by Lila Rose
“Awesome, kiddo. Let’s eat.”
Tex sat at the table, and I walked to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. Leaning in, I asked, “You okay with it?”
“Totally, Low.”
“Cool, little dude.” I smiled and kissed his cheek, which he quickly wiped off. Before I went in search for Trey, I made myself a coffee.
He’d told them already. Trey really wasn’t stuffing around any longer. I was tagged, bagged and claimed in the whole sense.
Walking into his room, I heard the shower in the en suite going. My clit pulsed and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of my man naked. Butterflies circled in my lower belly with a swoosh feeling. Slowly and quietly, I opened the door and spotted him through the glass straight away. His head was down, eyes closed. One hand and elbow rested against the tiled wall, his other hand wrapped around his erection as water beaded down his back.
It was obvious he hadn’t heard me enter, because he kept sliding his hand up and down his cock. What helped drown out my approach was the sound of the fan drawing out the condensationâyippeeâswirled above his head. I decided to take a seat on the closed toilet seat and enjoy the show. I licked my dry lips before bringing my mug to them and took a slip of my coffee.
Live porn. Exactly what a woman liked to see.
A grunted moan fell from his mouth. I zig-zagged my legs together. I wanted what was in his hand inside of me. I was wet and needy.
“Fuck,” he murmured before opening his lids. He must have seen me out the corner of his eyes because his head whipped around so fast he stumbled back. “Willow,” he said softly, his gaze heating and taking on a possessive look.
Smiling, I said, “Just enjoying the morning show.” I shrugged, like it was every day I went into a bathroom and found a man wanking. “You should really lock your door. You never know what perverts could walk in.” He seemed surprised by the laugh that came from him. I gestured with my hand to his junk and said, “Continue, please.” Then I took a sip of coffee.
“Woman, are you serious?”
“Heck yes. I’m so wet and hot right now I could come just from watching you.”
“Don’t.”
“What?” I asked confused.
“Don’t come. That’s my fuckin’ job.”
I raised my brows. “I could say the same to you.”
“Fine.” He squinted at me. “I’ll finish for your pleasure, of course.”
I giggled. “Of course.”
“But tonight, it’ll be my pleasure while I watch you make yourself come.”
My breath caught in my throat. My ears rang as all the blood rushed to my face. “Um, okay?”
He chuckled, but soon sobered as he stepped closer in the spacious shower and took his cock in hand again, stroking up, down, up and down, again and again. God, it was mesmerising, hypnotising. He groaned through clenched teeth, “Love your fuckin’ hungry eyes on me.”
“Love seeing you handle yourself. Biggest turn-on so far.”
“I’m sure I can change that when we play again.” He smirked.
No words came to me as I watched his hand, his hooded eyes, the straining in his neck and arms as he pleasured himself. My breath became laboured. I wanted to rip my clothes off and join him, drop to my knees and finish him off. I licked my lips just thinking of the taste of him.
“Jesus, little bird.” He sighed right before his cum shot out of the tip and onto the tiled floor. Still, I kept watching until the last drop, mixed with water, landed. His chest heaved up and down and still I kept watching, frozen in place as he cleaned himself up, turned off the shower and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. In his next move, his hand was tugging me by my wrist and I was up in front of him.
“Watch my coffee,” I complained. Precious coffee could not be spilt.
He chuckled and took my mug from my hand. I glared up at him when he placed it on the basin. He ignored it and as soon as his mouth hit mine, I forgot I even had a coffee.
From the moment I’d stepped in on Trey wet in the shower, manhandling his cock, I’d forgotten pretty much anything of consequence.
I gasped and pushed him back. I didn’t get far, though, as his arms were tight around my waist. “The kids.”
“What about them?”
“How could I forget? I’ve been in here for a long time, and they’re probably wondering what we’re doing. Oh, snap. Tex is at the age he would know what we were doing.” My flushed face hit his damp chest. “I’m terrible.”
“Low, it ain’t like we fucked.”
Smacking his chest, I looked up at him scowling. “That’s not the point. We can’t do this when the kids are in the house.” I nodded to myself. “It’s decided. We can’t be alone with each other when the kids are around.”
“Like fuck.” He actually shook me by his hands on my shoulders. His face took on a look as if I’d just told him I was a man. “Woman, they know we’re dating, and they’re old enough to understand what comes with dating. I won’t fuckin’ be keeping our PDA in private, and we’ll be doing stuff, lotsa stuff, behind closed doors. That shit won’t slide by me. I want every fucker to know you’re my woman.”
“Butâ”
“No, buts, no ifs, no nothing.” He turned me, slapped my arse and added, “Now get outta here before I do fuck you.”
“Trey,” I snapped, but then I was gone because I knew he was serious.
The morning turned hectic. After I walked back into the kitchen, I waited for the sly or disappointed looks from the kids. I got nothing. It was as though they didn’t take notice I’d disappeared. Thank God. The only sly look and wink I got was from Dive, which was understandable because he was a horndog.
Dive went off to work on his Harley, while Trey and I drove the kids to school. It was the sweetest moment of my life. Especially when we dropped Rommy off first and she leaned over to kiss her uncle on the cheek, but then she turned to me and kissed me, as well. I melted and, in fact, got teary. Still shocked after she jumped out of the car, I was half-turned to the back, so I didn’t miss the soft look on Tex’s face. He saw what that meant to me, and he liked that it meant something to me.
“Right,” I said and flipped back around to the front. “Off to high school now to fill your brain with important stuff.” Trey shook his head, but moved the car off.
The trip wasn’t far from Rommy’s school. On the way, though, I listened to Trey and his nephew bond over mundane thingsâsports, bikes, work and school. When we stopped, Tex gave a chin lift and fist touch to his uncle, while I got a hand on the shoulder and a tight squeeze.
Again, I found myself teary.
Before we took off again, Trey chuckled and said, “You’re a nut.”
I didn’t say anything. He could have called me anything he wanted at the moment, because nothing could have burst my bubble of the high, loveable emotions I was feeling for those two kids.
When we pulled up out the front of the compound, the garage that joined next to it was already bustling with customers and brothers working. However, I turned to Trey and said, “I think, while we’re still new, that I should keep staying at Dive’s. Christmas is coming up soon, and I’m sure the kids would love their first Christmas with just their uncle. And besides, what happens if things don’t go as planned and we end up breaking up? It won’t be good for the kids. Not that I would ever forget them. I do hope if anything did happen that you would still let me see them. They’re great, amazing kids. Still, umâ” Snap. He was glaring at me. “I think it would be best to, ah, stay at Dive’s and just date for a while. We could go to the pub or movies. I meanâ”
“Shut it,” Trey snapped in a low voice through clenched teeth. Yes, he was pissed. “You move in tonight. You don’t talk about breaking up because we ain’t fuckin’ dating. You’re my old lady. I’m your old man, and that’s it. I don’t do movies, but if I have to, I won’t see any romance shit. We can go to a pub, but it won’t be a dat
e. It’ll be me with my old lady going out and enjoyin’ each other.”
Sounds a lot like dating to me.
“But when it’s fuckin’ over, we’ll go home, to our fuckin’ house, where the kids will be, and after I pay the sitter, I’ll be takin’ my old lady to our fuckin’ bed and fuckin’ her hard. And then, come fuckin’ Christmas, we’ll wake up together and enjoy fuckin’ Christmas morning together with the kids.” There were a lot of fucks in there, which told me he was more than pissedâhe was furious. He went on, “Then you’ll cook for us while I put shit I hate together for the kids.” He stopped, glared and snarled, “We clear?”
Even though my heart warmed when he stated he wanted to share that with me, because it was a big something, annoyance sat in my chest. He expected me to agree with everything he said, as if I had no say.
Instead, with a shrug, I said, “We’ll see.”
“Willow,” he warned, his tone hard and scary. But the fact was he didn’t scare me. He never once frightened me, even when he told me he’d killed people. I knew I was safe with him. I knew he had my heart in his hand, and I knew, gruffness and all, that I loved him with everything I had.
Because of this, I felt content to be myself. And when I was myself, I’d become annoyed when he bossed me around and stated how he wanted things without taking anything I said into account.
So, I smiled, gave him a quick kiss and opened the passenger door, saying, “Got to get to work. Have a good day, babe.”
“Little bird,” he bit out low, dipped in displeasure. Only, I closed the door and skipped off into the office.
Thankfully, I knew he had a busy morning scheduled, so I didn’t need to worry about him coming in to continue our conversation. I wasn’t in the mood for it.
Despite my irritation, my smile played easily on my lips.
Because I loved that man, my old man, so much.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dodge
Her arse is mine. I swear to fuckin’ Christ, my hand is burning to take her arse in my hand and teach her a lesson.
All day, I knew she was up to something. All goddamn day, she was as sweet as pie. She didn’t shy away when I wanted to kiss her or claim her with my arm around any part of her body in front of the brothers. Next step would be to get her a club vest, stating she was my property, so every outsider knew I’d claimed the woman. My brothers knew. They’d spread the word immediately and knocked the flirty attitude off towards Willow, cementing their respect for me. Instead, they treated her like the old lady she was.
They talked to her with high regard instead of with playfulness. Hell, even when some still attempted to flirt, my woman sliced it down real quick, which turned me the fuck on.
When my day came to an end and I had to collect the kids, I went into the office to see Low buried in paperwork. I didn’t give a fuck, though. I said, “Gotta get the kids. Get your purse and let’s go.”
She looked up with a glare. “I can’t. I have so much to finish.”
“Low, when I go, you go.”
“Trey, when I say I’m staying, I’m staying.”
“Little bird.” I sighed.
“No, babe, please don’t order me around again.” She pouted. “This is my work. I love my work. I enjoy doing it because not only does it help the club out, but it helps the family you have going on. I will not have you come in here and tell meâ”
“Okay,” I said with a smile.
Her head jerked back. “Okay?” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby. You wanna stay and finish, stay. I’ll see you at home later. I’ll cook. What time do you think you’ll finish?”
“Um, I can’t have dinner.” She looked away quickly. That was when I knew she was up to something.
“Willow?”
“I promised Josie I’d have dinner and a few drinks at her place tonight. She’ll be here later to pick me up.”
Wanting to see what her play was, because I knew I’d bloody enjoy her punishment, I sighed and ran a hand over my face. “Okay, little bird. One of the boys will give you a lift back home to me. I’ll see you when you get there.”
“Um, okay, babe.”
Fuck me.
She said she was a great actress and I believed her when she turned on the waterworks, but right then, she was losing her role.
Smirking, I bent, gave her a kiss she’d remember and walked out to the car to go get the kids.
After I’d collected them and we were home, and before they ran off to do their homework, I sat them down to have a chat.
“Wanna ask you two somethin’,” I started as we all sat at the kitchen table.
“What’s up, Uncle Trey?” Tex asked. Fuckin’ proud the kid was now outta his shell and showing me the awesome person he was. He took care of his sister, was smart and skilful in sports, and with a wrench. Loved having him and his sister in the house. Loved hanging with them and talking with them. Life without them would be dull as fuck.
“I need to know your thoughts of havin’ Low living under our roof.”
“She can sleep in my room,” Rommy piped up.
Jesus. I walked right into that one.
“Rom.” Tex laughed. “She’d be sleeping in Uncle Trey’s room because she’s his woman.”
“Oh.” She frowned, then smiled. “No matter where she sleeps, Low is awesome and it’d be so cool to have another girl in the house. We can paint each other’s nails, and oh, oh, oh, she can do my hair in the morning because”âshe sighedâ“I’m sorry, Uncle Trey, but you don’t do a good job.”
That was when I burst out laughing. I ruffled Rommy’s hair and said, “That’s fine by me, darlin’.” Turning to Tex, I asked, “You okay with it?”
“Yeah.” He smiled. “Like Rommy said, she’s cool.”
“All right then.” I grinned. “Homework time.” They both groaned but went to get their books. They knew they had to get that shit outta the way before they could relax. At least they got to do it while listening to music and eating a snack.
It was while they were doing their homework that I went into my room and called Pick. “Yo,” he answered.
“Brother, my woman at your place?”
“No, why?” His voice held an edge.
“Don’t stress, she’s just fuckin’ with me. I bet she’ll be hiding at Dive’s.”
He started laughing. “Let me guess, you told her how you wanted it.”
“Uh, fuck yeah.”
“Brother.” He sighed. “Did you think of asking her?”
“What for? She’s my woman now.”
“Shit. How long has it been since you last had a woman? And I ain’t talkin’ about some random chick you screwed.”
“Dunno, ‘bout twelve years.”
“Brother, advice. She’ll have her back up. Even though she probably liked you wanting her in your house, she’ll hate that you ordered her to do it. Especially with the ‘tude your woman has.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. Now you got me.”
“She said she’d come here tonight. If she doesn’t, then I know how her game was played.”
“Prepare. But I reckon the gameâs already playin’ if she told you she was comin’ here tonight.”
“Figured as much. She was sweet all day.”
Pick burst out laughing before he hung up.
I’d give her time, see if she came to me. If she didn’t, her arse was mine. Even though I knew I fucked up the situation, goddamn, she was my woman. I wanted her under my roof, not a brother’s roof where he’d get to see her all the time. I knew it hadn’t been long between us, but hell, I knew she was the one, and I’d fight with everything I had to prove it to her.
First, though, before I got the kids’ dinner, I had to make another call.
The phone rang twice before Talon answered, “Talk.”
“You alone?” I asked.
“No, got Blue, Griz, Killer and Stoke in the room.”
Christ. It just ha
d to be all those taken fuckers.
Sighing, I said, “Put me on speaker.”
“You’re on,” Talon said.
“I’m a pussy,” I stated, and laughter rang out over the phone. Fuck me. “Proud to be a brother whose balls are around the neck of his woman.”
I swore, bloody swore, I’d never get hooked, and one night while I was drunk and swearing it, I happened to make a bet with my brothers that if such a thing happened, I had to call them with those words exactly.
“Welcome to the crew, brother.” Talon snorted.
“Good luck, brother,” Killer added.
“Yeah, you’re gonna need it.” Griz chuckled.
“Especially from what we hear about Low. By the way, thanks for the money. Pick had us in on the bet. I was the closest to guessing when youâd claim your woman,” Blue commented. My brothers laughed.
Jesus Christ. Iâd fuckinâ forgotten about that damned bet.
“Looking forward to meeting her, Dodge,” Stoke said. “My woman and I are gonna be your way soon to check in with Nary.”
“Sounds good, brother.” I grinned like a fuckin’ fool. “And the lot of ya can get fucked,” I added. Just before I hung up, the room up-roared in laughter again.
It was after we ate, after the kids had long gone to bed, that I stood in my living room with only the lamp in the corner shining. She hadn’t come, and she wasn’t answering her phone. It was time to play.
Putting my phone to my ear, I waited. “Prez,” Dive answered with a smile in his voice. “Took you long enough to call me. What do you want me to do?”
“Bring her to me,” I barked.
He chuckled. “This is gonna be fun to see.”
Willow
I was lying in bed when my door was thrown open. I screamed, threw the covers back, and was on my feet in the next moment on the bed. I expected it to be an angry Trey, but it wasn’t. However, in the doorway, stood a grinning Dive.
“Dive?” I questioned.
“Nope, nothing you say can charm me into listening to you.” How was his smile bigger as he stalked his way towards the bed?
