my daughter. How many times do I have to tell you?” I demand.
“You could tell me a million times, but I couldn’t do it. I love her.”
I shake my head but Torch walks around his desk and appears in front of me. “She’s eighteen, Camo, there’s not much you can do about it. He’s not a member of the club, not even a prospect. You can’t claim her as off limits,” he calmly states.
I feel rage building inside of me. I want to choke the life out of this kid. Not only for defying my orders, but for going near my Rosalie. “Get the fuck upstairs, Rosalie. Go to my room,” I grind out.
“But—”
“Go on, go,” Bailey murmurs to her. I watch as she looks to him, fucking looks to him, before she nods and stands. Then she runs away from me.
I lean down slightly and point toward him. “Stay the fuck away from my daughter,” I growl.
“I’m leaving for boot camp tomorrow, sir. With your permission, when I return, I’d like to ask for Rosalie’s hand in marriage.”
I straighten and take a step back. “She’s eighteen,” I whisper.
Bailey stands with a nod. “I know, I love her. I’ve loved her since I was fourteen years old. There hasn’t been anybody else in four years. Rosalie is it for me,” he shrugs.
“Can I kill him, where he stands?” I ask, turning my head to Torch.
“Sorry, brother,” he chuckles.
I close my eyes, unbelieving that I’m having this fucking conversation. “You come back from boot camp and I might consider you being allowed to date my daughter. Marriage is off the table though.”
Bailey smirks, taking a step toward me. “Without sounding like an asshole. I was only asking for Rosalie’s benefit. I’m marrying her, West.” He walks past me, leaving me speechless.
The little fuck.
“You know I always thought he was more like Mary-Anne. I thin
k I could have been wrong all of these years,” Torch announces after Bailey walks out of the door.
“He’s a dead fucking man walking,” I growl.
Tinker slaps me on the back. “Don’t get your boxers in a bunch, Camo. You know how kids are, he’ll probably find some hot snatch where he’ll be stationed and he’ll forget about her.”
I think about his words and I know they’re meant to make me feel better, but they don’t. Thinking back, I haven’t seen Bailey bring a girl around in years. He’s fucking in love with my baby. He wants to marry her, take her away from me. I’m not sure how I feel about that. No, I know how I feel about that. I’m fucking pissed off about it.
Hurrying back to my room, I find Ivy sitting on the bed next to Rosalie, her arm wrapped around her. “Go find your brothers and make sure they’re getting ready,” I bark. Rosalie doesn’t look at me as she stands and skirts past me, closing the door on her way out.
“She loves him, West,” Ivy whispers.
I grunt as I sit down next to her and bury my face in my hands. “He asked me if he could marry her,” I groan.
“Oh shit,” she sighs. My only response is a grunt. Because oh-fucking-shit is right. “He’s a good boy, from a good family,” she offers.
“He’s a Duhart,” I state, lifting my head from my hands.
Ivy giggles and cups my cheek in her hand. “I love you, West, but who are we to judge? He’s a Duhart but he has wonderful grades, he’s going into the military, he’s never been in trouble with the law, and he’s been in love with Rosalie since she was thirteen years old. I think it’s kind of beautiful,” she whispers.
“I hate it.”
She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. “I hate it, too. However, who are we to stop them from living their lives. When he comes back, if he still wants her and she wants him, you can’t deny them.”
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