“Fine,” I grunt. “I’ll make it happen.”
“Yay!” she squeals, waking our daughter. “I love you!”
I lean in to accept her kiss. She tastes like coffee. If I didn’t have a curious infant trying to tug at her momma’s hair right now, I’d pull my woman in my lap and try to knock her skinny ass up again.
“You know it’s going to be a fucked up Thanksgiving if he brings her,” I mutter against her lips.
“I know.”
“Filter will probably bail.”
She sighs. “I know.”
“Copper will probably be an asshole.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“But…”
She smiles. “But they’re family. Copper and Filter are yours, and even though it pisses all of you off, Stormy is mine.”
And now that my brother officially quit the FBI and has patched in as a Royal Bastard, his word is binding when it comes to Stormy. He’s claimed her as his—even if she ain’t his old lady. The fucker has had her this entire time. No matter what bullshit Stormy pulled on us, the brotherhood of this MC is what’s going to save her lying ass. One of our main rules is never fuck with another member’s old lady. Stormy is his unspoken old lady. Even if he hates her and treats her like a prisoner. She’s still his.
“Let me see my cuz,” Nees says, holding his arms out.
I clutch my daughter tight. “And risk you dropping her ass on the floor? Fuck no.”
“I already told you, man. I’m good with the ladies.” He fucking smirks like he wants me to punch it right off his face.
“Call me man again and I’ll make you scream like a girl.”
“Dude, er, Prez,” he grumbles. “I was just trying to give you and your old lady some alone time. I’ll take little Cay to her room.”
With a groan, I relinquish my angel to her dumbass cousin. As soon as he’s safely inside and away from bikes, tools, and concrete, I pull my old lady into my lap. The guys scatter, which is a good goddamn thing because I’m about to fuck this woman right here on the couch.
“Pull your pants down and sit on my dick, baby girl,” I command, nipping at her throat.
She moans, grinding her pussy against my hard dick through our clothes. “Someone will see.”
I laugh. This bitch gets off on that shit. Once, right before she gave birth to Caydence, I fucked her in the pool. Dragon sat on the edge and jacked off like it wasn’t no fucking thing. She came so hard and was so responsive, I decided to let it go. Since then, she’s lured me a few times into doing nasty shit with my guys nearby.
Dirty girl.
My dirty girl.
She stands to shimmy out of her yoga pants and panties while I work at getting my cock out of my pants. Once I’m free, she straddles me again. Her sweatshirt is annoying, so I rip it away so my girl is fully naked in the chilly garage.
“Fuck me like you want me to put a baby in you.”
She slides down my length and groans. “No babies.”
“Oh, we’re having a whole litter of babies, baby.”
“You’re such a gross male,” she complains. But she isn’t complaining about my dick because she fucks it like it’s the best she’s ever had.
I grip her fleshy ass and squeeze. “I’m going to come deep inside of you, PG. By next Thanksgiving you’ll have two of my babies.”
“Mmm…”
I thrust my hips up, loving the moans coming from her throat. I can hear a commotion just outside the garage. When I glance over, Bermuda and Gibson are attempting to look casual as they toss a football back and forth. Dragon and Katana blatantly watch my wife fuck me.
“You got yourself an audience, bad girl,” I murmur, nipping at her earlobe.
“They should look the other way.”
“Should. They’re bikers, for fuck’s sake. Not one of them is going to look away from this porn show you’re putting on.”
“Better remind them who I belong to then,” she taunts. “Can’t have them getting any ideas.”
I smack her ass hard before flipping her onto the couch on her back. She screams as I fuck her like it might be our last. Everything around me disappears as I devour her pretty mouth and work pretty fucking hard at putting a baby in her sexy ass. Eventually she comes with a loud moan that has my dick flooding its release inside her. The moment my dick stops throbbing, those fuckers cheer for us.
“Assholes.”
“Your assholes,” she reminds me.
I kiss her plump lips and stare into her dark eyes that no longer look haunted. “Are you happy?”
She nods. “I am. You?”
“Better fucking believe it.”
“Do you love me, Prez?”
I roll my eyes. Girl is always fishing for praise. Lucky for her, I like giving it.
“Yeah, I love you, Koynakov.”
Her silly grin is my undoing. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Mrs. Koynakov. My sexy little pageant girl. The dirtiest wife in all of Green Country. A bad girl with a good heart.”
“Love you too, Daddy.”
I dick her again for good measure—fast and hard and claiming. This time, I tell those assholes to get lost.
The End