Bullet (BLP Motorcycle Clubs #1)

6. Bullet

I kissed Clear's forehead before closing the door to one of my spare bedrooms. Today was the first day I got to act like a father for a little while, and I'd planned to hold those moments in my heart dearly. My little sweetheart didn't know it yet, but I was about to give her the world.

I walked down the hall and stopped in the entryway of my room. Crystal was ass naked and spread eagle on my bed. My dick bricked up faster than it ever had before. I closed the door behind me and quickly undressed. Once I was done, I climbed onto my bed and dove right between her thick thighs. There was no need to wait any longer to taste her. I'd already waited over four fuckin' years, and I wasn't waiting any longer. Crystal still smelled like freesia, peaches, and ripe plums. Her fragrance intoxicated me like it usually did. I latched on to her wet pussy and sucked that fat peach as sloppy as I could. Daddy was back home.

"Ooh, right there, baby." Crystal gripped my head as she fucked my face.

I gripped her thick thighs, loving the added pressure on my face. My tongue licked around her pussy, seeking every drop of her essence I could. Her legs shook, alerting me that she was about to cum. I sped up my movements until she came down my throat and over my face. Her pelvis moved quicker, giving me everything she had to offer. I lapped faster at her essence, hungrier, because I hadn't had the pleasure of savoring her in a while. I drank from her and smacked on her pussy lips until her body slowed down. When she'd fully relaxed, I climbed up her body, bringing her thick leg with me. I sloppily kissed and sucked her big titties. She wasn't a young woman anymore. Crystal was a fully grown woman. Her body had filled out in all the areas that made me happy, and her never-ending curves were a bonus. God, thank you for this woman.

Our mouths moved as one as I took my time and eased my way inside of her. Crystal seemed to be tighter than a frog's booty hole. She mentioned that she'd only been touched by me, so I understand why she was so tight. However, it felt like a vice grip squeezed the life out of my dick the more I entered her. Her acrylic nails raked across my back, inciting me even more to keep going. I kissed her hard as I pushed all the way through her tight pussy. She squealed, but I masked it with our kiss. I stayed still until she adjusted to my size again, then moved when she tapped my back. First, I gave her slow strokes, getting her back in the groove. Once I felt Crystal fuckin' me back from the bottom, it was go-time.

Her thick leg rested on my shoulder as I dug deep into her. We gazed into each other's eyes as I dicked her down. "I missed you and this bomb ass pussy. What's my name?" I asked, tapping her spot.

"Bulley, baby," she answered.

"Why is it Bulley?"

"'Cause only you beat this pussy up," she cooed with a desperate pant following.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"It's Bulley's pussy," she stated, biting into her lower lip.

"That's right. This is Bulley's pussy, and don't you forget it," I whispered in her ear.

I leaned back and licked up her thick leg, then down it, never missing a stroke. My tongue made wet ellipses on the inner part of her leg, causing Crystal to squirt. I loved that gushy shit. Her essence dripped down my body, marking me as hers and hers only. That made me feral. It was an ego boost to know that I still made her pussy talk. I lowered her leg, then picked up her lower half by her thighs.

"Shit, Bulley, baby," Crystal whined. Her titties bounced around while I delivered quick deep strokes.

I pulled out to the tip of my dick, then pounded back into her. Crystal could no longer take it. Her legs shook again, and her cries of passion filled the room.

"I'm cummin! I'm cummin'!" she bellowed, fuckin' me back and riding out her orgasm. Her tight walls clamped down on me, inciting my own nut to travel with the speed of lightning.

"Fuck! I'm cummin' too!" I voiced. My body moved faster as I coated her walls with my nut. I'd marked her again because she was mine. Mine only.

Our bodies continued to thrust and move together until our orgasms were over. I slowly pulled out of her and then slid behind her. I pulled her body to my chest and inhaled her scent again. "My baby. My love. My heart. I've missed you so much. This is the best night of my life," I expressed, peppering her collarbone with kisses.

Seconds had gone by, and Crystal hadn't responded. I peered over her shoulder, and her light snores filled my ears. Oh, my baby was out. My strokes were still like a lullaby for her. Each one lulled her to sleep after we made love. She was still the same girl after all this time. My heart smiled, and I kissed her temple before I snuggled closer behind her. This really was the greatest night of my life. Tomorrow, I'd make preparations to schedule my life around my girls.

Crystal had my Little Clear for the last four and a half years, so I wanted to give her a break. I suggested she help her mom with her grandfather's things while I took Clear to meet my family and run my errands. She was a little skeptical, but after some oral persuasion, she hopped in my G-Wagon and left with no worries. Before she left, she cleaned Clear well and had her lookin' prettier than a magnolia in May. Clear's hair was so long and curly and styled in two space buns. Crystal had to wrap each one multiple times before the bun was formed. Each one held a light pink bow clip that matched the light pink denim jacket and denim skort set she wore. It was slightly chilly in May, so the white turtleneck and thick white tights she paired with her little set were the perfect touch. I pulled her little black cowgirl boots on her feet, and then we were set to go.

I went out this morning and purchased Clear a booster seat and placed it in my SUV. After she was dressed, I packed her backpack with all the essentials she'd need for the day and tomorrow because I planned on taking Crystal out tonight. I'd already worked it out with Mrs. Views. While we were out, I booked them a one-night stay at the hotel. I planned to fuck Crystal's thick ass all over this house afterward, and I'd get my way. I pulled on my jacket, then hers, and we headed out.

Clear Bear was safely strapped in my SUV, and we were headed to the bank, then my parents next. I usually had my speakers knockin' with some rap music, but today, Gracie's Corner was the vibe. While Gracie sang about eatin' your vegetables, I swerved through the streets and then peered through my rearview mirror. Clear bobbed her little head and played with her doll. She made her dance her on lap, and I thought it was the cutest thing ever. It was crazy how, in less than twenty-four hours in my life, I was more than willing to change my life for this little girl.

Clear would have the best education, lifestyle, and medical care that money could buy. Nothing was off limits for her except if she wanted a pet snake. I didn't play with them shits. When I was a kid, a snake bit me, and luckily, it wasn't poisonous, but I never forgot that moment. I signaled and pulled into the bank parking lot. This was my first errand of the day. I helped Clear out, and we walked into the bank. My eyes roamed over the small family bank until I spotted Debra strolling toward us.

"Morning, Debra. Can you let Paul know I'm here?" I stated.

"Yes, sir," she replied before walking away.

"Thank you." I picked Clear up and placed her on my lap. Together, we played with her doll until Paul walked out and greeted us.

"Morning, Mr. Clips. Who might this little lady be?"

"This is Clear, my daughter." I stood with her in my arms, and he wore a puzzled expression. My chuckle made him relax. "It's a long story. She's the reason I'm here today."

"Understandable. This way then, sir." Paul guided us into his office, where we made ourselves comfortable.

"Alright. I'll get straight to it. I want to add her and her mother to my will. I need a trust fund, and college fund opened for Clear. After that, I need four million dollars transferred into this account. Here's all the information you need."

I removed the folded stationery paper from my pocket. It carried Crystal and Clear's social security numbers, birthdays, and account information. I had Crystal leave all their information before she left.

"Once you're done, I'd like you to give Crystal Views access to all of my accounts."

Paul cleared his throat. "Now, as your personal accountant, I have to ask you, are you sure? This will be a lot of money and access to give someone," he expressed with his hands folded.

"I appreciate your concern, but I know what I'm doing. Crystal isn't just someone. She's my one and only love, the mother of my child, and my soon-to-be wife. Are we on the same page, or do we have a problem?" I sat up and mugged him.

He plastered on his best professional smile to mask the fear that was evident in his eyes. "There's no problem at all, sir. I'm on top of it now."

"Thank you, Paul. I knew you'd see things my way. I'll be by this week to pick up my portfolio with all the necessary paperwork." I stood with Clear, and Paul and I shook hands.

"Have a good day, Mr. Clips. Everything will be completed and processed by next Wednesday. Don't worry about a thing."

I smirked. "I'm not. I pay you too much, and I know where you live. Have a good one."

My baby girl and I left the bank and headed to my parents. I called and told them there was something we needed to talk about. As usual, mama was worried, but I reassured her everything was fine.

Thirty minutes later, I drove down the dirt road and turned into the compound's driveway. The gates closed behind me, and I drove a little longer until I parked behind my parents' car. They didn't drive anywhere, which was why they had a chauffeur. I climbed out and then helped Clear out. She smiled as she walked hand in hand with me. It was early afternoon, and the smell of lunch being prepared was a sign that we had arrived at the right time. Chef Haskins was at it again, and I couldn't wait to see what he cooked up.

Clear looked around the mansion as we exited the foyer and bypassed the living room to head to the sunroom, where my parents waited for us. My heartbeat sped up a bit because I wasn't sure how they would take me having a daughter, but I knew it wouldn't be how Melvin's punk ass treated Clear. We rounded the corner, and Al Green's latest hits album met us before my parents. When we entered the sunroom, my parents were slow danced to the music. I loved their marriage. They seemed so happy and in love even though it was arranged. Pops held my mama from the back while he whispered something in her ear that made her laugh like a schoolgirl. Those two were something else.

I cleared my throat, and they turned and looked at me, then down at Clear. Their smiles morphed into looks of confusion. "Pops and Mama, I'd like you both to meet my daughter, Clear Views Clips. Clear, this is your other grandpa and grandma. These are my parents." I picked up when I felt her little hand squeeze mine. "It's alright, sweetheart. You're safe."

Clear looked at me. "Are they not mean like my other grandpa?" she asked in a soft voice.

"No, sweetheart." I kissed her forehead. We looked back at my parents, and Mama was the first to step up.

"Come here, itty bitty. I'm Grandma Melba. It's so nice to meet you." My mama opened her arms, and Clear went to her. They hugged each other, and my mom wore the biggest smile I'd ever seen.

My pops walked over and stopped in front of them. "Hey, baby girl. I'm your grandpa." He opened his arms, and Clear went to him. Pops held her tight before looking at me. "From your response, I take it that Melvin acted a fool."

I shook my head because that nigga was an embarrassment. "From what Crystal told me, he called her a mutt, and he doesn't want nothing to do with her."

"Fuck, Melvin!" my mama shouted and shrieked right after. "I'm so sorry, baby girl. Grandma said a bad word. Don't say that word, okay?" she asked in a sweet voice before tickling Clear.

"Okay, Grandma," Clear expressed through her laughter.

"Good girl," Mama replied.

"If it weren't for these deals that we're trying to secure, I'd blow his brains out myself. As soon as we're in the green zone, he's going to be dealt with. You can believe that," Pops insisted.

"Like I need anybody tellin' me of people that. Clear, and those deals are why he's still breathing. Until then, I have more to say. Let's take a seat." I placed Clear in a chair next to me, and my parents took the other seats across from us.

Just as I was about to speak, Chef Haskins pushed in a cart with our meal. We dapped each other up before he placed all the dishes on the table before strolling away.

"What's on your mind, son?" Mama probed. She stood and grabbed Clear's plate, taking her time to add everything she wanted.

"After the deals are squared away and Crystal handles what she needs to with her grandpa, I'm going back to Arizona with them. This is my second chance, and I won't miss out again. You all know I've been in love with her since I was a teenager. She's had and raised our child these last four-and-a-half years all by herself. There won't be another year where she has to do that. Now, I'll still run my position and fly into town when I need to, but y'all, this is a move I have to make. Nobody can talk me out of it."

My pops exhaled and nodded. "Out of all my sons, you have always been the most focused and headstrong. Anytime you set your mind to something, you've always followed through with it. That's why I know you will succeed at being a great father. From the look on Clear's little face, I can tell she loves you already."

"She does. That's all Crystal's doing. She talks to Clear about me. There are even pictures of me in her room because she wanted her to know what I looked like. Crystal is a phenomenal woman and an even better mother. I plan to go wherever she goes. She's the gravity to my earth, and no way am I going to give her up."

Mama smiled. "Spoken like a true hopeless romantic. You get that from your daddy, too. I'm going to miss you so much, son, but you're a man, and you have a family to lead. We've raised y'all, and Crystal's parents have done the same. It's time for you two to do the same. I love you, and I know marriage should be on the menu because Crystal deserves a better title than baby mama."

I smirked. "Thank y'all for the blessing. You know me all too well, Mama. That was my last reason for stopping by. I want you all to put me in contact with the family jeweler. I'm shopping for engagement and wedding rings."

Pops nodded with a big grin. "Good sh- I mean good stuff, son. I know we never told you this before, but we have always liked Crystal. She's a good girl in a messed-up family. You don't need it, but I give you my blessing, anyway."

I stood and hugged both of my parents. It felt good to have their blessings and support. I knew they would be slightly worried, but because of the kind of people they were, I knew they would accept Clear with open arms. We said grace before diving into our food. Man, could Clear clean a plate. Apparently, my baby girl didn't play when it came to food. She was every bit of her mama. Once lunch was over, I promised to stop by again soon with Clear. I got the information for our jeweler and left the compound.

Clear and I pulled up and parked in front of my MC. I climbed out and grabbed onto her. She drifted in and out of sleep as I strolled to the door. I entered the code in our pin pad, and the door unlocked.

When we entered, the music was up loud, but it didn't blast from the speakers. Our crew of decorators got the place ready. Tonight was our annual line dance event, and we always expected more people than the year before because it was a night of pure fun amongst my brothers-in-arms. My brothers sat at a table, talking and laughing until they saw me.

"Bullet, whose got damn baby you walkin' around with?" Crome questioned with furrowed brows.

I laughed and took the seat between Armor and Woady. "Brothers, this is your niece, Clear. Crystal's back in town, and I have a daughter."

"Yo' ass is dumb. You just gon' believe her and not get a test, my boy?" Armor probed.

I looked at him, holding in the growl I really wanted to release. "Armor, I don't need a test. She's been gone for over four years. Clear is four. Crystal was already pregnant when she left, but neither of us knew it. Y'all know the way she and I were locked in. This ain't another nigga's baby but mine. She's got my eyes and nose. Thank God she's got her mama looks." I chuckled and looked down at a sleeping Clear.

"If you're one hundred percent sure about this, then I believe you," Woady stated.

"Me too," Crome joined in. "Wake up the little sleeping beauty so I can meet my niece."

"Thanks, brothers. I appreciate that." I looked at Armor. "Speak your mind."

Armor exhaled. "I don't like it. Our families were never meant to mix. That's how it's always been, and that's how it's going to stay in my book. I can't be a part of this."

I nodded. "You got every right to feel that way but let me tell you something. If you deny my daughter now, there will never be another chance for you to come into my life. That goes for anybody else that feels like you, including her bitch ass grandpa."

"What do you mean by that?" Woady probed.

"Melvin doesn't agree with it either. He called my child a mutt. A fuckin' dog."

"That shit got me hot. I can't listen to shit else. That nigga's got me trigger happy, and it's still daylight out," Woady fumed with a mug on his cinnamon-colored face.

Crome set down his bottled beer. "That's some fucked up shit to say about any child. He gon' regret he said that shit," Crome warned with a faraway look in his eyes.

"I don't agree with what he said at all, but I support his stand on us not mingling. We are opps for a reason, and it should stay that way," Armor chimed.

"Armor, stop talking before you make me crash out in front of my daughter."

"I'm speakin' the fuckin' truth. What? Just because she's related to us, does that mean we gotta be cool with the Decatur Devils as well? Naw, fuck that! I hate them bitches. They our opps, and I'm not lettin' shit Diddy Bop us in a relationship with they soft, hatin' asses."

"Armor, yo' ass needs to chill. We can love our niece and get to know her without embracing her other uncles, who are our opps," Woady chimed.

"I agree. You doin' too much just like that nigga, Melvin. This is an innocent child with two grown ass men hatin' her already. Y'all are supposed to love and protect her, yet her own grandpa and uncle despise her. It's embarrassing and sick, to be honest," Crome stated, then sipped his beer.

"Well, I call it like I see it," Armor responded.

"Damn, I thought you, of all people, would be happy, but I see I was wrong. Don't come to me for shit if it ain't pertaining to the business of our company and motorcycle club. If you can't accept my child, then you don't accept me. We are a package deal, including her mama. I plan to marry her one day, and I don't give a fuck how anybody else feels. I refuse to let anybody tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to live my life. So, fuck you and Melvin's bitch ass!" I spat.

"You gon' dismiss yo' own brother, your flesh and blood, for a child you just met!" Armor yelled.

I stood from my seat and smirked. "Every day that ends in 'y'. Crome and Woady, I'll see y'all tonight, and yes, Crystal will be with me."

"She stayin’ with you too?" Woady questioned with a sly grin.

I stood up with Clear in my arms. "Yeah."

Crome laughed. "You back beatin' that pussy up like she never left, huh?"

"I ain't fuckin' with y'all. I'm out, but I'll schedule something later on for you two to come to my house to meet Clear." I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me.

"Sounds good," Crome replied.

"I'm down, but hold on a second," Woady stated.

"What's up?" I probed.

"We got the deal. Sydney has taken the bribe and this dick," he disclosed with a wide grin.

I chuckled at that man. "I almost asked yo' ass who the hell is Sydney, but it's Mayor Bishop. Well, good shit, my boy. Y'all still gon' fuck around?"

He grinned. "Hell yeah! She got that super soaker. I ain't going no damn where. I'ma get her ass pregnant. Watch me work," he boasted.

"You a wild boy, but I'm happy for you. Aight though. I'm out."

I left them in the club, bickering about me. It is what it is. Armor is one more reason I needed to get my family away from here. It was apparent that Melvin and Armor would never change, and they shared the same mindset. Oh well. They could have the hate, greed, and bullshit. I'm moving on to bigger and better.

I leaned against my bike and gawked at my beautiful lady. Crystal walked out of the house lookin' like a sexy ass vixen. Her curls were cut in the style that Meg the Stallion wore her curls in. A red, strapless, bodycon dress molded to her thick body and revealed every curve she had to offer. Her body shimmered from the glitter in her body oil, producing a ripe, juicy fruit with a clean musk fragrance. Crystal's black cowgirl hat sat on her thick curls with the black boots to match adorned her feet. She was ready for a night of fun, line dancing, and nasty sex. When she made it to me, I held her jacket open, and she slipped into it and then faced me.

"You look stunning tonight," I complimented.

She grinned. "You think so?"

"Absofuckinlutely. You are definitely the mom I'm going to fuck a hole in the bed with tonight, not to mention you smell so damn edible," I responded and kissed her glossed lips.

"You have a natural talent for saying the sweetest yet nastiest compliments at the same time. How do you do it?" she quizzed as she nuzzled my neck.

I chuckled and held Crystal tighter to me. "How can I not when I have motivation like you in my life?" I pushed my hard dick closer to her, and she laughed.

"You better stop before we end up back in the house."

"Not you threatening me with a good time. Let's go inside. I will never miss a chance to lay between your thighs."

Crystal giggled. "Stop it. We're kid-free and about to have some fun. Okay, Bulley?"

"You're right. Climb aboard, my lady." I helped Crystal onto the back of my bike and then pulled her helmet on. Her hat was secured in my compartment.

Once we were set, I sped away. Crystal gripped me tightly with her head on my back. Nobody could tell me shit. I felt like that nigga. My first love, a bonafide baddie, was on my bike. My bike. With her beauty, brains, and body, she could've been anywhere, but she chose to be in this moment with me. I weaved through the lanes, feeling like I'd just hit the winning pick in the lottery. The way my woman made me feel like a man had me internally beatin' on my chest like that gorilla on the Empire State Building. I refused to allow anybody to ruin this second chance for me. Whoever tried would surely get their shit split.

Minutes later, we pulled up to my club, and I parked in my reserved spot. I helped Crystal down and fixed her hair before I placed her cowgirl hat back on.

An apprehensive look covered her face, and I frowned. "What's wrong, beautiful?"

"I'm a little nervous. I don't know how your brothers will feel with me being here."

"They already know you're coming and looking forward to it. The only one salty is Armor, and if he knows what's good for him, he'll keep his comments to himself. You ain't got shit to worry about because you're here with me. If anybody tries anything, that's they ass. So, in a nutshell, we're going to drink, eat, dance, and leave that other bullshit in the wind, alright?"

"I can do that."

"Good. Now let me see that beautiful smile," I directed. Crystal grinned, then pecked my lips softly. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Let's roll, angel."

I grabbed onto her hand and led her past our security guards and into our motorcycle club. Music filled our ears, and the smell of good food wafted into our noses. All the tables and chairs were pushed to the left side of the room to make space for the dance floor. People were already dancing and celebrating. The party was in full swing. Couples balanced their drinks and plates as they walked to their tables with wide grins. There was a table already reserved for us, so I guided Crystal over to it and then helped her out of her coat.

"What you wanna do first?"

Crystal smiled and moved her waist. "Let's dance, big daddy."

"Yes, ma'am." I removed my stuff and guided her onto the floor.

One of our favorite tracks came on, and together, we performed the line dance. We kicked out and then turned to the side. Crystal's face lit up with joy as she performed the steps like she had never forgotten them. The deejay mixed the song, and it switched to another line dance song. We were all surely in the zone as we performed the dances. The "Dodger Blue" line dance started, and we grooved together. It was a line dance curated after Kendrick Lamar's latest song. The song was smooth, and so were the steps. When the music transitioned into some old-school Chicago Steppers music, that was my chance to feel my woman's body against mine.

"How are you feeling?" I queried, holding her firmly against my chest.

Crystal gazed into my eyes as she danced with arms around me. I was too tall for her to reach my neck, but we made it work like we used to. "I'm good, my love. I thought about being in your arms again for the last four and a half years. I hate that I'm here because Pop Pop is sick, but we're here in this moment together. I'm so grateful, you know." She sniffled and wiped her eyes.

I gently kissed her forehead, followed by both of her cheeks. "You know I understand. When I found out you were gone, I slipped into a deep depression. I became meaner and insufferable. My heart was broken. I'd lost the only woman I'd ever loved, and all for nothing. I eventually got my shit together, but I wasn't the same. I was harder, so love didn't live in me anymore. I didn't want to be anywhere near it if I couldn't have it with you."

"I love your transparency. It was the same way with me. If I couldn't be with you, then I didn't want to be with anybody. It has not been easy at all. I've longed for companionship, but since I couldn't have it, I focused on my life and learned my likes and dislikes again. I'm stronger mentally and emotionally. This time, Bulley, I refuse to walk away from you. I don't care what goes down, just know I'm choosing you over peace."

My large hand cupped the side of her face, and I kissed her hard and hungrily. Crystal gripped my shirt, relinquishing all control to me. My mouth moved over hers, taking hostage of her tongue and heart-shaped lips with me. I pulled her closer to me, remembering the reasons I fell for her in the first place. She was a woman, a mother, the mother of my child, to be exact. I could not have begged for a better partner and, soon, fiancée. We parted ways, and I looked into her eyes. "I got plans for us. Things are already set in stone. In a few weeks, we'll be out of this town."

"But what about your family, businesses, and motorcycle crew? I don't want to be the reason you give up on everything you love."

"You are the reason I'm leaving and so is Clear. I'll work all my businesses long distance, and we'll fly into town when need be. I will always be loyal to my crew, but I choose my family over everybody."

"Spoken like a real macho man. We're doing this thing called life together forever."

"Forever, my love," I echoed, kissing her lips.

Afterward, I spun her out, and Crystal and I danced to a couple more songs before we agreed to drink and eat. Once she was seated, I walked over to the bar. "What up, Xavier. Let me get two Crystal Bullets and four shots of cognac, and I'll take the house platter."

"You got it, Bulley. I see Crystal is back in town." His old ass winked with a sly smirk.

"Yeah, she is. That's my girl."

"It's always been that way but look at your boy in her face." Paul walked away and placed our order.

I turned to see William Cane Jr. smiling in her face like a lovesick fool as if he didn't already have a readymade family at home. Crystal nodded and tried to be polite, but he couldn't take the hint. He set his beer down and then leaned closer to her, which woke up the rage in me. I moved to head toward Crystal when Diamond stepped in front of me as if I weren't already irritated. A solemn look covered her face as she held a red plastic cup in her hand.

"I see Crystal is back in town. Does that mean we stop what we've been doing?"

"That's exactly what that means. You know the rules of the club, and you know what you were gettin' into. I can't hold your hand during this time or cushion the blow. You and everybody else in this town know that Crystal's my heart. What we did was cool, but my heart was back, and I refused to jeopardize that for anyone. Are we on the same page?"

Diamond nodded. "Yeah, we're good. I wanted more, but I get it. You're a good man, Bullet. Take care," she softly stated before switching away. It was never in my nature to break a woman's heart, but I'd break a million hearts for my love.

I stalked over to Crystal and grabbed William Cane Jr. by the back of his neck. "Is there a reason you're at my table, in my lady's face?"

"Fuck, Bullet. You takin' shit the wrong way. I was just speakin' to her and seeing how she's been," William confessed.

"I don't give a fuck. Go ask Shauna how she's doing. She's stuck at home with all five of your kids. Fuck from over here before yo' ass be limpin' home!" I spat and released his goofy ass.

William mugged me as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. "Fuck, you, Bullet. You act like fuckin' own Crystal. You've acted like that since we were teenagers."

Before the remainder of his speech could be revealed, I popped that nigga in his face so hard that he slumped to the floor and didn't move.

"I do own her, bitch, and she owns me, too. Corpse and Bones!" I shouted over the music. Two members of my crew raced over to my side.

"What up, bro?" Corpse responded in a grave tone.

"Get this piece of shit out of here."

"Yes, sir," Bones voiced in a tone even deeper. Together, they picked up William like he was a piece of paper and hauled him out of our club.

I sat down in my seat next to Crystal. She nibbled on her lower lip and looked at me. "I'm sorry, angel. That fool is a pain in my side. Talkin' about he just came to see how you were doin' like I don't know his family, and your family had tried several times in the past to marry you both off. I ain't a damn fool. He thought he was slick, so now his ass is in raccoon land."

Crystal snickered and gently caressed my face. "I'm not upset at you. I just wanted to make sure you were good. I don't give a shit about William. He was a part of my exile. My options were to marry him or be shipped away. I chose to be shipped away because I'd rather love you from a distance than see you hurt because I agreed to marry him. That day at the river, I did choose my family, but before I left, I chose myself and you. No longer will I ever allow somebody to make decisions for my life. William got what he deserved, and it's as simple as that," she explained, gazing into my eyes.

"You are some kind of woman, angel. Thank you for defending me even when I wasn't around. I appreciate your sacrifice for not allowing a potential stepfather into your life to raise our child. If you had, I wouldn't be mad. You had every right to live your life the way you wanted to, but still, I'm thankful you're still single, and we can raise our child together." I kissed her palm, then her lips. She was my baby, and I finally had her back.

"No other man will ever be able to fill your shoes." Crystal leaned forward to kiss my lips again. We parted, and she looked at me. "Who was that woman that looked at you as if she had just lost her best friend or lover?" I released a deep sigh. "Give it to me straight, Bulley."

"You already know I won't lie to you. That was Diamond. She's one of the club's Chokers who kept me company during some lonely nights, but I promise you I made her no commitments. I never told her I loved her or anything. We did what we did, and that was it. That's the truth. How do you feel? You not gon' leave me, are you? Because I can't take that, angel." My heart raced as I anticipated her response.

Crystal looked at me, and my eyes desperately roamed over her beautiful being for my answer. Seconds went by, but they felt like hours. The silence killed me. I looked down at my hands on my thighs, then back at her. I felt like a real piece of shit. Over four years had gone by, and she hadn't allowed one man to touch her. She really was loyal to the bone and loved me unconditionally, so much so that she waited all that time. If she gave me a second chance, I swear I'd prove that I was worth the wait and make her the happiest woman in the world. I could do it. All I needed was another chance. I'd just got her back, and no way could I lose her that damn fast. If I couldn't have her, then I'd burned this damn club to the ground and start the biggest war between us and the Views. I needed my girl. God, please let her see that I needed her more than she needed me.

After minutes had gone by, I'd finally got some action.

Crystal smiled and leaned closer to me. Her hand gently caressed my bearded cheek. "That's all I need to know. Thank you for your honesty and love, and no, I'm not leaving you. You are mine and forever."

"All yours, angel. I swear." We sloppily kissed, me holding on to her for dear life. Crystal was my lifeline, and I could not, no, would not live without her.

We separated when our server delivered our food and drinks. My eyes wandered over the party wings, mini hamburger sliders, seasoned fries, and fruit and veggies platter. This was my favorite platter, and I knew Crystal would like it. I pulled her chair closer to mine, and we took our time feeding each other and laughing in between bites. We enjoyed our shots and drinks and basked in each other's presence.

"I love you, Crystal."

"And I love you, Bulley."

"Prove it."

Her brow raised. "How?"

"However you prefer. That alcohol done hit my system, and I'm feeling real nasty."

She grinned at me. "Nasty, I can do."

Crystal stood from her chair and straddled my lap. I gripped her around her waist and stared into her pretty brown eyes with a lazy smile. She slowly removed my MC vest from my body before slipping into it. It looked damn near her size, but with her next move, I was glad it was big as hell. Crystal snatched down the top of her bodycon dress, and my eyes grew big as saucers at the sight of her titties. My dick was on steel mode.

"You a bad girl, angel." I sat up, and my big body shielded her body from anybody with a view over here, but there was hardly anybody where we sat. There was a reason I chose one of the darkest corners of our club. My hands roamed up her body and stopped at her hefty fun bags.

She gave me a sexy smirk. "That's how you like me. Does this prove I love you?"

"No, ma'am, but it's a start." That was the last thing I said before I motor-boated her titties.

They were warm, heavy, and tasted better than the meal I just consumed. My mouth latched onto her swollen nipples, and she moaned in my ear. Slowly, her body whined against mine, and I released one of her breasts. My hand trailed down her back and gripped her ass. The way she straddled me slightly revealed her cheeks, but nobody could see them. Crystal drove me crazy, dancing on my lap and grinding against my dick. If she didn't stop, I'd prematurely bust in my pants.

"Baby, you got me harder than a bitch. We need to go like now."

She smiled and stood to her feet. Crystal removed her red thong and then took her place on my lap again. "We don't have to leave just yet." She stuffed my mouth with her thong, then unbuckled my belt and removed my hard dick. I bit down on her thong as she took her time and slid down my dick. "I've been cravin' yo' fine ass all night. There wasn't a chance in hell I was gonna wait until we made it home. You like this freaky shit, don't you?" she questioned, bouncing her ass on me. I nodded adamantly. She giggled. "I know you do." Crystal's freaky ass licked up my neck until our mouths met.

Fuck, she had my ass gone. I'd never fucked in a room full of people before, so I loved I got to experience it with her. Crystal squeezed her pussy muscles, and I tensed from the immense pressure.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Bulley. I missed riding your dick." She gripped the sides of my throat and fucked me harder.

My hands gripped her ass cheeks, and I pumped harder and quicker in her as well. Tonight went better than I could ever plan. Every bounce on my lap made my nut rise quicker. There was also no way I could cum before her. I gripped the back of her neck and snatched her to me. The taste of her essence on her thong marinated on my tongue as I fucked her like my life depended on it. Before I knew it, both of us came like dogs in heat. My body worked overtime to bring her thick ass pleasure, and it was a job I'd spend the rest of my life doing.