“Like the color of your eyes, or the sharp shape of your jaw, it was all there, all you when we met. I love you for you.” I breathe before I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Okay, and maybe because of your magnificent dick and the way you know how to use it.”
His head falls back and laughter booms out.
He locks eyes with me and shakes no slowly. “That’s what I mean, sweetness. You think you’re the lucky one, but in fact it’s me.”
Bark, the best man, growls behind Ronin. “Fucking emotional day. I swear, if I live through this shit I deserve a fucking medal or two.”
We both glare and he gives us two palms up. “Just ignore me and get that shit over with. We all need beer, or at least, I do.”
Ronin turns and takes my head into his hands. “My childhood wasn’t a happy one. I didn’t have a warm, loving, happy family. When I was a kid, playing outside with a ball, it went through the window. Shattered the thing on impact and knocked over a vase inside the living room. My father came outside, my mother was yanking his arm, trying to save me once again, from his wrath. Useless like always. He sliced me across the face with a piece of glass. Told me that was for destroying the window. Sliced again because I broke the vase. Gave me one more so I would remember to never fuck up. With an asshole father I didn’t exactly want to be a father myself. Nor did I think I would know love or had something to give in return. Because I never experienced any of it. But as it turns out, I might be a selfish bastard, because when I laid eyes on you I wanted everything. Shit didn’t seem complicated or unrealistic. With you by my side I fucking know I…”
I don’t give him another chance to say anything more. My lips take his as I keep murmuring, “Yes, yes,” against his mouth.
“Call it, pastor. Pronounce that shit so they can run off to make babies.” Bark groans, making everyone laugh as the pastor says the words.
Ronin swoops me off my feet, not even faltering between kisses. It’s what he does, taking the lead and knowing blindly how to handle anything life throws at him. We both have scars; either inside, outside, or both…we complete each other. And for the first time, I’m not afraid to look backward or forward while dreaming about a future. Because with Ronin by my side, I have everything I ever wanted.
EPILOGUE
Twelve years later
***Ronin***
“Quick, get your ass upstairs. We’ve got a few minutes and I can make it real good,” I tell her and pull her away from the kitchen counter where she was making sandwiches.
Anouk giggles and glances out the window.
I smack her ass. “Come on, woman, stop watching the kids, you’re wasting precious seconds. Ones that I can use to slide my cock through those perfect breasts while I finger that sweet cunt of yours.”
She yelps and rushes up the stairs. Obviously I couldn’t keep living with my Old Lady in a room at the clubhouse. So we bought a house that was big enough for all of us. Meaning us and our two sons, Denny who’s eleven, and Isaac who’s eight. Both boys are outside, playing some ball.
Gives us time to…
I pin her against the bedroom door after I’ve flipped the lock. She’s wearing a bright blue dress that shows off her curves perfectly.
“You’ve been teasing me all fucking morning with this dress. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
She fucking hums. “I knew you’d like it when I saw it at the store last week.”
Guiding her toward the bed, I peel off the dress and find out she’s fucking naked underneath.
“Fuck,” I growl.
She hums again. “Was counting on it.”
She lies down and I grab her knees and pull them apart roughly before I bury my face against her cunt. Her hands fly up into my hair as she pulls me close. Don’t worry, sweetheart, no place I’d rather be right now.
One hand is on her tits that are made for my hands to worship. These days we treasure every damn minute we can find to enjoy each other’s bodies. During the day it’s harder than at night when the boys are sleeping. But I guess it’s the thrill to escape, the edge that enthralls the both of us.
But to be honest, there’s never been one dull moment since she came into my life. We’ve grown into a solid front together, one who can handle anything life throws at us, while enjoying every damn second of it.
I nip her clit and she shivers in my hands. I can taste she’s close already. I slide a finger inside her and pump slowly while I suck on her clit. Her sexy moans make the blood inside me rush to my cock, thickening it and making the fucker painfully hard.
My hair is almost being yanked out when Anouk screams my name as her cum flows into my mouth. It’s as if I’m getting drunk on her taste, my whole body reacts to her, needing more. One taste is never enough. Anouk seems to have a different opinion when she tugs at my hair, wanting my body to move over hers.
“What is it, sweetness? What do you want?” I croak.
A moan slips over her strawberry lips when I keep sliding a finger in and out of her cunt that’s all puffy and red from the attention I’m giving it. “You mentioned something about your dick and my tits.”
A smile spreads across my face. That’s my woman, never afraid to ask for what she wants.
“That so?” I tell her before straddling her. “Grab your tits for me, sweetness, give my cock everything you have to offer.”
My fingertips craze her clit, making her gasp. Sliding my hand over her cunt, taking the wetness I need to lube my cock, before I start to slide between her tits. Falling into a rhythm where my hips have the same one as the fingers that pump inside her. We’re both staring at my cock, her breasts…her head falls back, groaning in pleasure when I feel her clamp down on my fingers.
I wait until her body goes slack before I fist my cock, just a few tugs before hot waves of cum jet out all over her breasts, neck, and mouth. It’s everywhere. I fucking love this visual and the sweet feeling of euphoria that pulses through my whole body.
Except it’s cut short by the sound of glass shattering. I jump off the bed and into my sweats before I rush down the stairs. I come to a stop in the kitchen where the football is lying with glass shattered all over the floor.
I hear crying from outside and my heart is about to fly out of my chest. Rushing through the living room, I open the sliding doors and see Denny hugging Isaac, who’s crying like there’s no tomorrow.
I drop to my knees and take both boys into my arms. “Fucking scared the shit out of me, boys. Are you hurt? You didn’t go inside, did you? Are you bleeding?”
“It’s okay, guys. These things happen. It was an accident, it’s not like you guys kicked the glass in on purpose. A few inches to the left and the ball would have hit the wall and you guys would still be playing. It’s just glass, we can get it fixed, right daddy?” Anouk’s gentle voice takes some of the panic from me, yet I still can’t manage to give her some words in return.
Her hand grips my shoulder as she places a kiss on all of our heads. “How about you get a prospect over here to clean up the kitchen and someone to fix the window while we go out and grab something to eat at the diner across town?”
I pull back and watch two tear stained faces. That’s how kids are. Fear and shock, parents to tell them when it’s an accident. To show what the fuck can happen, when it’s your fault, and when it’s not. To show you it’s okay, to do what’s right. We learn from the history of our past to give our kids the knowledge we have for them to evolve.
Standing up, I rustle their hair. “Hear that, boys? We’re going for hamburgers! Who’s hungry?”
Tiny smiles appear before they launch at the both of us, screaming, “Group hug.”
That’s something Anouk taught them ever since they were old enough. Shit, when Denny was three, all he could say was group hug. It was his solution to everything. Looking over my shoulder at the shattered window and then back to my kids, I’m thankful we learn from everything in life that sculpts us into the person we were meant to b
e, or who we don’t want to become, to prevent the past from tainting the future.
I glance at my Old Lady, there are tears in her eyes but the brightest of smiles on her face. As if she’s holding the world and yet she’s my whole world. What more can a person ask for right? So, fuck yeah. Group hug.
THE END
Lost Valkyries MC is a short story series where each biker gets their own standalone story told, next up in this series will be “Bark”.
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