Chapter 8
8
HUNTER
S adie sighed, and my still half-hard dick twitched. I was tempted not to let her rest before taking her again. And again. And again.
But I’d just popped her cherry, and her sweet little pussy needed a break before I stretched it with my big cock again.
Twin beds weren't made for a guy my size, either. Since I planned to keep her there for a while, we needed to get back to the clubhouse. She belonged in my space, in my giant bed, wrapped up in my arms with my come leaking out of her, my baby in her belly, and my ring on her finger.
One thing at a time , I reminded myself wryly.
“Let’s get you packed, sunshine,” I rumbled. “Might make it back in time for food.”
“Food?” she echoed, lifting her head and resting her chin on my chest.
“Some of the old ladies take turns making dinner. The boys handle the rest. Except Midnight and Racer—those jackasses aren’t anywhere allowed near the kitchen unless it’s mealtime.”
Sadie giggled, and damn if the sound didn’t make something warm spread through my chest.
“Let’s go.” I gave her ass a light smack and lifted her off my cock with a groan. She mewled in protest, and I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through the ache. “Don’t make sounds like that, sunshine,” I gritted out. “If I lose my shit and fuck you again, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
She smirked, smug and satisfied, and I had to remind myself that breaking her was not the goal. Not yet .
“Be a good girl,” I warned. “Want that tight little pussy healed up fast ’cause I’m gonna spend a lot of time buried inside it.”
That earned me another giggle, followed by the cutest fucking pout that had me shaking my head. I rolled out of bed, grabbed the bag she’d dropped on the floor, and tossed it onto the mattress. She scooted to the other side and stood, glancing back over her shoulder as she crossed the room with an extra swing in her hips that had my dick pulsing again.
I narrowed my eyes. “Behave. If you keep that up, you’re gonna earn yourself a spanking.”
When she looked interested, I groaned and turned away from temptation. I dressed in record time and nearly sagged in relief when I saw her heading to the bathroom fully clothed.
While she packed her makeup and shampoo or whatever the fuck she needed, I hit her dresser. I grabbed an armful of underwear and dropped it in the suitcase, then the drawer full of shirts. When that was done, I scowled. The bag was already full, and we hadn’t even touched her closet.
I wanted to bring as much of her stuff as possible, so there wouldn’t be much to retrieve when she realized she’d moved in with me.
I stalked to the closet and found a bigger suitcase and a duffel. Exactly what I needed. By the time Sadie came out of the bathroom, I’d filled and zipped all three. They were lined up by the door, ready to go.
She blinked, glanced at the bags, then back at me with a raised brow.
“Don’t know how long this shit’s gonna take,” I explained with a shrug. “Figured it’s better to have what you need. Don’t wanna keep drivin’ out here every time you forget a hair tie.”
I didn’t mention she’d be needing all of it anyway. This wasn’t temporary. She just didn’t know it yet.
“Oh.” She nodded easily and didn’t question my explanation. Just trusted me. My chest tightened, pride hitting low and deep. She was so fucking perfect for me.
“Got everything else?”
Sadie looked around the room one last time. “Yep. I’m ready.”
I loaded her shit into the trunk of that rusty little clunker she called a car, glaring at it with distaste the whole time. It wasn’t dangerously unsafe, but the tin can wasn’t gonna cut it for my old lady. She needed something safer. More reliable. I made a mental note to handle that soon.
As we pulled out of the driveway, I clocked her twisting her hands in her lap even though her expression was curious and a little excited.
“What’s on your mind, sunshine?”
“It’s just…” she hesitated, then laughed softly. “I’ve never lived anywhere else. So it’s a little strange to think about. And now I’ll be living with a guy—” Her voice cut off, and she looked at me with wide eyes. “Um…not that we’re living together. I mean, I know—I’m not assuming?—”
I reached across the console and laid my hand over hers, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Relax, sunshine. You’re mine, remember? For now, that means you sleep where I sleep, live where I live. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
The tension bled out of her, and she relaxed back into the seat. I didn’t move my hand, and after a few seconds, she flipped hers palm up and laced our fingers together.
Even with the bullshit swirling around us and danger just on the edge of our horizon, I felt more at peace than I ever had. Only thing better had been being inside her, knowing no one else ever had and never would.
We drove in silence. It was comfortable and easy, like we’d been doing this for years. As though she was made just for me.
When we reached the compound gates, she perked up, straightening in her seat and looking around with curious, bright eyes.
The gate swung open, and as I approached the guard shack, Phoenix stepped out. I arched a brow and rolled down the window. Patches didn’t normally do security duty. It was one of the jobs we farmed out to prospects because it tested their loyalty, determination, quick thinking, and other skills we looked for in new members.
He scowled before I said a word. “Probies weren’t available. Was Viper’s turn, but the asshole pulled the pregnant old lady card.”
“She’s two weeks from her due date,” I pointed out, barely suppressing a grin.
Phoenix crossed his arms. “Badass bikers turn into fucking pussies the second their old ladies get knocked up.”
He wasn’t wrong. But as I fully intended to have Sadie bred as soon as possible and knew I would be just as bad as my brothers, I shouldn’t give him shit. But fucking with him would be so much more satisfying.
“Tick tock, asshole,” I drawled. “Sooner or later, some sweet thing’s gonna own your balls—and you’ll be beggin’ her to squeeze.”
Phoenix narrowed his eyes but didn’t miss a beat. “If she squeezes hard enough, maybe I won’t turn into a whipped bitch like the rest of you.”
I smirked and leaned an elbow on the open window, voice low and smug.
“Keep talking, brother. One day, you’ll be on your knees and calling it foreplay.”
From the passenger seat, Sadie choked on a laugh and turned her face toward the window, pretending to be interested in the pine trees.
Phoenix flipped me off without a word and stalked back into the shack.
I pulled forward, my hand still resting over Sadie’s. As we neared the clubhouse, there was a familiar shift in my shoulders as the solitary weight of the outside world slipped off.
After spending one too many years being knocked around by my dad, my mom had signed the paperwork for me to join the Army at seventeen. I was focused, determined, and talented, so I’d become a Ranger in just under twenty months, when I was still eighteen. After serving two years, I was accepted into Ranger school.
I spent five years in elite operations—giving me serious combat and tactical experience that earned me advanced Ranger and sniper roles. After gaining some experience, I’d been assigned to high-level special missions. People didn’t often realize that certain roles within the military could be very solitary. Especially snipers. I had to rely on only myself. Which had served me well when I left to join the FBI.
With a highly decorated military career—even though it had only been eight years—I moved up the ladder at lightning speed. The skills and experience I’d gained in the Army set me on the path to become a high-level tracker, sniper, and interrogator—eventually earning a reputation as one of the best in the country. But once more, I’d been working in a job where I spent more time working solo than as part of a team.
I hit my limit when I was thirty-two. After fifteen years of service and some hard lessons about corruption and times when the laws were just flat-out fucking wrong, I needed a change. One that didn’t involve following orders, being isolated, or following the letter of the law.
I’d never intended to return to Tennessee. My parents were dead. I had no family, nowhere to live, and no fucking purpose in life.
I’d known Maverick and Fox when we were kids, but I hadn’t kept in touch with anyone.
So I was shocked when Maverick reached out to me after I’d been back for a few months. We fell easily into our old friendship, and he’d eventually encouraged me to check out their MC. Thought it would be a good fit for me. I’d balked, opposed to the idea of being caged again.
Ultimately, he talked me into meeting with Fox and seeing the compound.
When I passed through the gate for the first time, that same weight began to lift from my shoulders. By the time I left that night, I understood.
I hadn't realized I’d been struggling to acclimate to a life without structure. I was lonely and too damn tired to have complete control of my life. In the Iron Rogues, I’d found a leader I trusted, who had earned my obedience. And a family—even if they were a pain in the ass sometimes.
Sadie’s fingers tightened around mine when she spotted the clubhouse in the distance—two stories of weathered wood and concrete, a garage big enough to hold dozens of bikes in bad weather. Though she couldn’t see it, there were also other buildings, like a clinic built in the back. And after Mav’s old lady had their little girl, Luna, we’d put in a playground and barbecue area.
Patched bikes lined up out front like a wall of warning. The place wasn’t flashy, but it was fortified. It was blood, loyalty, and fire-forged brotherhood. A fortress we’d built together. For ourselves. And eventually, for the women we couldn’t live without.
Sadie sat quietly beside me, but her eyes were wide, taking it all in like she’d just stepped onto another planet. I didn’t blame her. For outsiders, the clubhouse could feel like stepping into the lion’s den. But this lion didn’t want to eat her. I wanted to keep her.
Permanently.
She tracked the bikes lined up outside and landed on a few tattoo-covered men lounging near the garage, talking shit and sipping beers. They lifted chins in greeting when they spotted me. Their eyes glanced over Sadie, then immediately looked away—not out of disrespect, but because they knew better. She might not be wearing my property patch yet, but Sadie was mine. And no man here was stupid enough to test the boundaries that came with that claim.
I parked out front, cut the engine, and glanced at her. “You good?”
She nodded, her attention bouncing around from one thing to the next. “Yeah. Just…it’s different.”
“It’s ours,” I corrected, already out of the car where she couldn’t hear me, circling around to her side. “And now it’s yours too.”
I opened the door, and she smiled up at me as I helped her step out. Then I slipped my arm around her waist so no one questioned her place here—they’d know who she was to me. Her body tucked perfectly into mine, soft curves against hard edges. Just like her sweet innocence perfectly brightened my dark, gritty world.
The front door swung open, and Maverick stepped out, a squirming toddler in his arms and a smirk on his face.
“Thought I heard your growl pull in,” he grunted, his face deadpan but laughter dancing in his eyes.
I gave him a withering stare, but he ignored it and looked past me to my woman, nodding at her respectfully. “Welcome to the chaos, Sadie.”
She gave a small wave, her fingers curling against my side, but she didn’t shy away. Brave girl. She was stepping out of her comfort zone, not letting this place, these people, intimidate her. Just another reason she belonged with me.
If she was surprised that he knew who she was, she didn’t let on.
Behind Mav, Molly leaned against the doorframe, already bumping her hip into her man’s. “She’s prettier than you described,” she teased.
“I didn’t describe her,” I muttered, tugging Sadie closer. “Didn’t want to share.”
That earned a low chuckle from Maverick as he stepped aside to let us in. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather, pine, and something savory coming from the kitchen.
The lounge was a large space where people could gather for a party or to just hang out. It had black leather couches, a pool table, a poker table, and several big-screen televisions. It used to be utterly masculine, like a big bachelor pad, and the red leather stools lining the bar had been the only pop of color in the dark room.
But as my brothers claimed their old ladies, feminine touches had shown up here and there, making it more homey. I appreciated it now because they made the place more welcoming, and Sadie would feel more comfortable in this environment.
Laughter echoed around the common room. Old ladies sat curled up next to their men, some tucked into corners, others sprawled out on couches like they’d always belonged here.
My brothers had always belonged here, but their women had become a part of the fabric of the Iron Rogues. And now, so would Sadie.
She hesitated for half a second, clearly aware she was stepping into someone else’s world. I leaned down and spoke low in her ear. “You belong here, sunshine. Give ’em a chance, and they’ll love you.”
Just not as much as I do. Not even fucking close.
The thought hit hard, knocking the air from my lungs for a second. But then it settled—deep and solid, like it had always been there.
I loved the fuck outta her. That wasn’t some maybe or someday thing. It was already done. And living without Sadie? That wouldn’t be any kind of life at all. More like breathing through a fucking bullet hole.
Her lips parted as we stepped inside, her gaze darting around the room, wide and curious. But not afraid. Not even close.
There was a gleam in her eyes—eager and bright like she’d just stepped into another world and couldn’t quite believe it was real. Her reaction made me chuckle under my breath. Hell, she looked like she’d just stepped onto a movie set and couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Maverick passed Luna to Molly, then dropped onto the couch and pulled his old lady onto his lap, circling his arms around her and their daughter in a possessive hold.
At the bar, Dahlia grinned as she watched Fox try to wrangle his twin toddlers—one squirming on his shoulder, the other dangling from his hand by the back of her shirt like a damn kitten. Deviant and Storm were with their women nearby, while Nevada, Savage, Inferno, and Racer sat at the bar, drinking beer and barking at the baseball game on one of the TVs.
The place was loud, rough around the edges, and filled with the kind of love only men like us knew how to give—fierce, full-throttle, and all-consuming.
I introduced Sadie quickly, keeping her close the entire time with one hand on her hip. It was a lot, and I’d been a little worried with how shy she was. But she handled it like a fucking pro, giving soft smiles and little waves, all while holding tight to my side.
As soon as we were clear, I nudged her toward the stairs, but Fox called out to me before we reached them.
I pressed a kiss on Sadie's temple.
“Give me a minute, sunshine,” I murmured, then walked over.
“New shipment of vests came in,” he said, his voice low, just for me. “Sheila picked one up today. Should be done this week.”
I nodded once, satisfaction settling in low and hot inside me. When an Iron Rogue found his woman, he didn’t fuck around. We didn’t “date” or go slow. We claimed. Fast and hard. And we marked them so everyone knew who they belonged to.
Custom vests used to take weeks. Now Fox kept a stash at the clubhouse already half-patched. Sheila, Tank’s old lady, handled the embroidery of the names. She’d already be stitching Sadie on the front and my road name across the back.
“Appreciate it,” I muttered before jogging back to my girl. Then we climbed the stairs together.
The clubhouse wasn’t massive, so we had several apartments above the buildings we owned across Old Bridge where prospects and some patches lived. But this was the heart of the club. Upstairs, brothers who lived on-site had their own rooms with a private bath, and some were even more like one-bedroom apartments. The rest were spare rooms for whoever needed to crash.
When we reached mine, I unlocked the door and pushed it open, tossing her bags into the closet. Then I turned and hauled her into my arms, burying my face in her neck.
“Overwhelmed?”
She let out a soft laugh. “A little. But I really like it here so far.”
“Good.” I took her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss…just shy of unhinged. By the time I pulled back, she was clinging to me as though she couldn’t stand on her own.
I forced myself to loosen my grip. “How about a bath, sunshine?”
“Are you gonna take it with me?” she asked hopefully, blinking up at me with those big, blue eyes.
My groan was pure torture. “Don’t tempt me,” I growled.
Grabbing her hand, I led her to the bathroom and turned on the hot water.
When I looked back, she stood in the doorway with her bottom lip stuck out in a little pout that was cute as fuck.
I grinned and shook my head. “You can have your wicked way with me as much as you want tomorrow. I promise.”
She huffed but didn’t argue. I kissed her quickly and bolted before my restraint snapped clean in half. Then I dropped onto the bed and tried not to think about her naked and wet just ten feet away and failing miserably.
When the bathroom door finally opened, I turned my head and felt my heart stop.
She wore one of my shirts. It hung off her shoulders, halfway down her thighs, drowning her small frame. Somehow, that made it even hotter. Seeing her in my clothes had my cock standing at full attention.
Her hair was damp and hung in waves down her back and over her shoulders. Her skin had been scrubbed pink, and her hard little nipples poked through the cotton like a fucking invitation.
Fuuuuuck.
She gave a shy smile and padded across the room, slipping under the covers beside me…then climbed onto my lap.
“Sadie,” I growled, the warning low and shaky. I was one second from saying fuck it and burying my throbbing dick inside her.
“I feel achy,” she whispered. “Empty.”
Son of a bitch .
I shut my eyes, exhaling slowly. When I opened them, I filled my hands with her tits and muttered, “Can’t have that, can we?”
I’d give her what she needed. Always.
There was plenty I could do to her without breaking her tight pussy. And I did every fucking one of them. I worked her with my fingers, then my tongue, until she was screaming my name in ecstasy.
Then I jacked off, pumping hard until I spilled across her bare pussy—then pushed some of it inside.
Claimed .
When I finally dragged her into my arms, I smiled to myself.
She was in my bed. My come was leaking out of her. And the rest was coming real soon.