29. Chapter 28
Thunder
I grunt as I thrust, my cock filling my wife, whose walls squeeze me tightly. She gasps against my lips as I bottom out and our eyes lock, connecting us on a fucking intimate level that has my balls tightening.
“Treasure, we have to go slowly,” I rasp against her lips when she tries to thrust up, and she chokes, “My headache is gone, Bradley, please, I need more.”
I groan, and I lift her left leg, and not able to deny my girl, I thrust hard and fast, ensuring to tilt my hips and hit her G-spot. She throws her head back and we break eye contact, and I latch onto her neck, sucking hard.
It’s our fourth round since we came to bed, the first being in the shower, her back against the tiled wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, and we haven’t stopped since.
Scottie’s breathing becomes labored as I slam into her repeatedly, trying to ignore the tightness of my balls, not willing to come before her.
I quickly move a hand between us and press my thumb on her enlarged clit, pressing down on it hard, and I rub fast circles, feeling it pulse against me.
I moan loudly as she soaks my thumb within seconds.
She chokes, “Bradley,” as her orgasm hits her and I bite down on her neck as her cunt squeezes me tightly as it pulses.
I thrust even quicker just before my balls explode and I come deep inside her. My rhythm breaks before I bottom out, but I make sure my cum ends up in her womb, not risking the chance of her not being pregnant even though I deep down think she is.
Scottie breathes heavily as I drop her leg and she wraps it around me.
I don’t move, not that I would despite both of us being hot and sweaty.
I gently suck her neck, causing her walls to flutter.
I move my head and press my lips against hers, shoving my tongue inside her mouth, kissing her deeply and fuck, I want her again…
My cock twitches inside her with the need to take her repeatedly, and Scottie chuckles, “Again?” into my mouth and I grin as I press my lips against hers and murmur, “I always want you, even after just having you. I always fucking want you.”
She smiles against my lips as she places her hand in my hair and I spin us so she’s on top of me, my cock still nestled inside her, causing her to gasp before she lays her head on my chest and mumbles, “I’ve had a good evening,” and melts into me, and I hum as I press a kiss on her head before inhaling as I run my fingers up and down her spine.
Fuck she smells good.
After spending more than half an hour at the club at the club’s insistence, or more my mama’s. I called it a day with the embarrassing stories, I brought Scottie, Sammie and Demon home.
I showed Sammie his room where Demon will sleep, the room Mama decorated for him, full of motorcycles, which he fucking loved.
We had dinner together, eating in the yard, I put Sammie to bed, promising to take him to my tattoo room tomorrow, before giving my whole attention to my beautiful, kind-hearted wife who helped my mama.
Watching them walk outside while Tank and Doc were arguing over who gets my talented, hard-working wife on their team, my heart sank, and fear hit.
I held no trust for Mama, she hadn’t given me reason to trust her.
Even though Brittany, who has held her at arm's length, told me to give them a minute, being a fucking hypocrite, I couldn’t stand back.
I ran after them, refusing to let Mama try and scare Scottie away when moving six hours away from a home she built on her own was hard enough.
I didn’t expect her to not only admit to seeing my achievements but to break down about distancing herself because she was scared of losing me.
That woman has let her fear take over one too many times to the point her kids felt the pressure and got hurt.
I think it’s time we all pitched in to help her overcome them because the woman we spent time with this evening was a proud mama of two.
I loved that version of her, a version that showed her love for me, even if she did tell Scottie all about my joyriding and dancing days.
“I love you,” I murmur against Scottie’s head, and I feel her smile against my skin as she traces my tattoos on my chest. She whispers, “Not as much as I love you,” and I hold her even tighter.
This woman has become the reason why I walk the earth, and fuck, I’ll always make sure she’s mine, fucking always.
We don’t say anything for a little while, just enjoying each other’s company before her hand stills and her breathing evens out. I press my lips against her head just as my phone buzzes.
Trying not to wake my wife, I grab it and check the screen.
Dad:
Thank you for what you did with your mama, for allowing her to talk about your childhood without getting upset. I love you, son.
I take a deep breath and put my phone back before gently running my fingers down Scottie’s bare back.
My eyes close slowly, drifting off into a peaceful sleep, knowing everything is finally falling into place now that my family are under the same roof in my hometown and that the hole Mama caused will slowly heal.
***
“Uncle Thunder,” I hear, and I squeeze my eyes tight before I grunt at the sharp stinging pain on my chest and I fling up, causing the fucking demon cat to go flying and giggles echo.
“Seriously, Sammie?” I sigh as I look at the little terror, and the boy laughs louder at my scowl as I rub my now sore chest.
“He was just saying morning,” the kid feigns innocence, and I mock-glare his way.
“Where is your aunt?” I ask, then confirm, “She making breakfast?”
I felt her gone as soon as Demon clawed me, my body instantly missing her.
“Uh no,” Sammie says cautiously. I raise a brow at the boy who winces before admitting, “Uncle Doc came to get her with Uncle Tank. They’re showing her the hospital, but she told me to remind you after letting you sleep in until at least nine, that you promised to take me to your tattoo shop,” and I grit my teeth.
Fuckers are dead!
“Okay,” I say calmly despite feeling anything but, “go get ready then, I just need to get dressed.”
“Okay,” he cheers and runs out of the room with the asshole cat following him, his tail twitching like he didn’t just try to claw me like a fucker. I grab my phone while the sheets are still over my lower half in case Sammie comes back in.
Don’t want to scar the poor kid.
I find my wife’s number and quickly press on it, putting the phone to my ear and just when I think she’ll allow it to go to voicemail, she finally answers, “Hey Bradley,” really sweetly, and I hear my brothers laugh in the background like fucking assholes.
“Hey Bradley? Seriously Scottie?” I snap, “I thought we had a deal, no leaving without waking the other up first!”
“I thought you’d like to sleep in,” she tries, and I growl, “Scottie!” and she sighs.
She admits, “I knew you’d insist on coming with me because you’re struggling to have me out of your sight, but you promised Sammie.
I wasn’t going to let you deny your promise and besides, you have to get used to me being away for twenty-four hours at least four shifts a week.
Maybe even more depending on how busy we are or if I’ve been put on call. I can’t hide away forever.”
Fuck’s sake…
“Next time, you fucking wake me up!” I snap, not able to argue with her. I mean, I could tell her that we would have gone to the tattoo shop on the way home, but that wouldn’t have been good enough for my wife.
“Okay,” she whispers, then says, “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” I mutter, then state, “Tell Doc and Tank they’re on my shit list,” before hanging up, and I huff as I wipe my hand down my face.
I fucking hate it when she doesn’t wake me, especially after what happened…
“Ready, Uncle Thunder!” Sammie calls, and I sigh heavily and return, “I’ll be down in a minute,” and I quickly get up, knowing it isn’t the boy's fault his aunt has pissed me the fuck off.
Damn woman is lucky that I love her.
***
“Do you think Auntie Scott would mind if I became a tattoo artist?” Sammie asks four hours later as he climbs off my Harley. I finally had a brace fitted to it, and I raise a brow at him as I take his helmet.
“You want to be a tattoo artist?” I confirm with a little bit of awe, and the boy nods nervously.
Fuck me, now that is an honor.
What started as a simple show-him-around type turned into one of my regulars walking in and asking for a piece to be done. It even entertained Sammie as he answered all his questions.
The boy was enthralled, looked through all of my work, including admiring the tattoo I did for his sister that I proudly taped to the wall.
“I think your aunt will support whatever path that you want to take,” I say firmly as I climb off my bike and Sammie rocks on his heels and I tilt my head at him and demand softly, “Talk to me, buddy….”
“Granny and Gramps didn’t like Auntie Scottie not following their jobs. What if she doesn’t like me not becoming a doctor?” he says quietly, and I lock my jaw before I look around the parking lot.
I find the club truck that I know my wife went in this morning before I look back at Sammie and demand, “Come inside,” and he nods, but with a sad look over his cute face that I fucking hate.
I hold the door open for him before I look around the room, and I find my wife sitting with my sister, holding Bailey on her lap, and I whistle, gaining her attention.
She grins wide as we lock eyes, but her grin slowly fades when she looks at Sammie, and she furrows her brows.
“Treasure,” I say loudly, causing everyone to look our way, and when our eyes connect, I say, “If I were to tell you that Sammie’s interest right now was to draw and maybe one day become a tattoo artist, what would you say?”
Everyone stays silent while my wife looks at her little nephew with heartbreak, understanding shining in her beautiful eyes while he looks down, refusing to make eye contact.
“I’d say I’d want to be his first client and if I’m not I’ll force feed him leftover meatloaf for a month,” she admits, and Sammie looks at her in shock, his eyes widen.
“Really?” he gasps, and Scottie hands Bailey over to Doc, who grins before walking our way. As soon as she’s close, she cups her nephew’s cheeks and whispers, “Really, because whatever you want to do is your dream and I would be honored to be a part of it.”
Sammie sniffles before throwing his arms around her waist, and I hear a few sniffles as my girl holds onto our nephew tightly.
“Love you, Auntie Scott,” Sammie whispers, and Scottie kisses his head and murmurs, “Love you too, Sammie,” and I smile before I look up and lock eyes with Doc, and I narrow mine as I point at the fucker and snap, “You took her out of my home without waking me, seriously?”
Everyone laughs, including Sammie, though it is a watery one. Doc and Tank both look everywhere but at me, and I growl, “At least tell me you two figured your shit out!”
“I’ll be sharing my time between both of them,” Scottie admits with a chuckle as Sammie runs over to Lilly, who grins a chubby grin seeing him and I look at Stone, our eyes connecting.
He smiles slightly, and I return it.
“He was worried I’d want him to be a doctor?” Scottie asks as she gets to me, and I hum as we lock eyes right before she walks into me and I wrap my arms around her.
“He did, but I knew you’d set him straight,” I murmur against her head before inhaling her.
“My sister really screwed him up,” she huffs, and I press my lips against her head.
“We’ll help him overcome the trauma she caused, baby,” I promise, and she nods before looking up at me.
“I missed you,” she admits, and I narrow my eyes, causing her to smile wide as I confirm, “You’re starting work sooner than planned, aren’t you?”
“I really missed you,” she replies, and I groan, pressing my forehead against hers, and she whispers, “Being a doctor is who I am, and I need to return.”
“When?” I ask, and she mumbles, “Two days,” and I growl, causing her to smile wider before threatening, “If you end up in my ER just because you want to see me, I’ll kick you out of our bed,” and I scowl because I know she means it.
“I want an evening tonight, just you, me, and Sammie, and tomorrow we take him out for the day,” I negotiate, and Scottie grins wide.
“Not Felix?” she asks with a chuckle, and I curl my lip at the mention of the little shit.
“No, Demon can go in the yard for all I care. The little fucker clawed my chest this morning, and yet again he pissed in my boots,” I snap, and Scottie laughs as she wraps her arms around my waist, settling me.
“I really love you,” she giggles, and I half smile as I run my fingers through her hair, listening to Sammie’s giggles somewhere nearby, chatter from the club, yet all I see is my wife.
“I love you too,” I whisper before pressing my lips against hers, and the club cheers, causing us to smile before I kiss her harder.
Fuck, I love being home.