Danny
I’m getting my bike ready, so Sara and I can get on the road. Tucking her small travel bag in my saddlebag, I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside her. Can’t wait to make love to her and see my name on her chest right over her titty when I do.
Cole walks up to me carrying a satchel.
“This came for you earlier. I figured it was better I give it to you in private. Tiny Leone sends you his well wishes. Fifty thousand of them. I don’t know what you got going on the side with him, but if it touches my sister, I won’t hesitate to fuck you up.”
“Message received.” I nod, taking the money and stuffing it in my saddlebag. Fucking Tiny.
Cole isn’t stupid. He knows what this money means. Why he isn’t ratting me out to his club…I don’t know. One day I will owe him for this there is no doubt about that.
Sara walks up to us with CT on her hip. She has changed out of her dress but is still wearing her property cut. She is a walking dream as her red hair blows behind her as she is carrying our son.
Those captivating whisky burning eyes of hers lock onto mine and I know I am a lucky bastard that she chose me. That she chose CT.
I take CT from her and give him a kiss on the top of his head and he immediately reaches for Sara. The kid doesn’t know me like he should, but that will change soon. I’m going to give him and Sara the world even if it kills me.
Sara dotes on him a few more minutes before Morgan comes out and takes him back in.
“Saturday, I’ll drive him down. Grunt is bringing your stuff down with the moonshine delivery in a few days. Drive safe, you two.”
“Thanks, man.”
He lifts his chin at me and gives Sara a final hug.
I hand Sara her helmet once they break apart.
Starting up my bike, I’m eager to get on the road.
My blushing bride climbs on behind me, wrapping her arms snuggly around my waist.
As we ride down the highway away from her family, I smile knowing that every mile we travel is one mile closer to our new life together.
When we cross the border to Tennessee a weight lifts from my shoulders.
It feels good to be back in my own territory.
The edge of twilight is upon us as we pull up to the house. I know Sara can’t tell much about it now, but tomorrow when she sees it in the daylight, I hope she likes the job the guys did painting it for her.
I know when I came back from Tiny’s and announced Marek and Harper’s death and that I was in charge the guys who stayed with me were unsure. I lost some members. They either went nomad or transferred to a different chapter. Those who stayed still don’t fully trust me but every day I am a step closer to making this club one they can be proud to call home.
Parking under the carport, I shut off my bike.
I help Sara take her helmet off.
“Wait here,” I order.
I rush to get the door unlocked and open, so I can carry her in properly.
Sara hooks an arm around my neck as I scoop her up.
“Fuck, I love you,” I whisper against her mouth.
“I love you most.”
“Close your eyes. No peeking.”
“Fine,” she grumbles sticking her bottom lip out, tempting me to bite it.
“Welcome home,” I announce, setting her down once we are through the kitchen door that is right off the carport. The kitchen has newer appliances and one of Reaper’s guys from his crew was able to refurbish the cabinets.
Sara’s eyes widen as her mouth stretches into the biggest smile.
“This is ours, for real?”
“Yeah. Take a look around. I’m going to grab our stuff.”
What I don’t say is, “Be right back, I gotta hide the cash Tiny gave me for the job I am about to do. A job you’d hate me for.” Guilt pricks at my insides but I push the feeling down as I shove the satchel of money in the outdoor grill and quietly close the lid.
I’ll put it in the clubhouse safe later.
Right now, I have one thing on my mind.
I find Sara in the nursery. Terror doesn’t like many people to know that he can paint as good as Bob Ross. He painted a mural of a forest with realistic animals on the largest wall of the room
“Wow, Danny. I don’t know what to say. Everything looks great. This is so perfect and beautiful.”
“You can change whatever you don’t like…”
She cuts me off with a kiss. Her tongue eagerly seeking mine out.
“Danny…”
“Yeah?”
“I think we have done enough talking, don’t you?” She nips at my bottom lip.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I pull her into our room across the hall. I had our room done up to be fit for a queen. Sara loves black and purple. Boogeyman much like Reaper would also never tell a soul that he is good at home interior. The fucker picked out everything in the room down to the damn romantic flowers and candlesticks. The bedding though was all me.
Sara is frantically yanking on both our clothes.
“Slow down. We have all the time in the world.”
“Danny, I’m tired of waiting. I don’t want anything else separating us.” Her dainty fingers wrap around my cock, applying just the right amount of pressure and I groan.
Laying her on the bed, I cover her body with mine.
“Whatever you want, Sara, I’ll give it you.”
“You’re love, Danny. That’s all I need.”
I wanted to take my time, cherishing and worshiping her body, but it has been too damn long. I slide the tip of my dick in her and her velvety heat wraps around me, inviting me further in.
Fuck me, when I sink inside her, I feel like a damn God. I feel like I can live up to my name—Hades.
Thrusting inside Sara makes me feel so damn alive, like I can do anything.
She’s the part of me that’s been missing.
With her here by my side, in my bed—I’ll be unstoppable.