Chapter 17
Sasha
“Why are we at the clubhouse?” Roman asks, looking intrigued. I give him a small smile, not wanting to give too much away. “Sasha? Moy lyubimyy?”
I don’t answer. Instead I slowly make my way up the drive, knowing that the MC are inside at what Ana calls “the after party”.
Roman taps his finger on his thigh, and I know he’s nervous.
My man likes to be in charge of everything.
He likes to know everything. Me surprising him with an evening at the MC will be causing anxiety.
“We are here to party. For Valentine’s Day.”
He raises a brow as he turns his head to look at me from his position in the passenger seat.
When we travel as a couple we sit side by side.
When it’s a business meeting, he sits in the back.
It’s part of the facade. Part of the act where I am just a man who works for the Pakhan, opening his door and keeping him safe.
Not someone who loves the Pakhan with every fiber of his being.
“Valentine’s Day? We usually celebrate at home. In bed.” The corner of Roman’s mouth tips up as his hand finds its way onto my upper thigh, causing heat to run through me.
“We do. But tonight I want to celebrate with my man. In public with people we trust.” I stop the car, the glow of the clubhouse lights bathing Roman in gold. “I want to love my man in the open. Not behind closed doors. Not tonight.” I swallow, searching Roman’s dark gaze. “Will you let me do that?”
Roman glances at the clubhouse and the big man on the deck, leaning over the railing gazing down at him. “Are you coming in or what? You’ll miss the slow dances if you fuck around too long,” Marx calls, before tipping his head toward the common room.
Roman’s gaze finds mine. “This is happening?”
I nod, too afraid to say a word in case this doesn't make Roman happy. All I want is for him to be happy.
“Ty tak khorosho ko mne otnosish’sya, you treat me so well, my love.”
“Only you, Roman. Only you.”
He smiles as he opens the door and gets out, the hard planes of his body illuminated by the clubhouse lights as he walks around the hood of the car, coming to a stop at my door. He opens it, then holds his hand out for mine.
“May I have the first dance?”
Violet
“You look exhausted, we should probably get home,” Jules says, looking down at me with his brows pinched.
“No, I don't want to go! I want to stay here and watch Roman and Sasha be so stinkin’ in love with each other!” I let out a happy sigh as I watch the two men whisper to each other as Sasha leads Roman around the dancefloor again.
They’ve been that way since they came in. Roman looked a little nervous to begin with, and I get it. He’s spent years hiding his relationship, it must feel weird to be out in this way. Being able to touch each other, kiss each other, dance with each other with full freedom and no judgement.
“I think you’ve seen enough. Come on, babe.”
I groan as Jules takes my hand and pulls me up. He moves to lead me to the door but we have Juno upstairs in the nursery so I head that way.
“Ugh, you could be right. I can’t believe how tired I am and all I did was sit on the back of the bike all day!” I groan, slowly making my way up the stairs.
“Could it have been the three orgasms you had on the back of my bike making you sleepy?” Jules asks in his teasing voice, gently gripping me by the elbow and leading me back down the steps I just climbed and towards the door.
“First off, it’s cruel for you to A) pose for such a hot photo and B) for Rider to give it to me when I had no ability to get any relief. And second, we’re meant to be picking up Juno.”
“Mama Debs is keeping the littles overnight. And that photo wasn’t that hot.”
I spin to gape at him. Not that hot? Not that hot?
! It was so fucking hot I’m surprised I didn't get third degree burns because holy shit! My man is hot on a good day, but oiled up, lounging on a bed naked save for some artfully draped silk sheets with his bronze, toned body on display? He’s lucky I didn't mount him at the bar. Jesus Hell.
“It was so fucking hot and you know it, Jules Tombs.” I poke his chest for extra emphasis but all that does is draw my attention to his hard pecs. It’s so unfair how hot he is and then I remember he’s mine and all the other women can kiss my big ass.
He gives me one of his trademark crooked smiles before dipping his head and placing an impossibly soft kiss on my lips. “I love you, Violet Davies.”
“I love you, Jules Tombs, my Ol Man.” His smile widens at this and he pats my ass gently, before taking my hand and leading me out the door and down the path to our house.
The front porch light is on, the diffused light giving my flower garden a soft glow. I call it mine but it was something Jules and Juno did not long after he asked me to be his Ol Lady. He may be an asshole to everyone else in this world, but to me and Juno, he is our world.
Jules stops at the front door, turning to look at me. “I have a surprise for you, baby. So I’m going to cover your eyes and walk you through the front door. No peeking.”
He moves to position himself behind me, my booty brushing the hard cock in his pants. I give a little wiggle, just to tease him a little and my pussy clenches when he nips the back of my neck gently.
“Behave.” His hand descends over my eyes, blocking my vision and my ears prick up when the door unlatches and gives a hushed whisper as it swings open.
“You should have gotten a silk scarf babe. I’d let you do whatever you wanted to me. Hand cuff me to the bed, tease me with feathers,” I let out a little groan, “have me blind folded, on my knees slapping your big, hard cock on my-”
“Violet Esperanza Davies!”
Jules slowly removes his hand from my eyes and I’m met with disappointed looks from the two people who made me, along with Lily and Moss.
“Holy fucking shit,” Moss wheezes, trying hard to stay standing but instead melts onto our couch where he struggles to breathe due to laughing his ass off.
“Mama! Oh um, Happy Valentine’s Day!” I paste a tremulous smile on my face and then think “fuck it” and spin into the safety of Jules hard man pecs.
“Baby, are you OK?” Jules asks insincerely.
I know he’s being insincere because his body is shaking with laughter.
“No, Jules, I’m most definitely not OK.” To illustrate how not OK I am, I bang my head against his chest, wishing it was a wall or a floor that could swallow me whole.
“You’ll be fine, baby. Now, let me give you my gift.”
I pull back from Jules, brows pulled low, “Wait? What kind of Valentine’s gift needs to be given to me in front of my family?” My arm flings out toward my parents and it’s then I notice it.
The candles dotted around. Violets in vases artfully placed around the room, the dark purple balloons floating in the air, and -
“Is that a kitten?” I squint at the small creature fast asleep in a floofy bed in the corner.
“Ah, yeah, the Big Littles said you’d like it.”
My heart melts as its little belly slowly rises and falls with its breathing. “Aw, Jules, you big softy! I love it!” I grip his gorgeous face in my hands and smack a quick kiss on his lips. “Not sure why the family had to be here for this-”
My voice cuts out when the man before me slowly lowers himself down to one knee. Oh my God. Ohmygod ohmygod ohmyfuckinggod. “Jules?”
“Vi, you know I’m not good at these types of things.
I’m better at fixing things. Keeping people safe.
Secure.” He clears his throat and someone sniffles in the background.
My heart is beating through my chest and all that matters in this moment is the beautiful man on his knees before me.
“I don’t always say what I feel. Half the time I don’t even know how to name it.
But I know this. When you’re not with me, the world feels wrong. You gave me and Juno love. A home.”
“Oh Jules,” I whisper, tears welling in my eyes. If he only knew. Juno won me over with her grumpy little girl face, and Jules won me over with his ability to break down all his walls and build them back up again with me and Juno at the center of them.
“I don’t promise pretty words or grand gestures. I promise to show up. I promise to choose you. Every day. No matter how crazy things get.”
My trembling hands cup his face gently, my thumb catching the tear that rolls down his cheek as he looks up at me like I hung the fucking moon and stars for him and his daughter.
“You’re my home. My family. My Ol Lady.” He holds up the most beautiful ring I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Simple. Solid. One single round cut diamond catching the candlelight.
“And hopefully my wife. Marry me,” Jules whispers the last part, only loud enough for my ears to hear and yet I feel it like a call to my very soul.
I open my mouth to answer and all that comes out is a laugh, a sound so joyous that I can't believe I made it, before a sob tears out of me. My emotions are bouncing and fizzing inside of me and I can’t quite grasp onto any one thing to help ground me.
Not until Jules takes my hand and presses a soft kiss on my wrist, right over the pulse that's beating out of time.
Taking a deep breath I move closer, Jules’ chin resting on my belly as I gaze down at the man I love more than life itself.
“Jules, you didn’t need to ask. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
“Wait, is that a yes? Mi amor, did she say yes?”
I roll my eyes at Jules, who is wiping tears from my cheeks, “Yes, mom, that is a yes.” Whoops and shouts fill the room and I laugh when Jules rises to his full height, wrapping me in his arms.
“I love you, Jules.”
“Love you too. With all of me.”