Chapter 3
RED
It had been a full-on few weeks since we’d moved Emily, Ford, and Poppy to the clubhouse. I was doing my best to be patient and let Emily settle in.
She’d asked for three months and I was determined to give it to her.
That didn’t mean that we didn’t spend time together, but mostly it was with the family as buffers.
I’d slept last weekend at the cottage with her and Poppy, not wanting them to be alone while the kids were doing what they had to do.
I’d hoped that once we got clean, the shit would die down.
I should have known better. It made me wonder if Emily was having second thoughts about hitching herself to me.
She hadn’t mentioned any concerns, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t have them.
I also knew that I was being a weak-assed little bitch, which wasn’t like me.
Instead of flat-out asking her, I was beating around the bush.
This wasn’t like me, but in my defence, I hadn’t had to worry about this with Ruthie.
We’d been young, dumb, and in love. We’d thought we were invincible.
This time around I was older, and Emily wasn’t the type of woman to sit on the side-lines if shit was going down.
She’d been exposed to more in the MC that her ex had been in than I’d ever allowed Ruthie to be exposed to.
While that meant that I didn’t have to protect her from the harsher side of MC life, it also meant that she could use that knowledge to leave me.
‘Fucking hell.’ I needed to grow a pair of balls and just ask the woman what she wanted to do.
Instead, I’d retreated to the garage attached to my home, pretending that I needed to make some adjustments to my sled.
That’s where I was when I heard Maestro walking up.
I knew it was him because the boy never walked anywhere; he always stomped.
Heavy-footed fucker. He’d never been stealthy.
I looked up as his shadow fell over me. Taking note of the concern on his face, I stood.
“What’s wrong?” I demand, ready to go to battle.
“Shit,” Maestro said, flapping a hand at me and wiping his hand down his face. “Sorry, Pops. Didn’t mean to make you think something was wrong. Just got a lot on my mind and I need to ask you something.”
Wiping my greasy hands on the rag I take from my pocket, I go to the fridge I keep in the garage and take out a couple of drinks for us.
Waving Maestro to the camp chairs I’ve got set up in the corner.
We take a seat, pop open our drinks and take a few sips.
I wait Maestro out. He’ll tell me when he’s good and ready.
Although the question he levels at me isn’t the one that I was expecting.
“Are you serious about Emily?”
Surprised, I looked over at him. “I am, son. Why?”
“You haven’t officially made her your Old Lady yet, so I wasn’t sure. I need to ask you something but I wanted to know first if she was going to be staying around.”
Like I’d been thinking earlier, I was being a pansy-assed bitch, and it wasn’t like me.
“Set up a cut party for this weekend and we’ll make it official.” With that decision over, I’m just about to ask him what his next question was when Emily calls out to me.
“Deck. Where you at?”
“In the garage, darlin’.”
And then there she is, the woman that’s made my old heart beat faster the last few weeks. Framed in the garage entry, hands on her hips, she glares at me, and I wonder what the hell I’ve done.
“You need to make a decision, Deck Ivor. Either I’m your Old Lady or I’m not. Enough of this pussyfooting around and worrying about feelings.”
Next to me, Maestro bites back a chuckle. And I’m hard pressed not to join him because, my lord, this woman is hot as fuck when she’s riled, but I’d also rather she not bean me if I laugh. And I have a feeling she wouldn’t be one to hold back if she were pissed off.
Standing up from my chair, I stalk over to her and stare down at her. “Woman were you or were you not on my sled last weekend?”
She narrows her eyes and purses her lips as she glares at me. All I want to do is devour her mouth and kiss the sass right out of her.
“Don’t you woman me Deck ‘Red’ Ivor. I have no clue where your head’s at. You went from a hundred miles an hour getting me here to zero in the space of a few weeks. Maybe you’ve had second thoughts? I’m not a bloody mind reader,” she growls, poking her finger into my chest with every word.
“Darlin’, were you on my sled last weekend?” I ask again.
“I was.”
“Did I or did I not tell you I’d give you time to get used to the idea of being mine? In fact, if I recall our conversation you asked for three months.”
Emily lowers her eyes and her shoulders slump when she nods. “You did.”
I didn’t like this. I preferred her full of vinegar, spitting fire at me.
Wrapping my hands around her shoulders, I pull her closer until I can enfold her in my arms. She sighs, turning her head and resting her cheek on my chest. Her arms circle my waist. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I say, “Can I take it from your entrance that I can stop being so bloody polite and move you into my house and my bed?”
Maestro lets out a groan. “Fuck’s sake, Pops. I’m still here.”
Emily giggles when I turn to look over my shoulder at him and say, “This is my house, boy, and my woman. I don’t come to yours and moan about you and Stace.”
Em tilts her head back, resting her chin on my chest. She looks up at me. “I think our time’s up anyway because Maestro needs the cottage for Blake, Jessie, and Robbie.”
“Is that right?” I look at Maestro, who nods.
“But only if Emily is okay with it. We can make do with the clubhouse and Cash and my house if we have to.”
“Don’t be silly,” Emily tells him. “Jessie will need the room once the baby comes.”
Maestro’s gaze softens as he looks at Emily. “Thank you, Ems, and if I’ve not made it clear before, welcome to the family.”
Emily’s cheeks flush a slight pink as she smiles up at Maestro. “Thank you. I’ve been made very welcome. This MC is very different from the last one I was in.”
“As long as you’re happy that’s all I care about; if the old man gives you a hard time, come see me.”
He grins when I punch his shoulder and growl, “Boy.”
He laughs out loud. I love my son. He’s changed in the last two years, but more so since Stacey had moved in and become his Old Lady. He’s much lighter and happier now, even with all the shit that has been circling the club.
“Pops, I’ll set up a party for this weekend. I’d stop being a pussy and speak to your Old Lady.” He smirks at me as he walks away.
“Little fucker,” I grumble, watching him disappear.
“What’s he talking about?”
Turning my attention back to Emily, I reply, “I asked him to get your cut ordered and organise a party to celebrate this weekend.”
“Oh,” she blushed, looking a little sheepish. “Sorry I gave you a hard time.”
“Darlin’.” I crook my finger under her chin, tilting her face up towards me. “I’m not. It was fucking hot. Made me hard as fuck,” I tell her as I grind my cock against her soft belly.
Her eyes widen, and then she smiles smugly at me. “I’ve still got it then.”
Throwing my head back I let out a belly laugh, tears gather in my eyes from my laughter at the smugness in her face.
“Yeah, Ems, you’ve still got it,” I tell her.
Lowering my head, I take her mouth in a soft, sweet kiss that quickly turns hot and heavy as she wraps her arms around my neck, standing on her toes.
Needing her closer, I grip her thighs and lift.
‘Fuck I’m glad I keep in shape,’ I think as Emily wraps her legs around my waist. Turning, I walk us to my workbench.
Sweeping the jars and tools to the side, I set Emily on it, never taking my mouth from hers.
My hands wander down her back to her hips, pulling her to the edge of the table as I grind my hard cock against her warm pussy.
“Jesus, darlin’,” I whisper as I kiss down her neck to her ear, nipping at the lobe as she sighs and rocks her hips against mine.
I slide a hand to the front of her shorts, undoing the button with one hand as I kiss her again, and slide my hand into the front of her panties and right into her wet warmth.
I’m leaking pre-cum like a pubescent boy.
I haven’t felt horny like this in years.
Emily whimpers low in her throat as I circle her clit a few times before dipping into her pussy and back to her clit.
It doesn’t take long for her whimpers to turn to moans as she rips her lips from mine, throwing her head back.
She leans back on her hands as she rides my hand.
“Deck, Deck. Fuck yes, Deck.” Her eyes open wide with surprise as she whispers my name as she comes, her pussy gripping my fingers.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, face flushed, eyes hazy, lips plump and swollen from our kisses.
“Holy shit,” she whispers again. “I’ve never come like that in my life. ”
Chuckling at the tone of awe in her voice, I pull my fingers from her pants and suck them clean while she watches, eyes wide.
She may have been married for years, but from her reaction, I don’t think the fucker gave two shits if she came when they fucked.
Well, I might be old, but all my parts were working, and when they got tired, I had fingers and a tongue.
There’s no way my woman was ever going to be left wanting.
Wrapping my arms around her, I hug her to me as she comes down from her high. “What about you?”
My shoulders start to shake with laughter, and she looks up with puzzlement.
“Darlin’ I’m not sure if I should admit to this or not but I came when you did. Like some teenage boy seeing his first pair of tits.”
Her eyes widen, and then she starts to laugh with me.
It feels good to be able to laugh with someone again.
When we sober some, and our laughter peters out, I ask, “You going to be my Old Lady, darlin’?”
“Yeah, honey, I am.” She smiles up at me.
Easy. Ruthie was right. I knew it when I saw Emily that she was my second chance at happiness, and there was no way I was waiting any longer to make her mine.
“Good,” I replied. “Let me go and get cleaned up and I’ll have the prospects start moving you in this afternoon.”
“Okay,” she agrees. I help her down from the table, and we start laughing when I see that my greasy handprints are all over her T-shirt—especially across her chest. She turns around, and there are perfect handprints on the back of her shorts.
“Well, shit,” she snorts out a laugh as she looks at me. “Guess you’re both a tits and ass man.”
“Looks that way. They’re a fine pair of tits and it’s a fucking phenomenal ass.
” I grin at her as I strip off my shirt and hand it to her.
She takes it, but not before she does a thorough inspection of my chest and abs.
I know I’m in good shape, but I can’t lie; I’ve upped my workouts since I met Emily.
She slips my shirt over her head, hiding my handprints from the world.
“I think I should frame these,” she teases as she steps closer and rises to her toes, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Thank you.”
I know it’s not just for the orgasm, although that was exceptional; it’s also for taking the time to get to know her, giving her a family and making sure she’s seen.
And for the laughter. Because while I may have been a pussy when it came to tying her down, that didn’t mean I hadn’t been spending time with her every day, making sure she knew that she had a place in our family.
“You’re welcome, darlin’. Now,” I tap her lightly on the ass to get her moving. “Go pack. Tonight, you’re in my bed.”
“Aye, aye Captain,” she gives me a cheeky salute and a wink before sashaying out of the garage. Taking my phone from the shelf I’d put it on earlier, I called Maestro.
“You got Maestro.”
“Send the prospects to Emily's son. I’m moving her in.”
He’s silent and then starts laughing. “Fuck, Pops, when you decide to pull your finger out your ass and get moving you don’t waste any time. I’ll send them over now.”
“Thanks, son.”
I’m about to hang up when Maestro calls out, “Pops, I’m happy for you and I know both mom and Chains would be too. Emily’s a good woman.”
My throat tightens with emotion, and I blink before I clear my throat. “Thank you, Roman. That means a lot to me.”
“You’re welcome, Pops. I’ll be over later.”
We end our call, and I smile because I swear, I hear a little tinkle of familiar laughter in the air.
‘Told you. She’ll make you happy.’
“You always were right, Ruthie,” I murmur before I walk into the house to clean up and make room for Emily’s things in the bedroom.
The one thing I don’t have to worry about is Emily feeling uncomfortable in this house.
I’d had it totally gutted and redone about two years after Ruthie had passed.
Emily would be able to put her own stamp on it, and I was looking forward to seeing every single change.