by Erin Osborne
We talk about how we think the guys in the club will react to the gifts we got them. I hope they’ll like what I got them. Every guy needs something for their bike whether it’s tools, something to make it uniquely theirs, or whatever else they do to them. So, I got them each a gift card to the motorcycle store in the mall. It may not seem like much, but it’s the first time I’ve ever shopped for someone before. When I was young, I always made my parents, Tonya, Blood, and the boys something for Christmas. This has definitely been a ton of firsts for me lately.
When we get our food, I ask the waitress for a coffee, burger, and fries to go. She places the order as the women around the table look at me. I’m pregnant but the food isn’t for me.
“Levi has been outside all day. I thought he’d like something to warm up and eat,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders.
“And that’s why you’re going to make a great ol’ lady,” Tonya says, biting her sandwich after dipping it into her soup.
“That’s not why I’m doing it,” I say.
“I know. You’re doing it because you care. That’s what makes a great ol’ lady, isn’t it, Syd?” Tonya replies.
“Yeah. If you’re going to be with one of these guys, you have to accept the club and all that comes with it. You’ve done it. So, when Colt gets patched in, you’ll be right by his side and will help him when he needs it. It’s not like they can make it through the day without us,” Sydney responds with a laugh.
We all laugh at her statement because it’s the truth. If we weren’t there to help make sure they knew what was going on, they’d be lost. I look at Needa, and there’s a lost, faraway look in her eyes. She wants what we’re talking about, but she doesn’t want to come across as desperate or like a patch chaser. Before I can say anything, I watch her look out the window toward where Levi is sitting. She likes him but won’t say anything about it. I’ve been where she’s at.
Just before we’re all done eating, the waitress brings out the food I ordered to go. Standing up, I take the food and coffee out to Levi. He gets out of the SUV and looks at me with questions in his eyes.
“What’s this?” he asks me.
“It’s food and coffee for you,” I tell him. “You’ve been with us all day long and I thought you could use something to warm you up.”
“Well, thank you,” he responds gratefully, taking the food and coffee and getting back in the SUV.
“You’re welcome.”
Walking back in the restaurant, I finish my meal so we can head out. We all pay for our food and leave a tip for the waitress. By the time we’re leaving, the crowd is beginning to come in. I’m glad we’re leaving now.
Piling back in the truck, we head to my house first. Heaven is going to the strip club for work and the rest of the women are going to the clubhouse. Tonya pulls into my driveway minutes after leaving the diner. Levi gets out of the SUV and Tonya gets out to help me gather all of my bags from the back. Once we have them all loaded inside, I hug Tonya goodbye and they leave.
Taking my shoes off, I stretch my feet and sit down on the couch for a few minutes. After resting, I gather the bags and begin to take them to the bedroom downstairs. I’m not going to be able to carry everything upstairs without exhausting myself further. That’s not going to happen because I have plans for tonight.
Zoey is in bed and now it’s time for Colt and me to get ready for bed. I go in our bedroom while he goes through and makes sure the doors and windows are locked before setting the alarm for the night. While he’s busy doing that, I strip and put on a nightie I bought today. It’s already been washed and now I hope Colt likes it.
The nightie is red with black lace on the outer edge. There is a black lace thong that’s completely see-through to match it. My hair is down and flowing around me. I’m kneeling on the end of the large bed when Colt walks in the room. He stops dead in his tracks and just stares at me.
“You are absolutely stunnin’,” he tells me.
“You’re sexy as hell,” I respond, meaning every word.
“What do you want tonight, angel?” he asks, walking to the bed and stripping on his way to me.
“I want you to love me and me to love you,” I respond, licking my lips as each inch of skin appears.
By the time he’s next to me, Colt is naked with a trail of clothes leading to the bed. He climbs in next to me and pulls me to his body. After staring into my eyes for a minute, Colt lowers his head and kisses me. He doesn’t keep the kiss slow, he immediately deepens the kiss and devours my mouth. I keep up with him as we each tangle our tongues together.
While we’re kissing, Colt lays me down on the bed. He climbs between my legs and hovers over my body to keep his weight off of me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close to me. He breaks the kiss and trails a path from my mouth down to my neck. I move my head to the side so he has better access.
Colt kiss and nips at my neck before sliding down more. He undoes the tie resting between my breasts and pulls the sides of the nightie back so he can see my chest and stomach. For minutes he does nothing while staring at my body. It’s not until I begin to squirm under his gaze that he says anything.
“Angel, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. These marks on your body don’t take anythin’ away from that. Instead, they show how strong you are. That you’ve been to the gates of hell and made it through,” he tells me, pressing a kiss between my tits.
“I’m a mess,” I tell him, laying still under his body and gaze.
“You’re my mess, angel. These marks will fade with time and I’ll help you forget what those people did to you. Together we’ll make it through this stronger and better than we ever imagined,” he assures me. “Now, it’s time for me to show you exactly how I feel about you and what you do to me. Look at me, angel. I’m hard as a rock for you. If I didn’t love you or was turned off by what you look like in this moment, I wouldn’t be hard and wantin’ inside you more than my next breath.”
“They just beat me down again while I was there,” I tell him honestly. “I thought I could tamp it down and not think about it, but I can’t.”
“No more talkin’, angel. Now, I’m goin’ to show you love and replace those memories with good ones,” he says, leaning up to kiss my lips once more.
Colt breaks the kiss and trails a path down to my chest this time. He stops at my breasts and pulls first one nipple inside his warm, wet mouth and then the other. For a few minutes, he goes back and forth between each side. While one nipple is in his mouth, as he bites down on my hardened peak before laving it with his tongue, my other nipple is in his hand being pinched and pulled.
My back arches off the bed. I’m sensitive and already feel myself getting close to having an orgasm just from him playing with my nipples. Before I can reach the edge of the cliff, he pulls away from me and continues kissing a path down my body. Once he gets to my center, he lifts away and slides my panties from my body.
Colt doesn’t waste any time in lowering his head and sliding his tongue through my center until he reaches my clit. He sucks it in his mouth and bites down on it. I arch further off the bed and moan out Colt’s name. While he’s paying attention to my clit, a finger slides inside my pussy. I try to lift my hips up to get closer to his mouth as he slides his finger in and out of me, adding another one after a few minutes. My man doesn’t let me control what’s going on though. He rests his arm across my hip and splays his hand across my stomach.
I won’t be able to cum until he wants me to.
“Colt, please,” I plead with him. “I need to cum.”
He doesn’t stop what he’s doing or answer me. Instead, he sucks harder on my clit and slides his fingers in and out of me faster. Just before I reach my climax, Colt stops. He slides his fingers from my body and removes his mouth from my clit.
“You’re not cummin’ unless it’s around my cock,” he tells me, sliding up my body and lining his cock up with my opening.
As he slides i
nside me, Colt leans down and kisses me. I can taste myself on him and it further turns me on. I wrap my body around his as he slides in me to the hilt. We moan into one another’s mouth at the sensations we’re feeling course through our bodies. Colt still doesn’t waste any time as he begins to slide from my body. He pulls out until just the head of his cock is left inside me. I whimper with the thought he’s going to stop fucking me, but he slams back inside.
“I love you, angel,” he says, pulling out and sliding back in me again.
“I love you, babe,” I reply. “Fuck me hard.”
Colt looks down in my eyes for a minute as he debates my request. Without answering me, he begins to slam into my body repeatedly. I arch into him and dig my nails into his shoulders. It’s as if I’m hanging on for dear life as my man repeatedly fucks me as if he’s chasing away the demons he faces after my kidnapping. He needs to reassure himself I’m here with him just as much as I need to believe I’m really back in his arms. This is what we need right now.
“I’m close,” I tell him, reaching a hand between us.
I rub circles on my clit as Colt speeds up the movements of his hips. I’m moving up the bed with the force of his thrusts, but he doesn’t stop moving. The only thing he does is place his hand at the top of my head so I don’t slam myself into the headboard.
“Colt!” I scream out, my orgasm completely overtaking my body.
He thrusts three more times before he stills inside me.
“Angel!” he bellows before beginning to slide himself slowly in and out of me prolonging our orgasms.
Finally, Colt slides from my body. He falls to the side of me on the mattress and pulls me into him. I place my hand on his still racing heart while he rubs his hand up and down my back while the other hand lays against my stomach, cradling our baby. We’re trying to get our breathing back under control as our sweat slicked bodies stick to one another. I’ve never felt more alive than I do in this moment.
“I love you,” I murmur once again as my eyelids flutter closer.
“I love you too, angel,” I hear him reply before sleep fully claims me.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Colt Johns
OVER THE LAST few weeks, we’ve been so busy both at home and with the club. Mom decided we were going to decorate the clubhouse this year. She wants to start having a Christmas party for family only on Christmas Eve. So, we bought a ton of decorations, got a tree big enough for the clubhouse, and have spent time putting everything up. Thankfully, it hasn’t been just the three of us who are Prospecting.
Charlie is no longer with the club. Since I didn’t get to take my time and kill Jeremy the way I wanted to, Dad let me have a go at the asshole who sold my woman out. My dad, Bounce, Breaker, Vanish, and my brother all followed me to the shed when I took care of Charlie once and for all.
He tried to beg and plead until I finally got out of him exactly what he was supposed to get out of the deal for helping Ginger and Jeremy get their hands on Emersyn. Charlie did it for a piece of ass from Ginger, that’s it. There was no remorse, guilt, or anything from him. I lost my shit to say the least.
Grabbing a hammer from the tray of ‘tools’ used in the shed, I shattered as many bones in his body as I could. He screamed, cried, pissed himself, and finally begged for mercy. I didn’t show him any. After I was done with the hammer, I grabbed a blade and slashed his body more times than my woman’s body was cut up. Charlie screamed out in pain. Especially when I rubbed salt and lemon juice into his wounds. When I was done with breathing the same air as the stupid fuck, I lit the torch up and burned him from head to toe. There may have been a certain area I paid attention to since he gave up my girl for a piece of pussy he never even got.
That’s the only break I’ve had from Christmas related things over the last few weeks. On top of decorating the clubhouse from top to bottom, we decorated Legacies a little bit. Then, Emersyn and I went all out at the house.
My girls and I spent a day shopping for nothing more than decorations for the house. Then we came back, put up a tree, decorated it, and then worked on the rest of the house. Since the club already took care of the outside, we only had to worry about the inside. There’s not a square inch of the place that doesn’t have something Christmas related on it. I wouldn’t change a single thing though.
Zoey has been going crazy with everything new in the house. She’s crawling around and getting into anything within her reach. Emersyn is going crazy, but I help her out and at night we laugh about the crazy things our daughter has gotten into during the day. I’ve sent several recordings to my parents with Zoey going after one thing or another. They love them and dote on the little Princess.
The day we took Zoey outside, Emersyn and I made snowmen, had a snowball fight, and pulled our daughter around on a sled. She laughed, ate snow, and loved it. Until she got cold. Once Zoey is cold, she’s miserable. I’m sure she’ll change as she gets older, but for now, we only take her out for a little bit at a time. She’s happy with that and then the two of us enjoy hot chocolate and sit in front of the fire together. I’ve never enjoyed the winter so much until my girls came back into my life.
Emersyn is getting bigger as each day passes. She decided she didn’t want to know what we’re having. I don’t feel the same way. So, we’ve decided I’ll find out and at the very end of the pregnancy we’ll do a gender reveal at the clubhouse. We just have to wait until we know she’s about to have the baby. I’m okay with the idea as long as she is. We’ve also decided on a name for a boy and a girl. No one knows them and they won’t find out either. Not until the baby is born and is introduced to the family.
“Babe, are you almost ready to go?” Emersyn asks.
Tonight, all of our hard work is coming to completion. It’s Christmas Eve and we’re having the party at the clubhouse tonight. The ol’ ladies along with Needa have been cooking and baking up a storm the last few days. Especially since we didn’t get to celebrate Thanksgiving.
Emersyn has been in her zone. She doesn’t have nightmares anymore and she’s been opening up more about the kidnapping and what was done to her while she was gone. The thing I’m the most grateful for is that my girl wasn’t raped. I hate everything she went through, but I’m not sure she could’ve come back from that. So, we talk when she needs to, and I hold her when her demons get to be too much.
“Yeah, angel, I’m ready to go,” I finally respond to her.
When I walk into the living room, Emersyn is dressed in a pretty, red maxi dress. It flows from her shoulders down to her feet, highlighting the baby bump she has. I place my hand on her stomach as I always do for a second. She’s putting the black winter coat on I got her. Zoey is in her car seat already dressed in her pink and purple snow suit. She’s managed to tear her hat off already and I laugh while putting it back on her little head. Zoey looks up at me like I’m an asshole before I hand her the bear my parents bought her while her mom was gone. I’m her hero again.
Grabbing the car seat, I leave the diaper bag for Emersyn to get. We don’t have to worry about the gifts or food because I already took that stuff over. Emersyn walks out the door leading to the garage and heads for my truck. After locking the door and making sure the alarm is set, I follow her and put Zoey in the back seat. With the roads covered in snow, I’m not going to take a chance driving the Charger.
Tonight, Emersyn is getting a few of her Christmas presents early. One of them she has no clue about. Dad and I set it up without her knowing about it. I hope she loves it because so many people are involved in this surprise. We’re not making her wait for it either. She’ll know what it is the second we step foot in the clubhouse.
“Are you ready for tonight?” I ask her, holding her hand as we make the short trip to the clubhouse.
“Of course,” she responds, a smile on her face.
Emersyn looks like a kid on Christmas day. I just hope she keeps looking that way when we step inside.
After dinner, we’ll ope
n gifts as a club before having our dessert. Zoey and Briar are the only kids in the club right now so it’s more for them than anything else. I know each member of the club and the employees at Legacies got our Princesses something. More than a few of them got presents for the babies that are going to be born into the club too. Neither Sydney nor Emersyn want baby showers. Each woman feels the club has already done enough for them. So, we all decided to do it this way instead.
Pulling up and parking next to my mom’s truck, I shut it off and we all get out. I grab Zoey before taking Em’s hand and leading her inside. The second she gets in the door, my girl stops dead in her tracks. Right in front of her stands her father.
“Dad, is that really you?” she asks, tears falling down her face. “Are you really here with us now?”
“I am, sweetheart,” he responds. “I’m so sorry for everything. Can you forgive me?”
Emersyn doesn’t answer her dad with words. My girl runs to him and wraps her arms around him. She just holds onto him for what seems like hours and keeps looking up at him to make sure he’s still here with her. My mom is crying, and the guys are standing around with smiles on their faces.
“Dad, I love you and there’s nothing to forgive. The only thing I want to do is introduce you to your granddaughter,” she says, turning to motion me forward.
I’ve had time to strip Zoey out of her snowsuit so everyone can see her little red and white Christmas dress with little white tights and black shoes on her feet. Emersyn put the little bit of her hair up in a ponytail and she’s got a red headband around her head. Zoey looks like a Princess and she’s treated like one.
“Dad, this is Zoey,” Emersyn says, taking our daughter from my arms.
“She’s beautiful,” he responds, choked up by the emotions flooding him. “Looks just like you when you were little. Is she happy? Healthy?”
