Luca
Tig brought a fold up table and chairs for our impromptu dinner that my old lady planned and organized at the last minute. She and the other women went above and beyond, even with finger foods; they made this evening unforgettable for the men and me. He also brought Lucy with him, as well as her food and an extra bowl for water. Once everyone else gets their furniture delivered, we’ll get moved in, probably over the weekend seeing as everything is scheduled for Friday. The thought of unpacking the boxes in storage has me wishing we had some prospects already.
“Tig, you can’t seriously believe that women are only good for one thing!” Tawny exclaims. I focus back on the conversation that’s been going on around me to see him nod.
“I do, and there’s not much anyone can say to change my mind.” Ah hell, from the little I just overheard, I recognize that they’re talking about how he feels with regard to him, and relationships.
“That’s somewhat archaic, don’t you think?” she asks. “What if you’ve already met ‘the one’ and because of how you act, you blow any chances for something that rivals what your parents have?” I look sideways and see Danika’s face has dropped and she looks as if someone has kicked her new puppy. I’m worried that Maddox is going to notice and go after Tig. The last thing I need is my officers fist fighting. I know Tig and Tawny have gotten close when she mentions my aunt and uncle. They truly do have a fantastic relationship. Actually, all of my relatives do.
Deciding to nip this specific conversation in the bud, I interject, saying, “We’re going to need all hands on deck this weekend so we can get the shit from storage unpacked and put up. I don’t want this place looking crazy for weeks on end, we’ve got other shit to take care of.”
“If you want me to, I can ask my friends, Pike and Tristen, to come help us out?” Maddox asks.
“That works for me. Do they ride?” Never miss an opportunity to possibly add someone to our ranks. That’s my motto, anyhow. Especially if Maddox knows them well and trust them.
“They actually do. Why?” I give him a look that says ‘why do you think’ but decide that he’ll do better with me verbalizing my response.
“We’re looking to add a few prospects to our numbers,” I state. “Would you be willing to sponsor them?” He’s the one who knows them best, after all. I hope that they’re interested, I’d prefer to have trustworthy people that our inner circle recommends than a citizen from off the streets that we have to vet and spend endless hours questioning them and getting to know them. It’s easier if we have something or someone in common.
“Fuck yeah!” he all but shouts. “They really liked talking to everyone back when Maysen...when Maysen went through her troubles.” I was overseas for that too and it pisses me off because Maysen went through hell on earth before she came to my uncle and aunt. It’s a good thing the man had been caught and dealt with before I made it home. I would’ve been a permanent visitor of the brigs if not. Because I’d bury the motherfucker alive and spit on his grave before they’d even catch me.
“We can come up on Friday and clean,” Gypsy offers.
“No need. I have a cleaning company coming in,” I advise her. “Figured it would be a helluva lot easier if they had a huge team come in and get it done for us.” Plus, I’m not sure I could handle other men seeing my woman on her hands and knees scrubbing floors and shit.
“That’s even better,” she admits. I’m glad that was so easy. I expected more of a fight from her about what she deems as ‘spending unnecessary money’ when we can do it ourselves.
“You can go shopping, baby. Take the club credit card and get the stuff we need for the kitchen and what-not.” I am silently begging her to do this because if Nan and my great-aunt, Hazel, get a hold of the card, we’ll have enough to handle any type of apocalypse a person could imagine. And whereas my mother was okay with Nan putting her personal touch on their clubhouse, I’d like to see my old lady’s on ours. It means a lot to her and me that we put our personal mark on the clubhouse.
Chapter Seventeen
Luca
The clubhouse was completed six weeks ago, and today we are having a BBQ to celebrate. All of the members from Corinth headed up so we have a full house. I love how Gypsy has embraced our lifestyle; I see her strength growing and walls crumbling by leaps and bounds every single day. She’s definitely not the same woman I met and rescued all those months ago when I stopped for gas. I haven’t told her I loved her yet, but plan to do so when I ask her to marry me. Figured this weekend, with all our family around, would be the perfect opportunity.
“Does this look alright?” she asks, coming into the bathroom where I’m finishing up shaving. I turn and see that she’s got a white tank top, a pair of denim shorts that are frayed at the ends, shorter than I’d like them to be, but I’ve learned not to voice that opinion, and her cut. I motion for her to turn and can’t help the grin that breaks out seeing ‘Property of Luca’ stitched across her back.
“Looks fantastic,” I tell her. I reach out and snag her belt loops and pull her close. Leaning down, I kiss her until we’re both breathless, then regret that when I hear the pounding on our door. “Later, baby,” I tell her as I stalk off to answer the door.
When I open it, I see my dad standing there, Lucy embraced securely in his arms. “Dad, why do you have Lucy? She can come and go as she pleases.”
“She begged until I picked her up,” he replies. “You got a minute?”
“Sure, what’s up?” I ask him, taking Lucy from him and putting her down on the floor. She immediately heads up her ramp and crawls into her bed, sighing in relief.
“Just wanted to tell you how proud I was of what y’all have accomplished up here,” he says. “Y’know we would’ve come up and helped as often as you needed us to.” This is why I love my dad so much. He’s always been my biggest supporter, closest confidant, and my protector. I’m so happy he found my mom and me and made us his family.
“I know, Dad, but we felt that we needed to do it on our own. Does that make sense?” The last thing I want to do is hurt this man; he’s done so much for not only my mom, me and my siblings, but everyone underneath the Rebel Guardians umbrella.
“It does and I completely understand. Glad to see you kept Nan to a dull roar.” He doesn't understand how hard that task actually was. I had to not only hide the credit cards and checkbook from her, but I had to sic Tawny on them. She has a tendency to speak what’s on her mind but has a way with Nan and Hazel that none of us have ever possessed. That ability is her superpower and I plan on using it as much as I can if the troublesome twosome keep up their ways.
“It wasn’t easy. The only way I got her and Aunt Hazel to back off was to allow them to set up a storage room and build a garden in the back.” That was Tawny and Tig’s idea. Mine was to send Nan and Gino home with an ‘emergency’ that I hadn’t yet figured out.
“Heard Tawny had some words with them as well.” We had a hard road to get to where we are today, but once you get past her tough exterior, she’s an amazing person under that armor. Loyal, trustworthy and loves being a part of our extended family. She fits in perfectly and she and Tig have become the bestest of friends. Now she gets the annoying text messages and I have peace of mind.
“She did. Somehow, she can get through to Nan. The rest of us tend to cave but Tawny doesn’t.” Gypsy really enjoys having her cousin around, and it’s nice that she has the support. They’re going to be good for each other. Tawny has decided to stay close, she wants to live near her cousin, so she’s moving her father’s business here and closing it down in their hometown.
“Luca!” I hear Gypsy call from the bathroom. My dad smirks at me and I hide the smile that appears on my face when I hear her voice.
“Duty calls.” My dad chuckles.
“Seems that way.” I silently beg him to leave. She has her sexy voice on and that means one thing...my little guy is fixing to be very happy.
“Well, guess I’ll catch
ya downstairs in a bit.” He smiles at me. “I feel the need to check on your mom’s progress.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I want to take an ice pick to my brain. I silently gag, there are some things a son doesn’t need to know where his mother is concerned.
“That works. See you shortly, Dad.” I wait until he leaves the room before I lock the door and walk into the bathroom.
Seeing my woman bent over the sink, her shorts and panties down around her ankles has my dick hard as concrete. She catches me staring and wiggles her ass while watching me in the mirror. “I didn’t think I could wait until later, baby,” she whispers. I see one of her hands between her thighs and nearly blow my load then. My woman is sexy as fuck, a true vixen and I love every inch of her.
“Jesus,” I breathe out before I drop to my knees and proceed to work her over with my tongue and fingers. Once she’s screamed my name, I stand and quickly release my cock from my jeans, then plunge into her silky warm heat. I begin a rhythm known through time as I steadily fuck her.
“Faster, Luca,” she pants, her hands gripping the counters as I thrust and swivel. Her head is thrown back with her eyes closed, and I am captivated by her, once again, from the picture-perfect image she makes in the mirror. I can see her hard as diamond nipples through her tank top and make a note that maybe she should change it later.
“God, Gypsy, every time gets better than the last.” I’m speaking the truth, too. Each time is like the first, only hotter somehow and I have no clue how. But I’m not going to complain, she makes me feel things that I never understood could happen to a man, until she stole my soul and instilled her love into my heart.
“I know.” Her voice is almost keening, and I know she’s close. Reaching down, I find her clit and gather some of her juices before I begin lightly tugging and plucking at it. When her pussy starts to flutter and contract, I allow myself to drop some of my control and I thrust a little bit harder until she calls out my name. Four thrusts later, I join her, emptying out my release in her warmth.
“We don’t have time to take another shower,” I tell her once I catch my breath and stand. “Best you can do is clean up.” Saying that, I grab a washcloth and get it wet before I once again kneel in front of her and this time, clean up our combined releases. The intoxicating smell of us combined makes me want to take her again. Maybe not even show up to our party and leave everyone else to entertain themselves. They are big boys and girls and know where the grill, ice chest and sound system are.
“I’m good knowing that your cum is deep inside me,” she says, grinning down at me. Little minx!
Gypsy
We finally make our way down to the party. It’s in full swing and everyone is laughing and having a fantastic time. I’m proud of the job Maysen, Tawny, Danika and I did. The old ladies from Corinth offered to help, but we wanted to take the reins and put together our first gathering with pride and honor. Plus, we wanted to prove we were just as capable, even though we lack in years of experience, Maysen did grow up in the club and told us some of the fanatical ways they and once the kids, dressed up the party rooms.
I leave Luca to hang out with his dad, uncles, brothers and friends while I make my way to the circle of old ladies who have taken up residence at the outside bar. “What’s up?” I giggle as I join them.
“We could ask you the same thing.” Maysen giggles pointing at my hair. Fuck, I must have that freshly fucked hair thing going on.
“Looks like someone got lucky,” Tawny singsongs.
“Shut it, bitch,” I reply, holding out my hand for the margarita that DJ has just poured. Since I’ve heard about her legendary margaritas, I’m a bit nervous about drinking so early, but I have to show no fear around Luca’s family, so I take a healthy sip. “This is really good,” I state.
“It’s Gino’s special recipe,” DJ replies. “Blackberry margaritas.” I’ve heard stories from Nan about this specialty. I’m glad to ‘finally’ join the ranks of the ‘margarita club’ title that the old ladies hold.
“Well, we need that recipe because they’re gonna be added to the menu at the bar once Tig gets it opened. And if not there, definitely for here. Hell, both places as far as I’m concerned.” I’ll seriously contemplate spiking Tig’s beer and convincing him it’s his idea to make these a staple at his facility.
“I’ll email it to you later,” DJ promises, giving me a wink. “So, how are you girls settling in? Are the guys giving you too much trouble? Let us know because we’ve got tricks we can tell you about to keep them in line.” I’ve heard about her so called ‘tricks’ and I’m not sure that Luca will let me get away with half the things she has. Although his punishments could be fun.
“Oh, Gypsy has Luca well in line,” Tawny states, before popping some pastry looking thing in her mouth. “All she has to do is give him a look and he’s panting after her like a dog in heat.” I feel the blush make its way down my chest as I slyly look over in his mother’s direction.
“Lalalalalala, I can’t hear you,” Cara shouts, putting her hands over her ears. “That’s my little boy you’re talking about.” I want to find a hole in the ground and bury myself in it. How humiliating, I’m gonna pay Tawny back for this. I can’t wait until the day comes that she meets her one. Payback is a real bitch and Karma is my middle name.
“Not so little anymore,” I murmur, hoping my voice is low enough that no one hears me. Sometimes I blurt out whatever comes to mind when I’m nervous. It’s a habit I’ve always had, I’ve tried breaking it, but it never seems to work. I am who I am.
DJ takes one look at me and throws her head back, laughing. “Oh, Gypsy, you’re definitely part of the family and have embraced your biker bitch babe persona! Cara, your little boy is all grown up now,” she teases, causing Cara to roll her eyes.
“I’d prefer to think of him as a Buddhist monk,” Cara replies. Far from it, if she only knew.
“Only if he’s doing that as a role-play thing,” DJ says. “Wait, are y’all into that thing? If so, I’m doing research for my next book and would love to talk to you about it this weekend.” As if I’ll share about our sex life with someone he calls his aunt. Jesus, these women are hell on wheels, that’s for sure! It’s not as if we’ve whipped out the flogger, spanking bench or Halloween clothes during sexy time.
“Uh, no, we aren’t.” But she now has my curiosity piqued so I need to have a discussion with Luca later and see if that’s something he wants to try. It could be fun, right? If not, my imagination could conjure something up. But knowing Luca, he won’t allow anyone else in our bedroom, even himself in make-believe status. He’s very possessive of anything that has to do with me and being naked.
“Speaking of sex hair, yours is looking a bit fluffier than normal, Cara,” DJ states, pointing at her and wagging her finger.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, DJ,” Cara replies, giving her best friend a death glare that I need to learn. It’s quite impressive even though DJ just laughs and sips at her margarita.
“Maybe we should have a moratorium on the sex talks?” Tawny asks, grinning at all of us. Maysen’s face is beet red so I know that she probably got a little busy this morning, and Danika has a wishful look on her face.
I laugh because I’m enjoying myself tremendously watching how the Corinth old ladies interact with one another. In the weeks while we’ve been getting our clubhouse up and running, I’ve grown closer to Maysen and look forward to when we’ll be like Cara and DJ.
I can finally see my future. And it’s so bright that I can’t believe that most of my dreams have come to fruition. I have an amazing man, a loving new family, and I finally feel like I’m living my life instead of being an outsider watching life pass me by.
Chapter Eighteen
Gypsy
“Gypsy!” I hear a voice that I never wanted to hear again call out. “Gypsy! Don’t ignore me, bitch. I’m your mother, show your face and give me the respect I’ve earned birthing your cunt ass!” Someone kil
l me now, my past self, the one who used to hide like a scared little girl from her, attempts to come out to play. But the new me, the stronger me, raises up in anger and I can feel the fire burn its way through my veins.
I see the old ladies stiffen when they hear that strident voice screeching at me. The tremors that overtake me are not fear, like they were when I was younger. Oh no, I’m livid. Fuck, I’m beyond livid only I don’t think there’s a strong enough word in the dictionary to describe it. Regardless, this ends now. She played virtually no role in raising me and has no part in my future.
I stand and stride over to her with determination in my steps, I want to be able to finally eradicate this virus from my life, once and for all. “What the fuck are you doing here, Mother?” I sneer. There’s no mistake in the venomous tone that there’s no love lost between the two of us. “Don’t recall sending you an invitation and you’re most definitely not welcome.” That’s an understatement, I snort at myself which causes her to slit her eyes in a way that used to send me running like a scared bunny rabbit.
She recoils slightly at my words, which is all a show for our bystanders, and I take that opportunity to give her a once-over. She’s showing signs of her hard life and has caked her make-up on so thick I can see the cracks and crevices. She’s dressed in what I would deem streetwalker wear; a short leather miniskirt, knee-high boots with at least a four-inch heel, and a tank top that’s at least two sizes too small. Fucking bitch. “You can’t speak to me that way. I’m your mother!” she seethes.
“Like hell I can’t! Mother? What a fucking joke. You have no idea what a mother is! You’ve done nothing good for me my entire life! All you’ve ever done is tear me down and make me feel like I was a piece of shit. If it weren’t for Aunt Stella and Uncle Jared, I wouldn’t have survived my childhood, Mother. Hell, I nearly died from pneumonia because you couldn’t be bothered to take me to the fucking doctor! They were the ones who raised me and made sure I had what I needed for school and shit. Not you! Oh no, you were too busy bitching about how I had ruined your life and how no man wanted you because you had a kid. Didn’t seem to stop the revolving door you had going on, though, did it? Nope, not at all. You make me sick.” My chest is heaving up and down heavily with my anxiety and the atrocious way she makes me feel.
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