Chapter 11
Pops
“Iam exhausted. Pamper me, my love!” I announce, bursting into mine and Debs’ suite in the farmhouse.
I make a beeline for my woman, curled up on the comfy couch, legs tucked up under her luscious ass, collapsing down next to her, resting my head on said ass.
Debs lets out a throaty chuckle, “Lemme guess, getting an MC worth of men to pose all sexy wasn’t as easy as you, Mad Dog and Rider thought?”
I let out a long groan, “Why the fuck did I let Rider convince me that boudoir shoots were a good idea?”
“Because, my sexy hunk of man meat, they are. Do you know how hot I get looking at the ones you did for me?”
I palm her thigh, rubbing gently, my cock thickening at her throaty groan. Then all the hairy asses and one set of hairy balls pops into my mind and I yelp.
“Sid! What’s wrong?” Debs jumps up suddenly, removing her pert derriere from under my head, letting me face plant into the cushion.
“Ugh, I had flashbacks to naked asses and balls. Why the fuck are that lot not waxing? Jesus fucking christ. I don’t know how their women put up with it.” I shudder. “Did you know Switch was a natural redhead?”
Debs snorts so hard she coughs. “I never doubted it for a second. No man is going to dye his hair and beard that color.” She giggles. “Wait, why was Switch there? Isn’t it, ah, too soon to be giving Joy nudey pics?”
“Way too fucking soon.” I tug on her hand, getting her to take a seat so I can rest my head in her lap. “But I mean, who knows about the future? I think she’s probably a little stronger than he thinks she is.”
“I think so too,” Debs agrees, running her fingers through my hair.
“The rest of them? Fucking god help them. They’re trying so hard to make this a big day for their women. Even if half of them are clueless. Good thing they have me, Mad Dog and Rider.”
“Isn’t it funny how Rider is the single one but always seems to have a plan?”
“That boy ain't as clueless and tough as he makes out. He’s got a huge fucking heart and I know the woman he ends up with will be perfect for him.”
Debs’ fingers freeze in my hair. “What do you know?” she asks, voice laced with suspicion.
“Nothing much, other than the woman he has his sights set on is going to make him fucking work for it.”
“I can’t wait to meet her,” Debs wriggles excitedly.
“What makes you think you haven’t already?”
“Sidney Tombs-”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Oh, you won't be able to get any of this cookie then.”
My brow raises as I arch my neck to look up at my woman. “What cookie?”
“Oh, you know. Your most favorite one.” She shimmies her ass and then giggles, running to our room, thighs rubbing.
She’s goddamn fucking perfect and if I have to let slip what I know then so be it.
Nat
“Is there a reason why you’re looming over me right now?” I ask, my eyes still closed, trying not to grin at my adorably idiotic Ol Man.
I know exactly why he’s looming over me.
It’s Valentine’s Day and the day of the poker run.
Poker runs always get my man all fidgety, and today will be no exception.
He just loves riding with his crew, for a good reason.
So different to when we first met and he was part of the Death Riders.
Don’t get me wrong, they were a family of sorts.
Some of them at least. But one bad leader had them doing all sorts of dangerous shit.
There was a time there where I thought Savage and I would never make it, but my man, as always, proved me wrong.
“Am I not allowed to gaze down at my beautiful Ol Lady?” My eyes flutter open, catching Savage’s dark blue eyes locked onto mine.
His inhale of breath startles me, as does the soft look in his eye.
“Fuck baby, you slay me sometimes.” He leans forward, pressing a barely there kiss to my lips.
“I can’t believe you ever gave me a fucking chance all those years ago. ”
I snort very femininely, “Me neither buddy. Especially as you had your fingers in a cut slut the same time you were making goo-goo eyes at me.”
He groans and rolls onto his back, his thick bicep flexing as he slings his arm over his eyes. “I can’t fucking believe how stupid I was.” He then turns to peek at me from under his arm, “why the fuck did you give me a chance?”
“Has to have been pure biology. Pheromones or something because nothing about starting a relationship with you made any good sense.” I giggle, rolling and pressing a kiss to his chest. Then a little lick to his nipple, because I can.
Instead of launching himself on me in all sorts of horny ways, my man stares at me once again, before sitting up, kicking the blankets off. “I can’t wait any longer,” he mutters to himself as he flings open the wardrobe door, squatting and rummaging around.
He stands with a flourish, holding something very pink in his hand.
I sit up, leaning against the headboard and watch in fascination as the muscles in his body flex and move as he stalks back to the bed, sitting on the edge, watching me intently.
He gently hands over the pink thing and I see it’s something large and flatish, covered in pink sparkly paper and wrapped as best as Savage could do.
We’ve spent many Christmases together. I know this man’s wrapping anywhere.
“Happy Valentine's Day, baby.” He presses a kiss to my lips and I follow him a little as he moves to pull away, wanting to draw out our time together.
He sits upright and watches me intently as I run my fingers over the 1 million pieces of tape that are holding the wrapping together.
He begins to fidget and I know from experience that he’s not going to take much more before he snatches it off me and unwraps it himself.
I torture him just a little bit longer before grinning and ripping the paper.
He snatches away the loose bits, balling them up in his large fist before tossing them over his shoulder and I can't help the laughter that spills out of me. For someone who is so controlled, so in charge a lot of the time, he’s like an exuberant puppy when it comes to me and Rosie.
Once the paper is gone I’m left with a warm, brown leather bound book, with mine and Savage’s initials carved into the front in a swirly font. The leather creaks as I open the cover, to be met with the very first photograph of us ever taken, and Savage’s neat, all capitals handwriting next to it.
The day my life changed.
“Oh, baby,” I whisper, my throat tight with emotion as I gently turn page after page of our smiling faces, each with a memory beside it, in Savage’s own words and handwriting.
My fingers trace where he’s thoughtfully written every moment of us falling in love captured with the emotion that he felt at the time.
Things I never knew he felt. Nervousness that I wouldn't say yes to dinner with him. Fear that I’d realize he wasn’t good enough.
Hope that I’d agree to being his woman. All here, in pictures and words that blur my vision and make my chest squeeze.
“I never in a million years thought I could have someone like you, Nat. But you agreeing to look at me, to talk to me, to build a life with me is something that I will never deserve, but will always be thankful for.”
I have no words, as I cup his face, my thumb rasping along his beard as I draw him closer, so close that I can see the lighter flecks in his dark blue eyes.
I gently and reverently close my gift, moving it to the side before I climb onto my knees and crawl into the lap of my Ol Man, fusing our mouths together as our hearts and souls have already been.
My lips meet his, gently at first before a hunger that only exists for my man takes over.
I’m desperate for him, I need him, with everything in me, I need this man.