Chapter 10 #2
He makes quick work of our clothes, his movements urgent and almost rough. When he enters me with one thrust, the feeling of fullness is so overwhelming I cry out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth bartop.
"Mine," he growls, setting a relentless pace that has the bar creaking beneath us. "Say it."
"Yours," I gasp, each thrust driving the word from my lungs. "Always yours."
His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my neck back. "Every man in that bar tonight is going to look at you and know," he starts, his voice strained with the effort of his movements. "Know that you belong to me. That you're coming home to me."
The possessiveness in his words should offend me, but instead, it sends me spiraling toward the edge, my body clenching around him as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level.
"That's it," he encourages, one hand snaking around to circle my most sensitive spot. "Come for me, Livie. Let me feel it."
When my release hits, it's with a force that steals my breath, my vision blurring at the edges as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. Greyson follows moments later, his body tensing as he drives himself impossibly deeper.
For several minutes, we stay like that, his weight a comforting pressure against my back as we both struggle to catch our breaths. Finally, he straightens, helping me up and turning me to face him. His expression is a mixture of satisfaction and something deeper, more vulnerable.
"I love you," he says simply, the words falling between us like stones in still water.
My heart stutters, then races. It's the first time either of us has said it, though I've felt it building between us for weeks. "I love you too," I whisper back, reaching up to touch his face.
The sound of an engine and laughter from outside breaks the moment. I glance toward the window to see a large party bus pulling into the driveway, decorated with streamers and blasting music.
"Perfect timing," Greyson says with a self-satisfied smirk, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You look thoroughly claimed."
I feel my cheeks heat as I realize what he's done—made sure I'd be walking into that bus looking exactly like what I am: a woman who's been thoroughly loved. "You did that on purpose," I accuse, though I can't keep the smile from my voice.
"Maybe," he admits, helping me straighten my clothes. "Is it working? Do you feel reminded of who you belong to?"
I roll my eyes but rise on tiptoes to kiss him. "As if I could forget."
The doorbell rings, accompanied by Meadow's voice calling my name. Greyson gives me one last lingering kiss before releasing me.
"Have fun." His eyes are serious despite his smile. "Stay safe."
"I will," I promise, grabbing my purse. "Try not to worry too much."
As I open the door to greet the cheering group of women, I'm acutely aware of Greyson's presence behind me, his claim on me evident in ways only a woman would recognize. Meadow's knowing smirk tells me she sees it immediately.
She links her arm through mine. "Looks like someone got a proper send-off."
I blush but don't deny it as she leads me toward the bus. The other women, a mix of ole ladies from both clubs and a few civilian friends, greet me with hugs and excited chatter about the night ahead.
As the bus pulls away, I glance back to see Greyson standing in the doorway, watching me go. His gaze sends a shiver down my spine, a reminder that no matter how far I roam, I'll always have a home to return to.
"Earth to Livie," Elle says, waving a hand in front of my face. "You with us, or are you still back there with tall, dark, and possessive?"
Laughter erupts around me as I turn my attention to the women who will help shape my future in this life. "I'm here," I assure them, accepting the bottle of water Meadow hands me. "Let the girls' night begin!"
As I settle into one of the plush seats in the party bus, I take a moment to really look at the women surrounding me. These aren't just random friends, they're the backbones of both MCs, the daughters who grew up in this life just like I did.
"God, it feels like forever since we've all been together," Cassandra, who is Kyle and Chrystal’s daughter and Greyson's sister, says. She's the splitting image of her mother.
Sariah, Lani's daughter, laughs as she passes around shot glasses. "That's because it has been forever. Some of us," she shoots me a pointed look, "decided to run off to LA."
"Leave her alone," Rose interjects, the spitting image of her mother Kayla, though she has Torch's temperament. "At least she came back. Unlike some people's brothers I could mention."
Vanessa, Techy and Alisha's tech savvy daughter, doesn't even look up from her phone. "My brother's coming home next month, thank you very much. Dad finally convinced him the tech division needs fresh blood."
"Speaking of fresh blood," Trixie says, flipping her hair over her shoulder with the dramatic flair she inherited from her mother Jean, "did anyone else notice how thoroughly claimed our girl Livie looks?" Jackson's daughter has never been one to hold back.
Tiana, Butcher and Shaylin's daughter, and the president's niece, throws an arm around my shoulders. "Leave her alone. Greyson's been waiting for her forever. Let them enjoy the honeymoon phase."
The bus erupts in laughter, and I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. These women have known Greyson and me our whole lives.
"Don't be embarrassed," Tiffany says, Lane and Amelia's daughter, sliding into the seat beside me. "We're happy for you both.”
"Seriously," Leah agrees, raising her glass. Aiden's daughter has always been the peacemaker of the group. "To Livie and Greyson, finally figuring out what the rest of us have known forever!"
"To Livie and Greyson!" the women echo, even Michaela joining in despite her usual reserve. Tristan's daughter has always been the quietest of our group.
Meadow catches my eye from across the aisle, giving me a reassuring wink. Despite being Liam's daughter from the Devil Souls MC, she's become one of my closest friends since getting together with my brother Mason.
"Don't worry," she mouths, "they're always like this."
"I know," I mouth back, remembering countless childhood summers with these same girls running wild through the compound while our fathers handled things around the club.
Lily, who sits quietly, observing everything with a slight smile, catches my attention.
Unlike the rest of us, she wasn't born into this life, she came into it when she fell for Reid.
"It's a lot to take in all at once," she says.
"I remember my first girls' night. Thought my head would explode trying to keep track of who belonged to which club and who was whose daughter. "
"All right, ladies!" Meadow calls out, standing at the front of the bus. "First stop is dinner at Marco's, then we hit Whiskey River for some dancing. Anyone who gets too drunk gets left for the prospects to deal with!"
As the bus fills with cheers and laughter, I find myself joining in without hesitation. This is my world now, or, rather, it always was. I just needed to find my place in it.
And as the night unfolds, filled with stories of club life, relationship advice from women who've navigated these waters before me, and the kind of laughter that makes your sides hurt, I realize I've found more than just Greyson in coming home.
I've found my sisters.
* * *
Hours later, as we pile back onto the bus after eating until our bellies hurt, Tiana slides into the seat beside me. "So," she says, her voice low enough that only I can hear, "you and Greyson. It's serious?"
I nod, unable to keep the smile from my face. "Very."
She studies me for a moment, then nods approvingly. "Good. He deserves someone who looks at him the way you do. And for what it's worth, the whole family approves.
"That means a lot," I tell her, genuinely touched. "I know how important family is to Greyson."
"Speaking of family," she continues, a mischievous glint in her eye, "any plans to start one of your own? The club could use some new little prospects running around."
I nearly choke on my water. "We've only been together a few weeks!"
"So?" Tiana shrugs. "When it's right, it's right.” Her grin is almost feral, and I know that smile, it’s the same one her mother and grandfather get when they’re about to do some crazy shit.
Before I can formulate a response, Meadow announces we're approaching the bar, but all I can think about is what a family with Greyson would look like.
Children with his blue eyes and maybe my smile.
The thought should terrify me—it's too soon, too fast—but instead, it feels like glimpsing a future I didn't know I wanted until this moment.
I’m in big, big trouble.