Chapter 4
ATLAS
My wife let out a muted groan as I gently moved inside her.
Sophie’s pussy was my favorite place to be. She was so wet and so fucking tight that I could’ve gotten lost in her.
The headboard banged against the drywall in time with her gasps, and I braced a palm next to her shoulder as I moved deep inside, fighting the urge to close my eyes and succumb to the way her warm pussy gripped me.
“Fuckin’ love you, baby,” I whispered into the side of her neck.
She slid her hands across the back of my wifebeater, her fingernails digging into my spine, and whispered back, “Love you, too, Rambo.”
I nuzzled her nose with mine, smiling against her mouth as I took it in a deep kiss, plunging my tongue inside her mouth in time with my cock thrusting inside her slick heat.
We’d been married for five years, but every morning when I woke up beside her, I loved her more than I did when we fell asleep wrapped up in each other the night before.
I thanked my lucky stars every day that the kind, beautiful doctor—who in a normal world, I knew would be way out of my league—took a chance on a dirty, asshole, cocky, mean-mouthed biker.
But then our world was as far from normal as you could get.
Thank God.
“Gonna come,” I whispered in the shell of her ear.
She kissed my jaw with a deep moan. “If you finish before me, you’re doing the dishes all week.”
I grinned down at her because I’d never washed a dish in all the years we’d been married. I’d been too busy loving on my wife and the two beautiful girls she’d given me. Another thing I’d never done in five years was finish before her, and tonight wouldn’t be the exception.
Shifting my weight, I angled in just the way she liked it, groaning as she bent her knees up around my hips, her heels digging into my ass.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head. It wasn’t often she could take all of me. I was a big guy, and she was a tiny thing, but now and again I got her so worked up, so slick and wet that she let me go to the root.
I wanted to let go, to drive my cock inside her so hard that she screamed, but the last thing I’d ever do was hurt my wife, emotionally or physically, so I accepted the invitation but did so gently.
The instant I went deep, she gripped my biceps and let out the little whimper I loved that told me she was close.
Her pussy clenched, and I knew she was about to blow. I hitched her leg higher around my hip and began to thrust a little harder with slow, deep strokes until my balls began to draw up.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her hips bucking from the bed. She threw her arms around my neck and smashed her mouth to mine, grabbing a fistful of my Rambo wig as she came around my cock.
The sight, the feel, the taste of her made me lose it right there, but I held back for as long as I could, savoring the buildup as I gave her every last inch of me.
Her orgasm tipped me over the edge, and a slow build gathered force until I saw spots behind my eyes. I braced above her, trying not to crush her tiny body with my massive one as my cum spilled inside her.
Sophie held on, shaking with the force of her aftershocks, whispering dirty words of encouragement to me until I rolled to one side and collapsed beside her on the bed.
Her fingertips trailed lazy circles over my chest, and I tipped my head to one side, cracking one eye open. “Five years of taking my big, fat cock, and two babies, and you’ve still got the tightest little pussy I could ever fucking imagine.”
She leaned over and kissed my chest before snuggling her cheek against it. “A girl’s gotta do her kegels.”
My arm curled tightly around her, and I pulled her close. “Never loved you more.”
“Love you, Danny,” she whispered. “You told me once that I saved you, but what you didn’t know was that you saved me too. You vowed to give me a beautiful life. You said you’d give me your heart, and soul, and your babies. Thank you for keeping your promise.”
The burn hit the back of my throat, and I closed my eyes to ward off the wet filling my eyes.
Sophie always caught me unawares. It was why I loved her so much. It was why I’d killed for her and wouldn’t blink at doing it again. My wife and girls weren’t the loves of my life; they were the loves of my eternity because my life wasn’t my own; it belonged to them now.
Sophie’s breaths evened out, and I smiled because I loved it when I fucked her to sleep.
I was never romantic before her, had no inclination to be, but then my Stitch came along and made me re-evaluate everything. Now I never saw my love for her as a weakness; on the contrary, it was everything that made me strong.
I sighed and trailed my fingertips down her back, listening to her deep, even breaths and smiling as I drifted off to sleep. I’d found my match, my partner, my mate, the woman brave enough to love every part of me, and I couldn’t have been happier.
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My entire body jerked as I came awake, and I let out a soft groan. Automatically, my hand reached for my cell on the nightstand beside me.
3:01.
I lay in the dark, Sophie’s rhythmic breathing cutting through the silence as the warmth of the mattress pressed against my back.
Waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t new for me. My girls were restless sleepers, and I often went and sat in their room to check on them. I’d lost count of the number of mornings Sophie gently shook me awake because I'd fallen asleep in the armchair while watching over them.
Our house down by the creek was safe and well-protected.
We had security everywhere and so many cameras that nobody could get within a mile of the place without us knowing about it.
Tonight, we were staying at the clubhouse because of the party.
I’d picked the girls up from Abe and Iris’s place earlier that night because I couldn’t deal with the thought of them not being close.
Now, they were safe asleep next door.
Just as I was debating whether to go check on them or drift off back to sleep, I heard a faint scraping noise coming from the girls’ room.
I jackknifed up to a sitting position, my pulse quickening, and swung my legs over the bed before pulling on my combat pants from earlier and walking barefoot over the polished, wooden floor.
Creeping to the door, I cracked it open, half expecting to see Belle wandering down the corridor holding her blankie and looking for me, but instead, it was empty.
The hallway light flicked on and off, like there was a break in the electrical current. I stuck my head out the door and stared down at the glow shining from the crack under the door.
I was about to turn around and head back to bed when the hallway light flickered again. Cold fingers crept down my spine, and my spidey senses began to ping.
Something was off; I could feel it.
Moving to the girls' door, I went inside to check on them.
My stare landed on Lola, who had kicked off her blanket, which was caught in her usual tangle of arms, legs, and Peppa Pig nightie. My baby girl was curled into the fetal position and snoring loud enough to wake the dead.
Standard.
My gaze went to Belle, and my body locked.
She was sitting up in her bed, her eyes glued to the dresser in the corner.
“Daddy,” she breathed in her sweet little girl lisp. Her eyes slid to mine, and she pointed toward the dresser and whispered, “The man.”
My blood ran cold.
For a split second, I stayed frozen to the spot, waiting for someone to burst through the door and point to a hidden camera, but instead, my girl’s tiny finger remained pointing, unwavering, toward the dresser, and she announced, “Bad man yelling.”
I caught something from the corner of my eye, and my head whipped back toward the dresser, where I swore I saw a shadow pass through the reflection of the mirror on top of it.
“Belle. What did you see?” I asked, my voice like gravel.
“Man laughing,” she told me, her bottom lip popping out, then she wailed, “Bad man.”
I crossed the floor in three steps, and my fingers closed in on her shoulder.
Immediately, she raised her hands toward me, like she’d done a thousand times before, and I lifted her into my arms, resting her ass on my hip as I cupped the back of her head with my hand protectively. Then I went to Belle’s crib and scooped her up into my other arm.
Making for the door, I got a foot away from it, and it swung shut just as something banged against the wall inside the room. I spun toward the sound, my arms tightening around Belle and Lola as I fought down the surge of white-hot rage flaring through my chest.
Whatever or whoever this fucker was, he needed to leave my girls alone.
“Daddy,” Belle whimpered.
“It’s nothin’, baby,” I lied, my eyes scanning the room, looking for a clue, anything, so I knew what the fuck I was about to fight.
The windowpane rattled, and I swung my head to stare at it, expecting a howl of wind to follow, but there was none. The windows were latched shut.
Belle’s little face scrunched up angrily. She pointed at the dresser again and said, “No!”
My stare went from my girl’s face, then to the door before sliding back to Belle again. “What do you see, baby?”
Her little face stayed scrunched with distaste, and her hand went to her little waist as she declared, “Bad man. No!”
The windowpane rattled again, and I swore I heard the faint sound of laughter followed by the glass rattling violently as two sharp taps sounded on it, like somebody was knocking to get in.
Except we were one floor up and there was no fire escape or balcony.
It was goddamned impossible for somebody to be out there knocking unless they flew up.
Belle’s little hand covered my thudding heart, and her eyes looked up into mine. “I want Mommy,” she whined.
“Okay, baby. I’ll take you to Mommy,” I assured her. “I’ll take you and Lola to Mommy.”
As I turned back toward the door, something flashed in the dresser mirror—a shape? I caught a glimpse of dark hair and the impression of a familiar face surrounded by shadows, and a mouth torn wide in an agonized scream. I knew it. I knew him.
“Bad man,” Belle shrieked.
I gripped her harder, my mind half on her and half on trying to reconcile what I’d just seen.
“Bad man, Bear!” Her cheek went to my shoulder, and her little thumb went to her mouth, and she whined, “Want Mommy.”
Nausea rose up my gullet, and my mouth twisted into a snarl.
My baby had never heard the name Bear from me or anyone else at the club.
We were careful never to discuss club business anywhere but in Church.
What we did to Bear and Mayor Henderson wasn’t something we would ever discuss publicly.
Not even our ol’ ladies knew about it. When everything went down with the Burning Sinners, Belle was just a baby, and Lola hadn’t even been born.
I sucked air in through my nose, trying to tamp down the heat burning my chest. That motherfucker was tormenting my kids, and nobody and nothing would upset my girls and survive.
Turning back for the door, I strode purposely toward it, then, juggling Belle tightly between my bicep and my chest, my hand left her back, and I reached for the handle. That time, the door swung open, and I sailed through to the hallway and into the next room, where Sophie was still sound asleep.
Gently, I placed the girls on the bed with their mom and shook Sophie awake.
Immediately, her eyes flew open and she blinked, her raspy sleep-filled voice asking, “What’s going on?”
“I dunno, baby,” I whispered so as not to wake up Lola. “Need you to keep an eye on the girls. I’m gonna go get Breaker and patrol.”
“Okay,” she whispered, sitting up and smoothing Belle’s hair back from her face with a soft smile before urging, “Go.”
I took her mouth in a short, searing kiss, then moved to the table where I’d placed my weapon the night before. I sat in the armchair and pulled on my boots, then stood, pocketing my gun and heading to the door.
My heart felt as if it was gonna pound out of my chest, but I pulled my spine straight, took a deep breath, and hit the corridor.
The air around me was so ice-cold that I could see my breath.
Turning back, my stare took in my wife and girls curled up in bed together—the most beautiful sight in the world.
Sophie was propped against the pillows, and she had a daughter curled under each arm. Her gaze met mine through the darkness, and she murmured, “I love you. Be careful.”
I shot her a grin and answered, “Love you, Stitch.”
Then I closed the door, turned, and with purposeful strides, I headed toward Breaker’s room.