by M. Merin
“Action-packed year for you then! Wedding and twins.” I smiled back at her.
“I’ll tell you the rest of it another time.” Her smile has faded away, but Betsy’s arrival makes it less awkward.
I can see what everyone means about Betsy. She may dress about how I expected a Girlie to dress, but she comes across a little shy until she starts talking about the budget, upcoming needs for things around the clubhouse, and one of the probies initiation party in a few days. She really knows her stuff. I just sit back and listen, until Emma gets up when one of her twins start crying.
“I saw you at Rusty’s a time or two,” Betsy turns to me, seemingly nervous without Emma in the room. “I, ah, well, the guys, some of them were talking that you’re with Flint?”
“Yeah, I think we finally agreed on that point.” I smile back at her.
“He actually had me order a Property cut a little while back, I hadn’t heard a thing about him being involved with anyone, but I forced Russian to tell me.” She winks at me. “I’m really happy for you.”
“Oh, he did, did he?” I raise an eyebrow in her direction.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…”
“No. I won’t say a word; just not used to…well, MC stuff.” I assure her. “So this initiation thing your planning, what is that…” I trail off when I see the look of panic across her face.
“Um, it’s Royce’s, and he’s well, he can get a bit carried away.” She looks like she trying to explain a kegger to her grandmother. Actually, orgy might be a better term; but she’s saved from further stuttering when Flint and Jasper walk into the house together.
Flint quickly crosses to me but his phone rings before he can kiss me. With just a pause in his step, he does lay one on me, then picks it up. Behind him, I can see Betsy’s face and she looks like she’s watching the kiss at the end of her favorite Disney movie.
Flint
“There’s someone I think you should meet.” Sheriff Michaels immediately says. “Where can we meet?”
“You know where Gunner’s workshop is?” I reply after considering options.
“Be there in ten.” Click.
I hold up my finger when Jasper and Emma start to question me, wanting to dial Gunner first.
“Yeah, Boss?” He answers.
“Sheriff wants to meet me, I told him your workshop. Meet us there?” Gunner grunts and hangs up.
“Jasper, you stay here with them.” He nods but I can see Bree start to open her mouth. I lean back down, cupping her face as I kiss her. “Shouldn’t be too long, Doll. I got Russian covering for you at Rusty’s, was hoping I can take you out to dinner tonight?”
“Where you’ll tell me what’s going on?” She smirks back at me; knowing I was trying to distract her. I nod but only cause she’s got me by the balls. I’m pretty sure she knows that too.
*
Ten minutes later, I watch Michaels’ truck pull up the drive towards the barn that Gunner converted for his workshop. As he pulls alongside me, a kid is looking at me bug-eyed from the back seat.
“You ever see him before?” Michaels starts by way of greeting.
“Do I look like I hang out with junior high kids?” I smirk back at him.
“Claims he’s eighteen.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Kinda getting tired about how many people think I’m the village idiot.”
“Don’t worry, that title’s reserved for Kennelly,” I assure him.
“So the kid and his two buddies, one actually is eighteen and the other is in his early twenties, and they all got picked up last night. Kennelly was going to release them but I pulled this one out for a chat. He flinched at your name, but I don’t think he’s the one killing small animals; the older one was getting twitchy, I’d say he was coming down from something. Had that look about him, anyway.” Michaels explains. “This one though, I think we can get it all out of him…”
“No ‘we’, Sheriff,” I state. “How about you just let me slide in there with him and I’ll get a statement from him?”
“He’s a kid, Flint. Probably just following the other two, don’t want him mixed up in this if he doesn’t need to be.” Michaels’ lets out a breath before tensing up at Gunner’s arrival. “Stay where you are Gunner, we’re just having a chat.”
I nod to Gunner to back that up, Michaels doesn’t care for the big guy much.
Without another word, I slide into the seat next to the kid.
“What are you doing? What do you want?” He immediately sputters out but I just sit and watch him.
“I didn’t do nothing.” He mutters next.
“Was the lawyer’s office your idea?” I ask quietly, and his eyes brighten for a second before he looks away. “Michaels don’t think much of the other two guys you were with, so that makes me wonder who thought of getting the list of my businesses. A man who thinks that way could be useful around here.”
And there it is, this kid is young and probably been bounced around a lot but he’s not dumb. And I just gave him the only hope he’s had in a long while.
“I didn’t have any place left to go; they wanted revenge for their family. I mean their uncles, Spiders. I just tagged along up here.” He finally says, trying to make eye contact. “One of them worked at the pizza place you bought back home, saw your name on something so they decided to come and fuck with you.”
“So the lawyer’s office we’ve established. Best tell me what else you did.”
“The rocks and some graffiti.” He looks disgusted. “That thing with the rabbits, I swear to God it wasn’t me. Fucking sick shit.”
“My Ol’ Lady didn’t deserve any of that. You’ll make it up to her, you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.” He pauses. “Um, what do you mean?”
“Were you a probie down there?” I ask.
“Nah, they let me hang around and run some errands but no one would bring me in. I washed dishes in a couple places around town. That’s how I knew Scott. He’s still in jail.” He saws looking towards the Sheriff.
“You’ll give a statement to the Sheriff; the other two will have charges pressed against them. I find out you lied to me and I’ll cut your tongue out. Otherwise, once my Ol’ Lady forgives you; you can go through probation with us. Gunner’ll get you a ride to the clubhouse, you may need to share a room with another probie but you’ll get 3 squares a day.” That does it for me, so I slide out.
“I’ll press charges against the other two for damages done to my businesses, you get them on that animal shit. Ain’t got a problem with him.” I tell Michaels.
“You’ll press charges?” Michaels doesn’t look convinced. “You fucking with me?”
“Nope. You mind releasing that kid to me after you get his statement? I’ll get him a place to stay.”
“I fucking hate this shit.” Michaels snarls.
“Yeah, but what’d happen to him otherwise? We’ll take him in.”
“Flint’s Home for Wayward Boys?” His laugh holds no humor. “I swear to you, anything happens to him or I pick him up for anything else, even a speeding ticket, and I will take your ass down; you hear me?”
I nod and he turns back to his truck.
“Sheriff? You want to keep that shiny star of yours, don’t ever FUCKING threaten me again.” He keeps walking, giving me a glare before he takes off.
Chapter 18
Bree
I’m in the twins room, rocking Christopher to sleep when I look up to see Flint watching me from the doorway.
“Jasper’s pissed at me,” He whispers and I raise my eyebrow in question.“Told him it’s safe for you to come home.”
“Home?”
“Be my Ol’ Lady? Be my wife?” His eyes don’t blink as he walks towards me and kneels beside the chair. “Come to my house? It’s been a long time since it’s felt like a home; until you were staying there anyway.”
My eyes have misted up and I’m so overwhelmed I simply drop my forehead down to the baby’s for a moment. Take a dee
p breath, of his calming ‘baby smell’ before I finally look back to Flint.
“Yes.” I sigh and his lips crash onto mine. I pull back to put Christopher down and go to thank Emma and Jasper; not getting away until I promise them to come a couple days a week to help with the twins.
We never do make it out on our date.
Sweeping me off the back of his bike, Flint carries me into his house.
“What happened with…” I start.
“Later.” He keeps walking to his room. “I need you tonight. Tomorrow I’ll tell you everything.”
Stripping down quickly, I eagerly reach for him but Flint’s in no mood to be rushed. He focuses on me, well, more precisely, my pussy for the rest of the night.
Through multiple orgasms, I’ve lost all track of time and finally lay exhausted before he kneels before my spread thighs. Then Flint, showing patience that only comes with age, thrusts his cock into me. Ignoring my pleading, he holds himself above me; thrusting in before slowly pulling himself out of my wet, longing, tunnel.
I squeeze him tightly each time he pauses inside of me, getting a groan each time until all of his grunts form one long yell and I feel him empty himself inside of me.
“I love you,” He whispers.
I nod, completely spent; moments later I feel him wiping me before he curls around me.
“I love you, too,” I reply before sleep overtakes me.
*
“You know I had to ride to Idaho Falls to find this coffee?” Flint says when I make it out to the kitchen the next morning.
“So worth it.” I moan after my first sip. “You could buy it online.” That earns me a grouchy grunt.
“You owe me a story.” I remind him after I’ve let Ragnar in from the backyard.
An hour and two cups later, I’m still trying to convince Flint to let the boy come live with us. He’s adamant that the kid should stay at the clubhouse though.
“Ok, but I have another idea.” I start, wondering if I should start with Emma before I continue. “Let’s assume this kid didn’t finish high school?”
Flint nods.
“And would it be wrong to think some of the others haven’t either? I mean, even the Girlies?”
Another nod.
“I’ll talk to Emma, but if she agrees, what do you think about her working with this kid and whoever else to get their GEDs?” Flint starts to open his mouth, but quickly closes it.
“Emma said that in a month or so, she’d love to have something to get her out of the house a couple times a week, and I can go and stay with the twins. It’s kind of a win-win for us? If she agrees?” I quickly finish, my outlining my plan.
“I made Jas finish high school, but I never worried about it with anyone else.” He nods. “Talk to her, when she’s on board, work out space in the clubhouse with Betsy. Hell, Betsy might even sign up.”
I smile before walking back to the kitchen. Flint comes up behind me, boxing me into the counter.
“Thank you.” He murmurs in my ear. “Thank you for thinking of my Brothers.”
Feeling his wood press into my ass, I push my rear harder against him. “I know how you can thank me…” I sass back just as the doorbell rings.
He drops his head into my neck and growls.
Flint growls again when he realizes it’s the Sheriff.
“Bree, Flint. I’d like to introduce you to Joe Madda; he’s officially been released into your custody.” Michaels immediately walks back to his cruiser, leaving an awkward teenager on the doorstep.
“Um, I’m sorry. For what we did to you.” He starts and I can hear Flint in the background, calling someone to come pick him up.
Connal comes to get him and I immediately read him the riot act about what this boy is allowed to participate in. Connal patiently listens to me, and then looks to Flint.
“Make sure he has condoms, explain the importance of that shit to him. Or better yet, have Gunner do it.” My jaw drops and Joe has turned bright red at Flint’s statement. “Kid, I’ll be by to talk to you tomorrow and don’t think you’re off the hook about tormenting Bree and Ragnar. Got me?”
When they leave, Flint walks back to his bedroom. Allowing me to lecture him the rest of the day, in between bouts of sex.
That night we go on our date. After a steak dinner and a bottle of wine, we end up at the clubhouse. It’s my first time there and while Betsy warmly greets me; the other women look over or through me, the men I mostly know from Rusty’s.
We’re barely to the bar before Flint hollers for silence.
“This is Bree Lynch, she’s my Ol’ Lady now.” He says after getting everyone’s attention. Noise explodes all over the room, and when Betsy is able to push back through the crowd to us, she hands a bag off to Flint.
He quickly pulls out the Property cut he had made for me.
“Wear this, Bree?” He asks, waiting for my nod before he helps me into it.
The night flies by, but it’s the time spent in bed that night that is what I remember most. After loving each other, he holds me and we start planning our future. Together. And while I never thought I would have it in me to love another man, I believe in my heart that Alex would never have wanted me to be alone again. I say a silent prayer for him as I drift off to sleep, once again excited about my future.
Epilogue
Christmas Day, 2017
Gunner
Sitting back after a huge meal with my Brothers, their families, and the Girlies; I hold my Godson, Christopher, in one arm and look over to his father. Jasper made good on his offer of me becoming a Godfather, so I make the effort to hold the kid from time to time. Maybe I’ll work up to holding Ruth once they get a little bigger.
Jasper is fussing over his daughter and Emma is laughing at something Bree has said. I’m sitting next to Jake as he’s the only one I’m fit company for anymore. No need to talk around him, no need to pretend to listen. From the corner of my eye, I see Deb making her way over to me again and my temper flares up.
I made a promise to someone, and even without that; no way I’d touch Deb after the rumor she tried starting about us. I hate fucking liars.
“Can I have a turn?” Bree asks from behind me. Her presence seems to halts Deb, sparing any further scene.
“Yeah, Pretty Lady,” I say, ready to pass the boy off before he pisses himself. I kiss her on the cheek and slap Jake on the back. “Merry Christmas.”
I head to the doors, seeing Betsy on Vice’s lap in the corner; I shake my head. Not my business, but that’s time wasted in my opinion.
Walking out into the cold night air, I get in my truck and reach in the console for the treat I’ve been saving for three days. A small box had been delivered here a couple days ago. Inside was a finely wrapped gift; no note, but I’m sure of the sender.
Finally opening it, my throat tightens. It’s a silver lighter with the Grizzlies’ logo cut into the flat sides and a capital ‘R’ carved under the striker. I hold it tightly in my hand before slipping it into my pocket and grabbing my cell.
I send a quick text:
Soon, Riley. Soon.
The End, For Now…
Already out: Jasper: Northern Grizzlies (Book 1)
Gunner: Northern Grizzlies (Book 3)
Coming soon: Charlie: Northern Grizzlies (Book 4)
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