Chapter 14 Ginny
“ T he Crimson Skulls did what?” Bianca asked, shock visible on her delicate features.
I met the ol’ ladies of the club when Big Mike brought me here. He said Maddog and the Graven Bastards MC were allies and could be trusted. Bianca, a beautiful girl with an olive complexion and raven hair, was Manic’s woman. I learned each of their names and which brother in the club claimed them. Creature and Blair. Maddog and Lark. Skel and Lacey. None of the other members had formed any attachments yet.
“They murdered my father fifteen years ago. That’s why there’s been such a rivalry between them and the Desert Titans.”
“But I thought you said the Titans took out the Crimson Skulls after Hesh’s death.”
“That’s what we thought,” I clarified to Lark.
“Wow.” She shook her head. “They came back.”
“They did. That’s why Brick took me to a safe house. They put a hit on both of us and tried to kill us.”
Blair squeezed my hand. “I’m glad you’re safe.”
“Me too.”
“How did it go with the feds?” Lark asked. “They like to try to shake us down and make us reveal information about the club.”
“They tried.” I rolled my eyes. “They even offered to put me into WITSEC and relocate me, my mother, and Uncle Trig. Of course, I told them they were wasting their time.”
“Good for you,” Lacey applauded. “My father’s a judge. You have no idea how many times I’ve been pumped for information.”
“I can’t imagine.”
“Well, you’re here now. Safe,” Blair reminded me.
“And you’re one of us,” Lark added.
“Thank you.”
“We’re happy to have you.”
I just met these women and already felt welcomed, included, and like I mattered.
The rumble of multiple motorcycles alerted us to the impending arrival of the club. We rushed toward the door, leaving the kitchen where we’d been having tea. Yes, hot tea and cookies as I joined the ol’ ladies’ club. Ironic since none of us were old.
When I stepped outside, I was immediately drawn to Brick. He rose off the seat of his Harley and met my gaze with a powerful, hungry, intense stare that made my thighs clench together. Oh, wow.
“Ginny.”
His voice. It was somehow deeper, grittier than it had even been. That wasn’t the only change I could see. Something about his eyes mesmerized me. They were the same blue, yet different. Energy radiated from him, along with his sexy swagger, as he approached me.
That was when my gaze dipped, and I saw the growing bulge between his legs, drawing a gasp from my lips. Was he bigger than I remembered?
“Bedlam, work it out of your system.”
Brick snorted.
Wait. Bedlam?
“My new road name,” he informed me. “Can you accept it?”
Of course. I nodded, eagerly rushing toward him.
Bedlam scooped under my knees and lifted me, striding fast toward the clubhouse as a few chuckles erupted behind us.
“What’s so funny?”
“They know the urges I’m dealing with right now.”
Urges?
He noticed my confusion. “Babygirl, I need to fuck you.”
I sucked in a breath, surprised, but also not because his erection gave that away.
“It won’t be gentle. I need to feel your sweet pussy clenching my cock, and I want you to cream all over it.”
Damn. Such dirty words.
We entered the clubhouse, and he took the stairs. Nothing could have deterred him from his mission. I was happy that it involved me, multiple orgasms and plenty of hours with my man buried deep inside me.
We paused outside a room on an upper floor and he kicked the door open, bringing me inside. As soon as it shut behind us, he was on me. My clothes were stripped off so fast that I barely blinked before I was naked, and Bedlam dropped to his knees.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growled before he spread me open and dived in, making wicked sounds as he feasted on my pussy.
I fell back against the wall, and he lifted me, my palms slapping the surface as he palmed my ass. His fingers gripped tight as his tongue plunged into my core. He ate me out like he’d been starving for days. I moaned as he rose to his feet, still supporting me.
“God, I need you.”
“I feel the same, baby.” Bedlam wrapped my legs around his waist and held me. “Unbuckle my belt and set my cock free.”
I obeyed, hastily snapping the belt so I could free him.
“I love it when you’re so eager for me.”
“Can’t help it. You fuck like a god.”
His lips curled into a grin as I popped the button on his jeans and pulled down his zipper, finally able to slide my palm around his thick length. “Fuck, Ginny. Stroke me.”
I pumped up and down his shaft, turned on by his reaction and the power I could feel emanating from him. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have covered the tip with my mouth and used my tongue to pleasure him.
“Need inside you,” he growled, and I nodded.
He lined up at my entrance and waited, nearly panting. “This is me claiming you once and for all. You’ve got my devotion, heart, and baby growing inside you. I want you to wear my ring and my brand, too.”
“Okay.”
As I answered, he shoved forward, burying deep in a single thrust. I barely had time to adjust to the fullness and how he stretched me, gripping his shoulders as he moved me against the wall. My back pressed against it as his lips met mine.
I felt devoured by him in every way. And it didn’t stop for the entire night. He filled me, came inside me until I overflowed, and then took me again. On the bed. On all fours. In the bathroom.
By the time we fell asleep, I was exhausted and sore in all the best ways.
“Love you, Ginny.” He brushed the hair from my eyes. “It’s all over. Hesh got his justice.”
I wondered. “Good.”
“You’re safe, and so is our baby. Just like you wanted.”
“I’m glad.”
“You don’t have to worry about any of that. I swear it.”
“I won’t.” He kissed me, sealing that promise. “I just need you. As long as I have you and our son, I’ll be happy.”
“You have me. Always, Babygirl.”
And that was the sweetest, best retribution a girl could ask for. I hoped my father was looking down on us and smiling because I had never been happier in my life.
“MA, I’VE GOT BIG NEWS ,” Bedlam informed Nan as she answered the phone the following morning.
“I’m going to finally be a grandma?”
Before he could answer, I did. “Yes!”
“Hallelujah! Son, you’ve been redeemed.”
Bedlam snorted. “Ma, I’m going to marry Ginny, and she’s having my son. You’re too far away.”
“Well, hell, get your ass here and move me to Vegas. I’m coming there to run your life, make you miserable, and be the best goddamn grandparent any kid has ever had.”
To say she was enthusiastic was an understatement.
So, two days later, we arrived in a U-Haul truck along with a dozen of Bedlam’s new club brothers.
Nan opened the door when we parked on the driveway. She didn’t rush her son. No, her attention focused on me. “Ginny! Darling, let’s get you inside and your feet up. You need to be pampered, and that’s my new job.”
Bedlam laughed. “What? No kiss for me, Ma?”
“No. Get to work.” She led me up the steps and then stopped, giving him a wicked smile. “Come kiss my cheek.”
He approached, and instead of lowering his head to place that kiss, he lifted his 5’2’’ mom and hoisted her in the air, swinging her around as she squealed. “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” she laughed. “Now let me enjoy this. I’ve waited forever for you to knock up some sweet girl and give me grandbabies.”
Ginny snickered. “Just some sweet girl?”
Nan rushed back to me and linked her arm through mine. “Shh. Can’t have him feeling left out even if I like you best right now.”
This woman.
We spent the afternoon watching the house full of bikers packing all of Nan’s things into the U-Haul. She ordered them all around, and they loved it.
In her kitchen, she prepared food. In crockpots, she had made hot chicken salad for sandwiches, taco meat for walking tacos, and cinnamon rolls with apples. Those bikers ate every morsel of food, and it made her day.
Nan, I realized, was never happier than when taking care of the people she loved. Someday, I hoped to be just like her. She was wonderful and loving and accepted me as her daughter the instant we met. Having her grandbaby made me her new favorite.
Of course, that just meant she had two because she’d always love her Brick the most, even if he did change his name to something crazy. I laughed hard when she told him that.
Getting settled in Las Vegas was easy.
Nan already owned a second house, and she moved right into it. From what I understood, Nan bought it to be close to him once he got his head out of his ass, found a good girl, settled down, and had babies. I guess we made that dream come true.
I sat on the front porch across from her, watching her swing as she sipped lemonade. It felt weird not to work, and I didn’t want to waste the degree I worked so hard for, but I didn’t mind taking time off since this pregnancy took a toll.
I continued to have morning sickness and fatigue until the fifth month when our baby grew and I began to show. Bedlam took every opportunity to touch me, talk to our baby, rub my stomach, and spoil me to the point of excess.
“When is Ciara coming?”
“Soon. She had to drop Tri off at the airport first.”
My uncle was traveling to visit a friend in Ohio for a week. Since that left my mom home alone, Nan invited us to stay with her. She planned every detail, including the menu, but I didn’t care. It made her happy.
The best part? She included my mom. They both were thrilled about the new baby. Any awkwardness about Bedlam and the past with Hesh no longer existed. When he took care of the Crimson Skulls for good, we all left it behind.
“My son better get here soon, or he’s going to miss out on dessert.”
I giggled. “How? Are you going to eat all the cheesecake, brownies, and cupcakes?”
She made all of it yesterday in preparation for our girls’ weekend. “I might.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “Nan, you’re the best.”
“Right back at ya, my favorite daughter.”
Not daughter-in-law. Daughter. She always made that distinction. I was hers, and she loved me.
Boy, I sure was blessed.
“You know,” I began as I winked at her. “I think we should give that cheesecake a try.”
“And if we eat it all?” she asked as her blue eyes, the same color as her son, sparkled.
“Then we eat it all.”
Nan popped to her feet. “Let’s go, my favorite daughter.”
“After you, my dear.”
When Bedlam finally arrived, I gave him a kiss to compensate for the cheesecake. Luckily for me, it was just as sweet and delicious—his words, not mine.
Since I had him, I couldn’t complain either.
It felt pretty great to have everything I ever wanted.