Chain (Heartlands MC)

by Wyatt, Dani

  Chain

  Epilogue - Two Months Later

  “Last ride.” I click the chin strap on her helmet and step back as she sticks her tongue out.

  “You mean last ride on my own.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  She rolls her eyes and I hear the chuckles from Killian and Troy behind me, sitting on my front porch drinking and generally being a pain in my ass.

  As I watch Meadow ride down the street on her new custom Softail, painted with black and orange fire stripes, I want to go after her. I fucking hate when she’s out of my sight, but she begged me for a solo ride one last time before her privileges are revoked due to her current condition.

  She’s still a bit of a nomad, independent, and I don’t want to squash that part of her with my overbearing possessiveness, but there’s only so much I can take.

  I blow out a long breath when she disappears around the first corner and I set the timer on my watch. I gave her one hour, and if she’s a minute late, it will be a red ass for my pain in the ass princess.

  When I turn to head back to the porch, the pink and blue balloons still make the house look like it’s going to float away. My mom, Tara and some of the other old ladies and girls at the club went way the fuck overboard with our little pregnancy reveal party.

  I just wanted to have people over, barbecue, get a little lit and tell everyone there’s a little Chain or Meadow on the way.

  Once the women got their claws into the idea, I had no chance at reining that shit in.

  “You gonna cry?” Troy brings a fist to his eye and twists it on a mocking pout.

  Everyone knows by now it makes me fucking nuts when she rides alone, and leave it to my brotherhood to be supportive.

  Killian laughs but I point my finger as his sorry ass stepping up onto the porch. “You have no fucking room to talk. You don’t let Daisy out of your fucking sight. Girl is practically a prisoner.”

  He looks at Troy, who shrugs, and Killian snaps. “You’ve got no room to talk. That fucking collar on her neck...”

  “Whatever.” I flip them both off and make my way inside where my mom is doing the dishes. Everyone else has left and the house is a disaster.

  “Mom.” I step into the kitchen. “I’ll clean this up. You did enough with everything else.”

  “Oh pish posh.” She flaps a towel at me. “I’ll do this every day from now on. I never thought I’d get a grandbaby, and I’m so happy I could piss myself.”

  I shake my head. She’s wearing her old leather patched vest and skinny jeans, and she’s still hot for a mom. She loved my dad like crazy, and she’s devoted herself to me, the club—and now Meadow. I can’t imagine how fucking spoiled this baby is going to be.

  I step next to her and grab a towel, helping to dry the pile of platters and serving dishes while Bob Seger plays on the speaker, drawing music from her iPhone.

  “Tara said she’ll be back later.”

  “I know. She had to go take care of some stuff at the club. I think that ‘stuff’ has a name, but she’s not quite ready to give anything up yet.”

  My mom smiles, her blue eyes sparkling. “You’re both so pissy about your private life.”

  “Just how it is, Mom. You have Meadow now, she’ll tell you anything, anytime.”

  “True.”

  They’ve gotten along like peas and carrots since they met, and this whole domestic life is better than I dreamed.

  I want to be a good man. But more, a good husband and father.

  Meadow and I have taken the investments and currency trading to a new level. We have our own accounts, her accounts from before, and we’ve added some damn respectable zeros to the club accounts too.

  There’s still some disagreement between the members on the new direction of the club, but no one’s lost their life or patches yet, so I’m confident we will find our new balance and move to a new level.

  “Have you set a date yet?” My mom chimes into my thoughts, and I shake my head.

  “Not yet. Meadow’s dragging her feet. Can’t decide if she wants to have some princess ball, Cinderella deal, or just ride off to the Justice of the Peace. Every day is something different. Her fucking hormones are gonna be the death of me.”

  My mom swats my arm. “You be careful. You don’t mess with a pregnant woman. She’ll cut your balls off while you sleep.”

  “Jesus, Mom. Don’t talk about my balls.”

  She goes back to drying a fry pan. “Just sayin’. Your father told me once I was being hormonal and you know what happened to him.”

  “Yeah. Not every father has to explain the scar on the back of his left hand is from when your mother buried a fork into it when she was three months pregnant with you.”

  “I was mad.”

  Troy and Killian come in the front door, grabbing their jackets and slipping them on.

  “We’re off.” Troy says, walking over and giving my mom a kiss on her cheek. “Killian’s old lady is blowing up his fucking phone. She needs dick.”

  “Jesus, Troy.” I cock my head toward my mom, who rolls her eyes.

  “You think I didn’t notice, I was always ready for your father’s di—”

  “Stop.” I cut her off and she chuckles, winking at Troy.

  “All of you, out. I’ll finish. I want my house back. You’re all a pain in the ass.”

  They curse me out, even my mother, but they gather their shit and a few minutes later I’ve done a couple bro hugs and kissed my mom, before watching them all ride off down the road.

  A fuck load has changed in a couple months.

  I’ve changed.

  Who knew a little grifter thief would fail at stealing from the club.

  But succeed in locking down my heart.

  I check my watch and make my way to the porch, taking a seat and staring down the road, waiting for my princess to come home.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Meadow

  Epilogue - Ten Years Later

  “Chain, please.” I arch my back as his mouth gives me no mercy, taking me up and over the hurdle again and tumbling me into about my fifth orgasm since we got to the cabin.

  His head comes up from between my legs with a smile. Those blue eyes still light up my heart and his smile still makes my body flutter.

  “Those words never get old. I said I wanted to hear them about a million times. I want a million more.”

  He kisses his way up my belly to my lips, slipping his monster cock inside me as he goes, and I gasp as his lips take mine and I taste myself on him. His beard is wet from my orgasms, his warm tongue slipping between my lips as he slowly seats himself every inch inside of me.

  He pulls back from our kiss, pushing up so his face is above me, the muscles in his shoulders tight.

  “Happy anniversary.” I mutter, reaching up to tug his beard, his long hair hanging in his eyes.

  “Happy anniversary, princess.” He answers with a hard thrust that has the bed riding hard against the wall.

  We got married in a church. I wanted the whole ceremony thing even though God has never been a center point in my life. We invited so many club members from Heartlands, and other friends from other clubs along with their entire families, we ended up with about five hundred hard partyers, drinking Jack and beer, their women and children in tow and everyone laughed and danced until dawn.

  My dress was full on princess, and I made Chain wear a tuxedo but I let him switch into his vest and the dress shirt and bow tie for the reception. We are alike and so different, but we rarely argue.

  “Your hot pink cunt is still cock hungry for me, after ten years.” Chain pumps into me as my pulse throbs between my legs.

  I look down and watch his hips move, see the thickness of his dick moving in and out of me, and I feel like the luckiest girl.

  “Starving.” I kid, as we move together until Chain is grunting, that vein in his forehead sticking out and I topple over into another blinding orgasm as he shoots me full of his incredibl
y effective seed.

  As we come down, he slips out of me, going over to the kitchen in the cabin he rented for us to have a night away, and starts making mimosas—my favorite. I don’t get much time to drink them, unfortunately—in the ten years since we’ve been together, I’ve had seven kids, so most of the time I’m pregnant or nursing.

  Chain is clearly working on baby number eight, but after this one, I think I’m done.

  He’s the best father. We have three boys and four girls, and they drive me bonkers, but he never seems to get wound up by the diapers and laundry and chaos.

  He reads to them every night, insists on taking them to school every morning, unless he’s away on club business—which is rare, because he practically gets panic attacks when he’s away from us.

  He hands me the champagne glass and kisses my head as I sit up in the big bed, my boobs and hips a few sizes bigger than ten years ago, but I feel sexier than ever.

  “Here you go, my princess.”

  “Thank you, my King.”

  He takes a sip, sits down next to me, and looks out the window. “You think the kids are okay? Maybe I should call...” He moves to set his glass on the nightstand and pick up his phone, but I set my hand on his arm.

  “We’ve only been gone four hours. We have your mom, Ranger, Ruby, Killian, Daisy, Buzz...the kids are surrounded. Relax. They will call if they need us. We’re only gone for one night.”

  He sighs. “Yeah, you’re right. I just worry.”

  “You are a mother hen.”

  He scratches his chest and empties his glass in one swallow, then coughs. “Fucking champagne. Stuff will kill ya. I’m drinking Jack from now on.”

  “Yeah, Mr. Big Talk. Two shots of Jack and you’ll be rattling the windows with your snoring while I have to play with myself...”

  He gives me a glare but nods. “Don’t tell. I need my rep.”

  “Uh huh.” I giggle, and he reaches over the cup my breast, making me take a long breath.

  “You know. That first moment I walked in that room and saw you on that mattress?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I knew I’d marry you. I knew we’d have this.”

  “What didn’t you know?”

  He shrugs. “I didn’t know we’d end up with a bank account sporting a couple commas, even when we give away nearly half of what we make.”

  “We are blessed.”

  He nods. My hard ass biker, looking a little misty.

  He looks back at me, reaching for his phone. “I’m gonna call. I want to talk to the kids...”

  I give up as he picks up his phone and dials, walking naked onto the porch, the spring sun shining around him as I listen to him talk to each of the kids, and I look up at the ceiling, remembering the first time I said to myself...

  Thank you.

  Because now I know what it is I’m thankful for.

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  Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day, she decided to start writing them down. Her ultra-obsessed, alpha heroes have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky, and worry about having too much muffin top. So, if you like your insta-love over the top, super-hot, with a little more plot and always a happily ever after, you’re in the right place.

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