Wilson 27.
6 months later
It’s been a long day. Fuck, the last several months have been interminable, and yet, some of the best of my 44 years on Earth, despite the upheaval of several trials.
It was not even a day after Tybalt and Tilly yelled “Schumacher” in the clubroom, that Matt Michaels, chairman of the Building A Village charity organization and his accomplice, retired bank manager Raymond Murphy were apprehended for a whole laundry list of crimes. Well, Raymond Murphy was arrested immediately, the FBI had to wait until Michaels recovered from a heart attack before he was taken into custody. It seems the stress of the heist and his wife’s constant nagging was too much for Matt Michaels’ seventy-something-year-old heart to handle. On their way to Canada, he and his wife were stalled in traffic when he had a heart attack. Panicking, his wife called 911 and he was taken to a nearby hospital in Alexandria Bay, New York. His name was flagged by the FBI arrest warrant Lomax issued. At the hospital, his wife played the doting spouse, refusing to answer any questions, until it was mentioned that Matt Michaels’ alias was the only name on the account the money was finally transferred into. When she realized Michaels had no intention of ever sharing the money with her, she turned on him faster than a cut avocado. They were both more than willing to tell all about Murphy’s involvement for the chance at reduced sentences. Michaels and Murphy planned this more than a year ago, using Patrice and Tilly at the bank for access and scapegoats. It just worked out in their favor that Eric Rawson murdered his cousin and assumed his identity. Michaels knew it right away, but played along so Rawson would take care of most of the leg work. Not only is Michaels a greedy thief, but he is also a lazy one.
Normally, justice is a slow and fickle bitch, but she decided to cooperate this time around. Tilly and I step through the door of our suite at the clubhouse, leaving most of my club brothers and the women downstairs, in need of some time alone with each other. Testifying and sitting through five separate trials has been exhausting. I’ve never been more grateful for Tilly, and I know she feels the same about me. We’ve helped each other through this horrible ordeal and are happy to put it behind us, just as those responsible are all now behind bars for the foreseeable future. Exactly where they fucking belong.
“Brady?” Tilly’s voice is tired but so sweet as she says my name. I lay my kutte over the back of one of the chairs in our living room and step out of my boots.
“Yeah, baby?” I glance up from my feet at her sigh.
“Will you…will you make love to me?” Her entire body deflates, and I rush over to pull her into my arms. “I’m so tired and happy it’s over and emotionally drained and I just need you to hold me, kiss me, love me.” Meeting my eyes, she cups my cheeks in her soft palms, “I need to feel you move inside me and remind me that we’re here, we’re safe, and we’re gonna have such a great life together.”
I crash my mouth to hers and force my tongue between her plush lips. She moans when our tongues meet, pushing against my body with hers. I break away and take a deep breath, “We are, Tilly. We’re gonna have an amazing life. You, me. And our family, the one we’ve chosen and the one we make.” She nods eagerly, practically jumping up to kiss me again. My hands under her thighs, I lift her up and carry her over to the couch.
It takes some maneuvering and more time than it should to strip ourselves bare, our clothing thrown haphazardly around the living room. I settle back on the couch with her straddling my thighs, her neatly trimmed pussy hovering inches above my aching cock. My hands move all over her silky skin, thighs, ass, hips, tits. Hands on her throat, I still her frantic movement with a firm grip. Her dark eyes almost black with need.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. So much.”
“Marry me. Be my wife and my Ol’ Lady. Be mine.” Her eyes soften slightly, a sheen of tears that glitter in the lamp lighting.
“I’ve always been yours, Brady Wilson. Yes.”
Instead of responding, I lower my hands to her hips and urge her to drop down my shaft. She does in one swift motion, her pussy engulfing my cock and hugging it tight. We kiss, messy and perfect. She rides me faster and faster, chasing her climax and pushing me closer and closer to my own with each swivel of her hips. Her tits bounce in my face, tempting me, taunting me. Hand on her back, I pull her in and latch onto one thick nipple, sucking on it before scraping it with my teeth. She spasms around me, whining. Shifting on the couch, I manage to hit something inside her that sets her off. I’ve never seen her this wild before. It’s amazing and mesmerizing. I lean back, stretch my arms out over the back of the couch and take her in. She owns me, body and soul. This magnificent woman. One phone call changed the entire trajectory of my life, and I’ve never regretted it, not even one moment.
“You want my cum, baby?”
“Yes!”
“You gotta milk it out of me. Squeeze me with your tight cunt, give me no choice but to fill you up. My cum belongs to you, but you gotta take it.”
“Give it to me, Brady! It’s mine!”
“Damn right it is!”
Her left hand goes around my throat, pinning me to the couch, the other circles her clit. “I want it. Now.” She demands it and it’s honestly the most erotic moment of my entire existence. I find myself nodding, wanting to please her more than anything. My hands move to grab onto her, touch her, but she tightens her hand around my throat, stalling my movements. “No. No touching. You are gonna cum for me, Brady Wilson, and you’re gonna do it now because I said so. My pussy needs it, wants it. And you don’t want to disappoint my pussy, do you?”
“No!” Holy fuck, my orgasm is rapidly bubbling to the surface, my cock impossibly hard as her body swallows it over and over. My balls give it up when she grinds down on my cock, her fingers on her clit grazing my shaft. “Oh God!” Head thrown back, my chest constricts, and stars dance behind my closed eyelids. “Fuck!” I feel my cock jerk inside her, giving her everything I’ve got. Involuntarily, I thrust up as she pushes down and her fingers rub harder as her body spasms, chest and neck flushing with her orgasm, her inner muscles a rhythmic pulse that prolongs my climax past the point of pleasure and into pain.
So worth it.
I don’t know how long we sit here entwined. Long enough for my cum to leak out of her and drip down my balls. I nudge her head with my own and she lazily arches until I can press my lips to hers. Neither of us has the energy for much more than a simple touch, but it’s enough.
“I don’t want to be all girly…” I chuckle then hum for her to continue. “But can we get showered and then go tell everyone we’re engaged? I’m so excited to marry you, Brady, I want everyone to know.”
How can a man argue with that?
About 30 minutes later, we descend the stairs and beeline for the kitchen. We’re starving after a long day in court and our couch session upstairs. Sandwiches and chips in hand, we enter the clubroom. McKinley, Fillmore, and Buchanan are occupied with lobbyists. Chastity sits in Langley’s lap and Quinn is cuddled into Adams’ side on the couch opposite them. Quinn’s arms are flapping and the other three are laughing at whatever she’s saying.
Tilly and I exchange a look. I nod with an encouraging smile, she glances down at her new ring, and bounces on her feet with excitement. She’s adorable.
“I’m gonna see where Madison is, then we can tell them.” I whisper in her ear, and she frowns at the delay but understands the necessity. I turn on my heel to track down my president, when he comes into the clubroom, Betty, Hayes, and Stacy following behind. I open my mouth to address them when the front door opens. Polk, Ford, Carver, and Keller walk in. Ford stops just inside the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he takes in Quinn sitting with Adams’ arm around her, her head resting on his shoulder.
“What the fuck?” Ford snarls, long strides closing the distance between them quickly. The room is silent, all of us waiting to see what Ford is going to do. I know it won’t be good, but I’m not sure how to stop the train wreck. “What’s going on, Quinn? I didn’t want you, so you set your sights on the lonely widower? Or do you want to be a lobbyist? Spreading your legs for any brother willing to give your used up cunt a try?”
I can see Quinn’s eyes tear up from where I’m standing, and can feel Tilly stiffen at my side. Adams’ gently urges a shell-shocked Quinn to the side and then he’s on his feet fast. But Chastity is faster. She jumps off Langley’s lap and marches to Ford, getting right in his face.
“Such a fucking cliché, Ford. You don’t want her, but you don’t want anyone else having her either.”
Ford’s hard gaze runs up and down her body. “What’s the matter, Chastity, you heard ‘used up cunt’ and thought I was talking to you?”
Chastity raises her hand to no doubt slap the fucker, but Langley stops her. Unfortunately, everyone focuses on Chastity, and no one stops Quinn from punching Ford so hard his head snaps to the side, blood spraying across the carpet.
“QUINN!” Madison roars from near me.
Quinn stares at Ford as if seeing him for the first time. She holds her hand up and speaks to Madison, though she never takes her eyes off Ford. “I know, Madison, I broke MC law and hit a patched member. Close ranks, protect your precious brother, do what you gotta do. I’m done with him.” Moving her gaze across the room, landing on brother after brother as we stand in stunned silence, she finally comes to Madison. “And I’m done with the club.”
She walks out with her head held high, her back straight, and a confidence that’s rightly deserved. That’s a hell of a woman. The door slams shut behind her. The tension in the room becomes stifling and I say the first thing I can think of to diffuse the situation before any one of us goes violently after Ford.
“Tilly and I are engaged!” Every eye in the room is on us and I realize the discomfort of a minute ago has nothing on the weight of disbelief and disapproval I feel now. Especially from the little woman next to me.
Tilly smacks a hand to her forehead. “Way to read the room, Wilson.”