Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation #2

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “I know,” she signs but also lets her lips move simultaneously. “But your father–”

  The two of us remember all too well how Vachs came to get us the day they went after Gattani. Bringing us to the hospital because my father was injured during a knife fight and it was a very close call, but he survived. It’s for this reason we shouldn’t dwell on things and focus on the good and positive since we can’t change the past but do have a hand in the future.

  “Is healed and motivated like everyone else to protect every single one in this MC. And that’s just it, this MC always has a handful of open cases and danger can come from every angle. You guys have taught me never to be afraid of fear itself. I’m okay, mom. I’m more than okay. I married the man who sees me for who I am and loves every little thing about me. Well, he might have some issues when I accidentally spill pencil shavings all over the bed when I’m too focused on sketching a new design. But everyone has little things to annoy themselves over every now and then, right?”

  She wraps me in a hug and takes my hand to slide her finger over my wedding band. There’s no diamond or any other stone gracing the platinum ring. Vachs had them made especially for us.

  He has the exact same band except I have one with a partial fingerprint of him as he has one with a partial of me. When you hold the bands right next to each other they resemble a linked by lines and open space heart. Perfectly resembling the imperfect way two halves flow into a whole.

  “Life is annoying every now and then.” The words fall from her lips with half a smile. “But for the most part it isn’t too bad when you have the right people surrounding you. And we do.”

  I nod while tears of joy start to fill my eyes.

  “No, no, no. Your makeup, sweetie. This is your wedding night, I was only going to make sure you were okay before your old man takes you home.”

  I drag my gaze away from her mouth and pull her in for another hug. Over her shoulder I see Vachs standing near the door, talking to my father. My father is still dressed in his suit but ditched his jacket.

  A sweet memory of how he walked me down the aisle where Vachs was waiting for me flashes before my eyes. It’s one of the most special moments in my life I will carry with me forever. Another one was when Vachs signed his vows while keeping his lips sealed. I know he’s been working hard at learning signs but it’s going really slow with all the work we both have.

  But I’ve heard both my parents and Broke and his old lady have chipped in to teach him more and more. This man never fails to amaze me at what lengths he goes through to make me feel as if I’m the most treasured person in his life.

  Archer comes to a stop next to us. “Thank you for letting us borrow Hank for the night. Bee and Queenie are excited to spend the whole day with him tomorrow.”

  I smile when his lips stop moving. His wife and daughter love Hank and would like a dog themselves but Bee is also pregnant with their second child and also helps solving cases, it’s a lot to keep their young family up and running so them babysitting Hank every now and then is the perfect solution for all of us.

  Like right now, on our wedding night. We don’t have to go out and walk Hank and can sleep in all day. Everything sounds perfect and this is exactly why I don’t mind missing out on our honeymoon.

  Vachs wanted to take me away to a sunny beach somewhere remote but with Gattani disappearing–and now reappearing–Ellory’s father going into witness protection to build a case against Gattani…everything is on high alert.

  But for now, it’s time to shove these concerns to the back of our minds and let the MC take over the security and worries while Vachs and I can concentrate on ourselves for at least a day to face reality another day.

  Vachs’ eyes land on mine and the love hitting me lights up my body. This man released a flock of butterflies inside my belly the day we met and it’s been multiplying ever since. There’s no need for words when feelings and emotions guide you through life.

  He slowly closes the distance between us until he’s staring down at me while his arms slide around my waist to pull me flush against his body. He places a kiss on my forehead and through his lips I can feel his heated breath and the rumble of words he gives me.

  Lack of hearing doesn’t diminish the meaning of voiced words. Words hold the same emotions as actions. Their strength have equal impact. For better or for worse. We have more than one way to communicate and it always calls for us to shine. Through darkness or bright blue skies; the language of love is universal and will always hold strong.

  “Wanna sneak out the backdoor and head home?” Vachs signs.

  “Yes,” I reply and lift myself up on my toes to brush my mouth against his.

  Lacing his fingers with mine he gives a little squeeze and mouths, “Ready?”

  I give him a bright smile and answer loudly with my heart; “Always.”

  EPILOGUE

  Five years later

  – VACHS –

  I’ve just dropped Hank and our son, Ian, off at my in-laws and went out to pick up some coffee. Ian is three years old and he takes after me. I might have a shaved head but I always had a dark sea of curls. Our boy is such a burst of joy with the cute as hell smile on his face while Hank follows him wherever he goes.

  It’s also the reason why I dropped the both of them off together. Depay and Diamond offered to spend a couple days with the pair of them to give us some time alone to enjoy. It’s still early morning but I needed to pick up a gift I had made to replace something I bought her a few years back.

  Since it’s our five-year wedding anniversary, I decided to give her somewhat of a special edition version. It’s a bracelet which will vibrate and flash a light whenever there’s a text or something. Most times she has her phone in her pocket so she feels the vibration of an incoming message, but when the damn thing is in her purse the indication gets lost.

  Taking the last sip of coffee, I place it on the counter and head upstairs to see if my woman is ready. I’ve told her I have a surprise for her and to get dressed for a night away. I’ve booked a room at a luxurious hotel where we’ll have a special dinner served to enjoy our time together.

  I take the stairs two at a time. I enter the bedroom at the same time Hadley steps out of the bathroom. A towel is wrapped around her gorgeous body and the second our eyes meet is when I’m ready to kiss our time away goodbye. Who the hell needs a fancy dinner and a luxurious hotel room when I can feast on my woman right here in our own bed?

  Stalking right up to her I tug on the fluffy towel and it slides right off her lush tits, hitting the ground without a single sound. I take in her hard, pink nipples and full tits and groan at the sight. Trailing lower to her pussy–neatly groomed with just a tiny little fluff as a landing strip for my cock–I instantly fall to my knees for closer inspection.

  I keep our gaze locked when I bounce a flat hand between her legs, asking her without words to give me some room to work with. She spreads her leg and I take this opportunity to throw one of her legs over my shoulder and slide my arms underneath her to grip her ass and bury my face into her heavenly pussy.

  Her scent is intoxicating and her taste makes me harder. Every. Damn. Time. I won’t ever get enough of her, not after years, decades, hell…a lifetime. Her hand touches my scalp, pulling me closer. She loves it when I nibble and suck on her clit while pumping two fingers in and out of her tight heat.

  Her eyes are holding me captive. The light and love shining down on me almost makes me falter. I slowly lap at her pussy and move my fingers to find her sweet spot. Her breaths become rapid and heavy, pussy clenching and taste intensifying.

  I know exactly how to bring my woman close to the edge and let her tip over into a sea of bliss. And that’s exactly what I give her when I curl my fingers and give pressure and friction to her bundle of nerves, making her shatter above me.

  It’s a good thing I have a firm grip on her to keep her upright while she’s riding the waves of pleasure. I let her leg slide off my
shoulder and rise to my feet. Wiping my mouth on my forearm I give her a sly grin before I take her mouth in a slow kiss.

  My cock is painfully hard and near bursting when she curls her delicate hands around it and squeezes me through the rough fabric of my jeans. I groan into her mouth and I know damn sure she feels the vibrations, letting her know I’m loving what she’s doing to me.

  She rips her mouth away from mine and sinks down to her knees. The sight before me is one that always manages to steal my damn breath. The open love, self-assured woman with her magnificent breasts naked and on show for me staring up with mischief is exactly why I fell in love with her one step at a time until she possessed every damn inch of my very soul.

  It’s rare to have an instant connection with someone but when you feel it in your gut and are faced with someone who flares lust along with a deep longing, you grab hold and you hold on fucking tighter than ever.

  The years that came and went weren’t all roses and sunshine but we’ve come a long way as a couple and for sure have a long and wide-open road ahead of us. And the way her fingers eagerly slide down the zipper and free my cock tells me it’s going to be a ride the both of us will enjoy.

  I skillfully help her by kicking off my jeans and boots, shrugging off my cut and throwing it on the bed before I let my shirt hit the floor. I’m standing before her naked, cock pointing right at her, ready for the attention she’s about to give it.

  My knees go weak when her lips circle around the tip, slowly sucking me into her hot mouth with deep tugs. I can feel it all the way to my balls and it’s firing me up to explode down her throat. An animalistic sound rumbles through my chest and I cup her face–unable to resist I take over–filling her mouth full of cock with steady thrusts.

  I need to control this because if I leave her in charge, she’s going to tongue the underside of my dick while squeezing the base with her tiny skilled hands, sucking the cum right from my body. And I can’t let her. Not yet.

  I have plans to come inside her womb because we’ve been trying to give Ian a little brother or sister, and shooting my cum down her throat won’t help our strategy. But damn does her mouth feel good.

  Too damn good. I pull her back and let the air hit my wet dick. Hoisting her up, I spin her around and smack her ass. We never need words because the both of us always crave the same thing and flawlessly feel what the other person desires.

  Her hands smack against the wall to brace herself as I step closer to her body. Her pussy is still swollen and wet from the attention I gave it. Palming my cock, I let it slide through her folds, feeling the welcoming heat as I brace my other hand on her lower back.

  Hadley presses her ass back, seeking my cock because she wants it inside her. Precum is leaking out by the mere sight and knowledge I’d be inside her soon. Like right fucking now…as I line myself up, grip her hips, and slam my hips forward.

  Bliss. White. Hot. Bliss. And I have to fill my lungs with a deep breath to keep my sanity as I start to bury myself over and over into her tight pussy. I’m like a madman on a wild chase and my woman is pushing back on my cock as if she’s born to follow my lead.

  One of her hands leaves the wall and her nails dig into my thigh. As if I’m not fucking hard enough and she needs to spur me on. My gaze falls to where we’re connected. My dick, coated with her juices, sliding out and still gripped by her pussy to suck me right back in.

  I’m being strangled by a fist, clenching, rippling, motherfucking pleasure only my woman steals right from the center of my body and I start to unload to follow her into orgasm land we’ve reached simultaneously.

  Out of breath and my heart racing, I let my sated body drape over hers as I slide an arm around her waist to keep us pinned together. Holy hell that’s a good way to start the day. When I’ve regained some of my strength back, I hoist her up in my arms and carry her to the bed. She watches me with curious eyes when I walk back to my jeans and grab the tiny box from my pocket.

  “Happy anniversary,” I sign and hand her the present I got her.

  She leans over and grabs a tiny box from the bedside table and hands it to me.

  “Happy anniversary,” she signs back and shoots me a huge grin.

  The both of us are like little kids on Christmas morning; ripping into the package as fast as possible to get to the goods. And damn. I am absolutely both stunned and fucking stoked about the gift I’m holding.

  The tiny gasp coming from Hadley drags my gaze away from the belt buckle she had made especially for me. It’s the patch I have inked on my hand; Broken Deeds MC along with her name in bold letters. Something I’m going to wear with pride every day from here on out.

  And I’m pretty sure Hadley feels the same way about the bracelet she’s holding. It’s platinum to match her wedding ring and I had it engraved with the words “She who holds the strength of my heart.” There are tiny beads linked on it. A dog resembling Hank, a heart which will blink and vibrate when her phone has an incoming message, a pacifier to indicate our dream to expand our family, and two letters, a V and an I for both the men in her life.

  She holds it out for me along with her wrist. The tears of happiness sliding down her cheeks are a hit straight to my heart. Once I’ve put the bracelet around her wrist, I slide my thumb over her cheeks to wipe away her happy tears.

  “So fucking gorgeous,” I murmur and sign with all my heart. “I love you.”

  She practically throws the words back at me with her hands before launching her body against me. And in this moment–naked bodies pressed against each other–nothing feels more perfect. The first five years of our marriage was just the start; we’re ready for another five, ten, fifty…hell however long we have in this fucked-up world. Every damn second that passes I’m grateful for the chance to spend it with her.

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