Her head is on my chest and I slowly stroke her back as she groans due to Joaquin gently pulling out of her ass. “I know I’m repeating myself, but you should see what I’m seeing. So damn hawt. My cum is sliding out of her ass and all over–”
“I can feel it leaking over my balls, boy. I don’t need the damn visual.”
Greta giggles and the sound is like bells ringing on Christmas morning, but it also makes my cock slide out of her pussy, adding my cum to the shared release.
“Come on.” I smack her bare ass. “Let’s get dressed and head home. I think it’s time for some shower sex.”
“We just had,” Greta starts but her face shifts when she glances at my bare cock.
And it’s not the size nor my piercing giving her the worried look.
She bites her lip before letting go and whispering, “I know I’m on the pill but that isn’t always full protection against pregnancy. And with the both of you coming inside me…we haven’t mentioned…what if…I mean,” she stammers.
“Alfie and I have had long discussions about possible children in our future,” Joaquin starts.
I tuck myself back into my jeans and let her know, “We both would like to enrich our lives with a large family. Adopted, all his, mine, none of it matters except for the love and devotion to give a solid home and future to whatever lives would expand our family.”
She covers her face with her hands. “You guys,” she grumbles through her fingers and I don’t know if she’s horrified or happy.
Thank fuck Joaquin steps closer and pulls her hands away. “What’s wrong, baby cakes?”
“Nothing,” she squeaks. “You guys are too freaking perfect and I’m waiting for the bubble to burst. How are your two still single? Womenless. Ugh, whatever!”
A chuckle slips over my lips. “’Cause, we were waiting for you, Greta.”
“Yes, we were,” Joaquin murmurs and gives her a sweet kiss.
I step closer and he hands her to me so I can take her mouth. I end our kiss way too soon and when we’re all dressed and ready we head out of church. Not paying any attention to all the eyes focused on us, we drag our woman out of the clubhouse and head for our cabin.
Two days pass where we enjoy our time together without any interference. Joaquin was able to take the first day off from work so we could be lazy and stay in bed most of the time. The second day I brought Greta to the stables and showed her my horses and the ones I worked with.
The woman looks absolutely gorgeous on the back of a horse and it’s even more sexy to see how she handles a fifteen hundred pound horse between her legs. That’s how Joaquin found us when he finished working at the clinic. The two of us leaned on the fence, watching how Greta enjoyed riding bareback.
It’s a stark contrast to what I’m feeling now. There’s a large pit in my stomach due to uncertainties and I want them dealt with. I left Greta and Joaquin in the cabin. They’re watching some sappy movie because Garrett texted me the president and VP of our other chapter arrived at the ranch.
Stepping into the clubhouse the feeling of unease slides right off and I feel like a better man. The clubhouse is filled with my brothers and a handful of men from our other chapter. Weeks ago, I was in pain and bedbound. With solid determination from Joaquin and this bunch of crazy I managed to heal to a point where I needed Greta to give me the last push.
Standing here, seeing my brothers laughing, and knowing I have two loving people waiting for me at home makes me realize a person like me isn’t better off alone. There are times when life gets crazy, balancing on a ship drifting toward disaster, a renegade with a loaded gun, living on the edge, or feeling like an outsider in the dark. But it only takes one moment in life to connect on a deeper level.
I’m thankful for everything I’m connected with. And I’ll fight like hell to keep it this way. If I have to take more bullets to make sure everyone I love and care for are safe…so. Be. Fucking. It.
“Alfie, you remember Figor, right? Ash too,” Weston says as he waves his fingers for me to get closer.
Yeah, I remember Figor alright, but damn.
“You’ve grown, brother,” I grunt as the fucker grabs me in a man hug and slaps my back.
My shoulder screams at me. I might seem completely healed, but there’s still tissue inside overcoming the damage that was done due to a bullet ripping through it. But there’s no denying the friendliness of Figor.
He might be as big as a house and as strong as a primal animal ready to face any enemy, but he’s also one of those people who can be a friend for life once you’ve gone through a moment where you really get to know one another.
And we did, a few years back when we were still wrapped in illegal shit, until Weston pulled us out. But right when we were confronted by a rival MC, amidst bullet rain, in swoops Figor along with a few of his men and his trained dogs.
Don’t let him catch you calling them dogs. According to him they are a special breed which are descendants of wolves, only bigger and stronger. Anyway, if it weren’t for him, his men, and pack, we wouldn’t have survived.
We’ve met up a time or two since and I’ve even showed Joaquin some of their dogs since he loves animals and these are special and highly trained.
“Long time, my friend,” Figor rumbles.
He’s almost twice my size and that’s something since I’m a big fucker myself. I’m glad I left my heart at home so I don’t have to worry about him asking about either of them. I swear these guys are dipped in pheromones because if I remember correctly, all the women fell ass first to the ground with their legs spread wide wherever they made an appearance.
I glance around and now realize none of the old ladies or hangarounds are in the clubhouse. I can’t help but snicker and shake my head. “Weston, did you rid the house of women to let these guys focus on the job at hand?”
Weston gives me a hard stare.
Ash snickers. “It was the first thing I said too. I was looking forward to some new sharable pussy.”
Figor sticks his nose in the air and inhales deep. “Smell that? Alfie here reeks of two different people. Fucker has it made. Finally settled down completely, did you?” He shoots me a grin which I return.
Damn, the fucker either is good at guessing or has the same nose as his dogs, to be able to smell both Joaquin and Greta on me.
He slaps Ash on the back. “You’ll be drowning in pussy soon enough when we’re back home, brother. We need to deal with some business first. Which shouldn’t take too much of our time because the lack of sharable pussy indicated you guys have more old ladies and less free action.”
“And not a single regret,” Roper grunts.
Figor holds his massive hands up. “No offense there, VP. It’s all good. Hell, I envy you and yours. I’ll kiss the moon on the day I gladly hand over my balls when I find my mate for life.”
“I hope you find your old lady soon enough,” Weston states. “Life changing. Not to mention the pain in the ass nights sitting up with babies and shit. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“I hear ya,” Figor grunts. “Now, let’s get to the point. This fucker who put a rat bitch in our midst is now targeting you guys?”