I close my eyes as we travel down the dark country roads. I think about how Fury claimed they needed my help tonight at the bar.
The asshole was playing matchmaker.
As I curl closer to Bates, inhaling the leather of his cut, I can’t help but be grateful that he did. No telling how long we would have danced around each other and avoided each other. Possibly until it was too late. That would have been truly tragic.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
BRENTLEE
The knocking on the door is forceful. I look over at Bates, who is completely comatose. I grab his t-shirt from the night before and throw it on over my naked body. Once we came home, we alternated between fucking and making love until the sun came up.
I glance at the clock and groan when I realize Stella will be waking any second, then the pounding on the front door begins again. I rush over to it, opening it without thought.
Standing in front of me are two uniformed police officers. I squeak at the sight of them. Honestly, I expected it to be Kentlee with coffee and a knowing smile, here for all the dirty details of Bates and my reunion. I did not, however, expect two uniformed officers of the law.
“Ma’am,” one says with a grin as his eyes slowly travel the length of my body.
“Can I help you?” I ask, running my fingers through my ratted, matted hair.
Hair I know Bates spent most of the morning tangling with his strong fingers.
“We’re here about your husband, ma’am,” the other officer says. My eyes widen before I nod and step aside, letting them into the house.
“The fuck is goin’ on here?” Bates growls as he walks from the hall into the living area.
He’s shirtless, wearing his jeans, zipped but unbuttoned at the top, and I know he’s not wearing boxers underneath. I lick my lips at the sight of him.
“We’re here to talk to Mrs. Corbin about her husband,” one of the officers says, his eyes narrowing on Bates.
“What about that douchebag?” Bates grunts.
“Uh… we’re sorry to inform you that Mr. Corbin’s body was found yesterday afternoon. We’ve just identified him,” the younger of the two officers says.
I gasp in feigned shock and hold my hand over my lips. Afraid the truth will shine on my face.
“Where was he?” Bates grunts.
“A popular area known for…”
“Billy,” the other officer interrupts.
“We’ll need you to come down to the station when you can and give an interview. We understand you two were estranged, but it’s just a formality,” the older officer advises.
“Okay, I’ll come down this afternoon,” I murmur.
The police officers leave and I turn to Bates who is smiling.
“What did you guys do?” I ask.
“We put him where all the pros and druggies deal, in a hotel room filled with so much jizz and fingerprints they’d never figure a fuckin’ thing out,” he chuckles.
“You can’t be serious.” I wrinkle my nose and he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me into his chest.
“They found him anywhere else, baby, and you’d be a prime suspect. I couldn’t have that,” he murmurs as his nose slides alongside mine. I sigh and melt against him.
“Wha happen?” Stella asks, rubbing her little eyes.
“Nothing, sweet girl,” I say before I pick her up and hold her in my arms.
“My girls,” Bates murmurs before he plants a kiss on my forehead and then Stella’s.
Bates calls Kentlee over to watch Stella while he takes me to the police station to answer their questions. Luckily I’m not a suspect at all, thanks to Bates and the club. Then, we spend the day together, something we haven’t done in what feels like months, and it’s lovely.
Bates and I cuddle in the grass and watch Stella play in the dirt, something she would have never been allowed to do with Scotty. I lean my head against Bates’ shoulder and sigh.
“You happy, babe?” he asks as his hand plays with the end of my hair.
“Yeah, I am,” I sigh.
“But?” he prods.
“Our road has been so damn rough. I’m afraid at what’s going to be thrown at us next,” I admit.
“Look at me, tigritsa,” he commands.
I tip my head back to look into his eyes.
“Nothing will be thrown at us that we can’t handle. Our road has been bumpy as hell, but honest to fuck, baby, I’ve never been happier than I am with you right now. If I would’a kept you when I was eighteen, I wouldn’t appreciate you for the woman you are. I would have taken you for granted, and, baby, you would hate me. I was not an easy man to love all these years.”
“I was a spoiled brat princess before Scotty,” I admit. He chuckles and places a soft kiss on my nose.
“Yeah, we’ll get you back there again,” he grins. I shake my head.
“I don’t ever want to be that way again. I cut my sister from being Maid of Honor because Missy talked me into it, told me Kent was too fat to be next to me, that she’d ruin my pictures. Then, when my parents were so awful to her, I didn’t defend her. She’s never done a damn thing wrong and she was treated so horribly, and I’m one of the people who was horrible to her,” I admit, that weight finally being lifted from my shoulders.
“Missy is a cunt. I never liked that bitch. She was so jealous of your relationship with Kent, she always tried to put a wedge between you. I’m sure Scotty was doing his own manipulating on that whole wedding shit, too. I can’t answer for you standing up to your parents. I think you were young and scared. You were getting married and didn’t want to rock the boat. You still lived at home, for fuck’s sake.”
I’m grateful that he’s giving me an out for feeling so guilty, but it doesn’t erase my shame, and it doesn’t erase my actions. I turn away from him and stare at the grass on my left as I pick at it with my fingers.
“You feel badly, baby, then apologize. LeeLee is one of the sweetest women I know; she’ll forgive you verbally, even if her actions prove that she’s already forgiven you in her heart.”
“I wouldn’t forgive me,” I admit, letting out a breath.
“Wouldn’t you?” he asks, wrapping his fingers around my thigh and gently squeezing. I look up and he’s smirking down at me. “You forgave me, and I was a fucking prick more than once.”
“But I love you,” I say. Then, suddenly, it all clicks together.
“And LeeLee loves you, babe.”
I grin up at him, finally feeling freer and lighter than I have in years. My sister loves me, she’ll forgive me, and like Bates said, she probably already has. I still need to truly apologize for my behavior in the past.
I can’t change the way I acted, the way I tried to exclude my sister from my wedding. I can’t change the way I just let our parents say such horrible things to her without standing up to them. But I can apologize and ask for forgiveness.
Kentlee already has moved on. She’s healed from the hurts of our past; she’s dealt with our parent’s dismissal and betrayal. She’s so much stronger than I ever could be, and her life is that much more beautiful for it.
SNIPER
The last thing I want to do tonight is go into work. The next to last thing I want to do tonight is leave both Brent and Stella home alone. But I gotta make sure the brothers didn’t trash the place too badly last night, and I have to get everything set up for tonight.
A regular night at the club is just as chaotic and hectic as a night where the whole fucking MC comes over.
Brentlee is in the kitchen making dinner, some meat thing she stuffs into bell peppers. I do not fucking understand that shit, but she likes it, so I’ll try it.
I walk into the room and see her mixing the raw meat with her bare hands. I take it as my opportunity to fuck with her a bit.
I slide up behind her and wrap my hands around her stomach, thrusting my hips into her gorgeous ass.
“Bates,” she hisses.
I ignore her as I gent
ly caress her neck with my cheek, letting my beard rub against her skin. She shudders beneath me.
I let one of my hands drift between her legs while the other one slides up and under her shirt, cupping her tit. I pinch her nipple over her bra at the same time I apply pressure where her clit is beneath her jean shorts.
“Stella,” she moans.
“Napping. Come to the bedroom and fuck me,” I murmur into her ear. She shivers, which only makes me grin.
“Dinner,” she protests. It’s weak as fuck.
“Come on, tigritsa, I want you to ride me. I have a taste for watching those pretty tits bounce,” I grunt, pinching her nipple even harder through the thin fabric.
“Okay,” she whispers. I let her go so that she can wash the raw meat from her hands.
I watch her ass sway as she goes to the sink. Every single curve on the woman makes my dick hard. I used to love her lithe body, but nothing could have prepared me for the curves she now sports.
Though still slight compared to some, she’s got more than she did when she was a girl, and to be honest, I’d like to see some more added. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
“C’mon, baby,” I growl, holding my hand out.
I tug her into the bedroom and waste no time locking the door behind us. “Strip,” I order as I begin to take my own clothes off, tossing them around the room.
Brentlee quickly sheds her clothing, and she’s only seconds behind me on the bed, crawling up my thighs faster than I’ve ever seen her move in my life.
I moan when I feel her hot mouth close around my cock, and she sucks me in deep. I wrap her ponytail around my hand, twice, and hold her movements still before I start to thrust my hips, fucking her mouth from below her.
When her hand travels between her legs, I almost come down her throat. Instead, I pull her head up and order her to crawl up my body.
I need in her hot pussy.
I need to feel her wrap around me, squeeze me—own me.
I line my cock up against her wet core and groan as she slowly slides down on me, enveloping my whole dick with her wet heat. She shakes slightly, but she doesn’t move.
I don’t want her to, either.
Not yet.
I slide my hands up her sides and gently cup her breasts. Feeling their weight in my big hands, loving how soft she feels against my rough, calluses.
“Bates,” she murmurs. It’s breathy and soft—so fuckin’ sweet, too.
“Ride me, Brentlee baby. Show me how good I make you feel,” I rasp.
Her moan fills the air as she slowly begins to ride my cock. I never urge her faster, I don’t even move my hips. I place one thumb on her clit and pinch her tits with my other hand, but she’s in control of this. She’s the one who controls my orgasm today.
I grind my teeth together, clenching my jaw as my whole body tightens. Fuck, she’s a sight to see above me. Her head thrown back in pleasure, her hands resting on my thighs, and her tits bouncing with each fall down on my cock.
I can feel her pussy swelling, contracting around me, and I know she’s close. She lifts her head slightly and her furrowed brows catch my eye.
“You okay, baby?” I ask trying to keep my shit together, knowing I could blow at any second.
“I’m so close, Bates, so damn close,” she whimpers. It kills me. I want her to combust around me.
I take my hand off of her tit and bring my fingers to my mouth, wetting them before I slide them between the cheeks of her ass and gently massage her back entrance. She gasps, but not in anger—in pleasure. She whimpers as I work my fingers into her tight ass.
I begin to slowly fuck her ass with my fingers while her pussy fucks my cock. In seconds, she starts to buck harder, her heavy breathing filling the room. Then she cries out as her pussy clamps down around my cock, holding me in.
I take the opportunity to fuck her from underneath. My fingers firmly planted in her gorgeous ass. It only takes me a few pumps into her tight swollen pussy before I fill her with my release. She collapses on my chest seconds later, and I remove my fingers from her, but keep my dick in its home—in her cunt.
“I’m sorry I won’t be home until the morning,” I mutter into her sweat soaked neck.
“You leave me this satisfied and breathless every time, I won’t mind you going to work,” she chuckles above me. Unfortunately, I lose her heat at the motion.
“Does it bother you? Me managing the club?” I ask, unsure why I’m suddenly worried about her thoughts and feelings on the matter. She lifts her head and rests her chin on my chest.
“It really should,” she admits with a smirk. “But it doesn’t. I know you’re coming home to me.”
“Do you? Do you really know that?” I ask, tucking some wild strands of hair behind her ear.
“I’m trying to convince myself,” she says with a shy smile as she bites her bottom lip.
“I’ll prove it to you, Brentlee. I’m yours and you’re mine. No man will ever touch you but me. No woman will ever touch me but you. It’ll take time for you to trust me, and that’s okay. We have all the time in the fuckin’ world, babe.” I smile up at her and she returns it, with a much bigger smile than before.
“I love you, Bates,” she whispers.
“Always have, always will love you, tigritsa,” I say. I lift up and take her lips with my own, sucking on them, nipping at them, and worshiping them as they deserve.
My tigritsa.
The woman who has always owned my heart in a way that there would never be anything for anybody else. She’s finally all mine, and I’m going to do my absolute damnedest to keep her happy. Anything in my power to make her smile at me, every day, that’s what I’ll do for her. My honey-eyed dream.
Chapter Thirty
BRENTLEE
If I could pinch myself, I would.
This life of mine seems more like a dream than a reality. I’ll take it with a smile, and I won’t look back. It’s been the best week of my life.
Bates and I are finally more comfortable with where we are in our relationship. Without the looming threat of Scotty constantly hovering above us, it feels lighter than ever.
I feel lighter than ever.
I spent all yesterday morning inventorying the bar and ordering more alcohol, but unfortunately, I have to work tonight. The room is charged and the men are wired. It must be a full moon out, because it feels off.
Everything feels off—I feel off.
“The Cartel was not happy with that last shipment, claimin’ shit was missin’,” I overhear Buck tell Vault as he takes a shot of whiskey.
“I’m tired of dealing with these shady, fuckin’ bastards. First the Aryans, and now these pricks. I wish we were done with the whole lot of them. Do you think it could be the Canadian brothers?” Vault grumbles.
I turn my back to them and take a deep breath. The groups they’ve mentioned, I’m not an idiot, I know who they are and that they’re dangerous as hell.
I can’t believe that Bates and the whole club are mixed up with people like that. I shake my head at my dumb self.
I knew they weren’t selling girl scout cookies to make ends meet. I knew they were criminals; I guess I didn’t realize how lawless they really were.
I decide to take a moment to myself, so I walk into the liquor storage just to breathe for a moment. There’s too much smoke and noise and people to even think, let alone to wrap my head around what kind of men these really are in this building.
“You know you won’t last long. He’ll come back to me when you can’t satisfy him anymore. You’re nothing but a blip,” Star says from the doorway. She continues to walk inside and close the door behind her.
“That’s why he’s come back to me more than once?” I ask, lifting a brow.
“He’s got some teenage obsession with you. Once he gets his fill, he’ll be gone,” she shrugs as she looks down at her nails, seemingly bored. I can tell by the quiver in her voice she’s anything but.
“Why do you wan
t him so badly?” I ask, switching tactics.
I want this bitch away from the door so I can bolt. She’s coo-coo fucking crazy, and I want away from her—like, now.
“Because I’ve put in my time, dammit. I want to be an Old Lady. I want to be branded, and Bates is the one who will do it,” she announces.
My eyes widen in surprise. She thinks—a clubwhore actually thinks any of those guys out in that room are going to want to marry her. She’s been with almost every single one of them. This can’t be news to her that she’s nothing but a toy to them. She can’t be that delusional.
“You know that’s never going to happen, right?” I blurt out.
“Bates likes to share. He’s the only one who it could be,” she screams.
All right. She’s completely crazy.
“Bates doesn’t share me,” I admit stepping to the side, hoping I can get over enough to knock her over and get free of the President of Crazy Town.
“He’ll get bored of you soon. He has needs,”
I snort, unable to hold back. He has needs, all right, and I know exactly what they are. What they aren’t is crazyville over here.
“He could. When he does, I’ll make sure he comes right over to you,” I say sweetly.
“Don’t patronize me,” she barks. I’m surprised by her word. It’s a big one, and she used it correctly.
I don’t know what to say, or how to say it in order to get out of this situation, so we stare at each other. A standoff of sorts. I have the man that she wants.
The man that she thinks is going to save her from whatever demons she’s got swimming around inside her head. She doesn’t know the first thing about Bates. She thinks this is all sex.
It’s not.
Sure, the sex is fantastic, but Bates and I… we’re so much more than two bodies meeting. We’re two souls meeting—two hearts.
A knock on the door and a grumble of a muffled voice makes me sigh. My savior, whoever that might be. A man mixed up in shady shit, but I’d take the whole room of them over this crazy person standing in front of me.
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