The President's Wife: Prequel (Snakes Henchmen MC)

by Alivia Grayson

  He takes my glass from my hand and places my drink next to his. I’m sweating in fear; I don’t know what the hell is about to happen. I don’t want him to tell me we can no longer be friends.

  What will that mean, exactly?

  I won’t be able to work the bar?

  I won’t be able to see Tate anymore?

  Just the thought of not being able to see Tate has my nose burning with emotion. I love that boy; I can’t lose him.

  Shepard grabs my upper arms, pulls me against him, and kisses me!

  I’m so shocked for a moment that I’m standing here like a dumb idiot!

  I shake myself out of shock, moan a little, and open my mouth to let him in. Yeah, I could push him away, but like I’m going to do that! I’ve always wanted to be with a strong man, a man who put his family first. A man who when he holds me, makes me feel so safe. A loyal man who would both kill and die for me, for his family.

  I slide my hand up his big chest and over his cut, his hands cup my face, pulling me closer.

  We kiss so wild and passionate that I have to mentally slap myself to remind myself that the kids are inside the house. I think it’s the fact they’re laughing from the doorway that finally has me pulling away.

  “You owe me ten bucks, Will. Told you they’d be sucking face.” I laugh and rest my forehead against Shepard’s chest. Embarrassed that the kids have seen us like this.

  “Fine, but let’s go inside so they can “suck face” some more.”

  “God,” I groan as soon as the screen door slams. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

  Shepard tilts my chin up with his fingertips. Our eyes lock, green on blue. He strokes my face, and I smile while leaning into his touch. “Its time, Lynette.”

  “For what?” I’m confused. If he didn’t want us to be friends anymore, there’s no way he’d be kissing and touching me like this.

  “To stop pretending that we’re just friends.”

  “We’re not friends?”

  “Baby,” He laughs. “We’re more than friends. This,” he presses my palm against his chest, I can feel his heart beating fast. “This belongs to you.” My eyes widen. Tears clog my throat. Is he telling me that he loves me? It can’t be.

  “I meant what I said when I told you it should’ve been you.” His thumb strokes my cheek softly, and I’m melting. “If you weren’t sixteen and with that loser, I know we would have found our way to each other, in the end. It would have been you that I would’ve been sharing my life with all these years.”

  I swallow hard. I’m nervous, and what he’s saying to me is hard to believe. “But you were with Celia. You had a three-year-old together.”

  “And I would have stayed in his life. Hell, I would have taken him with me.” This is crazy. If he thinks like this, then he wouldn’t have had Nova, and that’s not something even I want to think about. “Neither of us can ever regret what happened in the past; we got Will, Tate, and Nova from it. However, that’s not to say we have to go one more day without each other.”

  “But I have a date tonight,” What the fuck did I say that for? The fire in his eyes is like hell itself. “I mean... Erm, Chuck asked me out, and I said I’d go.”

  Chuck is a guy I work with during the day at the hardware store in town. Yeah, I work three jobs. The restaurant only employs me at the weekend now, and I have to make money for my daughter. Shepard owns this house, he doesn’t charge me rent, and I’ve always felt uncomfortable about that. Shepard told me he’d rather have me live here where Willow is safe, where he can keep an eye on us than have us try and find somewhere else. There are still bills to pay, a little girl who needs new clothes, and food on the table. It’s a struggle, but I manage.

  Chuck had been badgering me for months to go on a date with him. I finally said yes, when I shouldn’t have because I knew in my heart Shepard would never allow me to go. Chuck is what Shepard would call, “A fuckwad.”

  “Well, you best tell Chuck that my woman is unavailable from this day forward.”

  “Your woman?” I must be asleep. This is a dream, and I’ll wake up in my bed at any moment, and I’ll be aching for his touch, wanting him, and realizing it will never come true.

  “Tell me right now that you feel nothing for me, Lynette. Tell me, and I’ll walk away and let you go on your little date with Chuck.”

  “I can’t tell you that I feel nothing for you,” I swallow back my emotions.

  I’m a strong woman, and I go after what I want, hold on tight when it is eventually mine. However, this is different. I’ve never shown what I felt for Shepard in the past because he was my friend’s old man, they had children together. Then when she left, he needed support and help. He didn’t need me coming on to him, left, right, and center.

  I take his big hands in mine, bring them to my lips and kiss his big knuckles hard. “Don’t you know why I let you dictate to me about whom I date? Don’t you know why I come running whenever you need me?”

  He smiles cheekily, which only serves to tell me he knows exactly why. “It’s because you are everything to me. Whether you feel the same about me remains to be seen. I’m not a shy person. When the chance arises for me to get stuff off my chest, I will.”

  “How do you feel about me, baby?”

  I smile and tell him, “I’m in love with you, and that’s the truth.”

  “Yeah?” I nod while biting my lower lip to hide the smile on my face.

  He leans into me, his lips a hair’s breadth away from mine. I can smell his aftershave. I can smell the sweat on his skin in the Tennessee heat, and my head is spinning with it. “I’m in love with you, too,”

  Think. I. Might. Pass. Out!

  Chapter Three

  Shepard

  I’m gonna drop the kids off to my mom; then I’ll be back. I want you ready for me.”

  “God,” She groans while tightening her arms around my back.

  I wrapped her up in my arms after we confessed our love for each other. All these years I’ve loved her, all these months I’ve longed for her, and it was this fucking easy to tell her how I felt. If I’d known, I would’ve done it months ago.

  I drop Tate and Willow off with my mother. She has Willow now and again when Lynette works late nights. Mom was only too happy to take her tonight. My mom loves that little girl, Willow calls her grandma, and Mom always tells people she has three grandchildren, Tate, Nova, and Willow. It makes that little girl happy, and Lynette, if I’m honest.

  Mom is going to love that Lynette and I are finally together, and we are, and I’m never letting her go.

  I take my dad to one side and tell him why I need to leave the kids with him and Mom tonight. Not that I want to fuck Lynette like she's never been fucked before, but that I love her, that she’s my old lady now, and even the fact I want to make her my wife.

  True as the day is long.

  I may have asked Celia to be my wife, but I drew it out because I couldn’t see her as my wife. Lynette? She was born to be my wife, and she will be, very soon.

  In true Apollo style, he slaps me on the back, hands me a beer, and tells me, “‘Bout fuckin’ time, boy. She’s a good woman; she’ll make you a good wife.”

  “I know,” I’ve wasted far too much time where Lynette is concerned. No more.

  “She’s been faithful to you all this time. You weren’t even hers, and she stayed faithful. You know what they call that, son?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Rare, my boy, fuckin’ rare. Hold onto that one. Hold tight. You never know who might come along and try taking her from you.”

  My back stiffens, my eyes lock with Apollo’s. “She’s mine. Ain’t nobody will live if they touch what’s mine!”

  He slaps me on the back with a chuckle. “That’s my boy. Now, give me that beer and get back to your woman. Go break her in.” Jesus! My father has no filter.

  I make my way back to Lynette’s place to find downstairs in total darkness. Her bedroom light is
on, though, and as I follow the sound of her voice singing a 70s rock ballad, I smile to myself.

  I poke my head through her bedroom door. She’s standing in front of her mirror, naked but for her panties. She’s showered, I can smell her soap and body wash from here.

  I’m struck dumb with how beautiful she is.

  How can it be that her body is so perfect, and there are no signs of her ever being pregnant?

  She’s taken care of herself. Her tits are a nice handful, pert, real. Flat stomach, curvy hips, toned legs, ass like a fuckin’ bubble, everywhere nice and tight.

  “You’re drooling.” She giggles sweetly.

  She’s right, I am. Shamelessly, I slide my eyes over her body. Fuck me; she’s going to kill me with those curves.

  “You seem to be a little overdressed. Why don’t you...” She squeals as I stalk toward her and grab her around the waist. I’m not wasting another second not touching this woman. She wants me naked? She’ll get it.

  The second my clothes are on the floor, her hand touches my chest. “Your muscles are so big, so perfect.”

  That’s right, baby, take a good look, it’s all for you.

  “You’re so beautiful, Lynette,” I watch her with a smirk on my face as her eyes and hands travel all over my big body. She touches each tattoo she comes across, and there are many for her to touch. She looks so lost in wonder right now.

  Then she grabs my cock. “Shit!”

  “My God, your cock is so big and thick.”

  My forehead falls against hers. “I’m holding on by a thread right now, baby girl,” I groan while grabbing her hand, stilling it. I can’t have her jerking me off like this. “You have no idea of the restraint it’s taking me not to pin you against the nearest wall and fuck you.”

  “There isn’t a man alive who could fuck me the way I know you will, Shepard,”

  “Vince. You’re my girl now; you can use my real name.”

  Lynette smirks against my mouth and tells me, “Fuck me, Vince.” My name on her lips, God, I have waited years to hear it.

  “Not yet, sweetness, I have to taste you.” Years of wanting her, years of wondering what she tastes like, I won’t wait a second longer. I’m on my knees in front of her, her left leg wrapped around my neck, her hands clutching my hair, and my mouth on her tight cunt. Ain’t never tasted pussy this sweet in my life!

  Hearing her demands for me to eat her there, lick her here, fuck, it’s so damn hot!

  “Oh god, Vince! I’m coming!” She calls out to the heavens, hips still rocking, hands practically ripping my hair out of my damn scalp, and I lick every inch of her cunt until the last tremor subsides. That was damn fast!

  I push her down on the bed, her thighs wide, my cock sliding up and down her pussy. She groans each time I hit her sensitive clit, all pink and engorged. She begs me to fuck her, and I do, and as soon as I’m inside of her, I know I’ve found my home.

  I fuck her hard; I fuck her fast, I fuck her deep. Her pussy gushes, and I bottom out. Jesus Christ! She reaches down and rubs her clit with one hand, stroking my cock with the other as it slides in and out of her, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. She begins to contract around me, pulling my dick deeper as she comes again for me, gushing all over my thick cock.

  I’m not done yet; I’m not ready to come. I slip my arm around Lynette’s shoulders while lying beside her. I grab her breast in one hand, her thigh in the other, and I thrust into her so hard and fast she’s screaming my name, yelling out her pleasure while coming again. Only this time, I can't hold back, I shoot my load so deep inside her, even I can feel it hitting her womb.

  Once its over, I pull out of her slowly, flop onto my back, and pull her onto my chest. Her little body is shaking with after effects. Never made a woman come three times so quickly one after the other. She’s fucking perfect for me. Ain’t never putting my dick in another woman as long as I live. I won’t even miss it. I love Lynette; she’s the only woman I will ever need.

  “That was amazing.”

  “That’s only the beginning, baby. I do hope you can keep up.” I chuckle.

  “Is that right? Well,” I watch with amusement as she straddles me, her gorgeous fucking body above me. “Maybe it’s you who won’t be able to keep up with me. I’ve waited forever for you. I haven’t had sex in nine long years until tonight.” My eyes bug out. She hasn’t had sex in nine fucking years? “I’ve only slept with one man before you. No one I dated after you know who was good enough. You saw to that.” She smiles.

  I did see to that. It was wrong of me on so many levels, but I thought Lynette deserved better than some fucker, who could never deserve her. Still, why didn’t she go out and have a little fun once in a while? She didn’t have to listen to me. If she wanted to sleep with other guys, she would have. I’m strangely honored that she saved herself for me.

  “They weren’t good enough for you.”

  “I know.” She whispers against my lips.

  “You are mine, Lynette. Ain’t no motherfucker good enough for you, not even me. However, I’ll be damned if I let you go now, woman.”

  “I don’t want you to let go, Vince. I love you so much that I ache when you’re not near me. That’s why I work at the clubhouse, that’s why I live right next door to you, in the house you own, so that I can be near you.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “I take care of Tate because I love him like my own.” For that alone, I kiss the shit out of her.

  She has nothing to worry about anymore, she’s mine, and I am hers. She’s a mother to my son, and I’ll be a father to her daughter. Hell, I have been since she was born. Love that fucking kid like she was mine.

  This woman is going to be my wife before long. Ain’t waiting, I know this time it’s right. Lynette was made for me. She fucking saved my damn soul when I thought I’d got no soul left to save. She’s everything and more.

  Seconds is all it takes before I’m inside her again. Nine years without sex, she has a lot of time to make up for, and I am more than willing to let her use me to get what she wants.

  Chapter Four

  Lynette

  I can’t believe it, Lyn,” Taylor grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. I may have only worked at the clubhouse, but all the women treated me with respect, each one is a friend to me in one way or another.

  However, it’s Taylor and Hillary that I’m the closest to; we’re best friends. Taylor is BlackJack’s wife, Hillary is Titus’ wife. Both men, Shepard’s best friends.

  The second Shepard walked me into the clubhouse earlier – after three days straight of fucking me like a wild beast devouring his prey, and not letting me leave the house – and told everyone in the club how he'd claimed me, that I am his, everyone has been going wild.

  Everyone has been telling Shepard for years that he should claim me, which I didn't know about until today. Shepard is the reason none of these men ever propositioned me. My man threatened to kill them all in the worst way if they ever did. And there I thought it was because they didn’t find me attractive. I should have known it was Shepard’s doing. I’m not even mad about it because it just shows me how long he’s wanted me for his own. How long he’s protected me.

  Of course, Willow and Tate are happy to have their parents together finally. We shouldn’t have left the kids with Myra and Apollo for three days, but we needed the time to get to know each other better. We did nothing but eat, fuck, and sleep the whole time. He fucked me so hard, and so long and so many times, I’m surprised I can even walk today.

  We collected the kids this morning, told them everything, then came to the clubhouse and told everyone here. The kids are milling around with the other kids belonging to the club, Shepard is talking with some of the other men near the bar, and I'm here with my two best friends as they tell me how happy they are for me.

  I couldn’t be happier right now.

  “I never thought this would happen,” I tell Taylor and Hillary.

  “Tay and I knew this w
ould happen eventually. Just fucking happy Shepard finally grew a set and told you how he feels.”

  “He’s in love with me, Hill.” I can feel my face getting red. I’m not embarrassed as such, just never thought I’d be able to tell my besties this information. Taylor is my age, but Hillary is older than us by a few years. Age means nothing in when it comes to any kind of relationship, and the three of us have been there for each other since the day we met. We’re all super close, and I know I couldn’t ask for better friends than Taylor and Hillary.

  “We all know you’re in love with him. Not like you kept it a secret.” Taylor laughs. She’s right; I didn’t. I never really tried.

  “And I never will for as long as I live. Shepard is my world, and I'm going to spend my life loving him, and I’ll spend just as long loving his son and my daughter. They’re all I need, the three of them, and one day, I know we’ll find Nova and bring her home. Then we’ll be complete.”

  I laugh at both my best friend’s as they hug me to them. Nothing in this life could be better than this right now.

  “Lynette, I’d like a word with you in private. Right now, please.”

  I swallow hard. I wasn’t expecting Apollo to say that.

  Hillary and Taylor smile sympathetically, and now I’m worried.

  What if he doesn’t want me with his son, around his grandson?

  What if he’s going to tell me he wants me away from them, like, as of right now?

  What if he’s going to fire me?

  That he no longer wants to be Willow’s grandfather?

  No, Apollo wouldn’t do that.

  Willow would be heartbroken.

  I’m a good person, I’ve never done anything to make him think poorly of me. I’ve always been loyal to this club, even if I wasn’t really one of them. I’ll make him see that I belong with Shepard. No matter what it takes, I will.

  I follow Apollo into the back office where he does most of his business. Private business that he wants no one else to hear.