Chapter 18
Mad Dog
“You know, I’ve never done this with a man before,” Willa says.
“What? Sitting in bed eating cheese?” I reply around a mouthful of cheese on some fancy cracker I scrounged up from the clubhouse kitchen.
She shrugs, her breasts bouncing and drawing my gaze. “Sitting in bed eating cheese naked with a man who was my friend.”
I busy myself piling more cheese onto my cracker. “Was?”
She grins at me over her little cheese cracker sandwich she’s made. “Well, yeah. I figured you’ve fucked the friendship outta me and have moved into Ol Man territory.” She pops her treat into her mouth, crunching down and chewing noisily as I try to play it cool.
“Well, then, I’ve never done this before.”
“What?”
I throw a piece of cheese into my mouth. “Sitting in bed, eating cheese naked, with my Ol Lady.” Her gaze softens and I lean forward, smacking a kiss to her forehead, and pinching her nipple gently.
She squeals and slaps at my hand before a mischievous look graces her face and she leans and pinches my nipple back.
“Careful sweetheart, I’ll put you over my knee,” I tease.
“I’d love you to,” she whispers huskily and my cock goes from soft to rock hard as if he didn’t just have a workout not long ago.
I reach for her, unsettling the cheeseboard on the bed.
“Our snacks!” Willa cries before moaning when I take her nipple in my mouth.
I tease her a little then pull away with a soft pop. “Fuck the snacks. I have a snack right here.”
She moans around my tongue, her fingers twining in my hair pulling me closer. I know how to take a fucking hint so I lavish her perfect berry nipples with my tongue while my fingers gently glide through her lower lips, still swollen from our lovemaking.
“Miles,” she whispers and I can’t help myself, I need her again. I’ll always need her.
Her legs fall open in invitation and I move my weight until my hips meet hers, my cock nestled against her, the head pressing against her clit. She rolls her hips and my cock slips into her wet heat.
“Miles?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Fuck me like you mean it.”
***
“Well, that's something else I’ve never done with a man before,” Willa giggles breathlessly, one hand thrown up over her head, one leg thrown over mine.
“What’s that?”
“Fucked on a bed covered in cheese and crackers,” she says, bursting into laughter.
“Is now a bad time to tell you that I always sleep like shit if I eat cheese too late?” I mention, throwing a cheese wrapper onto the floor.
“First off, you’re going to pick that up. Then we’re going to clean up and change the sheets. Second, why the hell would you bring cheese up here if you sleep like shit after eating it?” She demands all these things while lying flat on her back on the bed, eyes closed.
“It was fast, easy, and honestly, who the hell says no to cheese?” I reply. Because I mean it, only a psycho says no to cheese.
“OK, yeah, I see your point now,” she replies. “Quick, pull me up, let's get cleaned up and you can tell me how the hell Diesel got away. And I want a play-by-play recap, not that half assed one you gave me before.”
I groan, not wanting to move. I’m old and just did two rounds like a young buck. And I ate late night cheese. I’ll be paying for that at some stage. I’ll probably need to hit the gym too.
“OK baby, I got you,” I say, rolling up and offering her my hand.
When she doesn't move a muscle I leave her where she is, starting the shower running to warm up before turning and freezing in the doorway. Willa is naked, starfished out on my bed, her dark hair wild on my pillows. My chest fucking aches at how perfect she looks. I can’t wait to see her wearing my patch.
“Come on sweetheart,” I whisper, scooping her up in my arms.
She curls into me, her sleepy eyes looking blissed out. I carry her into the bathroom, stepping into the shower, letting the bulk of the warm water flow over her, warming her up and hopefully cleaning some of the cheese and cum from our bodies.
She presses a kiss to the underside of my jaw before wriggling to get down.
I place her gently on her feet, making sure she’s steady.
She soaps up her hands then runs them over my body.
My pecs, my belly, my cock, gently cupping my balls before moving further.
Once she’s satisfied with her ministrations she stands and then it’s my turn to worship her body.
“Start from Rider and Grind’s fight, and don’t leave out anything.”
Blowing out a breath I run my soapy hands over her shoulders, gently massaging the muscles in her back. “Well, it started off because Grind mentioned something about nipples and then Rider got pissy because he thought his brother was making fun of his disability -”
“Wait, what?” Willa asks, spinning to look at me, giving me the opportunity to run my hands over her breasts.
My brows pinch as I look down at her. “Has he not told you? He usually tells everybody he meets.”
“Well, now I feel left out,” she mutters, gripping my hands and moving them to her back.
I pull her closer, massaging again, “I think it was when Jazz and Fox and Nitro got together and there was this crazy woman who had it in for us. She was a baby farmer. That’s where Chewy found Laney-May.”
“Wait, Laney isn’t Chewy and Rhodie’s biological daughter?” Willa’s eyes are wide with shock.
“No, Chewy found Laney-May and brought her home. But I know what you mean, that little girl is the perfect mix of Rhodie and Chewy.”
Willa nods, “Totally. And Rider’s nipple?”
“So, obviously when you’re in the skin business you have a lot of fucked up people that work with you. This woman, Renae, she had henchfuckers. They attacked us, and one of them shoots off Rider’s nipple.”
“Shoots it off?” Willa repeats, her voice rising.
“Yup, clean off. He has one normal pec, the other, perfectly flat.”
“Like a Ken doll?” Willa asks, face screwed up.
A sly smile tugs at my lips, “Yeah, like a Ken doll.” I’ll tuck that little nugget away for the next time he pisses me off.
Willa shuts off the water sooner than I would like, steps out of the shower and throws a towel at me.
“Keep talking while you help me change the bedding.”
“Yes ma-”
She whirls on me, finger ready to poke my chest. I smile, mime zipping my lips and throw her a wink. Damn I can’t wait to do this every day for the rest of my fucking life.
Willa
Miles’ steady, even breaths wash over me, calming me. Which is a damn good thing because I’m wide awake, my mind on that dickbag ex of mine. He may not legally be my ex-husband, but in my mind, body and heart he's even less than that. He’s dirt on the bottom of my shoe.
I can’t believe the yellow-bellied asshole was somehow voted Prez of their little group.
And not only was he Prez, but he left his men to die as he rode off into the night without looking back.
Who does that? Actually, I should know better than to be surprised by his shitty behaviour.
It’s the same shit he tried to pull when he was busted.
Tried to somehow blame me for it. Even asked me to “take one for the team” and say they were my drugs, he didn’t know what was in the back of the truck, and he was just doing me a favor.
Yeah, OK then, buddy. Like anyone would believe that shit.
Argh. I wish he was in front of me. I’d kick him in the balls. Repeatedly.
I roll closer to Miles, snuggling in, my body pressed up to his as close as I can get, my arms T-Rex’d into my body.
Even in sleep his first thought is on me and my comfort.
He rolls toward me, lips pressed against my forehead as he wraps one arm around me, pulling me close, slipping one knee between mine.
His breathing evens out again and my eyelids flutter closed, I’m safe within his protection.
I’ll need it because Diesel always has a plan.
He may have started out the bum boy who did everything his Prez told him to do in the Sinister Wolves, but as he moved through the ranks he found his own contacts.
Like Mercer. Like many other rich dudes I saw him meeting with.
Like a cat, Diesel has nine lives. And he always lands on his feet.
He also knows where I am, and I don’t think I’m lucky enough for him to skip Roxburgh and not come looking for me.
Because he will. But this time it will be worse because he knows what I’m capable of.
Old Willa would have snivelled and begged at his feet.
New Willa burnt the bastard with hot massage oil.
I make a mental note to always be strapped.
If push comes to shove can I put my blade or a bullet in Diesel? You bet your ass I can.
Feeling more relaxed than I did a few moments ago I snuggle in just a little deeper, closing my eyes and breathing in the clean, spicy scent of my Ol Man. Mine.
***
I jolt awake, my heart pounding in time with the fist banging on the door. “Dad! Is Willa in there with you?”
Before I can register the words Miles is up, unbuttoned jeans pulled up his powerful thighs, boots slipped onto his feet as he stomps to the door.
“What the hell are you hollering about?” he growls.
“Willa? Is she here with you?” Rhodie asks, looking over Miles’ shoulder.
“Yeah, she’s here. Why?”
Rhodie runs a hand down his face, “Switch just sent out an alert, there's screaming coming from her place, he couldn’t get near cos in his words ‘it’s fucking chaos’ over there. They’re freaking out dude, Joy couldn’t get a hold of Willa and they didn’t know if she was here or not.”
“Yup, I’m here,” I say, pulling one of Mile’ shirts on to cover my nakedness.
Rhodie’s shoulders slump in relief, and it does something to me to know that Miles’ son is happy that I’m safe.
“Well, if we’re all here, who do you think is at your house?”
Miles and I share a look, and I can’t help the twitch of my lips. “If I’m really lucky, it’ll be my ex-husband.”
Rhodie and Miles grin at each other before Miles slaps my ass. “Get dressed, babe. Let's go see.”
I scuttle off to find my interrogation clothes.
Yoga pants aren't really the best for being on the back of a bike, but my house isn’t far from here and I trust Miles.
That stops me in my tracks, a little ripple of pleasure running through me.
I trust him. To have my back, to be there when I need him.
Shit, it’s a nice feeling. One that I can’t dwell on because the excitement that Diesel could be at my place hopefully maimed and mangled is top of my mind.
“Ready?”
“Ready!” I nod.
Miles twines his fingers in mine and leads me out of his room, down the stairs into the common room where again, I’m stopped in my tracks. There, the whole MC except Switch and Joy are gathered.
“Ah, what’s going on?” I ask, eyes wide.
Marx stares at me then steps up, never dropping his gaze. “He your Ol Man?” He tips his head toward Miles.
“Yeah.”
“Then you're ours. We got your back, Willa. Welcome to the DRMC.”
My throat is thick with emotion, but I don’t want to look like a weenie in front of the Prez so I step forward and give Marx a hug. “Thank you, Marx.”
“Thank you for making my Dad happy,” he whispers back.
He holds me for a moment longer before stepping back, and looking around the room. “I know we all wanna get to Willa’s. We got a loose end with Diesel and I want him done and gone. Tonight.”
“The problem we have,” Rhodie butts in, “is that we don’t have eyes on the house and Switch says its chaos. There’s been a series of small explosions, shit is burning and he’s seen shrapnel around the place.”
Murmurs of “What the fuck?” go around the room. “Willa, got any idea what the hell is going on?” Marx asks.
I side-eye Miles, who stares at me, wide-eyed. “Ah, I might have an idea?” I reply before swallowing. “I let the Big Littles booby trap my home.”
“What!?”
“Yeah. They’re the ones who spotted Diesel first. They told me not to worry, they had an idea for booby traps. I figured they’d just dig some holes and camouflage them or something.” Clearly they did that and more. I feel like I should be more worried about it, but I kinda just want to laugh.
If what Rhodie and Switch says is true, then Diesel is damn sure to be suffering. And I’m down with that.
Marx and Rhodie mirror Miles’ body language. They all stand, hands hooked on their hips, staring at each other. They could be having a silent conversation for all I know. It’s terrible that I don’t care much. I just want to get to my house and watch Diesel burn.
“What are the chances that if we go in there we’ll get caught up like Diesel?” Tank asks the room.
“Well,” Pops says, rocking in his chair, “unpopular opinion, we take one of the kids with us. Or, you let me lead the way. I know how the Big Littles think.”
“Yeah, because you taught them everything they know,” Gus mutters.
“Not everything,” Pops replies with a smirk. “Some of the things they come up with are truly diabolical.”
“Oh, yippee,” Blanche replies sarcastically.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, your kids are the worst ones,” Rider mutters.
“Wait, so the kids are dangerous, too?” Grind asks. I had forgotten he was even here. Weird, given he’s huge and exudes danger.
“Why are you still here?” Rider, complete with black eye, whines.
“Because Diesel is on my shit list, too. And you know damn well I don’t leave shit unfinished.” Rider just glares at that statement.
“We aren’t taking the fucking kids into what sounds like a war zone. So Pops, you’re up. Everyone, roll out,” Marx barks and we all make our way outside.
“Are we all going, or are some of us staying?” Remy asks the Ol Ladies as we all watch our men start up their engines.
There is no way in hell that I’m going to miss this show. Apparently Blanche, Nat, Ana and Vi agree with me because they all mount up behind their men. Chewy begrudgingly stays home after Rhodie threatened to spank her ass. Judging by the look on her face, she didn’t seem too upset by that.
I climb on behind my man, smiling huge to my friends who decided to stay behind to watch the kids.
We slowly edge out of the compound, travelling down the long drive and we may be headed out for the shitty reason, but this to me is perfection.
My face pressed against the warm leather of Miles’ cut, breathing in his scent.
The wind in my hair, soothing rumble of the bike beneath my ass and my arms wrapped around my Ol Man.
The only way this night can get any better is to get rid of my ex-husband once and for good.