Jabba’s Journey (Iron Howlers MC #2)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Jabba

We toss a few more ideas around and the consensus is that the three women will work at enhancing the wards currently around both clubhouses, as well as our businesses. We’ll increase patrols and ensure that the humans who work for us stay safe. It’s not outside of the realm of possibility for the unknown enemy to use our employees in such a way that it would force us to react.

First and foremost, they’ll be creating talismans that anyone patrolling can wear without fear of losing it if shifting, as well as the two little girls. I may not be fully in the know where the two of them are concerned, but there’s something unique about both of them and even if I can’t put my finger on the reason why, they must be protected at all costs.

Finally, Cyrus bangs his gavel and says, “Let’s grab something to eat.”

“Who’s cooking?” Prowler asks while rubbing his belly.

“The prospects have burgers and dogs on the grill, and they also picked up some premade salads,” Cyrus advises. “If it were both full clubs, we’d have steaks and ribs, of course, but this’ll do.”

We all laugh, which I suspect was his intention as we head out of our meeting room. Electra’s fingers are laced with mine and I find that despite the disparity in our size, she fits just right.

“Come with me for a few minutes,” I whisper to Electra. When she nods, I take her to my room. No, it’s now going to be our room and I’m fucking grateful that I never brought one of the club girls inside and tainted it with their perfume. Some wolves don’t have a problem with other women in their dens, but it always bothered me, so if I had to scratch an itch, I used one of the social rooms downstairs and kept my individual space untouched.

“What’s going on, Jabba?” she asks once we’re inside and the door is closed.

“I know you smelled Queenie on me earlier. I could sense your distress, but I want to explain what happened.”

“Okay,” she drawls out. “And just to say, yes, I did smell her on you, and it rankled me because it wasn’t too long after you mate claimed me.”

I shake my head, and run my hand across the back of my neck as I come up with the words to explain the run in I had in the hallway with Queenie. “Nymph, I was running to get changed before everyone got here for our meeting and literally crashed into her. It was nothing more than that, I promise.”

“She tried to make it seem like it was more than that,” Electra says once I’ve finished explaining what happened.

“When?”

“When we were in the kitchen going over our books, she said something that was a bit… bitchy. Harmony calmed me down and told me I needed to talk to you about it instead of flying off the handle. Since we have bigger issues that are apparently coming, I shelved it, but I’m glad you brought it up so we could clear the air. I know she was just trying to stir up trouble. I’m… I’m not the most experienced person out there, Jabba, and for a few minutes, I bought the lies she was trying to sell.” Pride swamps me when I realize she’s comfortable enough with me to find her voice and give me the truth, instead of what she thinks I want to hear.

“Thank you for that, Electra. I’ll always want you to tell me how you’re feeling. I mean, I know I’ll be able to feel it through our bond, but any encounters you have with any of them where they try to rattle you, I want to know as soon as you’re able to tell me.”

“I will, I promise,” she replies. “So, we can talk to each other in our heads, huh? That was a bit unexpected, but I can see where it will come in handy.”

I chuckle at how she’s changing the subject. She’s clever, my little water witch, that’s for sure, and I look forward to learning everything there is to know about her. “Come on, Nymph, let’s go eat. You’re going to need your strength for later.”

“Oh, really?” she teases. I love how happy and free she sounds right now. It’s much different to the confused, scared woman who woke up in my bed when she was first brought to the clubhouse for protection.

“Definitely. Earlier was to make sure everyone stayed safe. Later is for us, and I plan to take my time with you.”

“I’m looking forward to that,” she admits, smiling shyly at me as I take her hand in mine once again.

“Uncle Jabba! Will you swing me and Sage?” Jazzy asks, having come over to where I’m sitting with Electra. “You’re the only one who can do both of us at the same time!”

I chuckle because with my height, my arm span is greater than most of the brothers and the two girls love swinging on the playset that the brothers built for them years ago. It’s been expanded and added on to as they’ve grown, of course, but they always return to the swings. Makes me wonder if they both have some kind of spiritual connection to the sky.

“Come on, girls,” I say, standing and then grabbing each of them, one under each of my arms before I stalk over to the playground. I laugh when I see them pick their favorite swing. It’s never deviated and even when it’s just Jazzy playing by herself, she doesn’t use Sage’s swing.

Once they’re settled and holding on, I start pushing. “Higher, Uncle Jabba!” Sage demands, giggling.

There’s something that loosens inside of me at their sheer joy. Suddenly, I can see myself with several pups, Electra by my side and the thought has me grinning like a lunatic. I’ve always had paternal instincts, but I never thought I’d have the possibility of having a pup of my own… in my head, I’d always be the fun, Uncle Jabba.

“What’s on your mind?” Electra asks as the girls shriek and giggle over our heads as they pump their feet.

“Just thinking about us, our future, and the pups we’ll have some day,” I admit. I watch a light blush cross her face and raise my brow.

“The Goddess showed me what my life would be like with you as well as without you. I hope you want more than one,” she teases. “Because I think we’re going to end up with a house full.” Her face pinkens and it makes me wonder just what, exactly, the Goddess showed her to have her blushing so hard.

“That’d be a blessing, don’t you think?”

“I felt just like that when it was shown to me,” she confesses, sending me a blinding smile.

“Do you think they’ll have your smile, Electra?”

“Maybe? I hope any boys will be tall and brawny like you,” she says.

“I hope any girls we have are as beautiful as their mother,” I rebut, liking the sound of it.

“Yeah. Well, I pray to the goddess that any boys we have get your dimples.” When she says this, I feel my cheeks heat from the compliment.

Right now, we’ve got a mutual admiration society going on and it almost feels as though we’re the only two around. Instead, as the giggles and shrieks of the girls intrude on my thoughts, I tune in and can also hear everyone else talking and laughing.

This is what it’s all about, I think. Family.

As we make our way to the room we’re now sharing, the prospects’ having moved Electra’s things there while we were outside, I marvel at how Harmony’s vision has changed my life. My mate is perfect for me in every way, and I can say that confidently even not knowing her all that well. Once we’re inside, I close and lock the door then give Electra a heated stare.

“Come here, Nymph,” I instruct, waggling my finger between us.

She sashays over to stand in front of me, a smile playing on her lips as she looks up at me. “Yes?” she all but purrs. “Did you need something?”

“You.”

Reaching down, I pull her into my arms so she’s forced to wrap her delectable legs around my waist then crash my lips onto hers. Long, extremely pleasurable minutes pass as I take my time exploring every nook and cranny in her mouth until we’re both left panting and breathless.

Somehow, I manage to carry us to the bed without tripping or falling, and gently set her on top before I settle in next to her. Right now, I’m grateful that I’m a shifter; we don’t tend to get wrapped up in bullshit things like humans do when it pertains to sexual encounters. Thankfully, our immune systems don’t allow us to be contaminated by any transmitted diseases, however, pregnancy is a possibility, but we usually leave that to fate on if it’s the right time for conception or not.

“Jabba,” she whispers, her hand reaching out to cup my cheek. “I think you promised me something earlier.” I did promise her something, but now that we’re here, I want to change things up a little, map out her body, and become intimately aware of every square inch of her.

I chuckle at her exuberance as I lean in and nip her bottom lip, which is just one of many things about her that entice me almost to the point of madness. “You are the star of my everyday fantasy, Electra. I can’t think of anything but you and this since you came into my life.”

“Fuck, Jabba. You’ve got a golden tongue,” she compliments, reaching out for me.

“Never had that before meeting you,” I proclaim.

“Don’t change, Jabba. I like that there is special stuff meant for only us.”

“Pretty set in my ways, Electra,” I reply. “Now, enough talking, Nymph, and just feel.”

It doesn’t take me long to strip both of us down and seeing her sprawled out on my bed the way she is has my cock as hard as a steel pipe. Her whimpers and pleas for me to hurry have me grinning as I take both her hands in one of mine and raise them above her head.

“Just.” Kiss. “Feel.” Kiss. “Understand me?”

I watch as a shiver has her body undulating on the bed and can smell her arousal as it permeates the room. The heady essence has me almost salivating, especially when I remember it’s all for me.

The unwanted one.

The gawky one.

The bullied one.

Shaking those thoughts from my head since they have no place in bed with me and my mate, I ask, “Now, what should I do next?”