Chapter 19
Asher
Two weeks later, as we were dancing in the middle of the clubhouse, I asked, “Need you to clarify something for me, okay?”
She looked up at me and nodded, “Okay, what?”
“That day when we had the party, and you called me Pres. What the fuck was wrong?” I asked her and then watched as her cheeks turned pink.
She tried to hide her face from me by burying it in my chest, but I decided that wasn’t going to work for me, which was why I moved my hand from her back and lifted her chin.
“Tell me,” I whispered
She sighed, “I had a dream about you.”
I lifted a brow, “Oh, what was I doing in this dream?”
“You were going down on me, then you were kissing me, telling me you loved me, then right as you were going to put your cock inside of me, my alarm went off. And I was embarrassed.”
“So that’s what was going on that night I sat outside your house,” I told her.
She gasped, “Wait, you were there that night?”
I nodded, “I was.”
One delicate brow lifted, “Why?”
“Couldn’t sleep. And I had a feeling. Needed to be there in case some dumb motherfucker thought it was okay to climb through your window.”
That was when she chuckled, “And what’s your excuse for now? Seeing as you didn’t think it was a good idea to sleep with the bedroom window open.”
I winked down at her, “You got me now. Any motherfucker who is dumb enough to try to break into this house, he’ll be one less dumb motherfucker of this world.”
She threw her head back and laughed.
Just then, as I reveled in the sound of her laughter, I caught Trigger, who jerked up his chin.
Then the chords to our song started playing, and with my entire world in my arms, I lowered my head and sang to her.
Tears that had been glistening in her eyes slowly began to trickle down her cheeks.
With that soft smile of hers, I would start wars over and not blink an eye.
***
We were out looking at wedding dresses, and she kept secretly caressing my dick.
“Behave,” I whispered as I tugged at her lobe with my teeth.
She smiled, “Now, where’s the fun in that?”
And with that, she took a picture of us in the window we had just passed.
“Freaking amazing.” She said as she stared at it.
I grinned, “Yeah, you.”
I crowded into her space, my hand going to the side of her neck, my other hand wrapping around her body, pulling her close to me.
Staring down into her eyes as she stared up into mine.
The moment was so profound that neither one of us paid attention to the woman who had stopped and stared at us.
Both of us were in our own little world.
“I love you, Chloe.”
She smiled, “I love you too, Asher.”
“Well, now I see why you never texted me back and blocked me. You like it younger. Do I need to go have surgery performed and reattached my hymen.”
I didn’t give the bitch a moment of my time, and neither did Chloe.
She winked up at me, tagged my hand, and then pulled me right along with her.
And just like that, I was powerless.
She held all the power, and it would be a cold day in hell before I ever denied it.
After the last place we visited, when she would let me see the dress she chose, we ended up at the clubhouse.
She was at the bar ordering a drink, and I had seen a hint of that thong when her shirt rose, showing everyone and their brother that perfect skin on her lower back.
That just wouldn’t do.
Therefore, I got up, stalked over to her, crowded into her back, leaned in, and whispered against her neck, “Tell me.”
The scent of buttercream, vanilla, and strawberries wafted up through my senses.
Her voice was husky when she whispered, “Tell you what?”
I smiled against her skin, “Oh, is that how you want to play this?”
She shrugged, “I have no clue what you're talking about.”
I chuckled, “Is that right? So, you mean I didn’t see you slip on my favorite color over your perfect little pussy?”
I felt her shiver against me.
“You’ll just have to wait and see,” she said as she winked.
I growled until I heard, “Uh, Pres?”
I winked at Chloe and then looked at Trigger, “Yeah?”
“Think you and Chloe should go take care of that problem you have. Having a hard-on on the bike ain’t too comfortable.”
Chloe threw her head back and laughed, when she stopped, her eyes were twinkling, “Told you not to get worked up.”
I shrugged. “A little pain on the bike over making sure my woman knows how I feel. Give me all the pain.”
She giggled, then carried her drink to the table.
I pressed a kiss to her lips and then headed out to my bike with my brothers, thinking of everything I could to get my dick to go down.
Which had me cursing the fucker, and the brothers who were riding with me laughing their asses off.
I had just caught sight of Pagan finishing his sandwich, and when he opened his mouth, and I saw that food there, yeah, that did it.
Chloe
And yes, my man gave me my whole wedding.
Everything I could have ever dreamed of and more.
Then the moment happened.
The two prospects the club had voted on opened the white fabric and revealed me on my father’s arm.
That was when I saw him.
I saw my forever.
The man I’ve wanted the entire time I’ve been on this earth.
And I couldn’t wait to live the rest of my life forever with him.
My father looked down at me, and I looked up at him, then he lowered his head and whispered, “He might be a bad son of a bitch. But if he’s any man at all, he’s going to shed a tear or two when you walk toward him. He doesn’t, I’ll kick his ass.”
I snickered, then whispered back, I’d have all my money on you.”
Then, as the wedding march started, we headed up the aisle.
And my father was right. I smiled as I watched my big badass president of a one percent motorcycle club bring his hand up and wipe away a tear... or two from his eyes.
“Damn, I can’t kick his ass.”
I smiled, and then I winked at Asher.
My love. My life.
Once Powers announced, I now pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Asher Samuel Hendrix’s, my husband wrapped an arm around my waist and dipped me backward, I wrapped my hand around his bicep and pressed my lips to his.
It was perfect. Utterly perfect.
His tongue tangled with mine in a heated passion.
When he pulled his lips away, I winked, and then I said, “So, I hope you're ready for dirty diapers.”
He froze in helping me back up.
And I hoped, like all get out, that the photographer Asher had hired.
Then I watched as my husband smiled, huge.
However, somehow, in the blink of an eye, I was up in his arms.
My arms went around his shoulders, my face pressed into his neck, and when he shouted, “My wife is making me a dad again. Fuck yes.”
Everyone gasped, then clapped, and I giggled.
There, in the middle of the back courtyard, as our song played over the speakers, I sang to my husband, “I will work for you 'til my hands are tired and bleedin'. I know what it is from us I'm needin’; I will work for you.”
Then, I watched a tear fall from the corner of his eye. I grinned, reached my hand up, and wiped the tear away, and then I licked it off my thumb.
And I also finally found out the meaning behind the necklace he had given me on my eighteenth birthday. It was to tell me, even back then, that I was his light in the darkness, his calm in a storm.
That night, he caressed my belly after he made slow, sweet love to me.
And I fell asleep to my husband singing our song to our babies, who were currently the size of raspberries.
Asher
The past seven months have been nothing short of a whirlwind.
Chloe had me gagging for her body every minute of every day. There was nothing more beautiful than seeing her with my child nestled in her body.
Chloe had finally given in and told me what was wrong with Stella, and it killed me, but there was nothing I could do for her.
And that broke my heart.
I couldn’t fix it. Well, I could.
I could kill the bitch Kyrian was married to, make sure his kid stayed safe, and then kidnap Kyrian.
Hmmm....
***
Chloe was asleep in our bed at the clubhouse, and this run had to happen.
We needed to help a woman and her three kids escape a polygamy situation.
I was strapping what I needed on my bike when Whit walked over and said, “You going to tell Chloe?”
I shook my head, “Nah, tell her after. She doesn’t need the stress right now.”
Whit shared a look with Pipe, Coal, Irish, Stoney, Rome, Gravel, and Hippie.
Then, they all either shook their heads or chuckled.
But it was Stoney who muttered, “You’re fucking up, boyo. But I am all here for the fireworks. And the ass-kicking she’s about to give you.”
I scoffed, “My woman loves me. She’s not going to kick my ass.”
Famous last words.
I really should have heeded their advice.
I really fucking should have.
Because seven hours later, after we all got shot at by the dumbass son of a bitch, we dropped the woman and her three kids off with Powers at the Mississippi state line, so they could go to their next destination when we pulled into the clubhouse.
As I dismounted from my bike, it was to see my woman with her arms crossed over her pregnant belly, tapping her foot.
“You motherfucking lying piece of shit,” she screamed at me.
I held my hands up, “Doll Baby, let me...”
She snarled, “Go to hell, Asher. I woke up, and you were nowhere to be freaking found. Nowhere. I needed help getting out of bed. In case you missed the memo, I’m as big as a flipping house.”
She took in a breath and continued before I could get a word out, “You promised me that I came first. That me and your kiddos came first. You're lucky that I was able to finagle my way off the bed before I peed myself. And just for that, your butt is on the couch tonight.”
“Doll Baby, I know, and I’m sorry. It was time sensitive.” I told her, and it was.
Her eyes flashed, and immediately, I knew that was the wrong thing to say.
She growled, “Time sensitive?” her chest was rising and falling rapidly, “Time. Sensitive? It was time-sensitive over an hour ago when we were supposed to be at our doctor’s appointment to make sure the twins were in the proper placement for delivery. It was time-sensitive for us to be there so we could ensure they were healthy. It was time sensitive for us to go over our birth plan.”
Fuck.
Me.
I ran my hand through my hair and muttered, “Shit.”
The brother’s eyes were on me, and I knew they were all smirking.
Stoney piped up then, “We tried to warn him, mama. He didn’t think you would be mad.”
She glared, “Then y’all should have forced him to postpone this time-sensitive matter for four hours. You all knew that we had an appointment today. It was written on the freaking calendar so y’all wouldn’t be interrupting him on important matters. Are y’all trying to tell me that the birth of our daughters isn’t important?”
None of them spoke.
Chloe growled, then stomped into the clubhouse.
Knowing her mood, I hauled my ass after her.
My brothers followed suit.
When the door opened, it was for everyone to hear, “If you’re not a brother, get the fuck out of this clubhouse. If you’re a club girl, enjoy your freaking night off and go have some fun. Consequences be damned.”
Fuck.
Shit.
Pres.
“Chloe, Darlin’, don’t be like that,” Trigger held his hands up.
Chloe spun on her heel, her arms crossed over her very pregnant belly, and she lifted a brow. “If Mama isn’t happy. Then nobody is happy. Get the fuck over it.”
Yeah, she was pissed.
She was madder than hell.
Her temper showed it.
Her decisions showed it.
But it was the curse word that fell from her lips that told that truth.
Slowly, with my hands up, I walked to her and then carefully wrapped her in my arms.
“I’m so sorry, Doll Baby. But there was a woman who was being beaten, and she already miscarried three kids. She couldn’t go through anymore. And she needed to be here for the three kids she already had. We had one opportunity to get them out. I’m sorry. I love you.”
She huffed, then said, “I love you too, you inconsiderate jackass. Your ass is still on the couch tonight.”
And with that, she moved away from me and left the clubhouse.
Trigger asked in a low tone, “Since she’s gone, think we can call the club girls back?”
But apparently, it wasn’t low enough for my woman not to hear it, “If you call the club girls back here, every single one of you will also be caught off from Kitty Korner for a freaking week. Don’t. Test. Me.”
Every single one of the brothers winced.
Which was why I asked, “Why didn’t y’all try harder?”
And yes, that night, I slept on the fucking couch.
My daughter walked out of my house snickering.
But thankfully, my woman didn’t sleep that well if I wasn’t in bed next to her.
And yes, to show how very sorry I was, I gave her a back massage and a foot massage.
She was asleep for all of three hours when she woke me up.
And two hours later, she was hooked up to monitors.
My woman told every single person we encountered, “When you're ready to pop, but the babies are being stubborn, get a back and foot massage from your man. It works wonders.”