Chapter Eight
Kelley cried out as Crow thrust harder within her. She knew this was not making love. This was cold, hard fucking, and she relished every second of it, moaning his name.
She couldn’t help but close her eyes. They had started making love, facing one another.
She’d stared into his eyes, and the truth was, she was basking in every single second she got with him.
Time was a cruel beast. Christmas was right around the corner.
Then it would be the New Year, and the man she loved more than anything would be gone.
There were so many times she wanted to tell him she loved him. There was also a small part of her that wanted to beg him not to go. She never wanted him to leave. But she couldn’t keep him here, if he didn’t want to stay. And that broke her heart.
He was going to leave her behind, but at least she would have these moments. She didn’t know what she was going to do if she ended up pregnant. They hadn’t been using any protection. Being a mother both terrified and excited her.
She would never dream of selling her child, like her mother did. That was fucking evil. At the same time, she didn’t know what a mother was supposed to be like. What if she by some cruel twist of fate ended up exactly like her mother? She never wanted to have kids if that was the case.
Then another part of her brain told her she would be able to raise a child, because she would care. Her mother didn’t care. All she did was complain about what a pain Kelley was. How she very nearly ruined her body. That she was nothing more than a dead weight.
Kelley pushed all that crap to the back of her mind. There was no room for it today. Not with her time being short. Crow had grabbed her hands and had them pinned at the base of her back. It wasn’t tight, but just comfortable.
She let out a little moan as he pulled all of the way out and then slammed in hard and deep. The sound of his flesh hitting hers filled the room, echoing off the walls. She was never going to forget this.
Suddenly, she felt his fingers sliding between her thighs, and once again he started to tease her clit.
He liked to do this—get her worked up and withhold her orgasm, making her work for it, then he’d stop.
He’d been so cruel the last couple of times, and she was desperate for an orgasm.
Crow stroked her clit, sliding two fingers either side of her nub, working her pussy.
She whimpered his name, and he groaned hers.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me, Kelley.”
She loved when he said her name, and it was like her body belonged to his. She was no longer in control of it. He was the master of her body.
She went crashing right over the edge, screaming his name, begging for more, not wanting him to stop. The pleasure was next level, and it wasn’t anything she could describe. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she relished every second and didn’t want him to stop.
It felt so good. Better than good.
Even as she was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, it didn’t take away from the feel as he let go of her hands, and she had no choice but to place them on the bed. He grabbed her hips tightly and fucked her even harder, going so deep it was almost at the point of pain. She couldn’t stop.
He sent her higher and higher, until she couldn’t think, and then as he came, she was shocked by the force of his orgasm. The kick of his cock as he spilled wave upon wave of his cum deep inside her. It felt so good. And it seemed to go on forever.
She loved that after his orgasm had finished, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face against her neck. This felt like something ... more. They didn’t move, and Kelley didn’t dare say a word as he kissed her neck. His cock was still deep inside her.
“Would you like to go to the clubhouse with me on Christmas Eve?”
She opened her eyes, as she had closed them. “The clubhouse? Don’t you mean the bar?”
“Nah, they’re not opening it this year. They’re having a Christmas Eve celebration. There’s going to be a Santa.”
He’d never invited her to the bar or the clubhouse. Was it wrong of her to get her hopes up?
“Uh, sure, but don’t forget I’m working that day until seven.”
“Yeah, yeah, I remember. Fucking vultures, opening on Christmas Eve.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “There are a lot of people who love to shop on Christmas Eve.”
“Are you one of them?”
“Technically, yes and no. I don’t shop on Christmas Eve, but I am there in the store, helping others shop.”
He tightened his hold around her, and she let out a sigh.
“You’re a pain,” he said, and kissed her neck, sending more pleasure through her body. “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.”
“No, no, I’d love to. It would be kind of cool to see more parts of your world.”
“You see my world, babe. Just go and stand on the open road, and you’ll see my world.”
“Is that what you love?” she asked.
“There’s nothing quite like riding and leaving all your troubles behind. That is the beauty of being on the open road.”
It sounded like a dream, and she couldn’t help but feel a little bad, because she didn’t want to be on the open road. She wanted stability. A life where a man loves her and doesn’t constantly think about life somewhere else.
Is that what Crow would feel—trapped? Living a life with her would make him hate this life. Kelley didn’t want him to feel trapped. She didn’t want him to lose anything he loved, and if that meant she only got to see him twice a year, then that is what it would be. No commitment. No promises.
She would belong to him, but she would not force him to stay with her, even if she was pregnant.
****
Crow stared at Rebel and Brick, along with the few of the guys. They were all staring at him.
“You’re sure about this?” Rebel asked.
“Yeah, of course I’m fucking sure. It’s going to have to be after seven. That is when she gets off work, and then I’ve got to bring her here.” He looked around the room and frowned. “Why the fuck are you all looking at me like that?” he asked, getting more annoyed with every passing second.
“You’re settling down,” Willow said, coming over to the table, carrying mugs of hot chocolate. She had a child at her hip, and another was in the corner playing.
Brick also had a child on his lap, who was coloring from a coloring book, what appeared to be a bunch of Santas on one page.
“And?” he asked.
“Out of everyone here, you have not spent a single night at the clubhouse. You helped build it and all that, but you never stayed the night. This is the first time I think you’ve even stepped foot in this place, and now you’re saying you’re going to marry this girl and you’re sticking around for good,” Willow said.
“The way you put it, it doesn’t exactly sound believable.”
“It sounds believable, but you’ve got to admit the guys are shocked. We’re all quite shocked by this,” she said, taking a seat close to Rebel.
Crow looked between the two. Cathy was not here, and she was the one who had married Brick. He didn’t know what she was doing, because the two were nearly inseparable.
“Yeah, well, people change. Look at you two. You’ve changed, and half of the guys here always said they wouldn’t settle, and yet here they are.” He pointed around the club.
All the guys had been on the open road with him, riding until nothing could touch them. Sometimes looking for trouble, because that was the fun. None of them had wanted a steady job, or a mortgage, or any of that shit.
He had already paid for Kelley’s house outright.
There was no mortgage tying him down, but he couldn’t seem to do it.
Every other year he had known Kelley, he’d been able to get back on his bike and leave.
Sure, he would think about her from time to time.
Call Willow and Rebel to get an update. Sometimes he’d call her, but not as often as he would have liked.
He was not used to caring so much. The club was his life. The open road was his fucking soul.
But, in recent years, and in fact, recent months, the open road had stopped being quite so inviting.
He didn’t want to keep wondering how Kelley was doing. He didn’t want to call Willow to get an update, because he felt like he’d already called Kelley enough times, and she needed a break.
He didn’t want her getting her hopes up, thinking this was going to be more than what it actually was. But the truth was, he was a fucking idiot. He wanted Kelley, more than anything. Riding away each time was getting harder, and he didn’t want to do it anymore.
And the worst thing was, he couldn’t stand the thought of another man earning those smiles Kelley gave him. He couldn’t stand the thought of another man being what he hadn’t been—there, by her side—giving her children and a life.
He had no doubt Kelley had a shit life before he entered it. There was no way he would allow that. The open road stopped looking so good. Now, it looked like a nightmare, and not one he wanted to have anymore.
He liked being with Kelley. He loved picking her up from work, spending nights with her, sharing meals with her, making love and fucking, just doing what people did. Kelley was in his fucking heart, and he didn’t want to lose her.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out the velvet box he had happened to purchase before he came to Creek. He’d been passing through another town that had a jeweler. He’d stopped to take a piss, and that is when he’d seen the engagement ring, just glinting up at him.
The jeweler seemed to be pissing himself with fear.
Probably thinking he was going to steal from him or kill him, either way, he got the ring.
The guy had even offered him a decent discount.
Crow didn’t give a fuck about the price.
He had some money from the jobs they had done over the years.
It was a nice sum as well—something to get them started—and he had a few plans that would help settle them down.
The guys all said roughly the same thing.
“Well, fuck.”
There was nothing that meant business like a ring. This was what he had gotten for Kelley.
“There is one thing I do need to do first,” Crow said. “And I was wondering if you boys would like to take a small trip. I know it’s risky, with the snow, but I think we could be there and back within the day. Hopefully, we won’t get stuck.”
“What do you need?”
“Five years ago, Kelley’s mother sold her to the traffickers we took care of.
” Crow had killed them, and they had handled the bodies.
He also had a guy from the law department who told him they had gotten an anonymous tip about a bunch of other girls.
For the last five years, Crow had been taking out the men associated with that group of traffickers.
The only person left was Kelley’s mother.
“Count me in,” Brick said.
“And me.”
One by one, the boys raised their hands, as he knew they would.
There was nothing worse than a mother who would do that kind of shit to her child.
They were bikers and had done a lot of bad shit over the years, but they all had limits on what was acceptable.
Selling your kid was the lowest anyone could sink to.
And now, he was going to settle that score.