Chapter 36 RINGO
Iwish I could say the last four weeks have been fucking peaceful, but then I’d just be lying.
We were home for a week and a half before the state went into another fucking lockdown.
Thank fuck it didn’t last too long, although it was nice being trapped on my property with my wife and our family for twelve days, but the shit I’ve had to squeeze into a fucking week has been a logistics nightmare.
There’s been streaming meetings with other chapters. Calls with the Angel sisters and a personal face to face with Ewan and Leo Marx. Not to fucking forget, having to meet with Officer Zimora in private to hand over the hard drive and make sure all of this shit gets swept under the rug.
We sent a big chunk of the money Banes left behind to the seaside town we brought carnage to in South Australia, managing to strike a deal with the Raiders MC so they don’t fucking come gunning for our arses.
We donated some of the money to the Fox Pines Hospital. Anonymously, of course. And some has been sent to the families of our fallen.
Lewy’s been working behind the scenes to get records changed into Abbey’s name regarding her parents’ belongings, while Abbey has been trying to find some extra help for Maggie. Mental help. Something that’s fucking hard to find.
Lewy also has his team of hackers working behind the scenes to remove anything that pops up about the havoc that was caused across the state from everything that happened.
But unfortunately, we can’t control the media, and the local news still mentions the spate of crimes linked to organised crime at least once on the news reports each week.
We managed to spend a day with Lexi and her friends.
All of them were besotted over Bobbi, and some tears were shed when Abbey revealed details of the hard drive, and how her grandfather was linked to all of their suffering.
The moment Rhys found out she and Abbey were cousins, I thought I’d lost my fucking hearing.
That chick can scream louder than anyone I’ve ever fucking met.
But shit. It was emotional as fuck, and I’m glad Rhys had her guys with her, so they could give her the support she needed.
On top of that, I’ve been secretly trying to arrange a little getaway surprise for Abbey’s birthday. The first birthday she’s had in years that will be filled with happiness instead of trauma. And the first of her birthdays with me.
So… we are going on a fucking date.
I, Ringo, President of the Southern Sadists MC, am going on a date with my wife for the first time, and I’m fucking nervous.
I don’t want to fuck it up, mainly because this is something I haven’t done before, so I’m new at this.
Abbey hugs me from behind as we ride, breezing up the freeway, into the city.
Apparently, she’s a big fan of pasta, so I’m taking her to a well-known Italian restaurant that will hopefully have her moaning as I watch her eat.
She was nervous about leaving Bobbi, but my ma, sisters, and Tahli have it all under control, and given Bobbi has been thriving, Abbey doesn’t have anything to worry about.
The restaurant is bustling when we step inside sometime later, slipping out of our leathers just inside the doorway, to reveal nicer clothes.
Abbey blushes up at me when she catches my eyes roaming over her, checking her out, her silky legs very fucking tempting in the sexy red dress she’s wearing that really doesn’t match the cold weather outside.
“Stop,” she hisses, past her smile.
“I’m going to be hard right through the meal,” I mutter, giving her another once over. “No wonder you got dressed in your leathers before coming downstairs. You knew we wouldn’t leave the house, didn’t you?”
She giggles at that, her smile relaxing when the hostess approaches us, and we quickly secure the face masks we’re required to wear unless we are eating.
The hostess leads us to a table in the back half of the restaurant. With social distancing rules in place, all tables directly next to us are empty, and I can’t say I hate that.
It’s nice to have a little privacy and not have to worry about anyone hearing our discussions.
Our food comes out quickly, and we eat and chat quietly together, enjoying this somewhat normal day.
Well… the pandemic shit isn’t fucking normal, but not being fucking chased is.
“Tell me about your first time.” Abbey grins, holding the glass of wine to her lips and taking a sip.
“My first time?” I frown, and she wags her brows, putting her glass down.
“Yeah. Your first time.” She leans closer, speaking quieter, like she doesn’t want anyone to overhear. “When you lost your virginity.”
A laugh bursts from me, and she grins wide.
“Angel, you don’t want to hear about that shitshow. There’s nothing sexy about it.”
“I don’t care about sexy. I just want to know the younger version of you.”
Relaxing back, I rest my elbows on the arms of the chair, debating if this story is something I really want her to know about.
It’s fucking embarrassing, that’s for sure.
I don’t think I’ve even told JD, yet here, with her, I can’t help but want to tell her every fucking minor detail of my life if she wants to know about it.
“Fine,” I rasp, biting back my grin. “But you’re not allowed to laugh or use it against me.”
Her eyes widen. “Ohhh, do tell.”
I snort, taking a sip of my water, before deciding that if there’s anyone worthy of knowing this embarrassing fact about me, it’s her.
“There’s not much to tell, really. Macey was a year above me in school. I was fifteen. We were at her house. Her mum went out for dinner, and we ended up naked on the couch.”
“And?” Abbey nudges for more information.
“And I nearly came in my pants when I touched her bare for the first time, and when we finally got around to the deed, I was basically a two pump chump.”
Abbey’s lips thin.
“Don’t you fucking laugh.” I stab a finger in her direction, and she shakes her head, even as her smile grows wider.
“I swear to fucking God if you laugh, Angel, not only will I never tell you anything like that again, but I’ll take a fucking vow of celibacy for a month.”
She gasps, her mouth dropping open. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me,” I snap, and she stiffens.
I’m fucking lying of course, because as if I can stay away from her, but right now, she doesn’t need to know that.
She stares at me for a long moment, but there’s still amusement tugging at her lips.
“I guess you got in some more practice after that?” Abbey asks, trying not to laugh, and I grin.
“A bit. But none of it mattered until you.”
Her eyes soften. “Same. As far as I’m concerned, it’s only ever been you.”
Fuck.
For her, everything before me was trauma. Even when things were okay between her and Daniel, after finding out he was actually her cousin, what were the good parts are tainted even more.
“It was always meant to be just you and me, Angel.”
“You and me.” She smiles, those eyes flashing from under her dark lashes as she rests her arms on the table and leans forward, giving me a spectacular fucking view of her cleavage.
“Angel…” I rasp, licking my lips as my mind goes straight to wanting to peel that red fabric down and latch onto her ripe nipple.
“Yes, husband?” she purrs, knowing all too fucking well what she’s doing to me.
“There’s this little secluded place we can go to just outside the city…” I grin, my gaze flicking back up to hers to see her lips spread wider.
“There is?” She leans closer, practically squeezing her tits together. “How secluded?”
Fuuuck, her voice is almost sultry, and my cock is hard just thinking about taking her there.
“Very secluded. Only accessible by motorbike. Lots of trees. A high cliff face to block the wind.”
“Oh yeah? What are we going to do there?”
She’s playing a fucking dangerous game. At this rate, I’m not going to be able to walk outta here without people seeing my fucking hard-on.
“Well, to celebrate your birthday, I’m going to lay you out on my ride, reverse style, get those fucking leathers back off you, push that red dress up your thighs and eat you for fucking dessert.”
Her lips part as a breathy little moan slips free, her cheeks flaming with heat I know matches the building inferno between her legs.
“We should go then.” She breathes, and I chuckle.
“I’ll pay the bill.”
She nods, standing quickly. “I’ll just use the ladies room first. Meet you at the entrance?”
“I’ll be waiting.” I wink at her, and she smiles while biting her fucking plump lip, before fitting on her face mask, scooping up her leathers, and hurrying off towards the bathrooms in the back.
Fucking hell, even watching her walk has my cock straining at the sway of her hips.
Maybe I should’ve booked a hotel, but it would’ve been too fucking hard to find something. Most aren’t running in the city, and those that are have been turned into isolation accommodation.
Fuck. This world is fucking crazy.
I ignore the strange looks I get from the other diners as I move through the restaurant, towards the front.
I get it.
I’m a little too rough around the edges to be in a nice place like this, but that’s their fucking problem. Not mine.
I pay for our meal before slipping back into my leathers by the door, waiting for my beautiful wife to join me.
I hope she fucking hurries. I’m starving for her, even though I had her early this morning. I swear I can’t get enough of my Angel, and the idea of fucking her out in the open on my bike is going to tick off one of the hundreds of fantasies I have about my wife.
I can’t fucking wait.