Chapter 19
NINETEEN
LUCY
I wake up with Tiny’s arm draped across my waist. The room is warm.
Sunlight slips through the blinds and lands in bright strips across the floor.
I lie still for a moment, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back.
His breath brushes the back of my neck. I cover his hand with mine and squeeze.
He stirs and pulls me closer without opening his eyes.
“Morning,” I whisper.
He kisses the side of my neck. “Best part of the day.”
We stay tangled together like that for a while, warm and lazy under the sheets.
Tiny’s hand slides under my shirt and rests possessively on my stomach, like he can’t stop touching me.
I turn in his arms until I’m facing him.
His eyes are still heavy with sleep, but that slow, crooked smile spreads across his face the second he sees me.
I kiss him.
It starts soft and sweet, but it doesn’t stay that way. The kiss deepens, turns hungry. His tongue slides against mine as his hand moves up my side, cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until I gasp into his mouth. I press closer, craving every inch of him.
“Club ride today,” he murmurs against my lips, voice rough with morning gravel. “You still want to go?”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”
He rolls me onto my back without breaking the kiss, settling between my spread thighs. He’s already rock hard, thick and heavy against me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He reaches down, lines himself up, and pushes inside me slowly, bare and perfect.
We both moan as he sinks deep.
He stays there for a moment, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to mine. “Fuck, baby… you feel so good. Every single time. So warm and tight around my cock.”
We start moving together, deep, steady, loving strokes. No rush. Just the delicious drag of him inside me, filling me completely. I hold onto his broad shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure builds. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, sucking gently on my nipples while he thrusts.
“I love being inside you like this,” he groans, voice low and filthy. “Bare. Nothing between us. This pussy was made for me, Lucy. So fucking perfect.”
His words push me closer to the edge. I moan louder, legs tightening around him as he picks up the pace, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. When I come, it hits me hard, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I cry out his name, pulsing around his thick cock.
Tiny follows right after, burying himself deep with a guttural groan. “Fuck… Lucy…” He pulses inside me, filling me with hot, thick spurts of cum as he rides it out, hips grinding against mine.
We stay locked together for a long minute afterward, breathing hard. He kisses me softly, tenderly, still buried deep inside me.
Eventually he pulls out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as some of his cum leaks out of me. He gets up and returns with a warm, damp cloth, cleaning me gently between my legs with careful strokes.
I watch him the whole time, heart full.
He climbs back into bed and pulls me tight against his chest, pressing a kiss to my hair.
“I love you,” he says, voice deep and sure.
“I love you too,” I whisper, snuggling closer. “So much.”
We stay in bed longer than we should, tangled up in warm sheets and each other.
Tiny’s fingers trace lazy circles on my bare back while I rest my head on his chest. “You excited for the ride today?” he asks, voice still rough with sleep.
“Yeah,” I murmur, smiling against his skin. “Tessa said she’s packing extra snacks because she knows I get hangry by mile forty. And Hadley warned the wind might pick up later, so I should probably wear that thicker hoodie you like.”
He Laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Smart girl. Last thing I need is my Old Lady freezing her cute ass off on the back of my bike.”
We talk like that for a while about easy, pointless things that somehow feel important.
The route the club’s taking. How Weston’s probably going to complain the whole time.
Whether Lily will want to ride with us next time once she’s a little bigger.
Just quiet morning words wrapped around each other.
Eventually Tiny groans and stretches. “Alright, baby. If we don’t get up now, we’re never leaving this bed.”
He rolls out first and heads to the kitchen. I hear the clink of mugs and the coffee maker starting as I slip into the shower. The hot water feels amazing on my sore muscles.
When I come out, I pull on one of his big black t-shirts. It swallows me, the hem hitting mid-thigh, his scent wrapped all around me.
Tiny’s standing at the counter pouring coffee when I walk in. He looks up and freezes for a second, eyes darkening as they drag over me in his shirt.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls softly. “You trying to make us late?”
He sets the mugs down and pulls me in by the waist, kissing me deep and slow. One big hand slides under the hem of the shirt to palm my bare ass as he backs me up against the counter.
I laugh into the kiss, melting against him. “We’re already late.”
“Worth it,” he mutters, nipping my bottom lip. “So fucking worth it.”
The clubhouse lot is already full when we arrive. Bikes line up in neat rows. The air smells like exhaust and leather. Tiny parks and helps me off. He keeps his hand on my lower back as we walk inside. Tessa spots me first.
“Lucy! You’re riding with us today,” she says. She pulls me into a tight hug. “Hadley brought extra layers. It gets windy out there.”
Hadley walks up holding a jacket. “Here. Put this on. You ready?”
“I think so.” I take the jacket. “Tiny’s been telling me about the route. It sounds nice.”
Erica joins us. She smiles softly. “It is. We usually ride in the middle of the pack. Keeps things calm.”
Scarlett appears from the hallway. She hugs me tight. “You look happy. It suits you.”
I feel my cheeks warm. “I am happy.”
The guys start gathering outside. Tiny finds me and pulls me close. “You good?” he asks.
“Yeah. Nervous but excited.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I’ve got you. Just hold on tight.”
I climb on behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist and press against his back.
The engine rumbles to life. The vibration moves through me.
When the pack starts moving I hold on tighter.
The wind rushes past us. The road opens up.
Trees blur by on both sides. I rest my cheek against Tiny’s back and feel the steady beat of his heart. I’ve never felt more free.
We ride for a long time. The group stops at a lookout point high above the valley. Everyone parks and stretches. The girls gather together near a picnic table. Tessa passes around bags of chips.
“Eat something,” she says. “You’re going to need energy for the second half.”
Hadley sits next to me. “How are you liking your first big ride?”
“It’s amazing. I didn’t know it would feel like this.”
Erica leans in. “It gets better every time. The wind. The road. The guys riding with you. It feels like family.”
Scarlett hands me a bottle of water. “Drink. Tiny will kill us if you get dehydrated.”
I laugh and take a sip. “He’s been checking on me the whole ride.”
Tessa grins. “Of course he has.”
We talk and laugh until the guys start rounding everyone up again. Tiny walks over and pulls me into his side. “Having fun?” he asks.
“The best time.”
He kisses me right there in front of everyone. Slow and sure. When he pulls back his eyes are soft. “Good. Let’s ride.”
The second half of the ride feels even better. I hold onto Tiny tighter. The wind whips past us. The sun warms my back through the jacket. When we finally pull back into the clubhouse lot my legs feel shaky and I’m smiling so hard my face hurts.
The party is already starting. Music plays from inside. Food covers long tables in the yard. I help the girls set out plates. Tiny stays nearby. Every few minutes he finds a reason to touch me. A hand on my lower back. A kiss on my temple. A squeeze of my hand.
Later that night the music gets louder. People dance. I sit with the girls at one of the tables. Tessa tells a story about the twins trying to bake a cake for Hadley’s birthday. We laugh until we’re wiping tears from our eyes. Sophie sits next to me and rests her hand on my arm.
“You’re one of us now,” she says quietly. “You know that, right?”
I nod. My throat feels tight. “I do.”
Tiny finds me a little while later. He pulls me away from the group and leads me down the hallway to one of the back rooms. The door clicks shut behind us.
He backs me against it and kisses me hard.
His hands slide under my shirt. I push his cut off his shoulders.
We don’t make it to the bed. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me up against the door.
We don’t get all our clothes off. Just enough.
He pushes inside me and I moan into his mouth.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he says. His voice is rough. “You feel so good. So wet for me.”
I hold onto his shoulders. “Harder. I can take it.”
He gives me what I want. Deep thrusts. The door rattles behind me.
I come fast. He follows right after with my name on his lips.
We stay like that for a minute. Breathing hard.
Then he carries me to the bed. We take our time the second round.
Slow. Thorough. He tells me how much he loves being inside me.
How much he loves the sounds I make. How I’m his.
I tell him the same. We come together this time. Quiet and intense.
Afterward he holds me close. His hand rubs my back. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you too.”
We fall asleep like that. Tangled up in each other. The sounds of the party drift in from the main room but they feel far away. This is my family now. This is my life. I feel truly happy. The kind of happy that settles deep in your bones.
A few nights later, we don’t even make it to the bedroom.
We’re barely through the front door after a long day, Tiny coming home from a construction job, me exhausted from clinicals, when the tension that’s been simmering between us all day finally snaps.
He kicks the door shut and spins me around, kissing me like he’s starving. His hands are everywhere, rough and needy, sliding under my shirt to palm my breasts as he backs me toward the couch. We don’t speak. We don’t need to.
I push him down onto the cushions and climb on top, straddling his lap. My hands shake with how badly I want him as I yank his shirt over his head. He helps me shove my scrubs and panties down in one frantic movement, then frees his thick, hard cock from his jeans.
I don’t wait, I sink down onto him slowly, taking every thick inch until he’s buried to the hilt. We both groan at the same time, the sound raw and desperate.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he breathes, head falling back against the couch. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise in the best way.
I brace my palms on his broad chest and start to move, rolling my hips in slow, deep circles, savoring the way he stretches and fills me so perfectly.
“God… you feel so good,” I moan, head falling back as I ride him. “So full, Tiny. I love how deep you get like this. Like you were made for me.”
His fingers dig into my flesh, guiding me, helping me grind down harder. His eyes are locked on where we’re joined, watching his cock disappear inside me with every roll of my hips.
“That’s my good girl,” he rasps, voice wrecked with pleasure. “Taking my cock so fucking perfect. This tight little pussy is mine. No one else will ever have you like this. You hear me, baby?”
I nod frantically, grinding down harder, faster, chasing that edge. “Yes… yours. Only yours.”
The pleasure builds fast and overwhelming.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I shatter around him, crying out his name while my walls pulse and squeeze his cock.
Tiny follows right behind me with a deep, guttural groan, pulling me down hard as he spills hot and deep inside me, hips jerking up to fill me completely.
We stay like that for a long moment, panting, sweaty, still connected, his arms wrapped tight around me as I collapse against his chest.
He presses a soft kiss to my temple, hand stroking slowly up and down my back.
“Love you,” he murmurs, voice hoarse.
I smile against his skin, completely spent and utterly happy. “Love you too.”
The happiness feels almost too good to be true.
I’m fully integrated with the club now. The girls blow up the Old Lady Mafia group chat daily with memes, gossip, and pregnancy updates from Hadley.
Sophie fusses over me like a second mom every time I see her.
The guys nod at me when I walk into Perdition, some of them even calling me “Tiny’s girl” with respect in their voices.
And Tiny… God, Tiny. He’s always there. Protective in that fierce, quiet way that makes me feel completely safe. He holds me tighter at night, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. He texts me during the day just to check in. He kisses me like he’s starving every single time.
But sometimes, late at night when the house is quiet, I feel the tension humming underneath it all.
Tiny gets quiet when certain club business comes up.
He doesn’t tell me the details, but I see the tightness in his shoulders.
I hear the low, serious voices when the guys gather at the clubhouse.
I know something is building with the Southside Kings.
I feel it in the air, that heavy, electric feeling before a storm.
For now, I push it aside. I focus on the warmth of Tiny’s arms around me. On the life I’m finally building.
On the happiness I never thought I’d get to keep.