“You doing okay?” I ask. At her nod, I begin making love to her. Despite the fact that it’s been a long fucking time since I was in this position and I really want to pound into her until she’s screaming, this first time is special.
In.
Out.
Swivel.
In.
Out.
Swivel.
I can feel the sweat forming on my forehead and watch as it drips onto her chest which is heaving in excitement and passion. “I love you,” she pants out, her hands circling my shoulders.
“I love you too,” I reply. “So fucking much. I need you to come, Mandie, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”
One of her hands snakes between us to where we’re joined but instead of rubbing her clit, she splays her fingers around us, adding another sensation that has me closer to coming. “I’m close,” she whispers, her hips thrusting upward on my downward thrusts.
I feel my balls tightening when her pussy begins fluttering. Once again, she clamps down, only this time it’s on my dick and the utter perfection of this moment has me calling out her name as I fill her with my cum.
I continue to rock gently as the aftershocks course through both of our bodies, leaning in and kissing her gently. Instead of withdrawing, I roll so that we’re still connected but she’s on top so I can run my hands down her back. “That was fucking phenomenal,” I advise, kissing her.
“Never in my life did I think it could be like this,” she replies.
“It’s only going to get better, the longer we’re together,” I state.
17
Mandie
I wake up deliciously sore the next morning with a smile on my face. Feeling the heat against my back, I realize that he truly doesn’t care about my scars and that realization is so freeing, I feel tears well up. “What has you awake so early?” his sleepy voice questions. I turn so we’re face-to-face and kiss his jaw.
“I love you,” I whisper. “And it dawned on me that this,” I say, pointing to my arm, “doesn’t bother you in the least.”
“Why should it? It’s a part of you, sweetheart. It also shows that you survived something horrific,” he replies. “And for the record, I love you too. But we need to get up and moving so we can get ready for everyone.”
I shriek when he hauls me out of the bed, tosses me over his shoulder and proceeds to head into the bathroom. “Matt, I have to pee,” I hiss out. He sets my feet on the floor and smacks my ass as he points me in the direction of the little ‘room’ that houses the toilet. I actually like that aspect of our master bathroom. There are some things I’m just not comfortable doing in front of him and using the toilet is one of them. I don’t care what we did the night before, some things are just private.
I hear the water go on in the shower while I’m doing my business and once I’m done and have flushed, I come out and proceed to wash my hands. “You know we’re getting ready to take a shower,” he advises, watching me.
“It’s a habit, honey,” I reply, drying my hands. He proceeds to pull me into the shower and show me what all the fuss is about where shower sex is concerned, then washes me thoroughly.
I’ve spent the morning making side dishes to go along with the meats that Matt is currently marinating. The smells have my mouth watering and I realize that we didn’t eat breakfast. I proceed to whip up a couple of sandwiches for us and head out to the back deck to give him one. When I see that several of the prospects are currently decorating for Aria’s birthday, I let out a little gasp.
“She’s going to be so excited,” I state as I see a kid-sized bouncy house being erected. It’s got multiple layers, for lack of a better word. There’s a slide side that goes into a shallow pool filled with water, and off to the other side, a castle.
“Figured she would like it,” Matt says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He nuzzles my neck before dropping a kiss behind my ear. The sheer intimacy of his actions has me melting into his body and I feel him move with his chuckles.
“I’d better get back to it,” I reply even though I’d rather do nothing more than to stay in his arms. He lightly smacks me on the ass, and I head back inside. I know Maria is making Aria’s cake and Juan plans to bring food as well. I don’t think it’ll go to waste, however, seeing as the whole club plans to be there, as do Juan, Maria and Olive.
“Love you, sweetheart,” he says, pulling me back for a kiss. Despite how many times we connected the night before, I immediately want him again and moan. “There’ll be time for that later, pretty girl,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I sure hope so,” I sass. I’m not sure where this newfound attitude is coming from, but I suspect it has everything to do with the man whose arms are wrapped around me.
Matt
As I supervise the prospects getting everything set up for the party, I think about how drastically my life has changed ever since I met Mandie. I went from a man who planned to live a solitary existence, save for my club and my brothers to standing here, in our home, with a wife and two kids. Champ comes up alongside me and leans against my legs. I reach down and scratch behind his ears. The fur that burned is starting to grow back and his paws are finally healed. “So glad you were there that day,” I state. As if he understands, he looks up at me, tongue lolling out to the side, and wags his tail. “Yeah, you love them too, don’t you?” I can’t wait until Beau is old enough to toddle after Champ and I suspect that ‘my’ dog will be watching over him much as he does me. He’s actually the reason we figured out that Aria was having a bad night.
Since we got married and moved in together, he is constantly making his rounds. He’s still there for me when a nightmare hits, only now, he checks on the kids. That night, I had gone back to sleep after another harrowing dream about my team, when I felt his nose against my neck. I got up and he led me to the kids’ room where I found that sweet girl wheezing in her sleep. Mandie, hearing the noise, got up behind us and within minutes, had Aria hooked up to her nebulizer. Then, she spent the rest of the night getting up and checking on her, which is why she was lying down the morning of the fire.
“Need anything else done, Matt?” Garrison asks.
I look around the yard and see the coolers sitting out. “Let’s go ahead and get those filled with ice. Break them down to kid drinks, sodas, and beer. I’ll go make some signs we can put on the tops, that way folks know what they’re getting.”
“Got it,” he replies before heading out the back door. I grin when I see the huge play area that my crew helped me build. We even built a mini playhouse that looks like our house for Aria. They haven’t seen it yet, so I grab the huge bow to wrap it up.
Once I’m done, I head back into the house to see Mandie putting stuff in the fridge. “Let me help you with that,” I say, walking over and taking the huge bowl out of her hands. My task accomplished, I turn around and pull her into my arms and proceed to kiss her senseless. “God, I love you so fucking much,” I murmur once I pull back.
“I love you too,” she replies. “Are we ready for the invasion?”
I chuckle because she’s been a whirlwind, making sure the house is spotless, cooking and baking. “Sweetheart, I think it’s perfect. Come outside and let’s relax before we’re invaded.”
Several hours later, our house and yard are full of people. I’m still laughing at Corrie, Shayla and Kirsten. All three are in the throes of their pregnancy cravings and seeing my brothers walking in, their arms straining with bags of their old ladies’ preferred snacks which the women promptly descended on and are now ensconced in chairs under a shade tent, stuffing their faces, started the hilarity. “Don’t laugh, brother, Mandie will probably do the same thing once you knock her up,” Reese warns, watching his old lady.
“Can’t wait, if I’m being honest,” I reply, my eyes on the kids who are swinging and sliding. Aria and Meli are currently holding court in the bounce house and Beau is crawling around in the sandbox, making c
ar noises.
“Yeah, nothing like them, that’s for sure,” Nick states. He’s made multiple trips out to Shayla and I swear, if he could, he’d wrap her up in cotton and not let her lift so much as a finger.
“Looks like y’all have settled in pretty well,” Reese observes.
“Thanks to y’all, brother,” I say. “By the time she came out of the hospital, y’all and your old ladies had pretty much taken care of everything for us. Appreciate it more than I can say.”
“Y’all are family and that’s what we do,” Juan says, coming up to where we’re huddled by the grill. It’s not just any grill either; it’s one of the biggest I’ve ever seen, with multiple cooking surfaces as well as what looks like burners that are on the side for those dishes that use pans. Right now, every surface is cooking something; we’ve got steaks, ribs, chicken, hot dogs, hamburgers, and brats. I’m not sure what my woman was thinking but looking at the number of people in our yard, I don’t think we’ll have a lot of leftovers.
“Glad y’all could make it, Juan,” I tell him.
“We wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he replies. “I knew the day she walked into The Steakhouse, Aria on her hip, that she was going to be a part of my family, y’know?”
“I can believe it. She’s one of the strongest women I know and that’s saying a lot because I think the other old ladies are as well.”
“We’ve done well, brother,” Porter states, slapping me on the back and handing out beers.
“Yeah, we have. We’re all blessed fuckers,” I say.
“Not sure we should use that word in conjunction with being blessed, but it works, so fuck it,” Nick retorts, causing all of us to laugh.
“Maria has the cake inside, so it doesn’t melt. We also brought ice cream,” Juan advises.
Reese starts laughing harder, doubling over and slapping his knee. “We- we brought ice cream too,” he wheezes out. “Corrie has been craving it, so she made me stop at the store. I think I picked up five gallons. It’s out in the freezer in your garage, brother.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter. “You’re taking what’s left back home, Reese.”
Meanwhile, Nick is slumped against the outside of the house, holding his ribs and laughing like a fucking lunatic. “What the fuck, brother?” I inquire.
“You’ve got sausage biscuits in there as well,” he stammers. “Shayla’s on a kick with them and eats two or three at a time, even in the middle of the night.” I see a look on his face and think that he’s enjoying those late-night snacks of a different variety and grin.
“Sounds like the hormones have gone nuts,” I observe.
“No complaints, though,” Reese states, smirking.
Rex, who is once again manning the grill, yells, “The meat’s done!”
The old ladies immediately get up and start making their way to the overladen tables to make plates for the kids. I head inside and grab the high chair for Beau, then take the plate that Mandie was making for him and finish the job. “I got this, pretty girl,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. She grins at me and nods.
Once we’re all seated, Reese stands back up and says, “Matt, Mandie, need y’all to come up here for a minute.” I take her by the hand and stand next to my club brother and president, my arms now wrapped around her. He grins at me and I give him a chin lift.
“Okay, so y’all know that a poker run was done by some of our allied clubs because of the house fire. I got that check yesterday and Porter and I decided that the club was going to match what was made. Here’s a check for fifty thousand, y’all.” Mandie looks up at me and I can see her eyes glistening. Hell, I’m trying to hold my own emotions back right now, so I hug her a little tighter and kiss her ear. “That’s not all, though. Juan here gave this to me yesterday as well. As y’all may or may not know, he donated twenty percent of the profits from The Steakhouse for two weeks. Not only that, but Mandie’s regular customers gave him money as well. Here’s another check for thirty thousand dollars, plus this envelope stuffed with cash. No clue how much is in there, but it’s full, that’s for sure.”
“I can’t believe this,” she whispers. “I’m blown away by everyone’s generosity.” So am I if I’m being truthful. We just got the insurance check two days ago for the contents of her house.
“Reese, don’t forget the other stuff,” Corrie calls out, standing and holding a bag.
“Thought I’d let you handle that, slugger,” he replies. She smiles at him and walks toward my woman, holding out the bag.
“The guys found these when they were going through the house. They’re a little bit charred, but we managed to get the smoke smell out.” She reaches into the bag and pulls out the two baby books and I watch as my woman loses it, dropping to the ground and clutching the books in her arms.
“I thought these were gone,” she whispers, her hands rubbing across both books. “Beau’s didn’t have much in it yet, but Aria’s definitely did, and it broke my heart that those little memories were gone.”
“There’s more, Mandie,” Corrie advises, pulling out another book. It’s a photo album and I realize immediately what the old ladies did for my wife. She had given me the information for the pictures that were on the cloud and when I was asked, I passed it along, not thinking anything more about it. They printed off all the pictures and put them into a huge photo album, which Mandie is now flipping through, her hands stroking the tiny faces as they appear on each page.
When she finally looks up, tears streaking down her face, she says, “Nothing, and I mean nothing, not the money donated, not the insurance check, not this envelope stuffed with cash means more to me than these three things right here. Aside from the fact that my babies and dog are safe, the only things I secretly cried about were the pictures and the kids’ baby books and y’all fixed even that. I swear y’all are superheroes in leather cuts or something.”
Her comments have everyone laughing, and I take that opportunity to help her up, wrapping my arms around her. As I lean in, she whispers, “I’m beyond blown away, if there is such a thing, Matt. I can’t believe they did this all for us.”
“We’re a club, a family, sweetheart, and my brothers and their women will go balls to the wall for each and every one of us,” I reply.
“Can I has cake now?” Aria asks, breaking the emotional scene. While us adults were busy listening to what Reese had to say, then watching as Mandie saw the baby books then the photo album, my little princess was busy eating.
“Let us grownups finish eating, sweetie, then we’ll do cake,” Mandie promises.
The rest of the day is spent with my family, laughing and enjoying one another. By the time the kids went to bed, they were just about asleep already. After checking the house and making sure all the doors and windows are locked, I head into our room to find Mandie curled up on the couch that’s in our sitting area. Her smile has my heart accelerating as I move closer and sit next to her. “So, where were we?” I ask as I pull her into my arms. She’s freshly showered, and I breathe in her scent.
“I think my husband was going to have his way with me,” she teases, running her hand across my chest until it lays across my heart.
“Guess he better get on with that then, huh?” I reply, taking her lips with mine.
18
Mandie
Six Months Later
“Harder, Matt,” I plead, as he thrusts into me from behind. His eyes are glued on the tattoo that rests on my left hip proclaiming me as his. The injured area is still not ready to be tattooed, but Reese has already drawn something that I fell in love with and the minute the doctor gives me the okay, I plan to get it done.
“Your pussy is like a glove, pretty girl,” he pants out. Ever since that first time, we can’t keep our hands off each other and I have some news for him today that I think will blow his mind. He reaches underneath me and when his fingers strum my clit, I detonate, my pussy clenching on his dick so hard I fear for its safety.
; “Matt,” I keen out, thrusting back as I fly higher.
He yells out my name as he stills, and I feel his cum shooting deep inside. Spent, I collapse onto the bed and will my breath to calm down. I feel him kiss the biggest scar on my shoulder before he rolls onto his side and pulls me into him. “Gets better every fucking time,” he growls out. I love his voice, but especially after we’ve had sex. It’s all raspy and growly and shoots tingles throughout my body.
“I honestly never knew it could be like this,” I admit. Alistair was obviously a selfish lover, only I had no clue since he was my first and only before Matt. Hell, I read a lot and never realized that some of the other positions I read about in my books were real; I just thought they were fiction. Matt has changed all of that, however. It’s as if he’s making up for lost time and I’m definitely not going to complain.
He growls again and says, “Don’t like to think of anyone else inside what’s mine, pretty girl.”
I grin into his chest; he’s possessive without being overbearing, that’s for damn sure. “So, what’s the news you had for me?” he questions.
“How do you feel about becoming a family of five?” I reply, looking up at him. I watch the myriad of emotions cross his face before he breaks out in a smile so breathtaking that I gasp.
“You’re having my baby?” he asks, his voice low as his hand strokes down my side to cup my still-flat stomach.
“Yeah, in about seven months or so,” I state, my hand covering his. “Looks like more kids for the Black Tuxedos are on the way.” Corrie and Shayla both had their babies, little girls, and I’ve watched two burly bikers turn into mush. Of course, I’ve heard the mumbled comments about maybe opening up a gun store, so they’re prepared for the time when ‘little assholes with dicks’ start sniffing around.
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