Chapter 21
Moon
"I've got a surprise for you."
"Was the new leather jacket, vest, and boots not the surprise?" I ask still having everything sitting on my lap.
"Well, I guess I should say it's a two-part surprise." He says with an eye roll picking me up out of his bed like I'm a weightless rag doll. I'll never get used to his strength and how he can just toss me around. Shit, now I'm thinking about him tossing me around.
Dagger grabs my chin, tilting it up so my eyes meet his and there's a fire in his that promises me that he's thinking the same thing.
"No need to blush, Baby. You're my woman and you get all needy for me, Don't be ashamed of it." I roll my eyes before hitting him on the chest, then crossing my arms.
He laughs in response before leaning in and pecking my cheek, then behind my ear, then my neck... I lean into him before remembering.
"You said surprise?" Dagger clears his throat and runs his rough calloused ring-clad fingers through his hair.
"Right... well you should get ready if you want to see it. And wear your new leathers, all of them. We're gonna go for a ride." I furrow my eyebrows before putting my hand on my hip sassily. He knows how I feel about being told how to dress. We've been over this before.
"Please Beautiful, just trust me," he says, melting away the rebuttal I had on the tip of my tongue.
"I need to break in my new boots anyways, might as well take them for their first ride." Dagger smiles that dimpled smile in response and I have to fight the urge to go up and climb him like a feral cougar... well I guess kitten in our case since I am younger than him.
I quickly shake the thought before I can imagine Dagger calling me, Kitten. Shit, now I imagined it. Gross. I think I just gave myself the ick.
"I'll meet you downstairs in 15," I say scampering towards the door, excited to see this so-called surprise. He smacks my ass as I walk out the door, and I yelp before turning and looking over
my shoulder with narrowed eyes while he shrugs and looks like he's proud of himself.
"Asshole," I grumble half-heartedly as I make my way down the hall.
"What was that?" Dagger's playfully stern voice booms behind me.
I turn around as I reach my bedroom door, looking at him leaning against his door frame with his arms crossed.
"I said asshole! Damn, turn your hearing aids on, old man!" I yell loud enough I’m sure that the whole club could hear. His eyebrows raise in shock before he runs towards me with a mischievous smirk on his face.
I quickly slip into my room shutting the door behind me and flicking the lock before he can reach me.
I stand close to the door hearing him let out a breath and my heart flutters in anticipation before butterflies swarm my stomach.
"Such a little brat," he says breathily, and I shouldn't be pressing my legs together at the sound of his words, but I am.
"You better have that perfect little ass down these stairs in 10 minutes," he growls all sexily before the sound of his boots hitting the stairs fills my ears.
I find myself smiling as I look at my sleep hair looking all crazy and notice I'm in one of his shirts.
I quickly go through my dresser, remembering what Dagger said... and for some reason feeling this weird thing. The need to listen to him.
I don't know how to explain it.
I usually get irritated by demands but when he does it it's sexy. I guess when you love and trust someone you know that you can trust them to lead you. I know it sounds all patriotical and shit but it's real and a hard concept to understand unless you've experienced it.
It's definitely a first for me. It's like I can just shut my brain off and live life with him. It sounds awful, but it's genuinely peaceful.
After a few moments reality sets in and my smile drops. I'm over here happy and excited getting dressed for a surprise from my dad's best friend -that I happen to be in love with- and my dad is just freshly buried.
My chest aches at the thought. I feel guilty. I know it's not my fault he's dead, my logical brain knows I didn't kill him. But the voice in the back of my head keeps telling me that he died because of me. I'm the reason he's gone. He was saving me. And the day after his funeral here I am galavanting with his best friend.
Tears spring forward uncontrollably. Then waves of nausea start rolling in. Calm down Moon.
I can't calm down. I run to the bathroom. Dry heaving for a moment before the contents of my stomach fill the bowl. Is this from nerves? Or maybe drinking too much last night?
I never puke when I'm nervous, or when I drink... especially not the day after.
I quickly wipe my mouth with some tissue before flushing, then go to the sink and scrub my teeth before flossing and doing mouthwash like usual while I try not to think too hard about everything. I think it was just nerves.
If it gets worse, I'll talk to Doc, no big deal.
I quickly throw on some high-waisted skinny jeans, then a cropped Devil's Outlaws tee. After that, I quickly brush out my hair and braid it in two not-so-neat French braids.
I hear a knock at the door and I quickly throw on my leathers and slide into my new boots.
"One second Dagger-" I hear an awkward cough from the other side of the door.
"It's Doc, I need to see you in the infirmary." by infirmary he means basement that can barely even be called a doctor's set up... but it's only for emergencies.
"I'm fine, you already fixed my stitches and put that self-dissolving glue shit that stung like a bitch." I reply, thinking for a second that maybe I'm a psychic because I swear I was just thinking about Doc and now here he is.
There are way too many overprotective men in this club.
"Please, just a quick check." He says sounding worried, almost desperate for some unknown reason.
When I open the door he looks pale.
"I have to go. Dagger and I have plans, but I'll be back later. Do you work tonight? Or will you be here?"
"I'll be here. Why are you in leathers? You're not riding, are you? Maybe you should take your truck." he says sounding extremely concerned.
"Don't worry, I won't pop my stitches," I reply with an eye roll.
As I walk down the stairs he follows.
"Don't forget about coming for a check-up later, even if I'm asleep when you get back... wake me up." he gives me a weird look and it fills me with anxiety for a second. Like secondhand anxiety from how nervous he seems.
"Okay, I won't. Later Doc." I say as I make my way through the bar. I spot Dagger by the door and he looks over my shoulder at Doc questioningly.
"Make sure she comes by for a check-up later. She says she's busy with you today and that she's fine, but I still need to check her over." I glare over my shoulder at Doc. Wow, going over my head like that. Asshole. He knows Dagger won't let me miss a checkup with how damn overprotective he is.
"Got it, will do brother," he says with a nod before wrapping his arm around my waist and guiding me outside to his bike.
It's odd how life still goes on after loss.
It feels like time should stop... but it doesn't. It keeps going, routines get back to normal. I feel nauseous at the thought.
My dad and I had our issues, but damn I wish he was here right now. Even if it was to tell Dagger and me to leave his club and never come back. Fuck here come the tears again. I'm glad I skipped makeup, even if it was only because I didn't have time.
"Shh... it's okay baby. I know it's hard right now. The ride will help a little." Dagger says, lovingly pulling me into his chest and wiping my tears away with his calloused fingertips. His eyes are filled with concern as he cups my cheek.
"I'm okay," I say, gathering myself before reaching for what has become my helmet that he has resting on my part of the seat.
"Okay let's ride to the surprise." he laughs at himself and I can't help but smile.
"That definitely sounded wrong... I swear it wasn't on purpose." He says, before grabbing my helmet and making sure it's buckled right under my chin -like he always does- before he mounts the bike and looks back at me over his shoulder. Fuck he's hot. He smirks when I start biting my lip without even realizing it.
"Any minute now my beautiful girl is gonna get on this damn bike so I can show her the surprise..." He says sassily and I smack his shoulder in response before griping it tight so I can put my foot on the footpeg and swing my leg over.
***
After a while of riding, we reach the outskirts of town. The wind on my face definitely has helped with the nausea from earlier and really helped clear my head as well.
We're maybe fifteen minutes past Porky's farm, the area no longer looks familiar because I never really go out this far.
The sun is still shining bright, but it'll be setting within the next hour or two. We pull down what looks like a deserted road and my heart starts to pound.
Is the surprise him taking me to the woods and fucking my brains out? Because I very much would like that surprise. I smile to myself at the thought.
We keep driving for a couple more minutes, nothing but woods on either side of the road.
Dagger reaches back, squeezing my thigh to get my attention before pointing up to the left.
It's a beautiful farm-style house. All white exterior, with a wrap-around porch and what looks like a bay window. You can tell it's an older home but has been newly renovated and well taken care of, from the outside at least.
It's beautiful. If I wasn't scared of literally catching a fly, my mouth would probably be hanging open.
I've never really thought about what my dream house would look like, but if I had, it would be this. Lots of land for privacy for my hobbies and such... no neighbors just peace. Plenty of room for a fluffy cow I always dreamed of having and maybe some cats... oh, and horses. I've always wanted to ride a horse.
Dagger pulls into the driveway before cutting the engine and putting out the kickstand. I swiftly dismount, a little confused as to why we're stopping in front of someone's house.
Dagger gets off his bike, taking my helmet off for me with a big grin -which I'm sure is at the dreamy look on my face-.
I love him. Man, do I fucking love him.
"Do you like it?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, furrowing my brows as I look at the house, Dagger wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"Do you like it?" he says again.
"Yeah, it's beautiful. I could picture a whole life here."
"Good," he replies, unwrapping his arms from around me and shaking the keys in front of my face.
Wait, is he serious right now? Did he buy this place?
"Are we gonna go inside or what?" he asks, and he doesn't have to ask me twice I'm more than curious. I snatch the keys from his hand dangling in front of me and dart for the door with Dagger quick on my heels.
I run up a couple of steps to the door, quickly put the key in, and turn the lock before pushing the door open.
"Wait." I freeze in place for a second, not knowing why my body feels the need to just obey Dagger like he's my keeper now. I internally roll my eyes at myself. Disgusting, is this what people mean by relationships make wild people all domesticated?
He sweeps me off my feet bridal style, completely interrupting my train of thought. I giggle at the action as he crosses the threshold with me in his arms.
"Put me down!" I squeal excited to explore.
"I had to do things right," he says jokingly. Nothing about our relationship is traditional. We both know it and we both no longer give a fuck, so I know he's just being silly.
"Wait before you go explore..." Before he can even finish his statement I'm running up the staircase that's right inside the entryway, deciding I want to explore from the top to the bottom. I hear Dagger's footfalls behind me and him grumbling under his breath.
"How many rooms is it?" I ask as I swing the doors open looking at the fully furnished place.
"Four bedrooms upstairs, that's not including the library and the screen room. There's also 2 bathrooms up here-"
"Did you say library?!" I almost scream in excitement, barely containing myself.
"Second door to the left." I look over my shoulder at him with a smile before making my way to the library, Dagger right behind me of course.
The library looks fresh out of a storybook. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on every wall, other than the bay window that has a beautiful reading bench that's almost the size of a day bed. Not to mention the gorgeous view of the backyard.
There's vintage furniture, real wood furniture, and a coffee and tea bar with its very own mini fridge. Oh, and I can't forget all the plants in here. It looks like a fairy realm.
There are so many books, I don't even know where to look first.
"It has all your favorite genres..." He says scratching his head like he's shy showing me this all of a sudden.
"This place is really ours? You did all this for me?.." Tears are falling again and for the first time today, they're happy tears.
"It's all for you, Baby," he says with a smile before walking me over to the bay window to sit down.
"When did you have time for all of this? What else is there to see? Is the land ours? How many acres? How long have you been hiding this beauty from me?"
"One question at a time, Beautiful," he says with a grin. I take a deep breath before settling in and getting comfy so I can listen to all his responses.
"It's twenty acres and the master bedroom is downstairs, that and two other bedrooms, the kitchen, the dining area, a walk-in pantry, the living room with a wood burning fireplace, a mudroom by the back door... and of course a cozy soundproof basement, set up specifically for your special hobbies." I look at him with what I imagine must be stars in my eyes. This is real, all of this is ours. I must be silent for too long because he speaks up again.
"Is this all too soon?"
"No, it's perfect, you're perfect. I love you. I love it. Seriously, this is amazing. When did you have the time for all of this?"
"Well, when you had to go into hiding all I could think about was how I wish we had our own secret place that I could've whisked you away to. I know, cliché. But seriously I just wanted a safe space. Originally I think when I bought it I was just getting it for myself but looking back you were definitely in the forefront of my mind. I couldn't shake you. I subconsciously knew I wanted us to be together, it shows in every room of the house. Long story short, I love you, and I don’t think it will ever fade." more tears are flowing, God I'm so emotional lately.
I throw myself into his arms, basically sitting on his lap with my arms around his neck. I hug him tight before kissing him passionately. I pull back taking a second to literally pinch myself, this is actually real. It's not my own very specific personalized fairytale dreamland.
"Now, for the surprise." He says reaching one arm around my waist and the other into his pocket.
"This wasn't the surprise? Because to me it's one hell of an incredible surprise."
"Well, it's one of the surprises... I guess it's a three-part surprise," he says with a smirk, pulling his hand out of his pocket. I swear my heart stops for a second in anticipation.
It's a black and red patch. The VP patch. My eyes go wide.
"They patched you back in?!" I say excitedly pulling him back into another tight hug. I know the club is not only his family but also his pride and joy. He must've felt really lost and alone being cast out especially with it happening while I was in a hospital bed. He was completely alone. I'm so glad they realized my dad was wrong to take the club away from him.
"And with the blessing of the club I've got this for you... if you want it of course." He says reaching into his pocket and pulling out three big patches and one small one. The top rocker saying property of, the bottom rocker saying Dagger. Then the big center patch with the red skull with devil horns. The Devil's Outlaws emblem. Lastly, the small one with Moon written in red stitching that goes on the front of the Cut.
My hands cover my mouth out of instinct, my heart beating so fast I can't even think. In the MC world, this is basically a wedding proposal. My stomach feels like it's in knots. I might puke.
Nope, I'm good just butterflies.
"Well?" Dagger asks, his hand absentmindedly playing with the end of one of my braids like he’s always done when I’ve had my hair in braids.
"I would understand if you didn't-"
"Of course, I want to be your old lady, Dagger," I say snatching my patches from his hand and putting them in the inside pocket of my vest for me to sew on later.
He lets out a breath at my words immediately pulling me in closer, not that there was much space between us to begin with.
"I love you more than you'll ever know, Woman. I need you to know that. You're mine and only mine. I'll always protect-" I cut off all his declarations with a searing kiss, my legs somehow ending up straddling his lap and I'm not mad at it at all. I ignore the pain in the area of my stitches, grinding against Dagger as he leaves a trail of kisses down my neck. The feel of his lips on my skin sets me ablaze.
The need to have him right here right now is overwhelming my entire nervous system. No thoughts, just us.
He rips open the clasps of my new vest before pulling the zipper of the leather jacket I have on under it down.
"I need you. Right now." I say gazing desperately into his eyes.
He leads me down to my back on the cushioned bench seat, his body settled between my legs as he hovers over me, his kisses raining all over me. I'm so wound up that I feel like I could come without him even touching me. He rips my cropped tee and bra up over my tits, not even bothering with taking them off.
He teasingly leaves a trail of kisses across my ample chest, taking his time when he knows how desperately I need him. I need him right now. I grind my hips up against him, realizing I still have my pants on.
I quickly unbutton and try to wiggle out of my pants, but he grabs both my wrists and pins them over my head haulting my efforts.
"I'm taking my time with you tonight, Baby," he whispers breathily against my ear, the feel of his breath on my skin sending a shiver down my spine. I want him so bad.
"Please," I beg, bucking upward, needing more of him.
"Such a good little whore, so needy for me." I moan at his words. I can feel myself pulsing with need, aching.
"I need you."
"You've got me, Baby. I'm all yours." he breathes out before taking my pert rosy bud into his mouth, his teeth grazing my sensitive nipple as he flicks it just right. It feels like he knows my body more than I do. I push upwards to grind against his bulge, needing some form of friction. I'm so close. Fuck, I've never come from foreplay but I think I'm about to.
I can feel my heart racing in my chest, my ears ring as he’s giving attention to my other breast, twisting my nipple gently between his index finger and thumb.
My breath is sucked out of my lungs, my vision going black for a few seconds before coming back.
Dagger releases my wrists to rip my pants off of me while my arms are still limp like noodles from finishing so hard. I hear his belt rattle and the sound of his zipper.
"You're so fucking perfect. My very own fallen angel." He mumbles as he pulls my soaked panties to the side.
"I love watching you fall apart for me."
He rubs his cock through my folds, grinding against me, his tip hitting my clit over and over again at a mesmerizing rhythm.
"You're so fucking wet for me baby."
Without warning he thrusts hard into me, bottoming out. I clench tight around him out of instinct.
"Fuck." He groans at the same time I moan out, my nails digging into his tattooed arms.
He waits a moment before pulling halfway out and thrusting back in. his hand pressed on my lower tummy somehow making it feel like he's so much deeper. He picks up pace with the encouragement of the needy sounds escaping me.
"You feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this. Fuck, baby."
Dagger moves his hand to my neck, squeezing in just the right way. He's so fucking deep.
I can feel myself getting close again, so close. It's like he can feel me getting closer because he grips my throat tighter, cutting off my air supply in the most delicious way.
My vision goes spotty as my whole body convulses around him. He lets go of my throat, oxygen rushing through my lungs. My head feels all fuzzy, my limbs tingly.
"I'm gonna come, Baby." He groans out his strokes getting faster, I lock my legs around his hips, needing to feel him come deep inside of me.
"Fuck. So good-" he drills into me, hitting a place so deep it almost hurts. He reaches down, his thumb rubbing my clit at the perfect rhythm as he bottoms out inside of me. His hand falters as he rides out his high, rope after rope spilling deep inside of me. The feel of being so full of him being enough to send me over the ledge one last time.
We both fight to catch our breath as he pulls out of me, our combined juices spilling between my thighs.
We lay there together for a while, somehow both fitting on the bench seat with me mostly laying on top of him.
We watch the sunset together in a peaceful comfortable silence, holding each other tight.
***
"Hmm?" I say sleepily into the phone, my eyes still closed.
"I'm outside, Doc sent me to come get you. I brought your truck." That persistent fucker. God I love Doc, but clearly I'm fine. I am fine right? I quickly glance down at my stitches and they're still very much in place. I quickly released the breath I was holding in response.
"He says if you don't come he's going to be forced to involve Porky," Nova says with a smile in his tone.
"Okay I'm coming, please don't call that fucker. He'll lose his mind and go into protective grandpa mode," I whisper, trying not to wake up Dagger, before hanging up. I'll come right back after this stupid check-up and cuddle up to him and he'll be happy I went to see Doc.
He sleeps through me gently peeling myself off of him, grabbing my pants, and scooting out of the room.
Once I’m in the clear, I find a bathroom, do some much-needed quick cleanup, then slide my pants back on. I quickly check myself in the mirror to make sure I don't look too thoroughly fucked before I go down the stairs and out the door.
Nova is parked with the windows down, the headlights shining in my face.
I quickly go to the passenger side door slinging it open before sliding onto my beautiful leather bench seats.
Nova immediately starts giggling as he pulls out of the driveway.
"What?" I ask side-eyeing him.
"Dagger fucked you so hard you lost a hair tie." I flip him off, pulling down the visor so that I can look in the mirror, and sure enough, my right braid is coming undone. How did I miss that?
I quickly take my hair down, running my fingers through my now crimped-looking hair with a smile on my face.
Nova shakes his head still laughing at me.
"Fuck off!" I yell jokingly as I punch his arm.
***
"Finally, Jesus fuck. I've been worried sick over you, I'm so glad Dagger has taken me out there to help him move furniture in. I assumed y'all would be there after the big decision that was passed in church this morning." Doc says as Nova and I enter the basement aka the makeshift infirmary.
"You can go, Nova."
"No, he can stay," I say, begging him with my eyes not to leave me down here. I've been kinda terrified of hospital beds and just hospital equipment period after everything that's happened.
"Are you sure? I have to tell you something very private."
"It's fine, he's my best friend Doc." I remind him, and he nods.
"I haven't had a chance to really talk to you alone since everything happened. It's a miracle actually. I don't know how it's possible with being shot in the stomach, but thankfully the bullet missed your uterus..." He gulps before continuing.
"Moon, you're pregnant," I swear my heart drops out of my fucking asshole.
"Shit," Nova says looking like he's seen a ghost.
"Did you know?" Nova asks me.
"Do you think I would've got drunk last night if I knew I was fucking pregnant, Nova?" I reply my heart beating so fast I can hear it echo in my ears. I don't know when I started hyperventilating but shit I can't fucking breathe.
"You're only two months pregnant. Hopefully, it hasn’t affected the baby too much. Thankfully, you don't drink very often. I brought the ultrasound machine to check and make sure the baby is okay." Doc says leaning me back and applying cold gel to my exposed tummy.
He places the wand against me, and I immediately hear a little heartbeat. I look at the screen at the same time that Nova does.
"It looks like a little peanut in there," Nova says sounding both fascinated and grossed out at the same time.
"I'm pregnant," I whisper, having to hear myself say it out loud for it to really sink in.
"Yup, and the baby is looking and sounding strong and healthy," Doc replies, before wiping the gel off of me and sitting me up.
“How is that even possible, Doc? I took a Plan B.”
“Well Plan B isn’t as effective for thicker women. Research shows that it’s more or less a fifty percent chance of it working in women over a hundred and fifty-five pounds.”
“So it didn’t work.”
“I think that’s kinda obvious.” Nova pipes in, and if looks could kill he’d be dead and gone from the one that I just gave him.
"Fuck, I'm fucking pregnant," I whisper, the reality of the situation hitting me like a ton of bricks.