Chapter Seven
B raelynn
New Years Eve
I look over my shoulder at the full-length mirror in Legend's bedroom, smoothing down the back of my little black dress. Legend insisted I needed it for the New Year’s Eve party we’re going to tonight at the clubhouse. I turn to the side, taking in how it hugs my curves in all the right places and makes me feel sexy for the first time since Ryder was born.
“Damn, baby,” Legend's voice rumbles from behind me.
I catch his reflection in the mirror as he approaches, his eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. “You look fucking incredible.”
I spin around to face him, a smile playing on my lips. “You clean up pretty well yourself, handsome.” And he does.
Legend's wearing dark jeans and a black button-down shirt, his leather cut hanging open over it. He’s trimmed up his beard, and his hair is styled in that perfectly messy way that makes me want to run my fingers through it.
He pulls me close, his hands resting on my hips. “We could stay home.” His brows waggle.
As tempting as that sounds, Kierra and her twin, Sierra, put a lot of work into planning the party, and it would be really rude to blow it off.
I shake my head. “As much as I love that idea, I want to go. It's our first New Year's together, and I want to celebrate with you and the club.”
Legend grins, leaning in to kiss me softly. “You’re right.”
“I like the sound of that.” I grin against his lips.
A cry from the other room interrupts our moment, and I sigh. “I'll get him.”
“Nah, I got it,” Legend offers, already heading towards Ryder's room. “You finish getting ready.”
I watch him go, my heart feeling like it could burst.
Over the past week, he’s thrown himself into fatherhood with a dedication that I never expected.
He gets up for the late-night feedings, doesn’t shy away from changing dirty diapers, and does all the other stuff in between.
I apply the final coat of Rocket-Fire Red lipstick just as Legend returns with Ryder in his arms. My lips turn up as I take them both in.
Pete and Re-Pete. I chuckle at the thought.
“You like playing dress-up with him, don’t you?” I point between the two of them. Our son is dressed in a onesie that says My First New Year's with the little leather cut over it that his daddy got him for Christmas.
My man cocks a brow. “Babe.”
I roll my eyes at him, then soften my face for my baby boy. “Look at my handsome boy,” I coo, pulling him into my arms. “Are you ready to party, little man?”
Ryder gurgles in response, his tiny fist reaching for my earring. I laugh as I gently move his hand away. “I'll take that as a yes.”
“You look beautiful, baby.”
“Thanks.”
“Are we ready to head out?”
I look around the room for anything I might have forgotten. Diaper bag—check. Extra clothes in case Ry has an accident—check. “Yeah, I think we’ve got everything.”
As we drive to the clubhouse, I think about the hopes I have for the New Year. Last year, I was alone and pregnant, working two dead-end jobs to make ends meet. And now, I'm sitting next to the man I love, our son safely buckled in the back seat, heading to a New Year's party to celebrate with our family, which happens to be outlaw bikers.
When we arrive, the clubhouse is already hopping with people. Legend helps me out of the SUV, his hand on the small of my back as we make our way inside.
“Legend! Braelynn!” Kierra calls out the second she spots us. In all her badass glory, she sashays over and starts cooing at Ryder. “It’s only been a few days since I saw him last, but I swear he’s grown a foot,” she gushes. “Can I hold him?”
I smile, handing Ryder over carefully. “Of course.”
Legend wraps an arm around my waist. “You good?” he asks, his voice low in my ear.
I nod, leaning into him. “Yeah, I'm good.”
As the night wears on, I find myself relaxing. That probably has a lot to do with the fact that Legend is never too far away.
We dance, we laugh. He throws back a few beers while I sip on soda, and even without the buzz, I'm riding high.
When I look up and see there’s only an hour until the ball drops, I decide to head upstairs to check on Ryder. “Babe,” I whisper, trying not to interrupt the conversation he’s having with Thorn, but not wanting to take off without him knowing where I went either.
“Yeah?” He looks down at me.
“I’m gonna go look in on Ry.”
He starts to set his beer down like he’s going to go with me, but I shake my head. “Stay and chat, babe. I’ll only be a minute.” I smile.
His eyes soften. “You sure?”
“Positive.” I peck a quick kiss on his lips and head up the stairs to the nursery the girls set up for tonight. It’s a little wild how many babies have been born in the last few years.
“Hey,” Candy, one of the club girls, whispers when she sees me poke my head around the doorframe. “How’s the party?”
“Loud.” I chuckle softly as I step into the room, going to the crib Ry’s and peek over the railing. He’s out like a light.
There are several cribs set up for all the babies, and the older kids are lying on their bellies watching a cartoon with a big blue monster and a green guy with a big eye. All of them just as content as can be. Whoever set all this stuff up had a great idea. Knowing he’s up here safe has put me at ease.
“He's been an angel,” Candy says softly from beside me.
I lean over and brush a soft kiss on his forehead. “Thanks for watching him.”
She waves off my thanks. “It's no problem at all.” Part of me wonders if she prefers being up here with the kids.
Seeing that my little guy’s in good hands, I kiss his head one more time and head back downstairs to the main room.
When I hit the bottom step, I spot Legend by the bar, deep in conversation with Viper and a few of the others. It’s been enlightening to see him interact with these guys. I’ve always known he was a biker, but our relationship before never allowed for me to see this side of him.
As if sensing me watching him, he looks up, and his eyes come straight to mine. I smile as he excuses himself from the conversation and makes his way over to me.
“Everything okay?” he asks, his hand automatically finding its place on my lower back.
I nod, smiling up at him. “Everything's perfect.”
“You sure?” His eyes are probing, but he doesn’t have to worry.
“I never thought I'd have this,” I admit softly.
His arms tighten around me. “Have what?”
I lift my head to look at him. “This. You. A family. People who care about me. I spent so much of my life feeling alone, and now...” The words trail off. Thinking about my past; always having no-one to take my back is hard.
“And now you're stuck with me,” Legend finishes, a smirk playing on his lips even when the look in his eyes says he’s dead serious.
“I think I can live with that,” I tell him truthfully as I lift up onto my tiptoes to press my lips to his. He deepens the kiss and I lose myself in it, in him.
When we finally pull apart, we're both breathless.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine. “You keep kissing me like that, and we're gonna have to find somewhere private.”
My teeth find purchase in my bottom lip. That doesn’t sound like a threat to me.
“Fuck.” He pulls back and looks around, for what, I have no idea, but he must finally decide on something because in the next instant he’s linking his fingers in mine and dragging me towards the stairs.
“Where are we going?” I laugh.
“My old room.”
“Legend!” I laugh louder.
“Shh,” he shushes me playfully. “Don't want to wake the kids.”
Yeah, that would not be good.
Hand in hand, we tiptoe past the nursery and into a room at the end of the hallway. As he closes the door behind us, I look around, taking everything in. There’s a twin bed, a nightstand, and a dresser. It's not much, but it's surprisingly clean.
“Your old room, huh?” I ask, turning to face him.
Legend nods, his eyes locked onto mine. “Spent many a night here back in the day before everyone settled down.”
I raise an eyebrow. “And how many women have you brought up here?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “None that mattered, baby.”
Lifting up on my tiptoes, I loop my arms around his neck. “Good answer,” I whisper, pulling him down for a kiss.
His hands find my waist, lifting me effortlessly as he deepens the kiss. I lock my legs around him, reveling in the feel of his strong body pressed against mine.
God, I need him.
Legend walks over to the bed and gently lays me down without breaking our connection. His hands begin to roam over my body. If he doesn’t touch me where I need him to soon, I just might die.
I rip my mouth from his. “Please, baby.”
“Please what?” he asks, his lips grinning against my flesh as he trails kisses down my neck, making me shiver with anticipation.
“I need you,” I whimper.
He flexes his hips, and I can feel his desire pressing against me.
“What do you need from me, baby? Tell me.”
“Touch me. Please!”
“Good girl,” he growls, lifting onto his elbow, his eyes locked onto mine as he slides his hand under the hem of my little black dress. “You're so fucking beautiful, Brae,” he murmurs as his fingers trace the edge of my panties torturously slow.
“More,” I beg, gasping when he slips his hand underneath, finding me already wet for him. A low groan escapes him as he pulls away, going up onto his knees.
In one rough shove, he pushes the bottom of my dress up around my hips, exposing me. “I need to taste you,” he growls, his voice thick.
“Yes.” I nod rapidly. He needs to put his mouth on me before I lose my damn mind.
Slipping his fingers under the elastic of my panties, he slides them down my legs and over my heels.
“Spread your legs and show me my pussy,” he demands.
I open them wide and prop myself up on my elbows, watching as he lowers his head between my thighs.
The first touch of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I let out a soft moan. That’s all the encouragement he needs as he begins to feast, exploring every inch of me.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, the tension building, my body coiling tight. I tangle my fingers in his hair and tip my hips.
Jesus, his tongue is magic.
“Nico,” I gasp for breath. “I'm close.”
He doubles his efforts, his tongue circling my clit with expert precision, bringing me to the edge.
“Yes!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure washing through my body. His arms go around my hips, holding me still as he continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last drop until I'm left panting and spent.
With hooded eyes and labored breaths, I watch as Legend rises up onto his knees. My eyes follow his every move as his hands work furiously to unbutton his jeans and shove them down enough to free his angry cock.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his length.
“Fuck,” he hisses, falling forward to capture my mouth in a fierce kiss as he positions himself at my entrance. “I need to be inside you, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
“God, yes.”
In one swift thrust, he’s inside me, filling me completely.
I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my body stretching to accommodate him.
Pure. Bliss.
Legend stills, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.
“Fuck, Brae! You feel so fucking good,” he groans before starting to move.
Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him in deeper with every thrust.
“Harder, Nico,” I beg, digging my nails into his back.
My man gives me what I need and drives inside me with renewed force.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“You're mine, Brae,” he growls, his eyes locked onto mine. “All fucking mine.”
I nod, unable to form words as the pleasure builds inside me once again. Reading my body, he reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit.
My head goes back, digging into the mattress from the added stimulation.
I’m so close.
Legend picks up his pace, slamming inside me once, twice, and again. And then I’m there, spiraling over the edge.
Legend groans, his body tensing as he buries himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he comes.
Breathing heavily, we cling to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure until both of us are boneless.
After a few long moments, Legend rolls to the side and pulls my back to his front. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “That tight pussy drained my balls dry.”
I burst out laughing. “Such a romantic.”
“You want romantic?” he asks, sounding a tad bit surprised.
My shoulders shrug. What woman doesn’t?
He turns me around to face him, his eyes searching mine as he brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “I love you, Brae,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity. “I'm never letting you go.”
My heart swells at his words, and I reach up to cup his cheek. “I love you too, Nico.”
His eyes close at my confession. “Don’t deserve you, baby, but I’m a selfish prick, and I’m never giving you up.”
I smile up at him. “You’re crazy.”
“Told you, woman. I’m crazy about you.”
This is true. Glancing over his shoulder to the alarm clock on the nightstand, I note the time. “We should probably head back downstairs,” I suggest. “It’s almost midnight.”
Legend drops another kiss on my lips, then rolls us both out of bed. We make quick work of cleaning up and head back down to the party just in time to join everyone in front of the TV to watch the ball drop in Times Square.
Legend pulls me close as the countdown begins. “Ten... nine... eight...”
I look around at the faces surrounding us: Viper and Kierra, Sparrow and Sierra, Knox and G, Wrath and Harley, Thorn and Oakland. These amazing people who have become family in such a short time.
“Seven... six... five...”
Legend's arm tightens around my waist, and I lean into him, feeling safe and loved.
“Four... three... two...”
I tip my face up to his, our eyes connecting as the final second ticks away.
“One... Happy New Year!”
Legend's lips crash onto mine as cheers erupt around us. The kiss is full of promise for the year ahead. When we finally pull apart, we're both grinning like fools.
“Happy New Year, baby,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down to rest on my ass.
“Happy New Year, babe,” I reply. “I love you.”
Legend's grip on my bottom tightens. “I love you too, baby. More than you know.”