Chapter Thirty-Three - Chapter Thirty-Two
SIX WEEKS LATER :
I shoved Madeline against the cold bathroom counter, my rough hands hiking up her skirt. “We don’t have time for this. Daphne and Hillbilly are about to cut the wedding cake,” she whispered, not trying to stop me, but her body betrayed her with a quiver of anticipation.
“Oh, you’re a naughty little tease, aren’t you?” I growled, my fingers digging into her hips as I pressed my hard cock against her ass. “You knew exactly what you were doing wearing this skirt and your property cut.”
She let out a needy whimper, grinding her ass against me. “Maybe just a quick one,” she agreed, rubbing her ass harder on my cock.
I chuckled darkly, reaching around to slip my hand between her legs. “You’ve been thinking about this all morning,” I murmured, my fingers finding her clit and giving it a rough, teasing rub. “It feels like you started without me.”
She moaned, her head falling forward as she pushed back against my hand. “Yes, yes, I’ve been thinking about it,” she gasped.
I quickly unzipped my pants, pulling out my throbbing cock. “Bend over,” I commanded, my voice low and dominant.
She obeyed, her body trembling with desire as she bent over the counter. I positioned myself behind her, my cock pressing against her wet pussy. “You’re mine, Madeline,” I growled, my hand gripping her hair as I thrust into her with one hard, powerful stroke. She loved it when I took full control, made her hotter.
She cried out, her body arching as I filled her completely. I began to move, my hips slamming into her with relentless, punishing strokes. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her body trembling as I fucked her hard and fast.
I could feel my orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her as I drove into her over and over again. “Give it up, Madeline,” I ordered, my voice harsh and demanding.
She let out a keening cry, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock. I groaned, my own orgasm crashing over me as I emptied myself inside her with a satisfying grunt.
We stood there for a moment, panting and spent, before quickly straightening ourselves up. “We should get back out there,” Madeline murmured, her voice still shaking.
I smirked, pulling her close and giving her a possessive kiss. “Get ready for tonight, wicked girl,” I whispered, my fingers tracing over the now-crumpled fabric of her skirt. “We’ll finish this later.”
I took Madeline’s hand, leading her back outside to where the wedding reception buzzed with life. Adam’s betrayal cut deep, not just because he was a prospect, but because he was a brother to us all, trusted by all. Thanks to him, trust would be a hard-earned commodity from now on.
The ol’ ladies, relieved that Patch had sent the sweet butts packing, stood firm behind his decision. The club members reasoned that the parties would still roll, and if anyone wanted a taste of the wild, they’d find it on their own terms.
Midnight and his brothers now held all the detective work Adam had gathered. The files we found in his room were a goldmine, full of leads that might finally bring Kezia’s killer to justice. The streets would be safer once we put that monster behind bars. We owed her that much.
“Over there,” Madeline said, pointing to where her dad sat, watching Ellie play with Toby and talking with Scotch. The two had become friends, able to talk about what most of us couldn’t understand.
The pretty blonde by his side waved us over. I blinked, still not believing my eyes. It was her— my mom . The woman I remembered from my childhood, standing there, thinner than she should be, but alive in a way I hadn’t seen in years. She’d turned her life around, and I finally understood that sometimes, it’s the simplest words—like telling my mom she was still beautiful—that can change everything.
She still had a long way to go, but with Chris’s help, she’d started treatment, found a job, and cleaned herself up. She and Chris had forged a bond that would keep her steady, give him the companionship he deserved. Especially now, with Madeline and me getting married, I knew he would feel left out, since he was so used to caring for them.
I still have that fear deep down, the worry that one day Madeline would wake up and shove me back into the shadows.
“What’s got you so distracted?” Madeline asked, her eyes searching mine.
“Just thinking about how much I love you,” I replied, kissing her cheek. But as I led her back to the reception, I couldn’t shake the thought that no matter how far I’d come, there was still a part of me that would always be haunted by ghosts.
Letting go of guilt wasn’t as easy as a snap of a finger.
As I watched Madeline lean down to pick up Ellie, I knew in the end it wasn’t the club, the bikes, or the roads that would keep me sane — it was her , standing beside me, ready to ride into whatever came next.
THIS IS THE end of The Devil’s House Series: West Virginia, but don’t worry, updates on a few of our couples will be in the next series. Stay tuned for The Devil’s House MC: South Carolina.