Chapter Thirty-two
“Isn’t she beautiful,” Alexa coos over our granddaughter. She’s got a headful of dark hair. Pure perfection.
“Sure is. Gets it from her momma and her granny.”
Her eyes narrow into tiny slits. “I’m no granny.”
“Sexiest granny I’ve ever seen.” I kiss her forehead.
“Shut up. You’re lucky I’m holding her or I’d...”
“You’d what freeze me to death with that glacial stare.”
“What do you want the baby to call you,” Wylla Mae interrupts. “Nana, Grammy, Meemaw.”
Alexa scrunches her nose in disgust. “Those make me sound ancient.”
“What about Glammy?” East puts in.
“Not helping,” Alexa mumbles.
“Neenie. G-ma. Ya Ya.”
Alexa sighs. “None of them know what they are talking about. Do they?” She strokes the baby’s head.
“You two gonna name this kid?”
“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. Well East and I both were wondering how you’d feel if we named her Mila Rochelle, for my sister?”
Fuck. Fuck me. Her words cut straight through my heart. Tears spring to my eyes, and I close them, battling the wetness back.
“Here take her,” I hear Alexa pass the baby off. “Honey.” Her hand moves along my jaw. “Look at me.”
I jerk my head back and let out a breath that rattles through my chest. Turning my gaze on my daughter, I tell her, “I think it’s perfect.”
Relief visibly washes over her features and East gives me a chin lift.
“Why don’t we give these two some privacy, and I’ll take you to dinner. You gotta be hungry.”
“I could eat. You guys need anything?”
East stares at his family. “Got everything I need right here.”
“All right, brother. You change your mind give me a ring. Same goes for you, little momma.” I kiss the top of both her and the baby’s heads. “See you soon.”
“Bye, Daddy.” I freeze hearing her call me dad. It’s the first time I’ve heard the word leave her lips. Been a long time since I’ve heard the word in reference to myself. Not since Rochelle.
“I’ll be back in the morning,” Alexa tells her.
“Love you, Mom.”
I pull Alexa into me and we leave the hospital. When she wraps those arms around me from the back of my bike, I know this is how it’s supposed to be. Took me a long motherfuckin’ time to reach this point. My woman riding bitch not giving a God damn who sees. Shit feels damn good. I tap her thigh before pulling out the lot. “Where you wanna eat at? Don’t give me that I don’t know bullshit.”
“I could go for some pizza, but let’s make it delivery.”
“We can call it in from the clubhouse.” I roar off before she can argue. Never had a woman in my bed at The Devil’s Playground other than her. Not even Ruthie. Alexa can be pissy, but that’s where we’re spending the night. Not taking her to the house I shared with Ruthie and sure as shit don’t want to sleep in her bed either. Damn thing is hard and uncomfortable.
The party is still going out back of the clubhouse. I take Alexa in through the front and tell the prospect behind the bar to order her a pizza. Grudge is sitting at the end of the bar nursing a beer. “Gimme’ a minute,” I tell my woman, leaving her at the opposite end where I can keep an eye on her. “When’d you get back?”
“An hour ago. Lost track of her in the Smoky Mountains and turned back. Think her destination is Florida.”
“Why you think that?”
“Her mom had family in Daytona. That’s where I’d go if I were her.”
“Follow up on it. I want to know where she is at all times.”
“If she makes a move I’ll know. Got alerts set up on her credit cards.”
“Good looking out, brother.”
“Anything for you, Prez.” I give him a slap on the back. “Heard Wylla Mae went into labor.”
“Yeah. Mila Rochelle Reed. My granddaughter.” I pull my phone out and show him a few pictures. “Look how perfect.”
“That’s real sweet her naming the kid after Rochelle.”
“Yeah. Let me know the minute you know what direction that cunt is headed.”
“Will do.”
I move back down the way to Alexa. I’m mad as hell that fucker dropped off his mark without calling it in with me first. I told him under no circumstances was he to pull off his detail. Not gonna make a big deal out of it tonight, but something’s funny with him. Can’t place my finger on it but he’s giving me a weird motherfuckin’ vibe.
“You get the food called in?”
“Yup. Should be here in about twenty minutes.”
“Prospect, bring my food up when it gets here and a few more cold ones. Let’s head on up, babe.” I lead Alexa upstairs to my presidential suite. Busted out the wall of the neighboring room to make mine larger. Spent plenty nights here avoiding Ruthie. Drinking away thoughts of Alexa.
I open the door and show her inside. “It’s a lot bigger than I remember.” She walks the length of the room and stops at the window overlooking the back of the compound. She kicks her shoes off, and I wrap my arms around her. Looking over her shoulder I stare down to the party below. Tiki torches light up the space. Viking is in the fighting pit going up against Sandman. Viking is undefeated. Sandman is crazy to get in the pit with him.
“I like this.”
“Hmm,” she murmurs.
“Having you here.”
“I like being here.” Alexa twists to face me. “Grandpa,” she mocks.
“Kinda like the sound of that.” I grin.
“I don't know. I can't be seen with an old man. May have to get me a younger model. That Viking guy looks pretty tough.”
I groan. “Don't make me kill one of my best men.”
Alexa smirks and faces the window again. “That would be a shame. He's quite handsome. Big. Strong.”
“You're pushing it.” I get a handful of her ass, giving it a squeeze. “Yeah. Sexiest grandma on the planet.”
“Stop making me feel old.”
“You could be gray headed, wrinkled, and sagging and I'd still want you.”
“Ha. I don't know if I believe that.”
“You'll see. Years from now when I'm an old bastard and you're aging with grace I'll still bend you over and fuck you till you cry.”
Alexa bursts out laughing.
“You think it’s funny?”
“It’s not that. I had a mental image of you with old saggy wrinkled balls and my tits down to my knees trying to get it on and one of us breaking a hip or something.”
I smile and hug her close to my chest. Alexa just told me she sees a future with me in it. I breathe her in, thankful we've got a second chance.
We stay like this watching the scene below. Viking throws a right hook that sends Sandman flying back. He goes down on his ass out cold from the looks of it. A bang sounds at the door. The prospect, Rio, has our food and drinks.
“Leave it on the table. Grudge still at the bar?”
“No. He made a phone call and took off.”
“You know who he called?”
“Heard him say it’s all good. See you soon.”
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“All right you can get lost. Go join the party out back. You’ve earned a night off.”
“Thanks, Prez.” Rio hurries to leave. Anxious to go find some easy pussy no doubt.
Alexa flips the pizza box open. “Everything okay? You seem troubled.” She grabs a slice and bites, struggling to chew through the string of cheese that’s bringing all the pepperonis with it.
“I'm sure it’s nothing. Just a funny feeling I got. Let's eat.” I knock the caps off our beers using the edge of the table. “A toast. We can't go back and change the past, but we can start anew today.”
“I don't want to change the past. It got us here. Gave us a beautiful daughter
. Perfect grandbaby. We're where we're supposed to be. Together.”
“I’ll drink to that.” I clink my bottle with hers. Then I chug before claiming her mouth. “How is it that every damn time I kiss you it gets better and fucking better.”
“Practice makes perfect.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Yeah.” She pulls me in close and plants a big one on me tasting of pizza sauce.
“I can think of something else we can practice then.”
“In that case you’d better eat a lot of pizza. Like a lot.”
“And why is that?”
“You’re gonna need the fuel for stamina.”
“I think I’ve got it covered.”
“I don’t know...” she pauses long enough to unbutton her shirt. “It could take all night.”
I grab my crotch and give my cock a tug over my jeans. “I’m up for the challenge.” I bring her back in, holding her gaze. Stroking my fingers along her jaw, I brush away the sins of our past. Tonight is the first day of the rest of our lives. I’ve waited long enough. Waited my whole damn life for her. Alexa has been more than patient. “Love you, Lex.”
“I know,” she whispers and unbuttons her jeans.
I want to fuck her in every damn room of this clubhouse.
A big fuck you to Ruthie and Lion.
Chapter Thirty-three
James slides the straps of my red lace bra down my arms. “Always have loved you in red.”
I lick my lips. “That’s why I chose this one,” I confess. His dark eyes bore into me with such intensity I could catch fire. I'll never get over the way he looks at me like there's no one else he'll ever want more than me. Nothing he'll ever crave more than this. More than us. Our one spark created a wildfire that's been burning for years. Decimating everything in our path. Nothing can douse the flames. I'll burn and yearn for this man till the day I die and maybe even after in Heaven or Hell. I’d follow him anywhere. What we have is a ride or die love, and for James I’ve risked it all over and over again.
My motorcycle man walks me back toward the window that overlooks his outlaw kingdom. Loud music echoes through the clubhouse. The roar of engines sound.
All his men below, ready to ride for him at will. Ready to die all in the name of loyalty and brotherhood. I too am at his command. The Prez shows no mercy. I’ll do as he pleases. I stare down at the party, waiting in anticipation for his next move. The heat of my man presses against me from behind as he sweeps my hair to one side.
I’ve tried to fight it but there’s no denying that he is mine, and I am his in every way imaginable. He kisses me between my shoulder blades, carving a path down my spine with his lips, stopping only when he reaches the dimples above my ass. My body has changed over the years, and I don’t have the perfect one I once did. I’ve gained weight. I have scars, wrinkles, and stretchmarks, but when he touches me all my imperfections fade. When James touches me, I know he cherishes every inch. Hooking his fingers under the waistline of my thong he drags the red lace material down my legs, tapping the backs of each heel for me to step out.
There’s nothing better than the rough pads of his fingers on my skin except him inside me. My body quivers as the cool glass of the window hits my taut nipples. James doesn’t waste any time. Lining our bodies up, he enters me with one deep thrust that has me crying out in pure ecstasy.
“Always fucking wet for me, baby. That pretty little pussy is so eager and greedy. Fucking soaked.” He pulls out and slides right back in. My body molded to the shape of him. Two halves of one whole. There’s never been a more perfect fit than the way my pussy curves to his dick.
I brace my palms on the windowsill. When he starts to move my body...mostly my hip bones take a beating against the lower half of the brick wall that sits under the window.
He fucks me so hard my bones may crack. I can’t breathe as he pounds relentlessly giving me every brutal but achingly- beautiful inch. Colors burst dancing behind my eyes. I see stars in every shade as my orgasm quakes through my body. I jolt and jerk against him.
“That’s it, Lex. Come all over your cock.” Yanking my hair, he tugs my head back to claim my mouth, cutting off my air, as I pant into his mouth. Sweat drips between us. He breaks away from our kiss letting out a deafening groan, spilling his release inside me.
James severs our connection. “You still on the pill?” he questions breathily in my ear.
I shake my head, unable to catch my breath long enough to answer.
“Good,” he growls, pushing his fingers up in me. “What would you say if I told you I want another baby with you.”
My eyes grow big and round as the full moon coming out from behind the clouds. “I’d say you’ve totally lost what little of your mind you have left.”
“You wouldn’t want another?”
I tense as he pumps his fingers in and out, about to bring me to another orgasm. “If it happened then I’d have to come to terms, but no. We’re in a different stage in our lives. But it’s not going to happen. The shooting. I can’t carry another baby.”
“Fucking Ruthie?” at the mention of her we both lose our interest in my getting off a second time.
“Yeah.”
James steps away, going to the bathroom. “God damn cunt. Shoulda put a bullet between her eyes,” he mutters before slamming the door.
Well that went over well. I leave him to work through his anger alone. Opening one of the drawers of his dresser, I dig out a t-shirt and slip it over my head. The black worn cotton swallows me like a tent. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I run my fingers through my hair, working out the tats. Another baby isn’t something I’d want. We have a granddaughter, and I selfishly want him all to myself. I don’t want to share him. I’ve waited too long for this. For him.
The bathroom door opens, and he stands there quietly observing me. “C’mere,” he says finally, and I go to him. His arms wrap around me, and I lay my head to his chest. “Got caught up in the moment. I’m sorry that was taken away from you.”
“It’s okay. I don’t want a baby, James, and not because I don’t love you, but I’m past that part of life. I want us to enjoy it being just us. Maybe that makes me selfish, but we have Mila now. Trust me. East and Wylla are going to be calling on us to babysit.”
“I do like having you all to myself.”
“It has its perks. We don’t have to plan around a baby. We can go and do what we want when we want.”
“I can keep you naked.” His hand slides down to cup my bare ass.
“That too.”
“Get cleaned up and come on to bed.” James releases me, and I move around him to make use of the bathroom. “There’s some new toothbrushes in the top drawer. We’ll shower in the morning,” he says as though I don’t have a choice in the matter, but I decide its best not to argue with him for now.
Making do with what I call a whore’s bath I wash up in the sink then brush my teeth. When I return to my man, he’s kicked back naked on the bed eating the pizza from earlier.
“Need to recharge.” He grins and pizza sauce drips down his chin and onto his chest.
“You need a bib.” I grab a napkin from the stack on the table. “Here.” I hand it to him then crawl into bed.
“We got an appointment tomorrow to look at that property I got my eye on.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? Want to get both houses on the market. That’s why you saw me talking to Holy’s sister. She’s in real estate. I’m ready to have this every night.” He reaches over and pinches my tit.
“Ow. Well who said I want this every night?” I wave my hand in his direction motioning to the naked Neanderthal getting pizza everywhere.
“You did.” He drops his pizza onto the nightstand and rolls over top me, planting a sloppy pizza kiss on my lips.
“Oh sick. You still got pizza in your mouth.” I shove against his chest but he only chuckles. “Ugh. If this is what I have to look forward to I’m
so not moving in with you, mister.”
He moves away momentarily to wash down his pizza with the last of his beer. “Hate to break it to you. Not only are you moving in, but you’re gonna marry me, babe.” He threads his fingers with mine as he looms over me once more, pushing my legs apart with his knees.
“You asking or telling me?”
“Definitely telling.” His mouth closes in on mine. “You ready?”
“For what?” My breath hitches in my throat.
“It’s happening. I’m thinking tomorrow while everyone is here.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Tomorrow works.”
“Hello? Works for what? Am I included in this conversation?”
“Sorry. Was thinking of where I’m getting Roane to ink my brand on you.”
“I’m not getting a tattoo.”
“Yeah you are.”
“No. I’m not.”
“Not up for debate. I’ll hog tie you if I gotta, but my name’s going on your body.”
“I don’t need a tattoo.”
“You’re getting one....right...” his lips dip to my neck. One hand moves down my side and up under the t-shirt I’m swimming in trying to get away from his crazy ass. His palm splays across my ribs. “Want my name right here.”
“It’ll hurt.”
“I’ll hold your hand.”
“Oh gee thanks. How mighty of you.” I roll my eyes. James pushes off the bed and goes for his jeans. “Where are you going?
“Need to make sure Holy will be around tomorrow.”
“Holy? Why?”
“Need him to officiate.”
“Excuse me? We are not getting married tomorrow. There’s a process. Documents and a license or whatever. You can’t just...” he cuts me off with a kiss.
“Pretty girl, I can, and I will. So be thinking about what you want to wear.”
“We can’t do it tomorrow. Wylla Mae is still in the hospital.”
He frowns. “You got me there. All right this weekend then.”
“Slow down. We have time.”
“Nope. I’m not waiting. Want my ring on your finger. My bastard patch inked on your skin.”
“We’ve got time, James.”
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