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

by Alivia Grayson

  I was so scared that I wouldn’t let Willow out of my sight for months. I sat with her every night and talked about anything she wanted and needed to talk about. We would watch movies, dance, sing, anything Willow wanted, we did. Then we had a heart to heart where I let her know that she should never believe the mean words of others. Sure, it was easy for me to say, I wasn’t going through it. However, I wanted her to know that if she ever felt like things were too much, then she was to come to me, and I’d help her, because, to me, she was, and is, everything to me. I wanted her to talk to and to never think the only way out of her sadness was to take her own life.

  Luckily for me, Willow was stronger than that. However, she wanted to learn self-defense. Not because she wanted to hit out at people, but because she’d heard it was an excellent way to let off steam, to get out her anger at others for what they would say to her, and to give her more confidence.

  Then she turned sixteen and found makeup and clothes more age-appropriate, had her braces removed, lost a little weight thanks to the self-defense training, and now Jett and Tank spend more time keeping guys away from her because they might want more from her. Willow is never short of admirers of late.

  Hammer even told Willow that she was beautiful and that she should never change for anyone. The only trouble with him telling her that was the fact I realized she was crushing on him. Shepard has warned every man in the MC what he’ll do to them should they so much as look at Willow with lust in their eyes.

  It made me laugh a little. Willow is growing up, and I will never allow anyone to choose the men she dates. I’m not the kind of mother that would force her daughter away from any man she might have strong feelings for. I believe we each have the right to fall for whom we want. As long as he doesn’t hurt her, of course, in that case, the boys are free to kill the little fuck.

  Hammer is eight years older than Willow, and right now, I don’t think she even really knows what it would mean for her to be with a man like him. It’s not the age gap, Vince is ten years older than I am, and I’m not a hypocrite. I just think my little girl needs to grow into herself a little more before she thinks about settling down.

  Tonight, Willow is babysitting the kids so that Shepard and I can have a much needed night out with our friends. My husband made sure VJ and Max were asleep before we left the house, we’d never have gotten out unless we did. The boys love Willow, especially Maxy, but VJ misbehaves if Shepard isn’t home, and Maxy cries nonstop if I'm not. That upsets me no end. I hate when he cries for me, it’s so heart-wrenching. For me, at least, but then I am his mother.

  I’m wearing a tight, short red dress, and matching heels tonight. I want to work my husband up and drive him crazy. From the look on his face when I came down the stairs, I’d say I was on the right track.

  Seeing my husband in black trousers, and a black button-down shirt with the top three buttons open, showing his chest, and that massive MC tattoo had my pussy throbbing. I’d never seen him look so damn sexy. I almost dragged him back inside so I could fuck his brains out before we left. Though as Shepard pointed out, if we didn’t go right then, we never would.

  BlackJack and Taylor are with us. Jack is wearing trousers and a shirt also, but his pants are dark gray and his shirt matches. Neither men are wearing their cuts. Something they always wear. It’s a part of who they are just as much as the women they love. However, they did this for Taylor and me, to give us a night without the whole biker thing. Well, as much as they can, being who they are. They honestly didn’t need to this, we love them just the way they are, but both men just smiled and rolled their eyes before kissing us.

  Taylor is wearing dark blue, a dress that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I have to admit that neither of us looks our age. All right, we’re only in our early thirties, but looking twenty-six at my age is a damn good compliment.

  The meal was nice, but now I need to pee badly. My bladder isn’t as strong as it once was. The joy of having children, but do you know what? I’d take the weak bladder any day of the week, rather than be without my kids.

  I think I’ve had a little too much to drink, and I’m now feeling a little emotional. Don’t ask me why, but this is what happens when I drink. I let too much fill my head, stuff that isn’t true, but I can’t stop thinking about it. This is why I don’t drink often.

  I wash my hands and then look at myself in the restroom mirror after using the toilet. I can’t stop thinking about the past, and how if Celia hadn’t left, Shepard would still be with her. He’d be with her, and he’d still have Nova. However, that makes me think about the fact I wouldn’t have VJ and Max, and that kills me.

  Large hands slip around my waist from behind. Soft lips kiss my neck. I didn’t even hear my husband come into the bathroom. I guess I knew deep down he’d follow me if I were any longer than the five minutes I said I’d be. “I thought you’d gotten lost.”

  “Just lost in thought,” I tell him with a slight smile.

  “Get out of your head, Lynette. Whatever you’re thinking about, don’t.” I lean my head back against Shepard’s powerful chest. His hands are on my thighs, sliding upwards, taking my skirt with them. “The past doesn’t belong here, baby.”

  “I'm sorry,” I may have my eyes closed, but they roll just the same. Feeling Shepard’s lips on my neck, and his fingertips stroking my soaked pussy through my silk panties is making it hard to concentrate. This is what he does to get me out of my head. He touches me, drives me crazy, makes me think of nothing and no one but him. “I couldn’t help but think,” I gasp, his fingers are inside my panties, feeling my wetness, making me lose my train of thought.

  What was I saying?

  Oh, yeah. “Celia. I couldn’t help but think about what life would be like if she hadn’t left.” I slide my hand around the back of his neck and groan. “You’d still be with her, and I’d still be lying in my bed each night wishing I could be the one you loved. Oh, god,” I'm going to come, and I won’t be able to stop it. He only has to look at me and I’m wet. He touches me softly, and I need to come. His thick fingers are now inside of me, twisting, pulling, fucking me.

  We’re in the restroom! We should not be doing this!

  Oh, who am I trying to kid? I don’t give a damn where we are when he’s touching me like this.

  “Even if she hadn’t taken off we wouldn’t’ve lasted. You’re the one I have always loved. You were the one I wanted the moment I met you. Celia and I would’ve ended, and you and I would have still gotten together, still got married, still had our boys. So stop thinking about things that would never have happened.”

  I nod with my eyes closed, my hips moving in time with his hand.

  “You are everything to me,” He hisses with conviction while finger fucking me so hard I scream, and then stop myself just in time for it to be too high-pitched and draw attention to us. “You’re my girl, you always have been, and you always will be. Don’t you ever forget it!”

  “I won’t!” I scream as I come hard around his fingers.

  “Tell me, Lynette.” He rubs my clit harder, faster, and I’ve only just managed to pull my panties down around my knees before I squirt my pleasure all over the damn countertop.

  “I won’t forget! I’m yours!”

  “Good girl,” I fall forward, clutching the wash basin as he bends down behind me and slides my ruined panties down my legs. I step out of them, swaying a little, I’m so blissed out after that orgasm that I can’t feel much of anything other than the tingling in my limbs.

  Shepard kisses the backs of my legs one at a time, right up to my ass, which is exposed for anyone to see if they should walk into this restroom right now. Not that my husband cares if anyone walks in. He’s not shy, but then I know, without a doubt, he’s locked the door. He’d never do this if he knew someone might see me. Shepard will point out to anyone who will listen how beautiful he believes I am. However, that does not mean he wants anyone seeing me like this. I belong to him, no one else.
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  Standing his full height, he lifts my dress higher while grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. I can feel his hardness against my ass, and I groan.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?” I nod my head because it’s all I can do. He has me bent over the counter, my hair in his fist, his cock deep inside of me. There’s no better feeling than Shepard fucking me hard like this, so hard every part of my body thuds with pleasure. His eyes lock with mine through the mirror in front of us, a smirk on his sexy lips, and my pussy tightens.

  Clutching at nothing, I scream his name as he pounds into me relentlessly. “Fuck! Oh, god, fuck me harder, Vince! Harder!” Harder he fucks me, his cock head bashing against my womb, and I’m sure the whole damn restaurant can hear us, but I can’t stop screaming his name as I come again. Just two hard thrusts later, and he’s coming hard inside of me.

  Shepard falls against my back for only a second before he kisses my head and pulls out of me. His seed falls down my thigh, and I laugh while he cleans me up as if I’m incapable of doing it myself.

  “I love you.” He tells me. I smile at him while I fix my clothes back into their rightful place. “No more thinkin’ on things that have no business poppin’ inside your head. I love you,” He tells me again, and pulling me into his arms.

  “I love you,” I say with contentment. Contented because I know it’s true, Vince loves me, and I love him, and that’s all that matters.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Shepard

  It’s been a hard couple months. Hellish, even. My father died. Heart attack. Didn’t even see it coming. I’d taken my family over to my parents’ place for Sunday lunch. Mom had cooked and wanted Lynette and I to go over with the kids. That included Willow, Jett, Tank, and Hammer. She’s got a soft spot for the two of them, especially since they don’t have any other family.

  Max and VJ were in the garden with Mom, Lynette, and Willow. The rest of us were inside drinking beer and talking about football. Something we never really did much of before. Apollo kept rubbing the top of his right arm, looking at me the whole time. I knew something was wrong the second he told me to take care of my mother, to make sure she was safe, and not to stand in her way if she ever found love again.

  I narrowed my eyes at him, for a second there, I thought he was trying to tell me that my mother had been cheating on him. It didn’t make any sense to me because he’s always been the love of her life. Even when he left her for someone else, she never stopped loving him, and never did she stop hoping he’d come back to her. When he reached for me, my hand in his as he tugged me towards him where he sat on his large couch, I knew, fuck, I just knew! I sat down beside him, and he grabbed me. He hugged me so damn hard and told me how proud of me he was, how much he loved me, that I was his pride and joy. Then he died right there in my arms. I couldn’t stop shaking him and begging him to wake up.

  Wasn’t ’til Jett grabbed my shoulder and squeezed that I realized it was too late.

  My mom came running in, screaming his name. ‘Lenny!’ She screamed as she dropped to her knees beside him, pulling him away from me and into her arms. ‘Lenny, don't leave me! Please,’ She kissed his head over and over again while rocking him back and forth. ‘I love you so much. Oh, Lenny!’

  I'll never fuckin’ forget that awful moment for as long as I live. I’ll always remember how both Lynette and Willow leaned down and kissed his head, sobbing their eyes out and telling him they loved him. I’ll never forget how Jett did this same before leaving the room, a sobbing Max in his arms.

  But do you know what will stay in my mind and never, ever leave it?

  They say things like this, the pain of losing a loved one fades from your mind with time. You’ll never forget, but it’ll get easier.

  However, the thing that won’t is the way VJ reacted to Apollo’s death.

  I noticed him out of the corner of my eye. I thought he’d gone with Jett. Maybe he had and snuck back into the room, I don’t know. Dad was laid out on the couch while we waited for the authorities to come to take his body away. Willow had left the room to find comfort with her brother and friends, and she was more than likely taking care of Max. Lynette was sat with my mother at the dining table in the open kitchen, and I was sitting on the chair near the couch.

  I watched my six-year-old son walk towards his once mighty grandfather; his head cocked to the side. I could see him trying to process what he was seeing. VJ reached out his hand and touched Apollo's face. ‘Hmm.’ He hummed to himself thoughtfully. ‘Guess you died, Pops.’ I narrowed my eyes. ‘Shame, I really liked you.’ Then he walked out of the room without another word.

  There had been no emotion in what he said, complete detachment. I pointed it out to Lynette, but she told me that VJ was more than likely in shock. He’s just six years old, and he watched his grandfather die.

  I left it at that because I think we were all in shock. However, deep down, I know there’s something about my boy that isn’t right. Maybe he’ll grow out of it as he gets older, but somehow, I don’t think he will.

  I was voted in as President the day after Apollo passed. Jett was voted VP, just as I knew he would be. Hammer is already Sergeant-At-Arms and was the first to vote my boy VP. Jett is the youngest VP we’ve ever had. Plenty of the older brothers could have taken that spot. Not one of them voted against it.

  I was raised to know I’d one day be president of the Snakes, president of the whole damn mother charter, but I wasn’t ready for it yet. I wasn’t prepared to lose my dad. My mother has all but crumbled. I tried to move her in with Lynette and me for a while, but she refused to leave the house she shared with my dad on and off for forty-five years. That’s not to say I haven’t checked on her every day since he passed, and I’ll keep checking on her. She’s my mother, and she means the world to me.

  Apollo’s funeral was a huge affair. He was the damn president of the mother charter for Christ’s sake, every biker, no matter what chapter he belonged to, attended. Everyone paid their respects to a man much loved by all.

  Weird, isn’t it? That I should say that about Apollo when he was a dangerous, evil old bastard most of the time. However, he made damn sure this club, and every club belonging to it kept to his law. The law of not only putting the fear of God into any fucker who tried to take over our territory, fuck with our livelihood, but the act of treating your wife with more respect than you’d give your mother. To treat her like she’s the most precious pearl there ever was.

  Your kids? The jewel in your crown. Raise ‘em right, and you'll raise kings and queens of the fuckin’ world. Ain’t nobody gonna mess with your son once he shows the damn world who he is, a Snakes Henchmen through and though. Ain’t no one brave enough to mess with your daughter for fear of never seeing the light of day again for so much as looking at her the wrong way.

  That’s not to say we're raising our daughters to be weak. Each little girl knows she’s just as strong as the men if she puts her mind to it. We’d never take that away from them. I wouldn’t want to raise my daughter’s to think they’re beneath any man.

  My dad was all about the family if nothing else. He was a criminal, a murderer, a gun runner, the worst kind of bastard. But he was my dad, and I loved him. I miss him, and I find myself holding my young sons just that bit longer before they go to bed each night. I watch them sleeping, playing, eating, laughing, even talking to their mother, and I know one day, they’re going to feel this pain, the same pain I feel right now, the pain of losing their father.

  I scrub harder at the handles of my bike. It’s already clean, but I can’t stop rubbing. I’m straddling my motorcycle right now having just cleaned every inch of it.

  “You’ll scrub the chrome off those bars if you’re not careful.”

  “What are you doing here, Coral?” I’d recognize that voice anywhere. She may sound older, but I know it’s her. I don’t turn to look at her. I can’t right now. The shit this beautiful woman has been through because of that no-good brother of m
ine.

  Yeah, as I said in the beginning, I have a half-brother, who is more dead to me than anyone ever could be. One who wasn’t invited to my old man’s funeral, not that I believe he would have attended even if he was. My father was nothing but ashamed of that fucked up cunt. Didn’t even mumble his name before he died.

  My parents split when I was a kid. Dad had a son with someone else. She died, my parents got back together. My parents tried to raise Ronnie to be a good man. They failed as many parents do. The bastard killed for no reason, raped women and young girls, including Coral when she was twelve.

  It was me, she ran to when he hurt her. Me, who found out who'd raped her. Me, who beat the ever living fuck out of him, and me, who let him live when I should’ve killed him.

  It was me who convinced Coral’s parents it would be best to have the baby, she carried adopted so my brother wouldn’t find out. Me, who convinced her parents to move her away from here for a while so she could recover.

  I haven’t seen Coral in years. I didn’t even know she was back. Why come back here after all this time? What the hell is left here for her?

  “I missed you.”

  I close my eyes for a second before turning to look at her. Coral has changed so much in the time she’s been gone. She’s tall, curvy, beautiful. Her blonde hair is all loose, slightly curled, and hanging down her back and over her shoulders. She’s wearing tight jeans and a tank top that shows just how womanly she’s gotten over the last eight years. She’s twenty-one already, and so fuckin’ beautiful.