Chapter 2 #3
We stand in line for a few minutes and it moves surprisingly quick.
Around the room, everyone is sitting down at various tables, eating dinner and talking amongst themselves.
I haven’t seen Scott yet, and I wonder if he will be showing up.
I wonder where Gater and Ryan are but since Gater is no longer in the club, and is currently off the radar, I guess that answers that question.
She’s been distant since everything went down with the war and Gater was no longer in the spotlight and got voted out as Vice President.
I guess since her ol’ man was no longer “club royalty” she didn’t feel like she was good enough to hang around.
I don’t understand women like her, but whatever.
It’s her loss. And his. This club is the best family I’ve ever been a part of.
I fight my way to the bar through the crowd of Hounds and families to get a few bottles of water for our table. Johnny and Leo are the only two behind the bar and they’re running like crazy. Leo spots me and rushes over.
“Whatcha need?”
“Four bottles of water, please. And a beer for Cass.”
“What’s he drinking tonight?”
“He’s been on a Schlitz kick, give him one of those please.”
Leo nods and goes to grab the drinks I requested. A hand around my waist has me jolting to see who’s touching me. I look next to me and Raven’s brilliant smile greets me.
“Oh my God! What are you doing here?” I ask, hugging her tightly.
“Micah and the some of the Sinners wanted to make a pit stop on our way home. We had a ‘family’ vacation in Galveston this week and a few of us wanted to pop in and say hey to our favorite Hounds.”
“I’m so happy y’all did! How long are y’all here for?”
“Just for an hour or so. We’re riding the rest of the way home tonight so we can wake up Christmas morning at home.”
I grin at her. “Well, I’m glad y’all stopped by! We sure have missed you!”
“We’ve missed y’all, too. Everything’s been calm around here?”
“For the most part, absolutely. So much more calm than it was the last time you were here.”
Leo sets down the drinks in front of me and smiles at Raven in greeting.
“What can I get you?”
“I’ll just take a coke. Two cokes, actually.”
“You got it.”
I take a sip from one of the bottles of water. “Go get a plate! There’s plenty of food for everyone. I’ll grab your cokes.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Raven yells at me over her shoulder as she’s sifting through the crowd toward the table filled with food.
I stuff the four bottles of water in the two pockets on the front of my sweater and ignore the fact that they’re weighing it halfway down and trying to stretch it out.
I grab the two cokes and try to follow the path Raven cleared but people are walking through and clogging the path.
I sigh and politely excuse myself until I’m back at the table.
Raven is already sitting down and eating. She wasn’t playing about this food. I laugh to myself and sit down to finish eating my bowl of gumbo with potato salad, green bean casserole, and a small slice of the brownies I made.
Everyone at the table is excited to see Raven and we spend the rest of the evening eating good food, enjoying good company, and handing out gifts.
I got all of the guys in the club a black tumbler with their names on one side and their patch on the other side.
The prospects got a ticket for one ‘upon receival of their patch’ and all of the ol’ ladies got a tumbler stating whose bitch they are.
I thought it was funny and cute since they’re Hounds and the female version of a dog is a bitch.
Lindsay didn’t look too thrilled when she opened hers, but everyone else got a kick out of it.
Everyone’s gone and it’s just Cass, me, Mindy, Linc, and the two new prospects left.
“Johnny, make sure that all of the trash is taken out from upstairs and down here. What else do we have left to do?” he asks.
“I’ve got the bar cleaned up. Everything is done aside from washing the last ashtray that Johnny and Aaron have been using.” Linc points at the lone ashtray sitting on the bar filled with cigarette butts and ashes.
“Baby, I think that’s it other than trash,” I say, leaning my head on his arm.
He looks around and nods.
“Okay, then. Linc, you got this?” he asks, and I know he already knows the answer.
“Definitely got this.”
“Okay, boys. We’re out of here, then. I’ll see y’all Saturday for church,” he says, grabbing the cardboard box that houses our gifts and the last of some of the desserts that were left behind.
I hug Mindy and say goodbye to the guys on our way out. Cass packs the box to my car and kisses me first on my forehead, then my chin, then my nose, then finally on my lips. I’m grinning like a fool because he’s absolutely adorable and I don’t know how I got this lucky.
“Love you. Need you. Want you.”
“Ditto, baby,” I say, kissing his lips again. He smiles at me before turning to walk away.
“I’m right behind you,” I yell just before I close my car door.
I wait patiently while he puts on his gloves, face mask, and helmet. When I hear the engine come to life, I pull up behind him just as he takes off down the driveway. It’s freezing out tonight and there’s rain in the forecast for the early hours of the morning. How cheerful, a rainy Christmas Day.
I follow behind Cass the whole way home and I can tell that he’s cold. He rides slower when it’s cold. I don’t know if he realizes that’s a thing he does, but it’s cute. And also makes me feel just a smidge bad for him. He’ll be shivering half to death by the time we get inside the house.
The front of our house is lit with a string of white Christmas icicles hanging down from the eaves.
We have a blow-up snowman that dances in the front yard along with a Santa, sleigh, and reindeer that look like they’re flying.
It was Cass’s idea to decorate, and I cussed him the entire time that we were out there, freezing cold and hanging shit up and trying to figure out what went where.
I pull under the carport and grab our box of goodies out of the backseat. Inside, the house is warm and cozy and Cass comes in right behind me, shivering just like I thought he would be.
“It’s so fucking cold. I’m frozen,” he says, pulling his gloves off. I know what’s coming next. He’s about to put his ice cold hands under my shirt on my stomach to warm them up.
I take off toward the bedroom, running while I have a chance to get away.
“Come here, baby. I bet you’re so warm,” he says playfully, running behind me.
I plop on the bed and he lands right on top of me.
I wiggle to break free but it’s no use. He got me.
I’m laughing so hard I can hardly catch my breath, with him on top of me making it worse.
His hands wiggle beneath me, until they get what they want and his ice cold finger tips are gripping my stomach.
“Ahhh!” I scream through my laughter.
“You’re so warm,” he whispers, relaxing and resting his head on top of mine.
I growl beneath him, jokingly.
Giggling like a schoolgirl, he rolls off of me and I take a deep breath. That solid fucker is heavy.
“Asshole.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “But I’m your asshole.”
I can’t even argue that. I look at him, smiling. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be on Christmas Eve than laying right here with this man of mine. Regardless of anything and everything, above all else, this is where I want to be.
Although there are so many uncertainties, one thing is for sure: I love this man more than anything in the world.
I’ve watched him do unimaginable things, things I never thought I’d be able to watch happen right before my eyes, and never questioned him or his character. I thought I’d have nightmares of what I saw, and I did for a few weeks, but it was justified. Everything Cass has done has been justified.
“What are you thinking when you look at me like that?” he asks. It’s a question he’s asked before and I’m sure it’s a question he will ask again.
“How much I love you.”
“Oh yeah? Enough to bring me some of those brownies in that box you brought in?” he asks, with big puppy dog eyes.
I sigh, over exaggeratedly but am unable to mask my happiness as a smile breaks across my face.
“Definitely enough to get you some of those brownies.”
I walk through the house and snag the box of brownies, popping one in my mouth on my way back to the bedroom. I set the box down in front of a grinning Cass.
“Try not to get crumbs everywhere,” I say with a mouthful of brownie.
He just shakes his head at me as he takes a bite.
“Can I have a glass of milk, too?” he asks.
I nod and head off to the kitchen to pour us both a glass.
I bring it back and hand it to him as I sit down next to him on our bed.
He takes a few large gulps, leaving a milk mustache behind when he looks up at me.
I can’t contain my laughter at this man of mine.
Laying on our bed, eating brownies, drinking milk with a milk mustache, all the while being a fucking bad ass.
“What?” he asks, his eyes gleaming looking up at me.
“You have a milk mustache!”
He snakes his tongue out to catch the droplets of milk dripping from his mustache.
My stomach tightens as I watch his tongue at work.
I know what that tongue is capable of and suddenly I don’t want brownies anymore.
His eyes darken at my expression and that gleam has caught fire.
He sets down his glass of milk on the night stand and moves the brownies.
I set my glass down quickly and before I realize what’s going on, he’s got me pinned beneath him.
Cass grabs my wrists and pins them above my head in one of his hands, trailing kisses down my neck.
His other hand is gliding beneath my sweater, making my back arch from his touch alone.
I open my legs and wrap them around him, pulling him flush against me.
The pressure of his cock on my throbbing pussy has me moaning and pushing against the hand that has me restrained. My body is craving release.
“Baby,” I plead.
His smirk tells me that he’s enjoying the show. Asshole.
He dips his head between my shoulder and my ear, sinking his teeth into the soft skin of my neck.
“Oh…yes…” I hiss and rock my hips against him.
The low hum of his growl vibrates against my neck and he releases me to unbutton his pants.
I unbutton mine and Cass grabs the legs of my jeans and pulls them off.
His animalistic behavior has me so wet and ready.
My body aches for the feel of him. I grab at the hem of shirt and tug it over his head.
He doesn’t waste any time and pins me to the bed beneath him, teasing my entrance with the head of his dick.
“Please,” I whimper, rocking my hips upward.
Cass gives me a smirk then slowly slides inside me, giving me exactly what I asked for. He makes slow, sweet passionate love to me for the next two hours and when I’m finally sated, he pulls me into my spot on his chest and I fall asleep.