by Sam Crescent
Every time he signed a check to the school it made him laugh. Nash looked troubled as his daughter sat in the group.
“He got a girl as well?” Devil asked. His life had been chaotic since the last run-in with The Skulls. He didn’t want to fight with Tiny and his crew. Devil wanted both clubs to unite as friends, not join forces but be known as friends.
Jerry and his woman were eating and enjoying the party. Lexie was walking out of the pool with Eva. He stopped talking to admire the full beauty of his woman.
“She’s really something,” Tiny said.
“You better not be looking at my woman.”
“I’m not looking at your woman. I’m more interested in mine.”
Eva walked into Tiny’s arms smiling between the two men. “It makes a change for you two to be in the same place without bashing heads together.”
“I know. It sucks, and it’s boring.”
Lexie picked up their little girl, Elizabeth. “It’s feeding time, sweety.” She went on her toes, kissing his lips. “Keep everyone company. I’ll be back soon.”
He watched her leave, knowing he wasn’t going to miss watching her feed their daughter. Simon was playing nicely with his toys.
“Will you keep an eye on everything?” Devil asked.
“You’re a horn dog. Leave the woman to feed,” Tiny said.
“Go, we’ll take care of your boy. Have fun,” Eva said, nodding at him.
It was rude, and Lexie would give him shit but watching her nurse his daughter would be well worth it. He found her sat in the nursery with a breast feeding pillow around her waist. His daughter was slowly being weaned off the breast as she was only a year old.
Devil found he loved to sit and watch. He found himself loving Lexie even more as she cared for their little girl.
“You’re turning into a slut,” she said, looking up.
He hadn’t made a sound, but she clearly knew he was there.
“No, not a slut. I just love watching my woman.” He took a seat finding the action so sweet. Reaching out, he stroked the baby’s head as she took from the nipple. Any chance to see Lexie naked was a joy to him. Her finger held his ring, and her body held his name. She’d gotten the name “Devil” tattooed up her side. The words stood out against her pale skin but filled him with joy every time he saw them.
“We have a wonderful life,” she said, smiling at him. “It’s why I can never hate Kayla.”
“She been in touch?” he asked, tense.
“No, she hasn’t been in touch at all. Just think, Devil, without her, we wouldn’t be here now.” He got up from his seat, cupped her cheek, and tilted her head back. “We’d have gotten here, baby. It would have taken time.” Lowering his head toward her, he covered her mouth with his.
She whimpered, opening her lips and giving him more as he kissed her deeply.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he said, moaning.
“What can I say? I can’t fight the devil’s charm.” She chuckled, reaching around his head to deepen the kiss.
Devil felt all of his love spill out. Lexie was his heart and soul. He’d started out his life with nothing to lose. No one could hurt him as there was nothing in his life to hurt him with. She gave him a reason to love. Lexie and his two children gave him something to live for that meant for more to him than anything else.
“I love you, Lex.”
“I love you, too.” She sighed, and that sigh went straight to his cock.
A couple of hours were all he needed to wait for and he could be buried to the hilt inside her. The night time suddenly felt too far away.
Epilogue
Ripper entered the club house with only one thing on his mind, to find a woman to fuck. The barbeque had been great, but watching all the men with women of their own had grown fucking boring. None of the pussy was there. Devil didn’t allow all the bitches around his house. There was a place for the women and a place for the keepers.
Shaking his head, he walked to the bar, grabbed the whiskey bottle and sat down. It wasn’t long before one of the women joined him. He sat back watching her dance as his cock hardened at the sight. She only wore a mini skirt and a vest top.
The woman was a little on the skinny side, but Ripper wasn’t feeling in a picky mood. Some of his other brothers were snorting shit or fucking the women. The barbeque was still going on at Devil’s house. Several more of his brothers were still over there. They loved Lexie’s cooking and her presence. He enjoyed looking at her as well, which pissed him the fuck off.
In all of his years being by Devil’s side, he’d never once poached on one of his women, not even Kayla. However, Lexie made him feeling shit he wasn’t used to. Fuck, she didn’t even look at him all that much and was only ever nice to him.
Everything going on inside his head was fucking screwing with him. There was no way he was going to deal with trying to fuck Lexie.
Not going to happen.
The woman in front of him touched his junk, and he pushed her away.
“What the hell, Ripper?” she asked.
“Get the fuck away from me.”
He walked away from her, heading outside of the clubhouse. Ripper needed to get his head on straight. Lexie was off limits, and he wasn’t going to do anything to ruin his life.
When he closed his eyes all he could see was her dancing in front of him. From the moment he saw her on stage he’d been smitten.
Going to get your dick blown away.
Rubbing his eyes, he stared up at the night sky wishing there was some easy fix to his problems. He’d snorted coke, done alcohol, and still his feelings were affecting him.
“This is fucking shit,” he said.
His cell phone went off. Frowning, he pulled it out of his pocket and saw Judi on the phone.
“I left an hour ago. What could be the problem?” he asked.
“I, erm, I need your help. I’ve done something stupid, Ripper.”
“What?” He went tense. Her tears were clear to hear over the line. She was all out sobbing.
“I went out for a walk, and a guy stopped beside me. I think he recognized me from before. I don’t know. He tried to pull me in the car.” She stopped crying her eyes out. “I killed him, Ripper. I killed him with the gun you gave me.”
Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck.
Dropping the whiskey bottle to the floor, he headed toward his bike. “You stay right there. I’m coming to get you.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
He didn’t say anything else. The only other person he really cared about was Judi. She was such a sweet girl, and she’d just celebrated her twentieth birthday. This shit should be far behind her, but instead, it was right in front of her.
Ripper would do everything to care for her. Turning the ignition on, he headed in the direction of where she was. Helping Judi was in his blood, and he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
The End
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