Luna gives the brightest of smiles and she looks so much like her mother with the bouncing red curls and the feisty attitude as she crosses her arms in front of her chest and shrugs. “He asked, I had nothing planned, we’re going out.”
“He wants in, Luna.” Zander shakes his head, anger painting his face.
Ransom is standing next to me. We’re both leaning against the wall of the clubhouse while we’re watching this play out. It’s been a long time coming. Hedwig and Curls aren’t moving a muscle either. They’re leaning their heads on their hands while staring at them from across the room.
Zander was given full-patch status over an hour ago after being a prospect for a long time. Hence the reason this is playing out here in the main room of the clubhouse. Mainly because I think he feels more confident to have his brothers standing around. He’s underestimating my daughter, though. She couldn’t care less whose ass she needs to kick to get her point across.
Both of them work for me in their spare time, and both of them take every case on together. These two have been inseparable but this head to head thing has only grown stronger over the last few years. Hormones. They both have them screaming through their bodies and either one...hell, both of them, need to step up or cut loose because this is getting worse.
“So what? Can’t stay a virgin forever,” Luna purrs and I put my hands over my own damn ears but just as easily let them fall away since it didn’t help shit to protect my damn hearing.
“Didn’t need to hear that,” I mutter, making Ransom snicker beside me. “Oh, shut up, what if your daughter was the one stating it?” I throw at the man who now cringes. Yeah, thought so.
Ransom and I both have a daughter and a son—in fact, me and Curls have two sons—but our oldest kids are the ones who go head to head, and if they would just see what everyone else sees when it comes to them...then they’d realize they belong together. But no, denial or plainly dodging the subject. Hell, they might just like fighting for the hell of it, but this tension is sparking fire to combust at any second.
“Agreed,” Zander hisses through clenched teeth.
Luna snorts. “Glad we finally agree to something.”
When she’s about to stalk past him, he grabs her hand. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Out, we just agreed, I thought that was very clear,” Luna tells him with a ‘duh’ tone of voice.
“Motherfucker,” Zander hisses and he spins her around and backs her into the wall behind her, caging her in.
Both Ransom and I curse and are ready to close the distance but Zander’s words make us stop dead in our tracks. “You’re mine, Lulu. Mine. Am I being clear now?” Zander’s head turns and faces the room. “Lulu is my Old Lady, clear?”
“Finally,” I hear Calix sigh from our left while cheers erupt all over.
Luna seems to snap out of the daze Zander’s words put her in when she gasps, “You can’t...you don’t...you don’t even want me...I...no,”
“Fuck, yes.” Zander faces her again and leans close. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. Hell, from the time I could barely walk, I’ve wanted to pull you close and hold you.”
“I can vouch for that,” Ransom chuckles and it makes me snort, remembering all too well how Zander and Luna grew up closely together and from the time Zander could speak he called her Lulu and never used Luna, she has always been ‘his Lulu’. I guess it only took this long for him to voice the words so she too understands how it was and how it always will be.
I glance over at my Old Lady and watch how a dreamy look washes over her face. Hedwig’s got the same look and it makes me glance back at Zander and Luna who are now kissing. Also, not something I need to see.
“Get a fucking room,” I growl, and freeze when the words I just stated enter my own ears. “Fuck. No. No, no.”
Ransom chuckles and slaps my back. “You’d better get a room yourself since they’re not moving.”
Best advice ever. I speed walk toward my woman, snatch her up to throw her over my shoulder, and hightail out of the room at full speed.
“Oh, come on,” Curls complains against my back until she gasps as I slide her down my body.
We’re standing in the backyard of the clubhouse. A couple of fire pits are giving us some cozy lighting but there’s no one else here.
Curls grabs my cut and pulls me close. “Why did you do that?” she questions and leans in to bite my bottom lip.
It makes a growl rumble through my chest and I make sure to connect our lower bodies. “There comes a point in our kids’ lives when I have to pull back and don’t want to know. I’ve reached that point. Hell, call it me giving her private time...or me wanting my own private time.”
I don’t leave room for a reply when I crash my mouth over hers. My tongue demands entry which she happily gives. I damn well love summertime with the soft breeze and the late warm evenings. Not to mention the easy access due to the summer dress she’s wearing.
My hands go to her ass and easily lift her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around me. Leaning her back against the wall, I fumble between our bodies and though I love to fuck her against the wall, my balls start to tingle with the thought of smacking her fine ass and I can’t if I’m holding her up.
She always pushes back harder and lets me fuck deeper when I take her from behind and for that reason alone, I let her slide down my body again. She starts to sputter but when I put my hands on her hips, twist her around to face the couch that’s only a few feet away, she simply stalks over and lets me place a hand between her shoulder blades to push her slightly down...she hums and knows exactly what’s coming.
I grab the hem of her dress and slide it up. Black. Lace. Thong. If my cock wasn’t hard, it would be steel right fucking now. I wrap my fingers around the lace and with one rough yank it gives way and I’ve got the most gorgeous ass and pussy at my disposal.
Even if the lighting is dim from only the fire pits, it’s clearly glistening for me as her arousal draws me in. Ultimate pleasure. One surge up when I’ve freed my cock and it’s pure bliss for the both of us. Even after all these years. Even at our age. Even with kids who are just exploring the first steps of feelings and relationships. It’s indescribable how a connection hits right from the start without an end date in sight.
Her moans spur me on to pound into her more fiercely. My hand gripping her hip leaves for only a moment to smack her ass cheek, making her moan loudly as she pushes back on my cock at full force. I know I won’t be able to last long but it doesn’t matter because my woman is grabbing my cock in rapid waves while my name is screamed through the backyard.
Cum shoots out of my cock at full force and I hold her steady as I let the orgasm overtake me. I slump forward and huff and puff like an old man needing to catch his breath. Fuck. I’m getting old.
“Aw, gross,” our daughter’s voice gasps out from behind us.
“You can say that again,” Zander mutters. “I don’t need to have your dad’s naked ass burned into my corneas.”
I’m about to curse them out over my shoulder but the door already slams shut behind them as they’ve made their escape back into the clubhouse.
“Fucking kids,” I growl. “We’re never getting rid of them, no matter how old they get. Cock block at any age.”
Curls giggles underneath me and it makes me slide out of her. Pushing up, I grab the hem of her dress and cover her ass before I smack it.
I’m tucking my cock back into my pants when I say, “Wanna head over to the clubhouse of Thorns ‘n’ Bones MC?”
“Lars and Axel?” Curls asks while rubbing her ass cheek, making me smirk as I pull her close.
“They’re on a run, won’t be back until tomorrow,” I tell her.
Both our sons are members of Thorns ‘n’ Bones MC, making their uncle—and the both of us—proud as fuck. Because in the end, Thorn lived up to be one damn fine Prez who faced hell with his MC but made sure nothing will ever come between him and h
is brothers. All of them have the same mindset, loyalty, and respect.
“Or...” Curls purrs. “We could head home and lock ourselves in the bedroom.”
“Smart woman,” I counter and lean in to whisper, “Since the cum is still leaking out of your pussy I might as well take your ass.”
How I hate the dimmed lights because I know for damn sure her whole face flushes. Still, after all these years I’m able to make her flush as she can make my chest tighten with the love I hold for her and the sweet anticipation of having her underneath me again.
Even if I just had her a few breaths ago, I won’t ever get enough of her. One lifetime doesn’t seem enough but it’s worth it to take every second and make it count. I lace my fingers with hers and take her with me to continue to enjoy our lives to the fullest.
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