Thirty-Eight
I didn’t mean to do it, honestly. It wasn’t planned at all, but just as I felt myself about to blow, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to see my cum all over her. All over where one of those bastards would have to touch her.
Sure, I knew she’d have to wash it off before the ceremony, but I’d know it’d been there. I knew wherever they touched her, my cum was there first.
Maybe I’d literally lost my marbles, with all that shit I’d been through lately, but nothing had ever made more sense than that course of action, in that moment.
In the last few hours, everything had changed, and I no longer had the weight of my impending death hanging over me.
It was incredibly freeing, knowing that that perceived time limit was no longer hanging over me. We might have married on a whim, but it was for keeps. We’d both made that clear. We’d had that talk and we wanted more, so making her my old lady was the right thing. So very fucking right.
I never thought I’d find someone willing to put up with me, and the club, and the things we sometimes had to do. She was perfect for me. A perfect fit, in every possible fucking way.
“I need to get showered, Stitch. I don’t want Has-Been getting covered in your cum when he tattoos me.”
“The fuck? You want him?” Suddenly I was back to feeling territorial, almost wanting to mark her with another load, just to make sure he knew she was mine and only mine .
Camille giggled as she slid out of reach and off the bed.
“I’m told the options are him or Rocket. I don’t really know either of them, but I’ve spoken to Has more than Rocket. I’d feel more comfortable with him.”
“You saying you want his hands on you?” I followed her to the bathroom, practically fucking stalking her. I stepped in after her and pushed the door closed.
“Do I need to remind you you’re mine, babe?”
Camille grinned wickedly, suddenly lunging at me, until we both crashed back against the door, her body tight against mine.
“You’re also mine, Stitch. Don’t forget that part, because I’ll fuck up any bitches who get too close to you. Now, I can’t cum all over you, like you did to me, but it’s there. I’m there. I’m all over you, and I’m in your heart and your head. So stop talking like you have to remind me of a damn thing, because all I see is you. All I want is you. Even if you are being a complete meathead right now.”
I took my old lady in my arms, and turned us, pressing her against the door with a solid thud. I was gonna have to fuck her again already.
“You fuckers gonna hurry up? We’re all waiting for you downstairs!” Reacher thumped the bathroom door a few times for good measure. Well, shit. Just like that, we were out of fucking time, weren’t we?
“Fuck! I’m still covered in your cum, idiot.”
“Ugh… I shoulda walked away. Why the hell didn’t I just walk away?” We laughed breathlessly as we heard Reacher stomping away, and then we had the world’s fastest shower fuck, and hurried to get dressed and down to the bar to join the others.
The bar was packed, and as I cast my eye over the crowd of my family, I noticed that Reacher couldn’t keep his hands off Ally, who looked tearful and excited all at once. I also caught the eye of several of my brothers, who all looked happy for both of us.
Micro was not one of them, in fact, he looked fed up, or frustrated, or some shit. We’d have to deal with him at some point, but now wasn’t about him.
I also noticed who was absent. Jock . He was nowhere to be seen. His usual seat at the bar was empty, and it didn’t feel right that he wasn’t here with us. Another sweep of the room told me who else was missing. My sister. Elise wasn’t here. Why the fuck wasn’t she here?
“What is it?” Camille tugged on my arm, and I tried to fight my frustration and sorrow, yeah, fucking sorrow because I needed my sister here to celebrate with me.
“Elise isn’t here.”
Camille smiled widely and turned me around, and there she was. I heard a few groans and comments from my brothers, and turned to fix them all with the fiercest glare I could. She looked gorgeous.
She was wearing studded leather jeans, and a vest top which showed more skin than I’d like, but she looked just like a fucking grown up, and why hadn’t I seen that in her before? Why did I always just see my sweet fragile baby sister when I looked at her? Was Camille right? Was I too strict, trying to keep every fucking asshole man away from her?
I crossed the room and dragged her into a hug.
“Thank you, sweets. I was so worried you weren’t coming.”
“Of course I’m here for this. She’s not the only one getting to keep you, Seth. You’ll always be my big brother, even if you are kind of an ass sometimes.” I laughed, as I held her at arm’s length.
“So, tell me something… how many of my brothers am I gonna have to kill tonight, Elise? Anyone looks at you wrong, and they’re gonna be in a world of pain.”
She made an angry sound, and shoved me with one hand.
“See what I mean?”
Cammy
I was so glad she’d come to celebrate with us, because she and Stitch were close, and he’d lit up since she walked in. And he wasn’t the only one, was he?
I was glad his eyes were on her, and he didn’t see the effect Elise’s arrival had on Has-Been. The guy looked like he’d been gut-punched, and I was willing to bet that he was the reason she’d stuck around while we were away.
He caught me staring, and shook his head almost imperceptibly, but I definitely got the point. Don’t say a word. Don’t get him killed by his VP. I wanted to talk to him about her, to ask if he had feelings for her. If he did, and she did, I sure as hell wasn’t going to let Stitch get in their way.
Reacher cleared his throat, and it was like that quiet signal was enough to catch everyone’s attention, even though I barely heard him.
“Brothers, family... thank you for being here today. As you know, we have a lot to celebrate today. Our brother, our VP, has had the all-clear from the doctors, and isn’t leaving us any fucking time soon, which is a hell of a relief, because keeping you bastards in line is a two-man job.”
There was scattered laughter and a few cheers for Stitch, as well as a few slaps to his back that would have floored someone like me. He grinned widely, looking carefree and relaxed, and fucking hot as hell.
Reacher shushed everyone. “In addition, you’re gonna witness not one, but two old lady ceremonies, because we’re finally making honest women of our wives, Stitch and me, so be prepared for a day and night of celebration, because it’s been a long time coming.”
“Speak for yourself, asshole.” Stitch gave Reacher one of those bruising back slaps that nearly jolted him forward a step. These guys didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘gentle’, but I liked it.
Reacher and Alicia were up first, so Stitch dragged me over to sit with Elise, beers in hands, while we waited for our turn.
“Have you decided where you’re having it?” She asked, leaning on the table, her eyes darting off to the couple being tattooed, or maybe, more accurately, to someone doing the tattooing.
I was fascinated by the idea of Stitch’s sweet sister being infatuated with one of his biker brothers, even as I realised how badly the shit would hit the fan when it happened. When Stitch got dragged away to chat to one of his brothers, I took the opportunity to ask.
“Hey, I know we don’t know each other that well yet, but I hope that’s going to change. We’re family now.”
Elise smiled, nodding at me.
“I’m glad Seth found someone to be with. It’s lonely being single.” Perfect .
“Speaking of… I noticed a certain biker couldn’t take his eyes off you earlier. Anything going on there? ”
Elise looked shocked, glancing around the room, probably to make sure her brother wasn’t in earshot.
“Who? Don’t say anything to Seth, please.”
I glanced back at Has-Been, who looked intensely focused on the tattoo he was adding to his club president’s existing ink.
“He seems really sweet though. You like him back?”
Elise grabbed my wrist. “Please, you can’t tell anyone. Nothing happened. Jesus, nothing will happen. He’s so fucking stubborn.”
I laughed. “Like your brother, you mean? That kind of stubborn?”
She suddenly looked like she wanted to cry.
“He is really sweet. He’s… he won’t let me near him. He just says he’s not good enough for me, but is it that or just that he knows Seth will kill him if he does? This is so frustrating! You know I’ve never had a boyfriend? Never had a man, because my damn brother scares them off if they even look remotely interested.”
She was really gripping me, her anger making her tear up, as she looked at Has-Been again. He glanced up then, catching her eye, and he swallowed hard, looking away again to his work, but I could see from the slump of his shoulders that he wanted her. How awkward was their situation?
“You know, Stitch means well, but I don’t think he realises that he’s getting in the way of something that could be real for you. I’m more than happy to keep him distracted so you can get to know Has better.”
Elise suddenly pushed up from her chair, smoothing her top and taking a breath, finally tossing her hair back with a little sass.
“Thank you, but this is my business, and I’ll deal with it.”
“That’s my fucking sister, asshole!” Stitch suddenly roared behind us, and we heard a scuffle start up the next second.