Wilson 11.
“It’s bullshit. Why the fuck are we giving them to the police? We should put them both in a vat of water and boil them alive.”
“You got a vat that big hidden in your room upstairs, McKinley? A cauldron and eye of newt? You a fucking witch now?”
“No, Prez.” McKinley replies through gritted teeth. “The only witch here is—”
“You think very carefully about how you wanna finish that sentence. Cuz if you call my ol’ lady a witch again, we’re gonna have eye of McKinley to throw in a fucking vat.”
“She calls herself one all the time! Betty has a bumper sticker on her bike that literally says, ‘My other ride is a broom’. Why can’t I call her a witch?”
Adams pats Madison on the shoulder and glares at McKinley, “Can we get back to the drug dealer and piece of shit egg donor willing to sell her two daughters into the sex trade for another hit?”
Madison sticks his tongue out at McKinley, planting his hands on the table, “Somebody like Lancia goes missing or winds up dead with Kim McNamara, the police are gonna check shit out. They’re gonna find the ex-husband is represented by Lincoln, and 1+1 always equals motorcycle club guilty of murder.”
It’s just the officers, Prez dismissed club church about an hour ago, and the seven of us officers have been hashing out a plan to deal with Lancia and McNamara. It took Pierce several days to gather everything he could find on the pair, known associates, and hack into their communications. Lincoln advocated for us to just kill them both, but Madison is president for a reason. He sees the much bigger picture and plays the long game. I trust him. We all do, despite McKinley’s blood thirst.
“I know you’re right, Prez, but I don’t like it.”
“Neither do I, McKinley, but it’s the right move for the club.” He leans over the table, stopping inches from McKinley’s naturally tan face and salt and pepper goatee. They’ve been club brothers from the beginning, twenty-four years riding together. So, when Prez looks at our Sergeant-At-Arms with that creepy fucking smile, McKinley knows he’s still going to get to do some well-deserved violence. “And should the justice system fail, I will buy you the biggest fucking cauldron I can find, and we’ll have ourselves some Lancia stew.”
“Thank you, Prez.” The rest of us chuckle at McKinley’s gratitude. Sick fuck. Glad he’s on our side.
“Pierce will provide the police with the information he’s gathered, anonymously, and will send the same packet to Kohlman Associates to clear our involvement. No fruit of the poisonous fucking tree on this one. Anything else?” We all shake our heads. He bangs the gavel and dismisses us.
Stepping into the clubroom, I’m not surprised to find my club brothers engaging in all manners of debauchery. However, the little thing with beautiful caramel skin and several bakery boxes is a very pleasant surprise. It’s been days, over a week since I’ve seen her in person. We’ve both been busy with work, her with the fundraiser, me with club business…and to be honest, I don’t trust myself to be around her and not rip her clothes off and fuck her until she’s begging for mercy.
A bit later, after Audrey has calmed down about the road name process, I walk around the clubroom, introducing Tilly to the club brothers she hasn’t met, Audrey, prospects, and the lobbyists. I’d have preferred her to meet Buchanan, Keller, and Fillmore when they weren’t balls deep inside Jules, DeeDee, and Taffy, but sex at the club is a regular occurrence, at least when Sammy isn’t around. He’s at his best friend, Enzo’s house. Enzo’s mom Quinn should be bringing him home soon since it’s a school night.
Curled up on one of the couches, Tilly’s head rests between my collar and jaw, my arm around her waist, fingers idly tracing the sliver of skin above her pants. Tilly glances up at me with a soft smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s a school night.”
Her smile grows as she arches her neck to see me better, “Why’s that funny?”
“Look around you.” I extend my arm and present the room to her. She yelps, quickly turning her head away from where Langley is now eating Chastity out on the pool table. “This is what we’re like when we play. Sex, beer, and fucking bad language. It’s just weird that now we worry about school nights because of Sammy. And I don’t doubt that the cries of babies aren’t far behind with how often Lincoln’s asking brothers to babysit while he spends ‘quality time’ with Audrey.” Tilly giggles, and I press my lips to her forehead and linger for a few moments. “Is this too much for you?” I whisper.
“Being held in your strong and capable arms, or the number of genitalia I’ve seen this evening?”
Huffing, I dig my fingers into her side as she squirms, “Bit of both.”
“It’s new. It’s different. And it will take me a little while to get used to it. And as for being right here on this couch with the handsomest man in the room, I’m already addicted.” Groaning, I drop my head back on the couch and stare up at the ceiling, praying for patience.
“You should invite your brother over.”
“What?” She jerks in my arms, twisting on the couch to face me head-on. “Why would I do that?”
“Because he’s an important part of your life, and I want me and the club to be important to you too. Let’s see how well they mesh.”
Her eyes narrow, “You want him to babysit us, so we don’t get freaky.”
I nod, resembling a bobble-head with my enthusiasm, “Yes, I want him to babysit us, so I don’t throw you over my shoulder, haul you up to my room, strip you naked on my bed, and devour you whole.”
She jumps to the other side of the couch, landing on Betty’s lap, her fingers flying over the screen of her phone. Those around us laugh, but I don’t find anything about my neglected erection funny.
“He wants to know if he should bring anything?” Tilly meets my eyes, amusement coloring her expression. “Like a bottle of wine, or a covered dish?”
“Ooh, tell him to get some chocolate milk.” Polk yells from his spot at the bar.
“Good call, brother.” Buchanan raises his fist in solidarity while Belly deep throats his cock. Man is insatiable. He should see a doctor. “Be good to dunk those one cookies in.”
The guys begin debating the best way to eat cookies, brownies, and the like.
“They are rather opinionated about baked goods.” Tilly surmises, sliding back over to me on the couch.
“I know it wasn’t intentional, but by bringing all that here, every brother will now defend you with their life…so long as you continue to supply them with sugar.”
“Sugar equals protection. Good to know.” She resumes her position against my side, her head back where it belongs on my shoulder. She fits me so well, our bodies slotting together naturally. I can almost taste her and know when we finally fuck it will be fucking epic. Seeing her with my club brothers, the men I trust with my life, how easy she navigates the different personalities and conversations, cements how I feel about her. She’s incredible and she’ll be mine.
After the gala. Unfortunately, it’s still several weeks away.
In the meantime, we’ll just keep her brother around as chaperone.
Tybalt shows up about 20 minutes later with several gallons of chocolate milk. He’s instantly brought to the bar where the prospects have set out the assorted baked goods, plates, napkins, and glasses for the milk.
A few hours later, Tybalt joins me where I’m standing against the end of the bar, enjoying a chocolate coconut cookie. Tilly is sitting with Audrey, Betty, and Stacy not far from me. “Thank you for inviting me.”
“Is it what you thought?”
“Can’t say that it is.” He chuckles to himself. “When Gladys described you all as hardened criminals with a penchant for violence, milk and cookies wasn’t what I was picturing.”
I nod in understanding, knowing how most of the people think of us. “We are more than rumors and misunderstandings and naivete.” His expression changes, more serious than a moment ago. “I’d like for you to get to know us as we are.”
“You sound like my sister.”
“I’m serious about her, Tybalt. I need you to know that. I’d love for you to be a part of what I’m hoping she and I build together, but let me be clear, she’s mine whether you approve or not.”
He stares at me for several long moments. “You will keep her safe, protect her with your life, and love her cracks and all.” It isn’t a question, but I nod in the affirmative. “And you will keep her the fuck away from Tandoori.”
“I will always do what makes her happy, so long as she’s in no danger.” I pat him on the shoulder, “However, the only one in danger of her eating Tandoori is you, so I wouldn’t count on my compliance.”
“You will when you’re plunging the toilet after her!”
I smirk over my shoulder as I walk to my woman. “Top of the line sewage system, buddy. You think this many men can live together without it?”
Tilly leans back as I stand behind her chair, my hands going to her shoulders, kneading the muscle. She moans in pleasure and the others laugh when her eyes close, her head resting back against my lower stomach. Fuck. She’s so fucking beautiful. I never gave much thought to having an ol’ lady. I’ve never been opposed to having one, nor am I afraid of commitment like a few others around here. I just never met anyone who inspired that level of commitment. But Tilly…
“Tybalt!” Betty waves him over. “Be a good boy and take this young lady home.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He responds immediately. “Come on, Till, time to go home.”
Tilly giggles like a little girl, “It’s a school night.” She opens her eyes and winks at me. Is she drunk?
I stare at the group, “Is she drunk?”
“No…” Betty, Stacy, and Audrey reply in unison. I make a point to glare at each one of them, but they aren’t fazed in the least.
Audrey picks up her phone from the table when it beeps. “Lincoln! We’re back on duty!” She stands up, walks over to Tilly and bends down to hug her.
“I’ll text you tomorrow after I’ve talked with Quinn. Dinner soon?”
Tilly nods her head quickly, “That would be great! Tybs, I think I’ve made some friends. Jealous?”
“Absolutely, Tills. Super jealous.” He turns to me, “I’ll go get her car.”
“You didn’t drive?” He shakes his head on his way out.
“Come on, Tandoori.” I help her out of the chair, and she sways slightly but finds her balance quickly. Arching her neck, she glares up at me and it’s adorable.
“I don’t like that nickname. But I like you.”
“I like you too.” Holding her hand, I lead her out of the clubroom, everyone calling out their goodbyes.
“Wilson?” Just outside of the clubhouse, Tilly stops. Her eyes are dark pools of desire and it’s damn difficult not to just take her back inside and upstairs. “I can’t go so long without seeing you. I missed you.”
“I know, baby.” And I do. When we’re apart it almost hurts. Sappy, whipped, whatever you want to call me, I’ll own it. I pull her into my arms, my hands on the back of her head and her lower back. She melts into me with a contented sigh. Fuckin’ hell. The sound of an engine has me stepping back, knowing her brother is here with her car. “I’ll call you tomorrow. And I’ll see you soon.”
“Promise?”
I can’t deny her a damn thing. “I promise.” Her hands in mine, I dip my head to kiss her cheek. Such soft skin. When I pull back, she taps her finger against the other cheek. With a chuckle, I bend to kiss the other, only she turns at the last second and our lips connect instead. Instant heat envelops my entire body, starting at my lips. It takes a single solitary second for me to react. With a growl, I release her hands, grab her hips, and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I push her against the wall of the clubhouse. Pelvis to pelvis, I slide my hands to her neck, tilt her head where I want it and fucking consume her. Ravenous. Desperate. Complete loss of control.
“Dude! That’s my sister.” I vaguely hear Tybalt protest, but the little needy whimpers coming from my woman spur me on. I take and take and take and it’s not nearly enough. I knew on the couch her body fit mine, but right now cradled between her thighs, her greedy pussy riding the ridge of my cock, it’s clear she was made for me.
It isn’t until the blaring horn of a car right behind us that I withdraw from her mouth and give us both a chance to catch our breath. Tilly never takes her eyes from mine as she raises both hands and flips her brother off.
“When…how far…” She struggles for a moment, shakes her head, and grins wickedly, “When is the gala, again?”
“A few more weeks.”
“I’m a dumb butt.” I kiss her softly once more, then step back from the wall, helping her to her feet.
“No, you’re not.”
“I am. A horny, horny dumb butt.”
“It’ll be worth it, baby.” She looks me up and down, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip and her eyes lingering on my crotch.
“Yeah.” She agrees hoarsely. “Yeah, it’ll be so worth it.”
“Night, Tandoori.”
“Good night, Wilson.” Up on her tiptoes she kisses the point of my chin. “Thank you for letting me into your world.”
She gets into the passenger seat, smacks her brother on the back of the head, and grins at me as he backs up and leaves the compound. I stand there staring after them, long after their taillights disappear.
Congressionals MC has always been the sun of my life, that which everything revolves around. But as I think about the feel of her lips, the weight of her at my side on the couch, the sound of her laughter…she will be my eclipse.