“Go, baby.”
Gracie doesn’t waste even a second, her hands drop from my shoulders, and one wraps around my own as she tugs me behind her. We practically run toward Lea and Ginger. I expect Lea to be the first to greet me, but it’s Ginger.
She pulls me into her arms in a rough hug, and she doesn’t let go for what feels like at least ten minutes. When she does, I watch as she wipes tears from her eyes. “You had us worried,” she hiccups.
I’m not good with crying people, I never really know what to say. It seems a part of my empathy kind of vanished somewhere along the way from the time I was fifteen until now. Only when something happens with Easton or Ward, do I ever become emotional.
“I’m okay, we’re okay,” I smile.
She shakes her head. “This shit is finally over, right? Prescott wouldn’t tell me much, but I need to know. It’s done, right?”
I press my lips together, thinking about her question. I want to tell her that it is definitely over, but then I think about those files of women—so many women. I give her a shrug. “I don’t know for sure, but I think it might finally be over for me.”
She takes a step back and lifts her chin. “Thank fucking God. Do you know who has been working that bar during the day? Baby, that’s who. Traci is about to kill him. He leaves the place a pigsty,” she says with a wink and a smile, changing the subject.
“I plan on being back to work by Monday, boss,” I smirk.
She shakes her head, but something in my face must tell her that there’s no changing my mind because honestly, there isn’t. I need to get back to my routine. A few days off to recoup, go shopping for clothes, and finish unpacking is all I need.
I can’t sit around scared and waiting for something else bad to happen to me. I need to keep going forward, otherwise, I’ll turn back into that frightened woman I was when the nomads dropped me off here almost two years ago.
“Monday afternoon it is then,” she grins.
The topic is dropped, and I spend the next hour helping them finish serving hungry man after hungry man. I’m surprised at how many men are here, and from how many different states. I don’t recognize any of them, but I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward them.
“Glad to see you’re okay, sweetheart,” a man smiles.
I look directly at his patch and notice that his road name is Torch. I don’t recognize his name, and when I look into his face, I find that I don’t recognize that either. “I’m from California, brought in to get boots on the ground and break into the compound,” he winks. “Glad to have you home with your club and your man.”
“Thanks,” I whisper, my hands shaking, and nervousness overtakes me.
He reaches forward and wraps his hand around mine, giving it a squeeze but it does nothing to calm me down, in fact, my heart begins to beat even faster. “Got nothin’ to worry about, girl. Not from me, or anyone else here, not anymore,” he rasps. “You’re safe now.”
I inhale deeply, my eyes lifting back up to his and I give him a smile, a small smile, but it’s the only smile I have to give right now. “Thank you, Torch. It means the world to me and my son.”
He releases his hold on my hand and gives me a wink accompanied by a smirk. “Babe, not a hardship to save a pretty girl and her baby. Also, not a fucking hardship to bring those sick motherfuckers down,” he chuckles. He doesn’t wait for a response from me, he continues down the food line and disappears into the crowd.
A few minutes later, Ward is at my side. His hand slips around my waist and his lips press against my temple before they move toward my ear. “Have to go in for this meeting, you okay here with the girls and the prospects?” he asks.
I nod, turning my head slightly toward him and catching his lips with my own. “Yeah, baby, I’m okay here.”
Ward slips Easton into my arms before he returns my kiss, his tongue snaking out to taste my lips. I open my mouth, hoping that he’ll deepen the kiss, but he doesn’t. His teeth nip my bottom lip instead, and he takes a step back from me.
“Later, baby,” he grins.
I roll my eyes but bite the corner of my lip, my body heating with need in anticipation. He walks away from me, but I can’t keep my gaze off of his tight jean-clad ass.
I’ve never felt this way before, even with him, but I can’t wait to be with him again, to feel his body next to mine, and inside of mine. I shiver, trying to keep my focus on my task at hand, which right now, is to help clean up the breakfast.
CROONER
“We need our own tech guy,” Snake announces. “I can’t get into this fucking computer,” he growls, pushing the laptop into the center of the table.
A guy I don’t recognize calmly walks over to the computer, turning to him. “May I?” he asks. He looks like he’s at least ten years younger than me, in his early twenties, blond, clean-cut hair. “I went to school for computer coding,” he grins.
We watch him work for a few minutes as Snake continues on. “I want to thank all of you for coming up here and doing this. Where are we on the women and children?”
A man from the North Dakota chapter clears his throat. “The women and children were all housed in different shelters around the city. They worked with them and got them all a place to stay for now, and crisis counselors. They said this shit would probably make the news. Of course, I made sure our involvement was kept out and paid her what you’d given me.”
“Good, good,” Snake nods.
The rest of the meeting goes by, and shit is said, but all I can think about is sinking inside of Hayden. It’s obvious that she wants me, and it feels like a lifetime since we’ve been together. I fucking missed my woman. I thought I would never see her again, and I need to feel her—to make her scream with pleasure and prove that we’re both very much still fucking breathing.
“Tomorrow night, Cash Bar is going to be closed to the public. We’re doing a send-off for you boys. Dinner, booze, and bitches as a thank you for all of your help,” Snake announces before he slams his gavel down, adjourning the meeting.
Walking out of the cramped room we hold church in, my eyes scan the bar for Hayden and Easton. I find them almost immediately. They’re sitting at one of the tables and Easton’s face is pressed against her neck while she rocks from side to side. He’s obviously napping, and watching them together, it’s so fucking beautiful.
“You gonna wife her up?” Snake asks, coming up behind me.
I grunt. “Definitely,” I say, lifting my chin.
“Good. Life she had. She deserves the goddamn world,” he murmurs.
My lips twitch, but I fight my smile. “Sure fuckin’ does,” I admit.
I walk away from him and head toward my woman. Except I’m halted when I feel cool fingers wrap around my arm. I turn my head to the side and notice that it’s Jizzy. I look from her hand on my arm then up to her face and I wait, giving her the most impassive look I can manage.
“Still missing you, Crooner,” she rasps.
I lift my chin. “Still got an Old Lady, Jizz.”
She flinches, but she doesn’t step away. “I know that. Everyone with eyes can see your name plastered on her chest. Just wanted to let you know, you get a craving, you know where to find me.” She winks before releasing my arm, turns around, and struts away.
I shake my head, making my way toward Hayden.
“Looked like a titillating conversation,” Hayden snaps.
My eyes widen, and I glance down at her red face. She’s fucking pissed, and it’s cute as shit. “Let’s go home, baby.”
Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t start any shit. She knows better than to say anything in here anyway. She stands and together we walk out of the back of the clubhouse. It’s still early in the day and I’m sure we won’t be talking any further about this, at least, not until Easton is in bed. Then I have a feeling she’ll want to talk about Jizzy, but I have plans for her. Her mouth is going to be too goddamn busy to talk about some whore.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
HAYDEN
I shouldn’t be mad. It’s not like he did anything. She just touched his arm and talked to him. However, I’ve watched them fuck before. It hurt so damn bad, and there she was thinking she could just touch him. Jealousy surges through my body the rest of the day. I know that Ward sees it because he keeps smirking at me like I’m cute. I’ll show him cute.
Once dinner has been consumed, cleaned up and Easton is in bed for the evening, I march toward our bedroom myself. Today has been a long day. We shopped for some clothes for me and Easton, and then we went grocery shopping. I’m tired, but not too tired to forget how pissed off I am.
“Baby,” he says, almost chuckling as he locks the bedroom door behind him.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare up at him, which only causes his lips to twitch and smile wider. “Don’t you baby me,” I snap.
Before I even realize what’s happening, he has his hands around my waist and is tossing me onto the top of the bed. I bounce twice before he dives on top of me, moving his hands from my waist, he cages my head in with his arms. His nose slides along mine and then his lips brush my own. I fight not to melt against him, especially since he’s being gentle and sweet.
He grins against my lips, his tongue tasting them before he lifts his head again. “You being jealous is sexy as hell. Especially since it’s fucking ridiculous,” he chuckles.
“Is it ridiculous? Really? I saw you fuck her, and it wasn’t something new,” I snap, again.
His nose runs along my own, again, then he dips his chin and his tongue tastes my skin where his name is etched. When he lifts his head, his dark blue eyes look like they’re about to fucking ignite. “Baby, I’ve fucked a lot of girls. That ain’t front page news. But you know, you’re special. You’re mine,” he states.
“I don’t like her touching you,” I breathe as his lips move across my chest.
Ward’s fingers wrap around the hem of my shirt and gently lift it up, the backs of his knuckles skim the entire length of my body making my muscles twitch. My arms automatically lift as he drags the shirt up my body and throws it somewhere behind me.
His mouth moves down my chest to the swell of my breasts and I whimper when his teeth scrape my skin. I want more, so much more. His fingers wrap around the cup of my bra and he roughly tugs it down. I hear the fabric rip, and I should be mad because it’s one of my only bras, but I don’t care. When his lips wrap around my nipple and he sucks, my back arches and I let out a long deep moan.
“I won’t let her touch me again, baby,” he groans.
His lips trail down to the tops of my shorts and my belly dips as I wait in anticipation of more. His fingers pull on the button, and then he tugs the zipper down. I whimper when he pulls them down my legs, taking my panties with them. His fingers wrap around the inside of my thighs and he quickly yanks my legs apart.
Ward’s tongue licks my entire center in one long stroke, swirling around my clit before he repeats it a second time. On the third stroke, one of my hands dives into his hair and I hold onto him tightly. He growls against my center, moving toward my clit and sucks it between his teeth, then flicks it.
My hips automatically lift as I search for more from him. Ward’s hands slip beneath my ass and he grabs ahold of my flesh, squeezing it tightly as he continues flicking my clit with his tongue.
My hips buck against his mouth, enjoying the way he makes me feel, the way his warm tongue feels against my body. When he fills me with it, I moan.
Slipping my hand down my body, I begin to touch my clit while he fucks me with his tongue. Ward moans, his eyes lifting to meet mine. We watch one another, our gazes connected as I climb closer toward my release.
My clit is wet and slippery from his tongue, my fingers gliding so easily that my thighs begin to shake. Ward growls and I completely lose it. Crying out, my hand moves harder and faster against myself as I come.
Ward doesn’t allow me much time to bask in my afterglow. Instead, he crawls up my body, his cock surging deep inside of me immediately. Lifting my head, I press my mouth against his, licking my wetness from his lips as I shift my hand around the back of his neck.
His hands wrap around the underside of my knees as he spreads my thighs wide, holding me still while his hips begin to rock forward, his pelvis pressing against my sensitive clit with each downstroke. He rips his mouth from mine, his head tipping down while he watches as he fucks me.
“Baby,” he moans. I’m unable to move as he has me pinned down, so I let out a shaky whimper instead. “How could you think that this beauty could happen with anyone else?” he asks. “This is fucking breathtaking.”
My pussy clenches at his words. I climb closer toward a second release, my body feeling instantly hot. Ward groans as his movements speed up. The only noise I can hear in the room is his body slamming against my own, and it turns me on even more. He owns me, every part of me, and right now, I’m completely rendered helpless and I wouldn’t want to be any other way.
“Come around me, baby. Squeeze me,” he growls.
He lowers his face and his lips press against mine in a hard kiss when his tongue fills my mouth he groans again, his fingers squeezing my legs harder and it’s then that I come. My pussy flutters then pulses before it finally clenches around him and I pull my head back and let out a long cry, my orgasm washing over me.
Ward pounds his hips against mine roughly, three more times before he buries himself deep inside of me and lets out a long groan. He fills me with his release and I whimper as I feel the way it fills my body.
Almost too quickly, he slips out of me, sitting back on his knees as he releases one of my legs. His hand keeps a firm grasp on my other one while his free one slides between my thighs. I watch as two fingers slide inside of me.
“Sweetheart?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
He grunts. “It’s so fucking pretty, the way you take my cum,” he mumbles as he fucks me with his fingers. “Fuck,” he groans as he brings his fingers out of me and begins to paint my pussy with them. “Covered, fucking covered in my cum. All mine,” he murmurs.
“All yours,” I whisper.
His dark blue eyes meet mine and he grins. “Fuck yeah, you are,” he winks.
“I should clean up.”
Ward shakes his head. “Not tonight, tonight I’m going to fill you over and over with my cum. You’re fucking mine, and I need to mark you, again and again,” he states.
Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek, feeling his beard with my palm. “Okay, sweetheart.”
CROONER
I slam Hayden’s arms above her head as I drive my cock deep inside of her pussy. She arches her back closer toward me as her eyes close. Her pussy flutters around me, and I know she’s getting close. I grit my teeth as I pound into her body, harder than I should but not really giving a fuck either. She doesn’t look like she’s in any type of pain.
Sliding one of my hands from her wrist to her arm and continuing until I curl my fingers around her tit, I grip her tightly. She widens her legs even more than they already are and tips her hips up, taking more of me at a different angle.
“Sweetheart, oh my God,” she breathes. I grab ahold of her wrist and tit even tighter. She’ll probably have bruising, but I don’t give a fuck. Bruises from me, from us being together, that’s sexy as fuck. “I’m close,” she rasps.
She doesn’t have to tell me that she’s close, I can feel her cunt squeeze me as she climbs. “Come on baby, soak me, squeeze me,” I growl.
Lowering my head, I press my lips against her neck and gently suck on her skin as my cock continues to piston in and out of her tight heat. Her entire body shakes beneath mine before she lets out a long sob.
Her pussy clenches around my cock so hard that it almost hurts. She fucking squeezes my cum out of me, my orgasm rippling through my body and catching me by surprise.
I slump on top of her, not even attempting to keep my weight from crushing her small frame as I continue to ki
ss and nuzzle her neck. Hayden runs her short fingernails up and down my back, which only makes me relax even more. Only when I hear her breath wheeze, do I disengage and roll to the side.
Hayden rolls over and presses the front of her body against my side, her arm wrapping around my stomach and her head against my chest. “Good morning, baby,” I breathe against her hair.
She hums. “Did we even sleep?” she asks.
Chuckling, I tug on the end of her hair that rests against her back. “Not really.”
“You know I’m still not on birth control. I know you keep acting like it’s no big deal, but…”
I shrug, running my hand down her back and grabbing ahold of her ass, squeezing her roughly. She lifts her head, resting her chin on my chest.
“My name on your chest means you’re as good as my wife. I’m giving you a ring and my last name, too, baby. I’m not going anywhere. Never loved a woman before you, not planning on loving another one either.”
“So that means…”
My eyes narrow, but I don’t scowl, I do the opposite—I grin. “Means I don’t give a fuck if you get pregnant.”
“Well, I can pretty much guarantee unless there’s a problem, I either am, or I will be soon, as often as we have sex,” she grumbles.
Leaning forward, I run my nose along hers, inhaling our mixed scent that fills the room. “Good. You’re going to be fucking gorgeous, pregnant,” I grunt.
“You’re crazy,” she exhales. I chuckle because maybe I am crazy, but I don’t care—I don’t give a fuck actually. “When they had me. They told me that I had to have a pregnancy test. They wanted to make sure you hadn’t gotten me pregnant, and if you had, they told me that I was going to have to have an abortion,” she whispers, sliding her eyes to the side.
My entire body locks up at her words, and I try to calm down, but uncontrollable rage pours through me. She must not realize I’m so fucking pissed, because she continues talking. “I knew I had to get away. I couldn’t let that happen,” she cries.
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