Chapter Three
Hatch
Present day…
SOFT LIPS TRAVELING down my chest pulled me from my slumber and I let out a quiet grunt as my woman wrapped her lips around my already hard cock.
“Well, good morning,” she said, taking me deep.
“That’s not where we start, Sunshine,” I growled, sliding my hands under her pits and flipping her onto her back so I could head south.
“I wanted the element of surprise for a change,” she admonished. “We always start here.”
I raised my head and glanced at her from between her legs. “I’m not actually hearing a complaint from my wife about where we start, am I?”
“It’s just that you never let me start where I want to start.”
“I am hearing a complaint from my wife,” I growled. “Did you wake up in a mood?”
“I was in a great mood, ready to suck my man off, but then—”
I buried my face between her legs, cutting off whatever diatribe she was fixin’ to give me, replaced with a quiet squeak, followed by a sigh, and then her leg slid over my shoulder and her heel dug into my back as I licked, sucked, and ate my way to her first orgasm of the morning.
I kissed my way back up her body, sliding my cock slowly inside of her, as she wrapped her legs around my hips.
“Better?” I grunted out.
“Well, yes, but that’s not really the point, is it, darling?” Her British accent getting far more ‘proper’ as she bossed.
Running my tongue over her pulse, I buried my dick deeper and smiled. “What is the point, Sunshine?”
“Oh, bloody hell, I don’t know,” she breathed out, arching into me.
“That’s what I thought,” I retorted, thrusting deep again.
Jesus, her warm, tight heat still did things to me, even after all these years together. “You want hard, beautiful?”
“This is good,” she rasped, pulling the tie from my hair and weaving her fingers into it.
Her action pressed my face to her tits which gave me better access, and I drew a nipple into my mouth as I continued to thrust into her.
“Connor, I can’t… fuck… Jesus,” she hissed. “Now!” she screamed, her pussy contracting around my cock as she came.
I kissed her, slamming into her twice more, letting myself go, then rolling us both to our sides, smiling against her lips. “Mornin’.”
She met my eyes. “Good morning.”
“You still feelin’ sassy?”
“I wasn’t sassy to begin with,” she countered, tugging on my beard. “I’d just like to have one morning when I can finish what I start.”
I chuckled. “I’ll take that into consideration.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Oh, I know.” I grinned. “You gonna shower with me?”
She leaned up on her arms and raised an eyebrow. “You gonna give me another orgasm?”
“What do you think?” I challenged, sliding out of her and climbing off the bed. “I might even let you finish what you started earlier.”
She gave me a slow, sexy smile, then followed me into the bathroom.
An hour later, we were in the kitchen, finishing breakfast when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Normally, we had a strict ‘no phones at the table’ policy, but the club was in a precarious position at the moment, so Maisie and I had eased up on that rule.
“Yeah?” I answered, not lookin’ at the caller ID.
“Need you at the club, brother,” Booker said.
“Now?”
Maisie turned to face me from her place at the sink and frowned.
“Yeah,” Booker said. “Razor’ll be there in five.”
“Give me thirty,” I said, then hung up.
“Is it bad?” Maisie asked.
“Not sure.” I stood, taking my plate to her, and leaning down to kiss her gently. “Razor’s on you today.”
She gripped my cut. “I don’t like this.”
“I know, baby.”
“Ride safe.”
“I’m takin’ the truck today.”
She hissed through her teeth. “That bad?”
“I promised you that I would protect you and that meant not taking me from you. Remember?”
She nodded, but I didn’t miss the sheen of tears in her eyes.
“Okay, so today, I’m takin’ my truck. Spotters have seen Spiders out on the road, and I’m not takin’ the chance that I might be caught unaware. I’ve given the order to ride in quads, so no one rides alone, but today, I’m alone, so I’m in the truck.”
She buried her face in my throat and nodded. “I love you.”
“I know, Sunshine.” I kissed her hair. “I won’t ever take that for granted.”
“Why is Warlock doing this?” she rasped.
“Because he’s crazy.”
The doorbell pealed, and I checked our front door camera. It was Razor, so I kissed Maisie gently, then headed to the front to answer.
“Hey, brother,” I said as he walked in.
“Hey.” He gave me a tentative smile. “Maisie okay?”
“She’s holdin’ on,” I said. “You know how she is.”
“Yeah.”
“How’s Waverly?” I asked, closing and locking the door.
“She’s good,” Razor said. “At work. Brian’s on her.”
“Thanks for hangin’ with Maisie,” I said, leading him back to the kitchen. “I know I pulled you off that Chevelle.”
Razor chuckled. “I finished the Chevelle.”
“No shit?”
“Yeah, last night.” Razor set his keys on the island and pulled my wife in for a hug. “Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hi, love.” She smiled up at him. “I have some errands today. Are you sure you don’t mind shuttling me around?”
“It’s my pleasure,” he said. “Brought one of the club trucks.”
“Oh, I can drive,” she countered.
I wrapped an arm around her waist. “Not how it works, Sunshine.”
She wrinkled her nose as she tugged on my beard. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“You got your panic button on?”
She fingered her necklace. “Yes. I actually have my bracelet on as well.”
“Good.” I kissed her gently. “Use it, even if you’re not sure.”
“Razor’s with me, darling, I’ll think we’ll be good.”
“Baby, if you feel like something’s off, use it.”
She sighed. “Okay, okay, got it.”
I kissed her again, then reluctantly left her.
* * *
Maisie
“What do you want for breakfast?” I asked Razor. “I’ve got bacon, eggs, toast, and I can make pancakes.”
“Don’t go to any trouble, sweetheart. Whatever you’ve already made is good,” he said.
“Right. I’ll warm this up. Coffee’s in the pot.”
“Thanks.”
The beep of the alarm had us both on edge for a second until my daughter called out. “It’s me, Mummy.”
Poppy reset the alarm and then her beautiful face appeared before me, and I pulled her in for a hug. “Hi, lovey, what are you doing here?”
“You mentioned you were making a Costco run, so I thought I’d tag along. The kids are in school, I have a day off, so it’s a Poppy, Mummy day.”
Razor chuckled. “Translation, Sparky decided you needed to be guarded.”
Poppy snagged a piece of bacon off his plate and raised an eyebrow. “Well, that too.”
Poppy and Devon, aka Sparky, had been married for a while now and they’d given me treasures in the form of grandkids. Flash and Tate had also given me a grandbaby, so my heart was full. Now, I was just waiting for Jamie, my youngest, to find his forever love.
“Is Devon at the club?” I asked.
“Yes.” Poppy poured herself a cup of coffee and helped herself to breakfast. “He said one of the prospects is heading this way to join Razor.”
Razor waved his phone in the air. “Just got the text.”
“Devon didn’t want to come in for breakfast?” I asked.
“Something’s going on,” Poppy said, shaking her head. “What’s going on, Mummy?”
I sighed. “I don’t know, poppet.”
“Sid didn’t tell you anything?”
Hatch and I had met when Poppy was twelve.
I was a widow at the time, and she’d fallen for him first, I think.
When we’d gotten married, she called him her ‘stand-in-dad,’ or SID for short.
Even after he adopted her officially. It was the cutest thing ever and we all loved it.
Of course, she called him ‘Dad’ as well, but mostly it was Sid, which he loved most of all.
“He didn’t honey.”
“Not that you’d tell me if he did.”
I smiled gently. “Probably not.”
She wrapped her hands around her mug. “Spoken like a true old lady.”
“She’s our first lady, Poppy,” Razor corrected.
Poppy grinned. “True.”
“I’m not sure I’m all that special, love.”
“You are, sweetheart,” Razor said. “You’ve earned our respect. We honor it, so you should too.”
I blushed. “Well, thank you.”
“Is Daddy going to put us on lockdown again, do you think?” Poppy asked.
“I think we should be ready for anything,” I said. “That’s part of the reason I’m doing the Costco run. I’m stocking up.”
“Right, then I’ll text Tate and see what she needs for the Con Man just in case.”
“I know we’re going to need more diapers than one cart can carry.”
Razor chuckled. “Good thing I brought the truck, huh?”
Poppy’s fingers flew over her phone as she started a list and texted the family.
“Razor, can you please make sure the cars are all gassed up and ready to roll if we have to get out, please?” I asked.
Our basement had been overhauled and could be locked down at a moment’s notice.
From the outside of the home you wouldn’t know there even was a basement, and from the inside, it could only be reached from a hidden panel.
So, if you even discovered the panel to begin with, you’d have to enter a code, then get through a steel reinforced door.
The basement windows (actually all of the home’s windows) were bullet proof, and I’d had the club install another fully functional kitchen.
It was small, but it had everything we needed.
There were three bedrooms and four bathrooms downstairs, along with a theater, a great room, and some hidden exits that led to cars if we had to escape without being seen.
Hatch’s office and a gym used to be down there, but he’d moved those upstairs, when Poppy and Flash moved out.
“You bet,” he said. “We were going to switch them out day after tomorrow anyway.”
“Oh, that’s even better,” I said.
I heard the beep of the alarm again and cocked my head.
“It’s me,” Flash called out.
Poppy jumped up from the table with a squeak. “What are you doing here?”
My eldest son laughed as his sister threw herself at him. He caught her in a hug and lifted her off her feet. “Hey, sissy.”
“Hey, yourself. I was just texting your wife to see what she needed from Costco.”
“She’s workin’ in the office with Mack today. She took Con Man with her.”
I wrinkled my nose. “What? No baby squishes?”
Flash made his way to me and kissed my cheek. “She promises she’ll swing by on her way home. With everything going on, she wants him close.”
“I totally get that.”
“So, I’m on you with Razor today.”
Poppy clapped her hands and did a little dance. “Yay.”
“No flights?” I asked.
My son flew helicopters and ran a rather successful private flight company out of Portland.
“Not today. Today I’m with my Mama,” he said with a cheeky grin.
I slid my arms around him and squeezed. “Are you sure?”
He squeezed me back. “Part of being a road captain is making sure the first lady of my club is covered, Mama. And since you are that first lady, I’m sure.”
I grinned. “Daddy said no colors,” I reminded them. “I want your cuts hung up and left in our closet.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Razor said.
“Eat, baby,” I ordered Flash. “Poppy and I’ll go through the basement cupboards and make sure we’re not missing anything.”
“After bacon,” she sassed.
I laughed. “Yes, poppet. After bacon.”
With a grin, she took another bite as I slid into the seat across from her, and we fell into comfortable conversation.