Hurricane

by Laramie Briscoe

  He grips my hips, thrusting deeply, and on the withdraw he grazes my clit, causing shockwaves to flow through my body. Doing something I haven’t done in a long time, I reach down with one of my hands and rub the flesh, wanting to go with him whenever he does.

  “Yes, babe, work it for me. Come with me.”

  And when he withdraws completely, jerking his cock in his hand, spilling himself against my hand that’s pushing me to one of the quickest orgasms I’ve ever had, I know I’ve met my match and he’s met his.

  *

  We lie together later in the low light of the room, just enjoying each other’s company. Thanking our lucky stars that we were able to make it back to each other today.

  “You know what I’ve missed more than anything?” he questions, kissing me with his split lip.

  “What’s that?”

  “Our poems. Somehow they got lost in the shuffle.”

  I grin up at him, burying my head in his chest. “You got one for me?”

  He clears his throat, but it’s still raspy and gravely – exactly the way I like it.

  Your love, it fits me like a glove.

  Never thought I deserved it.

  Not until I took a hit.

  Now you’re a part of my life.

  One day Tatum Walker. I’ll make you my wife.

  There are tears in my eyes as he leans down, kissing me softly. “Not anytime soon because you’re young, but in the next few years.” He inhales deeply. “We’ll do it right.”

  Not wanting to be outdone, I recite my own poem.

  When you get down on your knee and ask the question you know will impress.

  My answer will without a doubt, be a resounding yes.

  He throws his head back, laughing loudly.

  “That was really good for you to come up with on the fly. Much better than rhyming lips with sips.”

  “Don’t make fun of me.” I grab hold of what little fat he has around his stomach, pulling tightly.

  “Ouch, stop pinching me!” He grumbles, good-naturedly as he puts his hand over top of mine. “I do have a question to ask you though.”

  “What’s that?”

  He rolls over on top of me, bringing our gaze level with one another. “Come to breakfast tomorrow with me and Harper?”

  “Oh my God, Remy, I’ve heard about breakfast with Harper.”

  He nods, acknowledging my shock. “It’s a big deal, and I want you there with me.”

  “Then there’s no place I’d rather be,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and snuggling in close.

  Returning my embrace, Remy deeply inhales and speaks softly as he nuzzles my hair. “I can agree that there’s no place I’d rather be, either.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  Tatum

  I hold tightly to Remy’s hand as he helps me off the back of his bike. Warmer temps today have helped the ice from yesterday melt, but my ankle is still a little tender as we slowly walk to Harper’s bakery. It’s early, and there aren’t many people in the downtown district.

  “You sure you feel up to being out today?” His voice is still deep with early morning timbre and scratchy from how we slept last night. I got to hear it in my ear this morning as I woke up – a little secret I’ll keep all to myself.

  “I feel fine.” I lean in, kissing him on the cheek. “After this I need you to drop me off at CRISIS, I’m helping Addie today.”

  “What you need to do is stay off your feet,” he complains. “Which is why you aren’t working with Cash.”

  “Yeah, but if Caelin helps him, someone needs to help Addie, and all we’re doing it cleaning out some old filing cabinets. I checked, and it’s all good, Rem. Calm down.” I giggle, feeling absolutely free with him as we go through the back door of the bakery.

  “It’s us, Harp,” he calls out loudly, dropping my hand when she comes out of the walk-in, holding a large tub. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave that until I get here, and I’ll take care of it.”

  She gives me a wink and an indulgent smile. “Those days you don’t show up are the days I’m waiting on you to do it.”

  “Smartass.” He leans in, giving her a hug after he sets the large tub on one of her prep tables.

  “The biscuits are already done. Rem, take her out there and y’all get settled, I’ll stick them on some plates.”

  It’s weird to be in the bakery before it opens, but it makes me feel special, because I know this time with Harper is special to Remy. He pulls out two chairs for me, helping me to prop my wrapped ankle up, and then grabs drinks for us all. When Harper comes from the back, the smell of the biscuits precedes her.

  “Oh my God, those smell amazing!”

  “Wait until you taste one.” Remy takes his jacket off, hanging it on his chair, and waits for Harper to sit before he does. I never really noticed his manners before, but he does have them in spades.

  My mouth is watering as I pick up the steaming hot food and take a bite. I can’t help it, I groan as the flavors hit my tongue, and I chew slowly, hoping to savor it all. “So I get to come here every morning right?”

  Harper laughs as Remy shoots me a glare. “She can’t get that much sausage from the butcher; this is a special occasion.” He shifts in his seat. “Not that I don’t love you, but I love these biscuits, too.”

  I laugh loudly along with Harper. “I’m just kidding, this is your time with Harper. I wouldn’t intrude on it without being invited. By the way, thank you for inviting me today.”

  “It’s my pleasure,” Harper says before taking a drink of her coffee. “What are you two doing today?”

  “Workin’ at the shop.” Remy talks around the huge bite he took, leaning his elbows on the table. Proving to me his manners are only to impress the women in his life when he wants to use them.

  “Helping Addie, Caelin’s helping your husband today.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Knowing those two? They’re gonna spend all day talking about cars, video games, and football. Cash is going to come home and be like I couldn’t get shit done today, when we all know he was fucking around.”

  “It’s true.” I nod in agreement with her. “Even though he’s the boss, he sometimes doesn’t set a good example.”

  “Perks of being your own boss.” Remy reaches over to grab the last bite of my biscuit, and I smack his hand away.

  “Don’t even think about it.”

  “Keep talking about my brother, and I’ll steal it,” he threatens. “Poor guy isn’t even here to defend himself.”

  Reaching in, I cram the last bite in my mouth. “Empty threat. Food’s gone.”

  Remy flips his phone over, checking the time. “Anyway, we gotta go. I can’t be late today, we have a full load.”

  We all bustle out of the bakery, and as we’re walking back to his bike, I lean up, grab his chin, and pull him into a heart-stopping kiss. Complete with tongue, groping, and a few moans from both of us, right there on the Square.

  “What was that for?” He chases my lips as I pull away, peppering kisses against the now-pouty surface.

  “For inviting me to a place that’s so special to you.”

  He leans back, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. “Ain’t nothin’ more special to me than you, Tate.”

  And right there, I melt into a puddle on the sidewalk.

  *

  “I can’t believe you got to have Harper sausage biscuits this morning,” Addie complains good-naturedly as we work on outdated files and shredding old paper work. “Dad’s gonna be so jealous when he hears, hell I’m jealous.” She stops, glaring at me. “I’ve never even had one.”

  “They’re amazing.” I groan, thinking about the fluffy dough and the spicy meat. “One of the top five breakfasts ever.”

  “Lucky bitch,” she mumbles under her breath.

  “I’m injured.” I gesture at my ankle. “Have a little sympathy.”

  “You are so full of shit,” she replies, but she leans over, hugging my neck. “I�
��m glad you’re okay, Tee, I was worried.”

  “Me too, but we’re good.”

  And we are, everything in life is good. It could have been bad, the worst day of my life, really. Instead, it gave me a greater understanding of Remy, and using that understanding, we’re moving forward and on. The doorbell to CRISIS rings, causing me to look up at the monitor used to see who’s coming and going at all times.

  Standing outside is a tall guy, a little older than us, probably around the same age as Remy. He’s holding a bag, and he’s wearing a leather jacket. I see a motorcycle parked behind him. Before I can say anything, Addie is up, out of her seat, and making for the door like the hounds of hell are nipping at her feet.

  Wishing like hell that there was sound to accompany the video, I watch as the guy offers her the bag, but she refuses. She crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head as he takes off his sunglasses and gestures to her. In the end, he sets the bag on the steps, leans in to give her a kiss on the cheek, turns around, and goes back to his bike. I can hear the roar inside as he takes off, and my eyes don’t leave the screen of the monitor as I notice she watches him until she probably can’t see him anymore.

  When Addie comes back in, she gives me a look.

  “Please Tee, don’t ask. It’s my story to tell, but right now I don’t have the words.”

  I nod, giving her a smile as I start shredding the papers again. “Got it, Addie. A story for another time, right?”

  She nods, speaking softly. “Another time, another place, possibly a whole other life.”

  The question of what she means is on the tip of my tongue when Meredith comes in, bringing us hot chocolate and a warm smile. As she settles in to help us, I know for sure that the story will have to be another day.

  But Addie can count on one thing – it’s a story I want to hear, from beginning to end.

  EPILOGUE

  Remy

  What a difference a few months makes. I can remember coming out into the main room of the club and seeing everyone coupled up, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. Now I’m sitting at the table, Tatum at my side.

  “Do you know why he’s called us all here today?” she whispers from where she sits, looking up at her dad who commands the table from the end.

  “No idea,” I answer, but I do. I have a feeling it’s time for him to hand the club over to Drew, and with it will come a whole new way of doing things, a whole new world, and the ushering in of a new first family.

  “Thank you everybody for coming.” Liam sends out a grin to the table.

  I lean back, throwing my arm over the back of Tatum’s chair, letting her get a clear view of her dad.

  “Some of you know what this is about, some of you don’t. I can assure you I didn’t keep it a secret to hurt anyone, but I did it for myself. Up until this morning, I wasn’t positive I could go through with it, but when I woke up next to my wife.” He pulls Denise in close. “With a sense of relief, I knew it was time.”

  There are murmurs around the table, and Tatum is gripping my hand, obviously worried about what’s going on with her parents.

  “With great honor, I’m turning over the Heaven Hill MC to my son, Drew.”

  There’s a palpable feeling of shock around the table, but at the same time there’s an excitement.

  “I’ll still be around, but I won’t be telling people what to do anymore.”

  The whole table laughs loudly. “What?” he questions. “Well I might tell you what to do, but unless you’re my kid, you don’t have to listen to me.”

  “And with Liam stepping down, I’m also stepping down,” Tyler announces from where he sits next to Meredith. “Dalton will be taking my place. I’m thrilled to see what these men who we’ve known since boys are capable of doing. And like Liam, I’ll be around. I have a vested interest in all of this, and I’ll be damned if I give my place up at the shop.”

  Everyone knows he loves working on cars, bikes, and anything else that can get his hands dirty.

  Beside me, Tatum is wiping tears from her eyes and getting up to hug her dad. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Didn’t quite know if I’d do it for sure,” he answers, hugging her tightly.

  He reaches out, shaking my hand in his. “Good to see you two together and happy.”

  Everyone makes a point of saying that after they all witnessed our blowout. I’m not sure we’ll ever live it down.

  “Dad, we’re happy. We’ve been happy since we had our fight. No other fights since then.”

  “None?” I give her a grin, tugging on a piece of hair that escaped her ponytail.

  “None of that matter,” she corrects, standing up on tiptoe to kiss me on the lips.

  “Just keep each other happy, that’s all any of us want.” Liam slaps me on the shoulder, hugs Tatum, and makes his way around the room.

  As we sit to the side, nursing drinks, Tatum grabs my side. “Did you see Addie just leave through the back door? Something is up with her, and I can’t figure out what it is.”

  “Not that either one of us have paid much attention lately,” I remind her. We’ve been spending more and more nights at my house.

  “I’ll have to make it a point to invite her for a girl’s night, find out all her deep, dark secrets.”

  A smile plays on my face. “I have a poem for you.”

  “I’m listening.”

  Drink all the wine.

  Get to feeling fine.

  All night, you’ll be mine.

  She giggles, looking up at me with shining eyes. “Best poem ever. I’ve never been anything but yours.”

  Wrapping my arms around her, I bury my face in her hair. Hurricane Tatum. She swept in, tore my life apart, and left a lot of debris in the wake, but in the end we’ve had the most amazing sunset and there’s way more on the horizon.

  I can’t wait to spend my life making memories and silly poems with her.

  And if someone had told me that as a kid, I’d bet my inhaler you were wrong. Today though, I don’t need that inhaler, and I don’t need all the baggage I’ve carried around with me for so long.

  All I need is my family, my bike, and the woman in my arms. Love is a fucking powerful drug, and I admit I’m an addict.

  All thanks to a girl by the name of Tatum Walker.

  THE END

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  PROLOGUE

  Whitney

  “Ryan, I’m tellin’ you, I need my hair pulled, I need a red handprint across my ass, I need someone paying attention to my nipples, a dick in my treasure cove. I need it all.”

  Drunk. I am drunk. Like way past the legal
limit – otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here spilling all of my secrets to my baby brother’s best friend. The baby brother that had been totally unplanned by my parents. Ten years my junior, baby brother. He and Ryan are the same age; twenty-five to my thirty-five. Makes me feel so much older, just thinking about it. Not only by age, but by life experience too. And dear Lord, I think I sound like Julia Sugarbaker. I’m three sheets to the wind, and nobody stopped me.

  I see him try to suppress a grin as he brings his bottle of beer up to his lips, taking a nice long pull off of it. I am mesmerized by the way his throat muscles move when he swallows, pushing the liquid down his throat. No denying he’s a man. The palm of his hand completely covers the label on the bottle, the one drink he takes, almost drains half the bottle. For a second he focuses on my face, squinting as he watches me. “How many of those have you had to drink?” He points the neck of his bottle to the wine glass in my hand.

  His voice is as smooth as the wine I swirl in my glass. I tilt my head to the side, realizing that the whole room tilts too. Counting back, I try to think how many I had before he took the seat next to mine, and I can’t remember. “Five or six?” I ask him, like he should know.

  “You think maybe it’s time you quit for the night?” He gently tries to take what I have left away from me.

  His fingers are soft as they try to pry my fingers from around the stem, but I resist his attempts, and pull it closer to my body. I’m like a two-year-old with her blankie. This glass of wine is my security and nobody’s taking it away from me.

  “Quit?” I ask, and run my tongue over my dry lips, trying to make them so that they can speak easier. “Quitting is not something I do. That’s what my ex-husband did. My mama did. That’s what my former boss did,” I shake my head, and try to stand up on four-inch stilettos. He reaches out and grabs my elbow, steadying me, being a rock when I haven’t had one in a very long time. “Whitney Trumbolt is not a fuckin’ quitter.”