Grizzly (Devil's Fury MC 8)

by Harley Wylde

  I nudged her entrance with the head of my cock and slowly pushed inside. She was so damn tight! I worried it would be too much for her and tried not to rush, even if I did want to thrust into her hard and deep. Her nails bit into my shoulders and she gazed up at me with complete trust in her eyes.

  “Do it,” she said. “I know it might hurt, but I don’t care. I need this, John. Need you. All of you.”

  I flexed my hips and slid in farther. She gasped and her eyes dilated. I worked my cock into her, making her take a little more with every stroke. When I was fully seated, my dick twitched inside her.

  “Ready?” I asked. “Think you can handle more?”

  She nodded and I started a slow and steady rhythm. I shifted my angle so I’d press against her clit. It didn’t take much to make her come again. The feel of her squeezing my cock made me see stars. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Our hips slammed together as I rode her hard and fast, taking what I wanted. When I came, I roared out my release, pumping my cum into her.

  She lay under me, panting for breath, wisps of her hair clinging to her face and neck. She reached up, running her fingers through my beard. She and Magda had been right. Waiting had been foolish. May was the same now as she’d been yesterday. There was only two years between us. I’d be twenty in another few weeks. But our ages were just numbers. I loved her, and she loved me. That’s all that mattered.

  “You’re my everything, May.” I smoothed her hair back. “I’m sorry I waited so long to make you mine.”

  “You can make it up to me.”

  “How’s that?” I asked.

  She smiled. “Give me more orgasms. We have a lot of time to make up for. Think you can go again?”

  I pressed deeper inside her so she could feel I was still hard as a damn rock. “Yeah, I can. But I don’t want to make you sore. There isn’t exactly a tub here where you can soak.”

  “Don’t need one. I just need you.” She leaned up to press her lips to mine. “You’re all I ever needed. My knight in shining armor. My protector. My heart and the other half of my soul.”

  “Shit, May. I’ll never be that eloquent. And I’m damn sure no one’s idea of a hero.”

  “You’re mine.”

  I felt like I grew two sizes, and I didn’t mean my dick. I was her hero? She really saw me like that? For her, I’d strive to be a better man. I wanted her to be proud of me. Whatever it took, I’d make sure she never regretted coming here with me. Being mine.

  I’d love her for an eternity, no matter what came our way. As long as we were together, I knew everything would be okay.

  I spent the next few hours making up for lost time, until she fell asleep in my arms.

  “Love you, angel. With all my heart.”

  I kissed her brow and watched over her until sleep claimed me as well.

  Epilogue

  May -- One Year Later

  The clubhouse was packed. Not only were all the Devil’s Fury present, along with me and Mom, but the club whores were already stripped down and having fun. At least, I assumed it was fun for them. I couldn’t imagine being with all these men willingly if they didn’t enjoy it at least a little.

  Mom and Dad were in the corner keeping an eye on things. Grizzly hadn’t appeared yet. He’d left for an errand an hour ago and still hadn’t returned. Dad swore it wasn’t club business, so I wasn’t too worried. Whatever it was must have just taken longer than he’d anticipated.

  I grabbed a cold soda and went to join my parents. Mom hugged me and then sat on Dad’s lap so I could take her chair. Killer was in the spot on the other side of Dad and King sat across from them. I knew Grizzly kept trying to puzzle out the relationship between my parents and Killer. It wasn’t my secret to tell, but I might have accidently walked in on something I shouldn’t have a few months back. Like my mom sandwiched between the Pres and Sergeant-at-Arms. I wasn’t about to judge. For whatever reason, they didn’t want the club to know so I’d kept quiet.

  “Your old man is back,” Killer said with a nod toward the doorway.

  Grizzly pushed his way through the crowd and stopped to kneel next to my chair. I started to get up so he could sit, but he placed a hand on my thigh, holding me in place.

  “Grizzly, what’s going on?” I asked.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box. He flipped open the lid and my jaw dropped.

  “May, you already wear my property cut, and you know I love you more than my next breath. Will you be my wife? I want everyone to know you’re mine. Not just here in the club, but out there too.”

  “Oh, Grizzly,” I murmured and reached out to tug on his beard. “I’d be honored to be your wife.”

  He slid the ring onto my finger, then kissed me until I was gasping for air. He lifted me, took my seat, and settled me on his lap. I blinked at up him, then glanced at my parents and Killer, who were all smiling but didn’t seem to be the least bit surprised.

  “You knew!” I accused.

  “Maybe,” Mom said. “I picked up some magazines the other day that had articles about weddings in them. Thought we could get a few ideas about your dress and what sort of ceremony you want. And don’t worry about the cost. Your dad and I are covering it.”

  Dad winked at me. “Only kid we’ll ever have. You can have the biggest wedding you want, anywhere you want.”

  My heart warmed. I might not have been born into their family, but they’d welcomed me with open arms. Bullseye and Magda were the best parents. I’d gotten lucky when Grizzly had brought me here a year ago. I owed him my life, and so much more. And now he wanted to marry me!

  Since I’d graduated ten months ago, I’d been a bit lost. I helped around the club as much as I could, but I’d wanted more. We’d been trying for two months now to have a baby, but every time my period came disappointment hit me really hard. A knot formed in my throat and my eyes burned as I looked at the man who meant everything to me.

  “What if I can’t have kids? I know you made me your old lady, but marriage… I don’t want you to wake up one day and regret your decision to be with me. We’ve been trying, but it’s not working. Maybe I’m defective.”

  He rubbed my nose with his. “Angel, I don’t care if we have kids or not. Do I want them? Sure. But if we can’t have one of our own, it won’t be the end of the world. The only thing I can’t live without is you.”

  A tear slipped down my cheek and he wiped it away. I didn’t know what I’d ever done to deserve someone like him. People saw a rough biker, a scary man who broke the law. To me, Grizzly was honorable, protective, had the biggest heart of anyone I’d ever met, and he was the most loving man. I felt lucky every single day that I got to be part of his world, stand by his side, and fall asleep in his arms. And now this…

  “As long as I have you, I don’t need children,” I said. “I want them, but we’ll just have to keep trying and see what happens. If you’re sure you’d be okay if we can’t have any, then I won’t bring it up again. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

  “You’re all I need, May.” He kissed me soft and slow. “Don’t ever leave me, angel. If you do, you’ll be taking away my sunlight and all the warmth in my life. Because you’re my life, May. My everything. I will love you for now and always, and that’s not just a promise. It’s my solemn vow.”

  I melted against him. He always claimed he didn’t have the right words to say, and yet he always seemed to find them. I looked forward to our future, whatever it might bring. I’d been existing until a year ago. Now I was living, and I was going to make the most of every second of every day.

  He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Come on. Let’s go celebrate you agreeing to be my wife. And maybe we’ll practice a little more and work on expanding our family. But, May, I meant what I said. You’re all I need.”

  I smiled at him. “Then take me to bed. We can make some more memories together. One day we’ll be old and feeble. We can look back on days like this one with a smile and remember
what it was like to be young and in love.”

  “I’ll always be in love.”

  I sighed as he carried me into our room. “So will I. I’ve loved you since you swooped in and saved me from Mike Malone at the pond. Nothing will ever change that.”

  He set me down. “Strip, woman. Let’s see how many times I can make you scream tonight.”

  With a smile, I did as he commanded and hoped it would always be like this. Even a year later, I felt like I was burning from the inside out from a simple touch. And his kisses? They still made my knees go weak. If anything, I fell more in love with him with every day that passed.

  There were times I was so happy it felt like my heart might burst. He’d given me a family, and his love. As long as I had both of those, I didn’t need anything else. Never would. And soon I’d be Mrs. John Moore. If life got any more perfect, I’d probably float away on a cloud of bliss. We had a once-in-a-lifetime type of love, the sort fairy tales were based on.

  “You’ve given me what I dreamed of as a little girl,” I murmured between kisses. “A happily-ever-after.”

  “No. Happily-ever-after implies our story is over, and ours is just beginning.”

  Dedication and Acknowledgments

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for picking up a copy of Grizzly: The Beginning. Your support means a lot to me. I hope you enjoyed the story of Grizzly and May. I’d be ever so grateful if you’d take a moment to leave a rating or review at the retailer of your choice, or over at Goodreads or BookBub. The best gift you could ever give an author is a review (or coffee -- some of us survive on lots of coffee).

  I’ve had so many emails and social media messages since Badger’s book released in 2018, asking if Grizzly would ever get a story. Everyone seems to love him. My answer was always -- probably not. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to back up a bit and show readers how he and May got together. So that’s exactly what I did. I know it was just a quick peek into their lives, but I hoped it answered some of your questions. And yes, the Devil’s Fury in the 1980s was quite a bit different from the club you’ve read about in the other books in the series. Thankfully, Grizzly stepped in and turned the club around. Grizzly and May were together for so long, it would have been impossible to write their entire story without having it span multiple books.

  Yes, May is seventeen and Grizzly is two years older. Before anyone gets outraged over May being a minor, their relationship was perfectly legal. In the state of Georgia, the age of consent was fourteen years old until 1995. At that time, it was raised to the age of sixteen (Star News February 1995). Since Grizzly and May’s book takes place in the early 1980s, their relationship was completely legal.

  If you’re a handgun enthusiast, you may be wondering about Grizzly’s Glock 17. It was created in 1982 and was used by the Austrian Army in 1983. It passed the NATO durability test in 1984, but was not available in the US during the time Grizzly owned his in this book (obviously I took a bit of creative license with that one). Glock opened their US headquarters in 1986 in Smyrna, Georgia. (You can find out more at https://us.glock.com)

  Thank you again for your support! I’ve included a playlist that kept me motivated while I worked on Grizzly’s book. They aren’t exactly a “theme” for the book, but more a list of what kept me working even when I was exhausted. I should probably warn you, I listen to a little bit of everything so the list covers the 1980s to the 2000s.

  Until next time…

  Harley

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  Playlist for Grizzly: The Beginning

  * Intergalactic by Beastie Boys

  * I’m Shipping up to Boston by Dropkick Murphys

  * Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen

  * A Million Dreams by P!nk

  * No Scrubs by TLC

  * No Diggity by Blackstreet (with Dr Dre)

  * Whoomp! There It Is by Tag Team

  * Gold Digger by Kanye West (with Jamie Foxx)

  * Love Shack by the B-52s

  * Every Rose Has Its Thorn by Poison

  * Paradise City by Guns N Roses

  * Metal Health (Bang Your Head) by Quiet Riot

  * I Wanna F*ck You by Snoop Dogg (and Akon)

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  Dedication:

  For everyone who’s ever asked, “Will Grizzly get a book?”

  Exclusive Offer:

  Want more Grizzly and May? Join Harley’s newsletter to read a second epilogue as an exclusive offer for newsletter subscribers: https://BookHip.com/SASNWP

  Acknowledgments:

  Thank you to my daughter for all the runs to McDonald’s and Starbucks to fetch coffee for me. Although, that might have been self-preservation because I’ve been told I’m much more pleasant when I’m caffeinated.

  Thank you to the Wyldlings for your enthusiasm over Grizzly and May! I hope this book didn’t disappoint you.

  To the staff at Changeling Press -- editors, proofers, formatters, the Rileys, and the fabulous Bryan Keller who makes all the Devil’s Fury MC covers -- you guys are awesome as always. Thanks for putting up with me (even when I’m super bitchy, suffering from extreme squirrel brain, and running a bit off schedule). Love y’all!

  As for my husband -- No, you may not quit your job. Yes, I’m working even when I’m not actively writing (it’s called research, marketing, and occasionally having a mini-meltdown and staring into space). But I love you, thank you for all the “inspiration,” and for telling me to go write every day.

  And to my cats -- Tanto, Sirius, Marshmallow, and Kringle -- thank you for the cuddles! But stay off the keyboard. No one wants to read your version of the book.

  Last but not least, thank you to each and every reader who picked up a copy of Grizzly from Changeling Press, online booksellers, or your local library! (in other words, thank you for not promoting book piracy) You’re awesome and very much appreciated.

  Harley Wylde

  Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

  When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better -- off-the-charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.

  The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

  Harley at Changeling: changelingpress.com/harley-wylde-a-196