Tex (Dixie Reapers MC 6)

by Harley Wylde

  “Kalani Rodriguez,” Tex said. “Asshole.”

  I snickered, but I was also thankful they didn’t know I’d gotten married. It might make it harder for people to find me.

  Ivan flicked off the TV. “So, it looks like we’re free to go home. Whenever you’re ready. We’ll escort you home.”

  “It’s getting late,” I said. “Should we wait until tomorrow?”

  “If you want to wait, we’ll wait,” Tex said. “But if you think you can handle the trip, it would be nice to be in our own house again.”

  “About that,” Gabe said. “You won’t be returning to the same house. When Torch heard about the baby, he decided you needed more room.”

  “I was going to talk to him about that, but I was waiting until all this had been settled,” Tex said.

  Gabe shrugged. “Your things were already moved to the new house. And um… the old ladies put together a surprise for you. They’re anxious to get to know Kalani.”

  “Let’s go home,” I said.

  “I’ll notify Seamus,” Johnny said. “He’s lurking somewhere outside. I’m sure Devil’s Boneyard has already been notified that they can stand down.”

  “Thanks,” Tex said. “We never unpacked, so it won’t take us long to load up.”

  “I’ll unlock the car,” Gabe said.

  And once more we were piling into a car and hitting the road. I had to admit, getting back home, and not having to leave again in the near future, sounded rather nice. Seeing new places had been a little fun, but I was ready to meet all the Dixie Reapers. It was time to start my new life, with my new family, and leave Hillview firmly in my past.

  Epilogue

  Tex

  One Month Later

  The field behind the clubhouse was filled with canopies, picnic tables, and every member of the Dixie Reapers, from the oldest to the youngest. Kalani stood in a small group with Bull’s woman, Darian, and the VP’s old lady, Ridley. Preacher and his wife, Kayla, were sprawled on a blanket nearby with their twins in their arms. The sun was shining, the music was going, and everyone was having a good time.

  Flicker slapped me on the back. “How’s family life treating you?”

  “Good. Kalani gets some weird ass cravings, though,” I said with a chuckle. “She asked for mashed potatoes with gravy at three o’clock the other morning, and then sliced a dill pickle to put on top.”

  “Remind me not to eat at your house anytime soon,” Flicker said.

  I punched his arm, but he was grinning. He nodded toward Janessa. “What’s up with that?”

  I tried not to growl. My little girl had started school the week after we’d returned home. Much to my horror, she was popular -- with the boys. One in particular seemed to be a regular fixture in our home. He seemed like a good enough kid, but I wasn’t ready for her to grow up and go on dates.

  “We had the talk the first time she asked him to come over,” I said. “He assures me they’re just friends, but Kalani thinks Janessa likes him as a boyfriend.”

  “You going to let her date?”

  I shrugged. “I think she’s too young. Kalani said Janessa was exposed to more than most kids her age because of what happened with her mom and being locked up at Hillview. I asked Dr. Myron’s partner to talk to her. While he agreed that Janessa is more mature for her age, he didn’t think she was emotionally ready to date.”

  “I’m sure that went over well with her,” Flicker said.

  “Kalani talked to her. Said it might be better coming from a woman. Janessa agreed to not push the dating thing until she’s sixteen. In the meantime, I’m letting her invite friends over whenever she wants. I’d rather have that kid at our house where I can watch him.”

  “At least she’s not chasing after grown men,” Flicker said.

  “Don’t remind me. I’m hoping in another few weeks, she won’t even remember her infatuation with Seamus. I think she lacked for affection for so long, she’s eager to latch onto just about anyone.”

  “Makes sense. Well, she has you, Kalani, and the rest of us to keep an eye on her. She’ll stay safe, papa bear. We’ll make sure of it.”

  “Thanks.”

  Flicker nodded and pointed his beer bottle toward his sister and her man. “I’m going to go hassle my sister. Don’t stand here by yourself. It makes you look creepy.”

  I smirked as he walked off, my gaze straying to his sister and Ryker. I’d talked to Ryker a few times, but the situation was a little strange to me. He wasn’t a Dixie Reaper, but he lived here at the compound. Torch seemed to trust him, so that was good enough for me.

  Coyote joined me, a black leather cut clutched in his hand. “Got what you asked for.”

  I took it from him and headed toward Kalani. We’d been married a month now, and while she wore my ring, I hadn’t claimed her the way a Dixie Reaper should claim his woman. I’d talked to Zipper and we’d agreed that it would be better to wait and ink her after the baby arrived. Kalani had improved tremendously over the last month, but she was still healing.

  I stopped next to her, took the drink from her hand, and handed it to Darian.

  Darian and Ridley smiled as they saw what was in my hand, but Kalani looked confused. “What’s going on?” she asked.

  “I have something for you.” I held it up, showing her the front with the Dixie Reapers patch, then turned it so could see the back, where Property of Tex was stitched on the leather. She reached out and lightly ran her fingers over it.

  “It’s like Ridley’s and Darian’s,” she said, looking at the women who were proudly wearing their property cuts.

  “Will you wear it?” I asked.

  She smiled widely and snatched it out of my hands, slipping it on. It fit her perfectly, but I hadn’t had a doubt. It looked damn good on her too. I still had one more surprise for her. I’d been careful the last few days, not removing my shirt when she was around. It had been hell not giving in to her at night when she’d begged me to make love with her, but I’d needed a few days to heal.

  I wasn’t about to strip right here, though. Giving Ridley and Darian a wink, I grabbed Kalani’s hand and led her through the throng of Dixie Reapers and into the back of the clubhouse. Torch knew what I had planned and I’d gotten permission. Pushing open the doors that said Church above them, I ushered her into the room and then locked the doors behind us.

  “Tex, what’s going on?” she asked, looking around the room.

  “I have another surprise for you.”

  She smiled and moved closer to me. “Oh yeah?”

  “And it requires us to get naked. Well, mostly naked. You’d better put that cut back on after you strip out of the rest of your clothes.”

  She started removing everything, then put the cut back on. Fuck but she looked sexy as hell like that. I removed my shirt and she gasped as she saw what I’d had inked on my chest. She reached for me, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of her name, and the words below it. Forever Mine. “Tex…”

  I smiled and finished removing my clothes, then pulled her into my arms and kissed her until we were both breathless. Slowly, I turned her to face the table and pushed her down over it. Seeing my name on her back, her pussy wet and waiting for me, made me hard as fuck. I nudged her legs farther apart, then leaned over her, my lips brushing her ear. “Do you want me, wife?”

  “Yes. God, yes.”

  I gripped her hip and ground my cock against her ass. “Are you sure? I’m feeling a little possessive and out of control. Can you handle it? Think you can handle anything I give you today?”

  “You’d never hurt me, Tex. I trust you completely.”

  I leaned back, lined up my cock with her slit, and plunged deep. She cried out as I went balls deep, her wet pussy welcoming me. I didn’t think I had it in me to be gentle. I tried to take her slow and easy, but after a few strokes I was slamming into her. Watching her ass jiggle with every thrust just made me burn for her even more. I took her hard and deep, driving into her again and aga
in.

  I slipped my hand between her legs and toyed with her clit. It was already hard and begging for attention. It only took a few swipes of that little bud before she was screaming out my name and coating my cock with her cream. I kept pounding into her, not stopping until I’d shot my cum inside her. And still I kept thrusting.

  “I love feeling you wrapped around my cock,” I said. “I could just stay inside you all damn day, and I’d die a happy man.”

  I finally withdrew but pressed a hand to her back, holding her in place against the table. My cum trickled down her thighs, and I scooped it up with my fingers, then shoved it back inside her.

  Kalani moaned, so I teased her a little. When I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, they were slick with our mingled release. My heart hammered as I thought about what I was going to do next, and hoped it didn’t freak her the hell out. I spread her ass cheeks and teased her tight hole with my slick fingers. Her breath caught audibly and every muscle went tight, but soon she was relaxing and making the sweetest sounds.

  I worked my finger inside her, trying to take things slow and give her time to adjust. Her body flushed a rosy pink as I added a second finger, stroking them in and out. Her ass wiggled a little, and I could tell she liked what I was doing. I reached into my pocket with my free hand and pulled out the small bottle of lube I’d brought. I squirted some against the tight ring of muscles, working it in with my fingers. As much as I wanted to be inside her, I didn’t want to hurt her. I added a third finger, and when I thought she was ready, I withdrew the digits and slicked my cock with the lube.

  “Ready, sweetheart?”

  She nodded.

  I pressed the head of my cock against her tight entrance and slowly pressed inside. “Push out, baby.”

  She relaxed more and the head of my cock popped through the tight muscles, making me groan at how fucking fantastic she felt. I eased inside her, not stopping until she’d taken every inch. My muscles strained and sweat dripped down my spine at the effort it took to not pound into her ass, taking what I wanted. Slow and steady, I tried to make it just as good for her as it was for me.

  “Houston, I want more,” she begged in a breathy voice.

  With a growl, I gripped her hips tight and started thrusting deeper. Watching my dick disappear into her ass just made me even fucking harder. Seeing that tight little hole stretched around my shaft made my inner caveman want to roar. Soon, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I slammed my dick into her ass again and again, not stopping even when I started to come.

  “You like that, baby?” I asked. “You like me pounding my cum into your ass?”

  She moaned. “God, Houston. I’m so close.”

  I played with her clit, my cock stroking in and out of her ass, until she screamed out my name. She clenched down on my dick until I nearly saw stars. When her orgasm started to ebb, I pulled free and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of my cum leaking out of both her pussy and her ass.

  I swatted her ass cheek, leaving a slightly pink handprint on her skin. Then I turned her to face me. “You are something else, sweetheart.”

  Kalani reached up to kiss me. “I love you,” she whispered against my lips.

  I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest. I’d wondered if she felt that way, but neither of us had said the words before. “I love you too, sweetheart. So damn much.”

  “We should get back to the party,” she said. “They might be looking for us.”

  “Wait here,” I said, kissing her quickly. Then I stepped into the adjoining bathroom to wash up. She was still standing where I’d left her when I returned a minute later. I lifted her up and set her down on the table, moving between her spread thighs. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

  She cried out as I filled her again.

  I had everything I’d ever wanted, and what I’d never known I needed. Kalani had my heart, owned me body and soul. I kept her in Church until we were both so satisfied we could hardly walk, then we joined the others, only to find the party all but deserted. Ryker and Laken were talking to Flicker.

  I got a chin lift from Ryker on our way past. “Your daughter went home with Torch,” he said. “He said he’d bring her by in the morning.”

  I smiled down at my wife. “Looks like we get the house to ourselves tonight.”

  “Can’t imagine what we’ll do to fill the time.”

  I swatted her ass, then took her home, where I made her scream my name all night long.

  Harley Wylde

  Short. Erotic. Sweet.

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