Jalisa Chapter 11 #2
He returned it eagerly. I squealed when I was picked up and put underneath the hot spray. He laughed. I guess he was alright with my plan—crazy-ass man.
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It was late morning. Wrath and I had eventually gotten some sleep after a second lovemaking session.
When we got up, I made breakfast for us.
Then he informed me he had to head to the clubhouse and have church with his guys.
It wasn’t their usual Wednesday evening church.
He said they couldn’t wait to discuss last night’s development with my dad.
I agreed. I wish I could be there, but I knew that wasn’t happening.
This was why Betty and I were at her and Rage’s house. She invited me to hang out with her there rather than at the clubhouse. I found their place warm and very inviting. She had good taste, and a few things from the tour she gave me sparked ideas for Wrath’s house. Whoops, I meant our house.
I was checking out her wall of family photos. There were a bunch of the Pagans. I saw another grouping that showed a woman with a biker and two kids I didn’t know. There were others, a young woman and a man, though they were separate.
My curiosity made me ask, “Who are these people, Betty?”
She came over to me and pointed. “These are my kids, Braelyn and Hayes. I told you about them. You recognize Wrath’s group.
This is Rylan. She’s the old lady of Maverick.
He’s an Archangel’s Warrior in Hunters Creek, Tennessee.
This is their oldest daughter, Amiah, and the youngest is Autumn.
Amiah will be four in August and Autumn three in September. ”
I heard the love in her voice. “You love them. What makes them special?”
“Come sit, and I’ll tell you their story. I warn you, parts of it are terrible, but the ending is wonderful.”
I took a seat, and she ran me through what happened to Rylan and how she almost missed out on the love of her life, all due to her despicable stepbrother and his actions.
I wanted to kill the bastard myself, but she informed me that Maverick had dealt with his ass. When she was done, I hugged Betty.
“Oh, what’s that for?” she asked when I let go.
“For being such an incredible person. You helped Rylan no matter the danger to you. And you asked nothing in return.”
“I might not have asked, but I got so much. She brought me into the family with the Warriors, Pagans, Horsemen, Marauders, Punishers, and Dark Patriots. I have a second daughter, and those are my grandkids. They’ll probably be my only ones at the rate it’s going.
I gained Rage, as much as I pretended I didn’t want him, and sometimes still do.
I have a wonderful life. I can’t wait for you to meet her and Braelyn. You’ll make good friends.”
Those comments got us talking a bit more about Braelyn. She was due to stop by soon. She’d been super busy with her work, so she hadn’t been here lately. Hayes was still upset his mom wouldn’t oust Rage, so they had no contact.
Once we got done with that, Betty turned the spotlight on me.
“Alright, enough talk about me. I need to know. How’re you doing since that big reveal about what Psycho did last night?
I have to tell you that Rage is upset. He wants to beat sense into his hard head. He thinks what your dad did is awful.”
I laughed. “Well, tell him to take a number. I’m still debating whether to do it, and I know Wrath wants to, although he did tell me to forgive Dad eventually.
Wrath says Dad is struggling and acting out.
I have no idea what Panther and the other Fiends said or did after we left.
I texted Cougar only to say we made it home last night.
I wasn’t up to asking what was happening.
I know Wrath is changing up the plan for the car show.
He doesn’t want us to rely on the Fiends until we know who is still against us. It hurts, but I’ll live.”
“You will and can return to having a good relationship with Psycho if he learns from this. I’ve got to ask before we leave this topic and go to another. Why was that bunny so scared of you?”
Between my chuckles, I told her the rules I’d implemented at the Fiends and what had happened to those who didn’t listen. She clapped her hands and said I had to do the same here. She didn’t see Wrath having an issue with it.
A little later, I was sipping tea when she asked me another question, which made me choke on my drink.
“Alright, enough. Tell me. What put that huge smile on Wrath’s face and had you blushing and walking funny this morning? Did you and the pres finally get rid of your pesky virginity? And if you did, how did he take the news that his woman was a virgin?”
I sputtered and gasped until I cleared my airway. Betty was grinning. “God, warn a woman, Betty. I don’t know what you think you saw, but you imagined it.” I lied to tease her.
“Bullshit. I know what I saw. You had sex, didn’t you?
And I bet it was great. If he’s anything like his father, it had to be.
That man makes me come so hard, and often, it’s unreal.
No one has ever made me feel the way he does during sex, and his foreplay is amazing, too.
Was I right about the size?” She wagged her eyebrows at me on the last one.
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. She kept prodding me until I gave in.
“Oh, shush, and I’ll tell you. Yes, we had sex. And it was beyond anything I’d imagined. The man can make me melt. He was shocked yet thrilled at the virgin revelation. He got kinda cavemanish on me. I’m sore, but I don’t regret the times we did it.”
“And the size?” she prompted. I knew that Rage was big from her remark last night. I guess she should have to live with the knowledge of Wrath.
“And that man is hung,” I whispered, even if no one was there but us.
She crowed. “I knew it! He’s his daddy all over.
I can tell you what’ll help with that soreness.
I have some, I’ll give you. Soak in hot water and add Epsom salts to it—a generous amount.
I have a lavender-scented one that I adore.
It relaxes you with the scent, and the salt and water take away the soreness.
I’m so happy for both of you. Wrath is like a son to me.
I love the man. Now I have you. My kids are multiplying.
And since you’re one of mine, I’ll do what I do with the others. When will you make me a grandma?”
“Wow, hold on. You’re as bad as Wrath. He was ready to knock me up last night. I told him we had to wait until we got done with Killer and his club, and then we could talk about the baby idea.”
“Well, I guess I can wait. As old as we are, if I could’ve still had kids when Rage and I got together, he would’ve been all for it. I told him he’d have to get a younger woman if he wanted more. He refused. Said I was the only one for him, and he’d waited over half his life for me.”
“Damn, those Bentley men sure can be sweet,” I remarked.
“Yes, they can, and on the opposite end, they can make you want to brain them, but that’s true of any man,” she agreed.
We went on to talk about my work. I told her about the new project I started. We were in the midst of that when our men came strolling into the room. We knew they were there. They didn’t set an alarm, but the door chimed whenever it was opened. It was set to do the same at our house.
Wrath came straight for me, while Rage did the same to Betty. We were both gathered in their arms and given kisses that curled the toes. When Wrath let me go, I was ready to drag him back home and ravish him. My soreness was forgotten. He smiled at me.
“Hello, Lil’ Lunatic. Have you and Betty been having a good time?”
I smacked his chest. He continued calling me that. I wasn’t truly mad, but I pretended to be.
“I’ll show you a lunatic. We’ve been having a wonderful time. I assume you’re all squared away, and the plan has been altered to your satisfaction?” I responded.
“We did. While we were at it, I spoke to the presidents of the other MCs. They know the deal and agree that we have enough people. It shouldn’t be an issue. The Dark Patriots offered to bring a few more of their people if we needed them.”
“All these clubs and then the Patriots have me intrigued. I can’t wait to meet all of them. The Patriots have piqued my curiosity about what they do. You have the most interesting friends,” I informed both men.
“We do. Wrath, a beer or Coke?” Rage asked.
“I’ll take a Mountain Dew if you have one,” Wrath answered.
Rage snorted. “If I have one? Who do you think you’re talking to, son?”
“So he got his Dew addiction from his dad,” I teased.
“You got it. All his positive attributes came from me. Anything you hate that came from his mom,” Rage told me.
“Oh, really. Well, all my amazingness comes from my paternal grandmother, from what I’ve been told, but the horrible is a mixture of my dad and mom. I used to say it was all from Mom, but he’s on my shit list.”
“You two will make up. He just needs an attitude adjustment first,” Rage said.
“And I understand you want to give it to him,” I slid in.
He had no remorse. “You got it. Anytime. Alright, who’s up for lunch? We can get it brought in from town, or we can throw some burgers and stuff on the grill,” Rage suggested. I
t was fine with me, so that became the focus of the rest of our time at their place. While we worked and waited, the conversations hopped around, but we stayed away from talking about my dad.