The Fallon Brothers: Chance
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“I’ll fucking give you some hot and dirty action once I lock you in my room and spank your ass for what you just suggested my sister needs.”
“Okay,” I answer breathlessly.
Because how else could I reply when he goes all growly with the promise of amazing sex? But he is right about Naomi. She needs a few days to herself. A couple of days ago she walked into my clinic when I was about to close up. Her eyes were all red and puffy. She told me how Jace cheated on her and how he has been, even before they got married.
And to think she found out because her “so called friend” told her since the damn “so called friend” was the one screwing her husband. The bitch had freaking videos and pictures to wave in Naomi’s face for crying out loud.
I brought her home and needless to say, Dustin went over to kick Jace’s ass again, and throw him out of the house Naomi owned. Thank gosh they had a prenup. But she didn’t want to go back to that house, so now she’s living with us until she’s caught her breath.
Good thing we bought that large house a couple of months ago. There’s lots of space for all of us and it’s only twenty minutes from the clubhouse and around thirty minutes from work, making it the perfect spot for the both of us. But it’s also nice to have a room at the clubhouse where we can spend time together alone now that Naomi is living with us for the time being.
But we’re making it work. And I have a feeling we will always make it work. And when I lay my cheek against his back as the bike roars underneath us. It gives me a little thrill to know Dustin will always take lead and together we will handle everything life throws our way.
For now, I get to enjoy the wind rushing past us and friends waiting for us at the clubhouse. After the long ride, Dustin parks and pats my leg, indicating he wants me to get off first. We stroll into the clubhouse and I hear Dustin curse underneath his breath and I watch how a smile tugs his lips as he shakes his head.
I follow his line of sight and burst out in laughter. “Is she kidding me? That’s why she needed Dreamer?”
There’s a thick, fluffy, blue blanket on the floor where Dreamer is lying right next to Aspen who is shooting me a grin. Her son and Mira’s daughter are lying on the blanket in their white pajamas covered with red spots while Dreamer is wearing a shark outfit.
“Very creative,” I compliment, making Dreamer aware of our arrival.
He carefully gets up and heads for Dustin and I, giving us licks and expecting to be petted in return. After some snuggles, he heads back to the blanket and plunks back down next to Aspen, allowing me to head for the bar.
After a long day at work I feel like putting my feet up and having some spiked coffee. Dustin made sure there’s Baileys available just for me and this is also why the prospect behind the bar is already making me some before I have a chance to ask for anything.
Every time I walk into this clubhouse it feels like coming home. The only ones I had in my life was my mother until she died, and after that there only was my father. Yes, I had friendships with Dustin’s sisters but this is way different now. Dustin made a huge impact on my life and not only brought me happiness but surrounded me with good people.
And his four sisters have been nagging us to get married. Even his mother pointed her fork in his direction last Sunday during supper and asked when she was going to get a grandchild.
And when I look at the two babies on the blanket, it seems these bikers like to see their old ladies pregnant. But not us. Not yet. Future stuff for sure. Right now, we’re enjoying the time we have together. Those are the exact words Dustin gave his mother.
I love how we are on the same page with these important things and this also shows how good we fit together. And I have to say, I would like to explore all these important things with Dustin...when the time comes.
“I have tried to talk her out of it,” Kinney grumbles as he steps out of church, Kier and Nics behind him.
“Same here, but Mira thought it was too cute so we kinda had no choice,” Kier grumbles.
Mira stalks into the room. “Oh, shush. You were laughing your ass off when you saw them.”
Kier shrugs. “I didn’t deny it was funny.”
The prospect slides my coffee in front of me and I take it into both hands to bring it to my face. I take a deep breath and relish in the scent and my surroundings. After a hard day at work, I’m privileged to get home to this. Great company, an amazing man who adores me, and our weirdo dog who likes to dress-up and entertain.
Nothing’s perfect, and yet it’s my kinda perfect. Something I hope to enjoy and experience for a long time to come.
EPILOGUE
Nine years later
— Chance —
“We have to save it!” Melody’s little voice is filled with despair.
“Nu-uh. You have to save me and kill it.”
Melody shakes her head. “Mommy says we always need to try and save all animals.”
A snort rings out followed by, “Pretty sure she doesn’t mean all animals. Not those suckers. I’ve heard her scream for daddy all the time.”
“You’re not allowed to say suckers,” Melody scolds.
I’m done listening in on our kids and step inside the living room, Vi following close behind me. DJ snatches the two cups Melody is holding—probably to scoop up and save the spider—and presses them against his chest while proudly stating, “Look, I have boobies.”
Melody smacks her forehead with the palm of her hand and huffs while I snort a laugh.
Vi sighs behind me and mutters, “Oh, for Pete’s sake.”
She stalks toward DJ and snatches the cups from his hands while she glares at me like it’s all my fault. Though I’m pretty sure it is since Nics did the same thing last week when we brought the kids along for the barbecue at the clubhouse.
“Okay, that’s enough. Where’s the spider, Melody?” Vi asks and glances around and so do I.
Melody points into a direction and when I see that sucker, it’s Vi who screams my name.
Dammit. After all those years it never gets old to hear her scream for me. No matter the situation, it’s always my name falling from her sweet and delicious lips. Talk about ego-stroking. I damn well love that woman.
I stalk closer and take the cups from her hands. My son wasn’t kidding. Vi hates spiders and although she’s all for saving the animals, it’s these insects she likes to avoid completely.
“Why don’t you take the kids and get them ready? Kier will be here any minute to pick them up. I’ll handle the spider.”
Vi nods as if her life depends on it and quickly takes the kids out of the room. When I have the spider, I place it outside at the same time Kier drives up. He’s picking the kids up for a sleepover party. Jumping out of the SUV he nods in greeting at me since he has little time to brace with my two kids barging at him.
“You two rascals ready? We have to hurry ’cause Mira put cookies in the oven and I’m pretty sure they’re almost done,” Kier says and the kids hurry as if their asses are on fire.
Vi strolls to the SUV. “Hey, Kier. Tell Mira I said hi.”
I stalk to the other side of the SUV and we both make sure the kids are buckled in and get our kiss goodbye. We’re picking them up in the morning, or whenever Mira calls since the kids sometimes want to stay a little longer.
Vi slowly turns and heads back into the house. I follow and close the door behind me. She’s standing in the hallway, arms crossed over her chest, glaring at me.
“What?” I ask, trying like hell to keep my smile at bay. “I didn’t kill it. I placed the spider outside. We’re all about saving the animals in this house, so be kind to me too.”
“I have boobies. Really?” she says and I can see her smile and hear it in her words.
“I know,” I huskily answer both her question and enjoy the vision before me where she is pushing those amazing breasts up due to her arms being crossed underneath them.
Not giving her a chance to give me words, I slide my finger
s to her nape and drag her closer to cover my mouth with hers. Her arms instantly sneak around my neck while my hands go down to her ass. I fucking love her lush ass.
Lifting her up, I walk into the living room and place her on her feet near the couch. I take my time devouring her mouth. My hands make fast work of undressing myself while she does the same.
Eventually we break the kiss and I spin her around to push her over the couch. The move makes that fine ass pop into the air. My hand lands on one cheek. Her yelp along with the sight of my handprint burning her skin is making my dick twitch with anticipation.
“I fucking love you,” I murmur.
She throws me a look over her shoulder. “I love you too, now hurry.”
I smack her other cheek. “Don’t ever make me hurry. We will always make time to enjoy every damn second.”
Palming myself I easily slide up and down the lips of her pussy and push in to bury myself deep into her hot and tight body, making the both of us groan.
Heaven. Fucking heaven within my reach and I’m the only one who gets to enjoy it. Well, my woman right along with me but that goes without saying. Years behind us where we’ve only grown closer and years ahead of us to enjoy what we have built for the rest of our lives.
I grip her hips and fall into a rhythm where the both of us chase our orgasm. In this position where I’m allowed deeper inside her I won’t last long. And the way she’s gripping my cock, demanding surrender, there’s only mere seconds left. Her moans, my grunts, it’s music to our fucking life-tune.
I let one of my hands sneak down to find her clit and the few small circles are the right pressure she needs to light up, taking me along for the orgasm-ride with it. She goes, I follow and vice versa. We’re a team, connected as one, enjoying life as one; shit won’t ever get better than this.
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