Hulk
I basked in Celeste’s appreciation of my home. I loved everything about it and enjoyed showing it to others. But even when I did, I never cared whether they liked it. However, that wasn’t the case with Celeste. I had been anxious that she would be delighted with it.
However, after admitting her delight and asking if I lived here alone, I watched the joy fade from her face.
Whatever made it happen, she was lingering on it.
Running her questions through my head, I paused.
Was she upset at the thought that I might have overnight female guests?
While I hated anything that might make her unhappy, the possibility that she was jealous made me want to crow.
The fact was, I had gone off the deep end for Celeste Malcolm.
I wanted her more than any woman I’d ever met in my life.
I knew in my soul that it was for more than sex.
I was afraid to hope I’d found the woman meant for me, but I was running with the idea.
I would do everything possible to make it true and to earn her love.
I wasn’t in love with her, but I was quickly headed there.
At the moment, she filled me with so much admiration and the need to protect.
After the way I reacted to Dave and even my club brothers, I was possessive.
Not in the “I want to smother you” way, but in the “Touch her, and you die” kind of way. Another first for me.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She gave herself a mental shake from the looks of it. Her smile wasn’t as big as earlier. “I’m fine.”
When she said nothing else, I answered her question. I hated her thinking I had countless women here.
“No, other than you, the only other person to stay here was a few of the brothers when we hung out here and got drunk one night. Rather than stumble to the clubhouse or their homes, they crashed here.”
The tension in her shoulders eased, and her smile was back to being genuine. “Well, I’m honored that you’re allowing me to stay. I promise to be careful, and I’ll be out of here early tomorrow.”
That wasn’t what I wanted. “I have no worries about you mistreating anything, and you may stay as long as you want.”
Her mouth opened when there was a loud knock at the main door, then the glass opened. In walked Knight and Natalya. He carried a pink duffel bag. Smirking, I had to say something.
“Hey, brother, love your bag. Since when did you start carrying that? Shit, I know what to get you for Christmas in two weeks. Pink saddlebags for your bike,” I called out.
“You get me pink anything for my bike, and it’s war. I’ll make sure whatever I get you is pink and glittery,” Knight warned me.
I laughed. “What, you’ll raid Cara’s room and steal her stuff?” I teased.
“Nope. I’ll ask her to help Daddy decorate Uncle Hulk’s bike, truck, and house, and that you’ve requested as much pink and glitter as we can find.”
Knowing I had to admit defeat or the fucker would carry out his threat, I held up my hands.
“Fine, I surrender. Your bike is safe.”
Knight smirked as Natalya rolled her eyes. She smiled.
“That’s what you get for messing with the dad of a girl. I live in glitter and pastels,” Knight informed me.
“Stop it. Cara isn’t that bad. She has plenty of black in her wardrobe. As if she could be a biker’s daughter and not have black and denim,” Natalya reminded him.
“Shh, Bright Eyes, I’m trying to scare Hulk. Do you know how fucking hard that is to do to this big bastard?” Knight pseudo-whispered.
Loud laughter made me turn to see Celeste, shaking her head and holding her stomach. Natalya came over to stand next to her. It took several moments for Celeste to stop laughing enough to speak.
“God, please, I’ve got to see his stuff all decked out in pink and glitter,” the traitor said.
“Hey, don’t encourage him, Troublemaker,” I growled playfully at Celeste.
“Before they get too out of control, this bag is for you, Celeste. Knight told me you’re staying the night and would need to borrow some stuff.
I hope I didn’t forget anything, but if I did, let me know, and I can get it.
I’ll bring it to the clubhouse. You’re coming back, aren’t you?
” Knight’s old lady asked as he handed over the pink atrocity to Celeste.
“Thank you so much, Natalya. I’ll check it out. But I’m sure whatever you chose is more than enough.”
“I put some toiletries in there too, like shampoo and so on. I hope you like it.”
“You’re awesome. Thanks. I thought I’d end up stealing Hulk’s toiletries and wearing one of his T-shirts. One of those would be a nightgown on me,” Celeste joked.
The image of her smelling like me and wearing my clothes made my cock jerk. Good thing I was standing behind the island. Talk about the perfect way to make an alpha man happy—cover your woman in your scent and clothes.
Knight was next to me by now. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Your teeth are bared, and I heard a rumble. You going feral for this woman?”
I slowly twisted my head to meet his gaze. “You better fucking believe it,” I whispered back.
His hand came down on my shoulder, and he squeezed it. “Go for it,” he responded.
Bolstered by my brother’s blessing, I wanted to ask our other brothers whether they agreed. If they were on board, then it would just be a matter of getting her to where I wanted us to be. I prayed it wouldn’t take forever, but if it did, I’d hang in there. Celeste was worth it.
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The evening was a success. After spending time at the house, I offered Celeste time to settle in the room I gave her, which I detested because it wasn’t mine.
She sorted through what Natalya packed for her.
She declared it had everything she could want and more.
She wanted to check on Capri, so we went to Twisted and Zari’s house, which was diagonally across from mine.
Once there, we were invited to stay and have dinner.
Zari, Aliya, and Capri were already in the middle of fixing it.
We accepted, and Celeste went to join the ladies in the kitchen.
Twisted kept Ransom out of trouble while we talked.
Arif was in and out of the living room with us.
Dinner had been excellent. I never got enough of Zari’s Arabic cooking.
Capri and Celeste had never had Arabic food.
They raved and asked for recipes, which pleased Zari.
After the cleanup, we headed to the clubhouse.
It wasn’t long before the entire club was there.
That included Cara’s dog, Vixen, and Bones and Blythe’s dog, Samson.
Both were rottweilers. The kids always had a ball playing with them.
The loud, somewhat chaotic environment seemed to fascinate the Malcolm women.
It was good to see Capri acting as a young woman should.
The time flew by. When it got late for the kids, they went to their special room.
Arif, Aliya, and Capri offered to keep watch over them.
I was seated on one of the couches along the wall with Celeste next to me.
I hated that there were six inches between us, but I refused to alarm her by pulling her onto my lap.
That was what I ached to do. At an adjacent couch was Agony and Eliana.
We’d been chatting with them for the past twenty minutes.
Throughout the night, we either floated from group to group or they came to us.
A hand on my arm brought my attention to Celeste.
“I’m going to the bathroom. When I come back, can I get you another beer?”
“I can get it.” I lifted my ass off the couch. She pressed down on my arm.
“Hulk, you’ve waited on me all night. Let me do it. I promise, you won’t lose your gentleman card.” She winked at me.
Shit, that simple wink caused a fire to streak through my body.
“Yes, I’d love one. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I won’t be long,” Celeste said before standing and walking off. I watched her until Agony hooked my attention. Eliana had gone to check on the kids two minutes ago, leaving it just him and me.
“She’s a damn good woman, Hulk. You thinking with more than your cock?” he asked.
My immediate reaction was to get pissed. However, I tempered it. He was my president, and when I took a second to think, I knew he asked out of concern.
“Agony, it’s way more than a desire to screw her.
I want her in my bed, sure, but I want her to be the center of my home.
I love listening to her talk and learning what she likes, hates, wants, and needs.
I want to protect her and Capri and make their worries go away.
They’ve struggled long enough. I’ll end it,” I confessed gruffly.
A huge smile creased my president’s face.
He leaned toward me. “Congratulations, brother, you’ve joined the married biker club.
God help you because your lust and love for her will only grow.
Bring it up for a vote at our next church meeting.
I doubt anyone will object. They’ve all sung her praises.
Our brothers and their old ladies already care for her and her niece. It’s plain to see,” Agony told me.
“Damn, Pres, thank you. I’ll do that. She’s the one for me, I know it.”
“Then we need to have a toast. Talk about timing, here come our women and they’ve brought us fresh drinks. Will you let me make the toast?”