Addy was having the best dream, Whiskey was laid out before her like a smorgasbord, and she was running her tongue all over his delicious tattoos.  She was hot and bothered, but determined to complete her task.  The dips and curves of his muscles were calling her name, and she wanted to taste every inch. 

SMACK!

Addy bolted awake, the sting on her backside enough to break her pleasant dream.  When she looked up, she expected to see Whiskey there smirking at her knowing what she had been dreaming about, and that really pissed her off.  But, when her eyes finally came into focus, it was to see someone she hadn’t seen in a very long time.

“Cinny!!  What the hell girl,” Addy said, rubbing her abused butt and trying to untangle herself from the blankets on the bed, so she could launch herself at her friend.

“Heard you had fascinating couple of days, cut my trip back home short, so I could come back and see for myself what was going on.”

Cinny was someone who had never met a person she didn’t know.  She was friendly and beyond beautiful.  Her Hispanic heritage added to her beauty in a way that few people could pull off.  All that tan, smooth skin and dark, glossy hair only added to her appeal.  If Addy swung the other way, Cinny would be on the top of her list to experiment with.  She was also a genuinely nice person.  The one thing that Addy liked best about the woman, she made no excuses for the way she lived her life.  She was a Club Puppet just like Reagan, but unlike Reagan, she really owned her place in the Club.

“You have no idea,” Addy laughed and hugged her friend.

“Oh, I don’t know about all that. Rumor is, Whiskey claimed you, and now you’re an Old Lady.” 

“Yeah, that’s not all of it. Shit, Cinny, what am I going to do?  I don’t even know where to start,” Addy bemoaned, the smile falling from her lips.

“Well, how about we start with you getting yourself dressed? You have an appointment to see a very unhappy president.  After that, we can catch up on everything else that has been going on.”

Leave it to Cinny to cut to the chase.  Addy knew what she had to do, but she had expected Whiskey to come back and talk to her sometime last night.  She should have known better than to expect anything from him.  He was a runner, and Addy doubted he would ever change.  It also made her realize that she needed to stick with her plan, let this thing between them play out, but not let her heart into it. 

Cinny pushed some clothes into Addy’s hands and pointed her body toward the bathroom.  With one quick smack to her bottom, she tried to send her on her way.  Addy gasped, and Cinny laughed.

“Hon, I’d get used to the love taps if you’re going to be Whiskey’s Old Lady, that man likes it kinky.”  She said bobbing her eyebrows up and down. 

Addy looked to Cinny questioningly, did she really want to know if the two of them had been together or should she just let sleeping dogs lie?  Thankfully Addy didn’t need to ponder the question further.

“Nope, not going to do it, you know what I am, and what I do.  If I had had that boy, it’s in the past; when a member of the Ruthless Bastards takes an Old Lady, they don’t mess around.  That shit is for life.  So, get those thoughts right out of your head.  From what I heard, you agreed to this, so you need to get a thicker skin, babe, because if you’re sticking around, you’ll see things that will fry your brain. You have one duty and one duty alone, support your man and this Club.  If you can’t do this, then don’t agree, your choice.” That was the other thing about Cinny, she was blunt as hell, an attribute Addy used to love about her, now she wasn’t so sure. 

Addy went into the bathroom and did her business, taking care of her personal needs, and then showering.  She knew she needed to talk to Tuck, and she would give this thing with Whiskey a shot.  In the end, if she needed to leave town to move on with her life, she would do it.  But, right at the moment, being an Old Lady and acting like one was her only option.

Drying off, she grabbed the clothes that Cinny had handed her; the bra and underwear were luxurious and her size, they also had tags on them, so Addy had no problem putting them on.  She might love Cinny, but she didn’t want to share underwear with her.  Once she put them on, she looked at herself in the mirror.  The bruises Ogre and Blank gave her were still vivid, but the dark purple, satin and lace bra and panties were the bomb.  They fit her like a glove and made her boobs do things Addy had never seen before.  The panties made her feel even sexier, if that was possible, the lace highlighted the plumpness of her butt in a sexy way. They were French cut, high on the hips, there was lace on the outside that framed her ass, and the satin felt amazing on her skin. 

Addy got a little perverse joy in thinking about what Whiskey would do or say if he saw her right now.  Maybe he would be the one to beg.  She grabbed the black tank and stared at it.  Damn, did Cinny buy the thing in the children’s department.  It was so small she didn’t think she could get one of her boobs into it, let alone both.  The only other option she had was the shirt she had worn yesterday, and that wasn’t an option at all considering she had already had to put it on twice. Forcing herself into the small garment, she gasped at her reflection in the mirror. 

The wondrous things the bra did to her boobs, the tank only emphasized more.  Little pieces of purple lace peeked out giving whoever looked a small glimpse at what she was hiding underneath.  Addy had never been a showy girl.  Shit, she still wore dresses on Sunday just to feel kind of feminine; maybe she needed to go shopping with Cinny.  At least, that was what she thought until she had to force her ass into the tightest shorts she had ever come into contact with in her life.  Damn, these things put Daisy Dukes to shame, they wouldn’t work. 

Addy picked her jeans up off the floor and put them on instead.  Those shorts were just too much change for one day.  Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, Addy looked at herself in the mirror and hardly recognized herself; the thing was she liked what she saw.  Her eyes had fire, something she hadn’t seen in a long time.  Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as she thought. As long as she could keep her heart to herself, Addy might find the women she was meant to be.  If Whiskey gave her a few orgasms along the way, more power to her, right? When she walked out of the bathroom, Cinny was sitting on the bed and laughed.

“I knew you wouldn’t wear those shorts.  Damn, I tried, but shit sugar you look beautiful even without them. Come on let’s get this meeting with Tuck done, and then I’ll give you a crash course in Old Lady 101.  I might not want to be one, but honey do I know some things.” 

Addy couldn’t help but laugh with her.  When Cinny locked elbows with her and started for the door, Addy realized she missed this since Carri had left, she had isolated herself so much that she missed having a girlfriend.  Talking on the phone wasn’t the same. 

Addy wondered what Cinny could teach her about being an Old Lady even though she wasn’t one, but she assumed that Cinny would know more about Club life than anyone. The one woman she could have gone to was hurt and at the hospital because of things Addy had set in motion.  If she had just spoken up sooner or told Tuck what was going on, Cathy would have been the one to show her the ropes.  Damn, she really hoped Cathy pulled through.

Tuck was in his office, a place Addy had never seen before, and from the looks of it, the man needed an assistant.  There were papers everywhere, she wondered how he found anything.  She didn’t miss was the scowl on his face.  Tuck was a friend, had been a friend for a long time, helping her when she was at her wits end and had nowhere else to turn.  He stood by her when Sunshine died and did the same when her grandfather passed.  The look on his face hurt Addy, she had let him down, and that was the last thing she had ever wanted to do.

“Addy, have a seat.” 

She wanted to cringe at the formality she heard in his voice, but this was her fault, and she needed to own up to it.  Taking a seat, she straightened her back and waited for what was to come.

“I understand that Whiskey spoke to you, and you have accepted his claim.”  He said nothing else, so Addy just nodded. 

“Not good enough, Addison, I needed the words. By accepting Whiskey’s claim, you are agreeing to be his woman and in the eyes of the Club, that is as close to being his wife as you can get without the preacher and the paper.  Do you understand what I am getting at?”

“Yes,” Addy answered

“Okay then, I asked Cinnamon to give you the basics. Usually that would fall to Cathy, but as you know, she can’t do that right now.  We also can’t bring in an Old Lady from another Chapter to show you the ropes, so you’re just going to have to deal with what’s available.” 

Addy swallowed the spit in her almost dry mouth and almost choked. She hated this tension between her and Tuck, but she didn’t know what to do to change it.  She hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him what was happening and ask for help, and now he was as much caught up in this mess as she was.  Addy also felt like she was lying to him, if not by deed, but by omission.  For the time being she was Whiskey’s Old Lady, but she had no plans of making that a permanent title. 

“Okay, Cinnamon is waiting for you in the bar.” 

“Tuck…”

“No, Addy, I can’t talk to you right now. I have two members of my Club in the hospital because of something you could have prevented. I asked you what was going on and you chose not to tell me and put yourself in front of this Club. That is your first lesson, the Club always comes first, before your man, before your kids, and before yourself.  Learn that lesson well, Addison, your life might depend on it.” 

Addy wanted to say more, but Tuck wasn’t even looking at her anymore, he was glaring down at the papers on his desk.  She wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t do it. He was right, she had caused some of this, and she would do what she needed to fix it.  She just didn’t know what that was yet.

Cinny wasn’t at the bar when she got out there, but Reagan was. At least there was one friendly face in the group that tried to stare her down.  A couple of Brothers were sitting around, and Addy noticed two other women.  None of them looked happy to see her.  Making her way to the bar, she sat down right in front of Reagan. 

When Reagan set down a drink in front of her without saying a word, Addy smiled. That smile quickly faded when Reagan just walked away.  She and Reagan had been friends since kindergarten, her snub hurt worse than Tuck's disapproval.  Addy had had enough.

“Reagan what’s going on, did I do something to piss you off?  Does me being here bother you? Would you rather I left or stayed in Whisk’s room away from the Brothers and others?”  Addy asked loudly, indicating the people behind her with a sweep of her hand. 

Reagan turned around to face her, but her expression was blank.  There was no welcoming smile or anything friendly about the other woman’s stance. 

“No, you’re fine, Whisk claimed you, and you have more right to be here than most of the women in the room.” 

Okay, so she still wasn’t going to tell her what had crawled up her ass and what was all this bullshit about her having more rights than any of the other women in the room.   

“Why do I have more right to be here than anyone else?”

“Shit, Addy, why won’t you drop it? You don’t know all the rules yet, so let me clue you in Old Ladies and Puppets do not mix.  We don’t talk to each other and we don’t hang out with each other, period.” 

Addy was stunned at what Reagan was saying, she didn’t understand. She didn’t care about a person’s so-called title, it didn’t make a damn bit of a difference, and until Whiskey claimed her, it hadn’t been an issue. She and Reagan had been friends forever, and in Addy’s mind, no matter what, that would never change.

“And why is that, Reagan?  Why would someone I have considered a friend for the last twenty years suddenly be someone I don’t associate with because Aiden said some words that mean nothing beyond this Club?” 

“Damn, you really don’t get it, you’re an Old Lady now Addy, and I am a Club whore.  I sleep with the men here that want me, and I don’t have a problem with it.  I fuck them, suck them, and let them do whatever they want to my body.  It doesn’t matter if they are in a relationship or freakin married if they want me I spread my legs.  Get me, I would do it without question or even taking your feelings into consideration.”

Addy would have believed her except Reagan had tears in her eyes.  She also knew for a fact that Reagan hadn’t been with any other man in the Club except for Tank.  She loved him, and the twisted bastard used that to his advantage, leading Reagan on for years, only to hurt her over and over again.  Addy also knew there was more going on here than what Reagan was saying; she was warning her, but also stepping back from their friendship because of some line drawn between Puppets and Old Ladies.   

“Okay, Rea. If you can answer two questions truthfully, I will do what you want and stay on my side of the proverbial fence.  The first question is, how many Brothers have you slept with, or had any kind of sexual contact with?” Reagan started to answer, but Addy held up her hand stopping her. “The second question is, are you my friend or have I imagined that for the last two decades?”

“Shit, Addy you still just don’t get it, those questions don’t matter.  It doesn’t matter that Tank is the only Brother I have been with, if he said I was open to the rest of the Brothers tomorrow, I would have to be with them.  It also doesn’t matter that we have been friends all our lives, we aren’t the same, never have been its time you accepted that.”

Shit, right about now, Addy wanted to nut check Tank into next week.  The bastard was playing a major mind fuck on her friend, and she didn’t like it one bit.  She was saved from having to say anything else, Cinny had finally decided to show up.

“Hey, Rea, I don’t know what that stuff is spewing from your mouth, sister, but I am the Head Puppet, and if Addy is down for treating me like she always has, then I’m all for it. I don’t know where you're getting your information from, but I look at it this way, as long as I stay off Whiskey’s dick, then Addy and me don’t have a single problem, wouldn’t you agree?” 

Addy just nodded her head, but Cinny was far from done. 

“Unless she invites me into the action, then we could have some real fun.” To press her point, Cinny grabbed onto Addy’s boobs and pushed them up further.  “Damn, girl, I have some great taste in clothes, don’t I?  I always wondered what you would look like a little slutted up.”

Reagan's face was red and her eyes were glossy with tears.  More was going on here then the division of Old Ladies and Puppets. Addy laughed at Cinny and pushed her hands away.

“Oh, no way, sister, I don’t think I could keep up with your moves, and damn, but I believe you might ruin me for all men if you ever got your hands on me.” It was a joke, Addy was one hundred percent into dick, well at least one dick. 

Speaking of the man, she saw him walking her way, and she had to force herself not to lick her lips.  Damn, he was fine, and the way he was looking at her, blatantly scoping out her body, not caring what she or anyone else thought, turned her the hell on.  She should hate him, she should turn away, shit, she should do anything but what she was doing, imagining him naked, laid out in front of her like in her dream, but she couldn’t do anything but stare. 

Whiskey walked right up to her, grabbed her ponytail, and pulled, forcing her to look right into his eyes.  Then his mouth crashed down on hers.  She was so shocked, she gasped, opening her mouth a little, and that was all the invitation the man needed.  He devoured her, tongue, teeth, and lips.  He tasted of coffee and chocolate, and Addy couldn’t get enough, giving as good as she got.  She should have cared that people were standing around watching them, but she didn’t.  When he grabbed her butt with his free hand and pulled her closer, Addy moaned at the contact of his rock-hard cock. 

She craved him, wanted him with a passion she had never felt before.  She had loved this man, even wanted him, but now she needed him.  So much so, she was almost willing to take him right there in front of everyone. He messed with her mind so much, she didn’t know if she was coming or going.  The bastard stopped the kiss as quickly as he started it, squeezing her ass, then letting her go.

“Missed you last night, Babe, won’t happen again.  The boys and I are going on a run, won’t be back for a couple of hours. Be ready for me, and Cinny, she is mine, hands off,” he said with a wink.  Then he slapped her ass and walked away, leaving her panting and breathless at the same time; how the hell was that even possible?

“Damn, girl, I think I might need to change my panties after that little show, it was H-O-T!”  Cinny declared.  Addy was too embarrassed, and honestly, she didn’t have enough breath in her lungs to respond for a few seconds. 

“Yeah!” she exhaled; she sure she had that dreamy, stars-in-her-eyes look on her face.  Damn it, what the hell.  She didn’t do dreamy, breathless or starry-eyed for anyone.  Well, at least she never had before, shit.

 “Okay, come along my little protégé, time to learn the tricks of the trade. Rea, you’ll help, too.  This won’t be a one-woman job,” Cinny laughed. Reagan reluctantly followed them. Addy didn’t know where they were going at first, but quickly figured out it was to the kitchen. 

“Oh, my God, do you people cook in here? It’s just as bad as the rest of the place.”  There were dishes with dried food and other gross stuff all over the place.  The floor, which Addy assumed might be an off-white, looked more dingy brown.  If she looked beyond the dishes and trash, the appliances, all looked new, but dirty; if cleaned, the place would be a cook’s dream.  Right now, she just wanted to get the hell out of there because, damn, it smelled. 

“Okay,” Cinny laughed, “lesson one, overgrown boys do not do dishes, laundry, or cook.  They also do not take out the trash without being asked or bribed.  Club women don’t look at anything beyond getting dick and trying to figure out how to tie said dick to them.  It is your job as the only Old Lady on premises to fix that little problem. You, my dear, are now the Puppet Master,” Cinny proclaimed, complete with a curtsy English Royalty would be proud of. 

Addy just blinked, she didn’t know what to do or say. What the hell was she supposed to do about this mess?  The whole Club was a mess, and somehow, because Whiskey claimed her, she was expected to fix it.  Hell, no.  She went to walk right back out the door when Cinny grabbed her arm.

“No, No, No, Missy, this is your mess now. You said the words, and baby, that makes you the boss. The boys are out on a run, they will be gone for several hours. We have until then to get this place cleaned up and food on the table. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me! What is this, the 1950s? I mean, seriously, aren’t all these men former military, don’t they know how to clean up after themselves?  I know for a fact that even a monkey can wash a fucking dish, I saw it on YouTube.  What the hell, you can’t tell me that Cathy put up with this crap, she would have shot anyone who told her that her place was in the kitchen, serving the men.”

“Ah, see that is where you are wrong, an Old Lady’s job is to serve her man and the Club.  This shit wouldn’t be like this if Cathy were around.  Shit, it’s only this bad right now because Reagan can’t do it all herself and I’ve been gone a month, and it looks like the other bitches haven’t even lifted a finger to help out, not to mention the Prospects.  The boys have gotten lazy thinking the women would take care of shit. Well, I’m here to tell you that shit doesn’t happen without someone cracking the whip, and sweetheart, you need to slap that ass into some leather because you’re the one that will wield that whip, understand?”

Addy didn’t understand, but, hell, when in Rome.

“Okay, so, I just need to tell people what to do, and they will do it because Whiskey said I was his Old Lady?”

Cinny, and this time Reagan, laughed so hard, both of them were having a hard time standing up. 

“Damn,” Cinny said, “this is going to be fun. The first rule of business, you need to empty the Club of anyone not willing to help. With the guys gone, we have two Prospects on guard duty and two in the building; those two will help. We also have the other two Puppets, Bambi and Flo, here.  Those two will fight you, but this is your battle, you need to show them you are in charge, and they can’t mess with you. I’ll let you figure out how to do that.

“There are some hanger-ons out there, some of them good chicks, a few not so much; if they won’t help, make them leave. I’ll make some calls and bring in some reinforcements.  No way we can get this place cleaned up by ourselves before the guys get back. My suggestion, you and Reagan take the kitchen, leave the common area and bathrooms to the bitches.” 

Addy gave herself a little pep talk before walking out into the common room.  She could do this; the Club was keeping her safe, and she owed them, so if she had to spend the next few hours cleaning, so be it. She didn’t have a problem with hard work.  What she did have an issue with was confrontation, she wasn’t any good at it, and it looked like she would be getting a crash course.  Shit.

Addy tried to speak loud enough for everyone to hear her, but no one paid her any attention.  She then whistled loudly a couple times, and a couple of the people hanging around looked at her, but quickly dismissed her; that really got her going.  Walking over to the bar she noticed an older man with a beer belly and Santa’s beard watching her with a smirk on his face.  She walked right up to him and put her hand out.  He obliged and helped her get up on the bar. 

Addy leaned back and grabbed a pitcher, filling it with water.  The Puppets and hanger-ons were all congregated on one end of the bar.  Once she had her vessel filled to the brim, she stood up on the bar and walked over to the girls.  Without flourish or warning, she flung the contents of the pitcher right at them.  Several started cursing and sputtering, but Addy paid no mind. She finally had the glare of all their eyes on her.

“Okay, now that I have your attention, I’d like to say a few things.” 

There were several women, but they all looked the same, big boobs, big hair, tight, barely there clothing, and nasty attitudes. 

“And why the hell should we listen to anything you have to say, bitch? You just threw water on all of us. Why don’t you come down here and get what’s coming to you?” The one paying Addy particular attention asked.

Addy continued like she hadn’t just been threatened with bodily harm.

“Hi, my name is Addy, many of you know me from town, but what you may or may not know is that I am Whiskey’s Old Lady.” 

“I don’t know about that, little girl,” another big boobed blonde said, “I was with him last night, and he didn’t say anything about having no Old Lady, maybe you got your signals crossed. Fucking one of them don’t make you unique, shit, if that were the case, we would all be special.”  The group laughed. Damn, were they really all that stupid? The woman just insulted herself, and she was laughing about it.  Addy didn’t even want to think about the comment she made about being with Whiskey.

“Yeah, well contrary to your wisdom, I am an Old Lady. I’m sure if you asked one of the guys, they would tell you as much.”  Addy looked to Santa for a little help, and he didn’t disappoint, nodding his head in acknowledgment of her statement.   Addy didn’t know quite how to explain the instant change in their demeanor, it went from slightly pissed to murderous.  Seemed being an Old Lady might bring some power, but also a lot of envy and hate.  Shit. 

“Okay, here’s the deal, the guys are out for a while, so, for the time being, the party is over.  All those wanting to hang around will have to get their hands dirty.  This place needs to be cleaned up.  If you are not going to help, then I suggest you get the hell out, or Santa over here will escort you from the premises.”

Addy looked at the man and felt bad, she didn’t even realize she had said the name until it was already out of her mouth.  She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him apologetically.

“Not a problem, hon, name’s Blade.  Listen up, bitches, you heard the woman, either help or get the fuck out.  No time for playing now.”

Addy didn’t know if it was her little speech or Blade's, but people moved pretty darn quick.  What surprised her was that Bambi and Flo were two of the people walking toward the door.  Shit, Puppet Master she was not. 

“Bambi, Flo, I suggest you turn your asses around and hunt up a mop.  This is your job,” Blade said before Addy could do or say anything more.  The two women sneered at her, but went in search of said mop. 

Addy walked down the bar and Blade once again held his hand out to her, helping her down.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, hon, good job.”  With that, he winked, walked down to the end of the bar, and took a seat.  Addy knew enough about the MC now to realize Blade would not be participating in their little cleaning party. 

Addy and Reagan had been cleaning the kitchen for a while when a beautiful blonde came in carrying containers of food.  She hadn’t ever seen her before, and in a town like Defiance that was odd, everybody knew everyone.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Oh, hey sorry, Cinny called and said you guys might need some help. I’m Katie.”  Reagan hugged the woman.  Apparently, Addy was the only one that didn’t know the mysterious Katie. 

“Hey girl, thanks, this smells amazing.”  Reagan took the foil pan out of Katie’s hands and moved it to the table.  Addy had to admit, whatever the woman had brought smelled amazing. 

“Thanks, Rea, there is more in the car. I figured with the Army you feed nightly, I needed to make sure there was more than enough.”  The woman was sweet and young, maybe early twenties. She also didn’t look like any of the women that Addy had seen hanging around the MC or the Clubhouse.  She was wholesome in a way that made you think of white picket fences and freshly baked cookies. 

Addy was so caught up in her observation, she hadn’t noticed that both Katie and Reagan were staring at her now.  Damn, maybe it was all the fumes from the hours of cleaning they had been doing. 

“Please, forgive my manners. I’m Addison Sinclair, Whiskey’s woman,” Addy said walking up to the young lady. Damn, saying those words out loud felt weird. 

Addy hated lying in any shape or form.  From the outside looking in, she was Whiskey’s woman, but that was all there was to it.  The chemistry the two of them had was off the charts, but the baggage was almost unbearable.  Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she couldn’t resist asking.

“How are you connected to the Club?”  The woman looked like she should be in a library or preschool somewhere, not in an Outlaw Motorcycle Clubhouse around a bunch of bad boys. Katie didn’t give her a chance to think any longer, she walked up and gave Addy a hug.

 “Congratulations. I don’t know Whiskey that well, but from what I have seen, he’s a really nice guy. My Dad was a member of the Ruthless Bastards up in Franklin, he passed away, and I came down here to get away for a while before school started up again.”

 “Oh, don’t let her schoolgirl looks fool you, Addy, Katie was raised in the Club, but the only reason she is here is Tuck,” Reagan laughed. That surprised Addy, Tuck was a great guy, but he was also the epitome of rough around the edges.  The contrast between him and Katie was huge.  He screamed badass biker, and she screamed school marm, but in a good way.  Maybe sexy librarian worked better.  Addy knew Tuck liked his women on the skanky side. This girl just didn’t fit, plus she had to be at least ten to fifteen years younger than the man, not to mention, innocent as all get out.

The bright red blush on her beautiful face only proved the point to Addy. Katie pushed Reagan’s shoulder playfully.

“Oh, shut up, you. I might want the man, I won’t deny it, because, damn, he is fine, but he hasn’t even noticed that I’m alive other than to tell me to go home.” 

Addy felt sorry for Katie because, although, she was making a joke out of what Tuck said, Addy could see the deep-seated sadness in the other woman’s eyes. 

“Anyway, when Cinny called, I decided to help out, hence the food.  It is also my way of saying goodbye to the guys. I’m headed out in the morning.  As Tuck would put it, I finally got a clue in this thick skull of mine,” Katie made the statement, complete with a deep, over-exaggerated man’s voice.  Addy and Reagan both laughed because it did kind of sound like Tuck.  Too bad she could also see how sad the words made Katie.

“Oh, hon, one of these days that man will get his head out of his ass and realize what he has lost.” 

“Yeah right, Rea, we both know with the amount of unstringed pussy hanging around this place, Tuck won’t be looking for anything else for a long time.  It’s his loss.  It’s also not his fault he doesn’t feel the same way about me as I do him, it’s time to move on.  School starts soon and I need to get my head back in the game, it’s been too long.

The three of them chatted while they stored the food and continued to clean the kitchen.  It was finally smelling good instead of something you would find in a frat house.  Addy discovered that she really liked Katie, she was amazing. At only twenty-one, she was already in her second year of medical school, going into her third.  She reminded her a lot of her best friend, Carri. Katie didn’t seem to belong with a bunch of bikers.  Addy asked if Katie would stick around to say goodbye? 

“Nope, the guys have been good to me, but I doubt any of them will notice when I’m gone. I just wanted to do something, you know.”

Addy could relate because she too wanted to do something nice for the men that were helping her.  They had a way of worming themselves into your life without you knowing how it happened.  Tuck, Tank, and Talon had been there for her and Carri when she had no one.  Shit, even Link, in his own black-hearted way, looked out for her. Brass and a few of the other guys had come to the farm over the years and offered to help her out with the animals or harvest, and Addy had been too blinded by her grief to pay much attention or put any stock into their actions. So, instead of giving Katie a hard time or trying to figure out what was going on with her, she simply said, “I get it,” hugged Katie goodbye, thanking her for the food.

“I hope they find out who is after you, Addy,” Katie surprised her by saying. Addy had never said anything about what was going on.

“You don’t have to say anything, I can see the bruises, and I know the RBMC doesn’t tolerate any violence against women.  I also know the Club is on the verge of a lockdown, another reason I am high-tailing it out of town before that can happen. I might be wrong, but I think it all stems back to you. Also,” she said winking, “don’t judge a book by its cover. I’ve lived in the MC world my entire life, you’re the baby in this pool. 

Shit, Addy didn’t know what to say, she wasn’t going to tell this sweet woman what was going on with her, the Club, or Whiskey, but Katie proved herself to be rather astute because she had figured out a lot of it already. 

“Hey, why don’t we exchange numbers? Maybe you can give me some pointers while I make my way into the deep end,” Addy suggested.

“I’d like that. When you’re ready to get rid of you water wings, I’ll help you swim,” Katie smiled, and they both laughed. Now that she had gotten to know Katie a little, there was a part of her that thought Katie would be good for Tuck; maybe she could help.

Addy made her way out into the bar area, and although it wasn’t as clean as the kitchen, the place looked better than it had before she set out her little mandate.  Well, at least her feet weren’t sticking to the floor anymore, and the all the tables and other surfaces in the area were clear of litter. It was a start, but not an end.  If it was her responsibility to keep this place clean and tidy, she needed to get with Cinny and Reagan, and work out a plan because they hadn’t even scratched the surface.

She noticed that only Blade and one of the Prospects, she couldn’t remember his name, were in the room, the Puppets nowhere to be seen.  Going up to the bar, Addy took a seat next to Blade.

“Hey, please tell me the girls did this and not someone else,” Addy asked, indicating the room. 

“Well, hon, I have never been a man to lie to a beautiful woman, and I won’t start now. All you need to know is those girls used their particular talents and made sure the job got done.” 

Argh, that wasn’t good. Damn.  Addy put her head down on the bar.

“Oh, now darlin, it ain’t all that bad, the shit got done, that’s all that matters right now.”

“I’m not very good at the Old Lady thing,” Addy said dejectedly, peeking up at Blade.

“Damn, hon, guys like Whiskey and me don’t give a shit how an Old Lady handles a bunch of Puppets. What matters to us is that you keep the bed warm and a smile on your face when we come to yah. Cooking and cleaning don’t mean shit at the end of the day. Take it from an old codger like me, honey, Whiskey might appreciate what you did here today, but it’s not what matters most.”

Addy couldn’t help it, she buried her head in her arms again.

“I don’t know if I will be any good at that either.”  She whispered, hoping that Blade hadn’t heard, but she was out of luck.

“Yeah, I heard some stuff you kids have gone through, can’t live in this town and not hear shit.  But, the way I look at it, you’ve got to ask yourself a couple of questions. Can you support your man and his Club for the long haul? If the answer is no, then leave that boy alone and move along because he’s not thinking of this in terms of a few nights, hon, he is playing for keeps.”

Addy didn’t believe him. Whiskey wasn’t playing for keeps, he was playing for the here and now, and he always walked away. He wanted to make up for the past so they could both move on.  She wanted that too, but was afraid that she couldn’t keep her heart out of it.  She still loved him, and a small part of her wanted to be there for him for the long haul, she just didn’t know how to make that happen or if it was even possible. 

“Hon, I can tell that you don’t believe me, and that’s okay, only time will tell.  I’ve been watching over these boys for a long while now, and I can tell you that Whisk has changed since coming back to Defiance.  He isn’t the same man he used to be. For a while there, I was worried he was going to Nomad because he wasn’t finding his place, but I’ll be damned, if the moment you walked into this room yesterday his eyes didn’t light up like nothing I have ever seen before.  That boy has it bad for you.  Claimed your ass in front of his Brothers and his Club. The only thing left for that man is to sign on the dotted line and get his ink slapped on your ass.  Now, it’s time for you to decide if he’s worth the chance you’ll have to take.

“Another thing, hon, you can’t hold something against a man that happened before he knew how to be one.” Blade got up, patted Addy on the back, and walked away.  He was right, she was either going to be a hundred percent in or a hundred percent out, there couldn’t be any in-between with her and Whiskey.  If this was the final chapter, she had to accept that, and everything that went with it; if they were back at the beginning, building something, she needed to put everything she had into that and hope it was enough.

Addy heard the rumble of bikes before she ever saw any of the guys; the sound was unbelievable.  The windows shook, it was almost like a freight train or, hell, twenty bikers were coming right through the walls.  Addy laughed a little to herself.  Looking around, the once empty room was filling up. Bambi and Flo came out of hiding, and Cinny and Reagan walked in from the kitchen.  Crash made his way into the room from down the hall where Addy knew the offices sat.  Tuck was the first one through the door, ever watchful, he seemed to make quick work of assessing the Clubhouse and smiled.

“It looks like you have been busy.” He might have said the words while looking at Addy, but Bambi was the one to take the credit for the state of the Clubhouse.

“Oh, Tuck, we have been working hard since you all left. I hope you like it, there’s even food in the kitchen just waiting for you.” Addy snorted, she couldn’t help it, the woman was acting like she did more than just give a Prospect a blowjob. Tuck in true biker fashion patted the woman on her head.

“Right, maybe I’ll let you suck my dick later for a job well done.”  Bambi looked so excited by those words, her smile was nothing less than beaming. 

Addy didn’t know what to think, she wanted to feel bad for the other woman, but couldn’t find it within herself to do so. She could call her out, but, if Tuck wanted to believe the woman worked herself to the bone for the Club, so be it.  All Addy cared about, at this moment, was getting her eyes on Whiskey.  She needed to see him, make sure he was okay, and that he was still here. Damn, that he was still in this with her; that little insecurity wouldn’t be leaving her for a long while. 

Her eyes caught on the man she seemed to have waited a lifetime for; he looked pleased. He also looked, dared she think it, horny.  The man had lust in his eyes, and it was all directed at her.  She liked it.  His gait, as he made his way to her at the bar, was steady and sure. He was a man on a mission, and it looked like she was the mission. He didn’t stop until he reached her, and, in a move she was learning was pure Whiskey, he grabbed her head and kissed the sense right out of her. After he broke the kiss, it took her a while to figure out he was saying to her; damn, the man had a way of making her mind go completely blank.  Well, not completely, he just filled it with thoughts of him and him alone.

“Missed ya, Babe, did you do all this?” Whiskey asked. Addy still wasn’t with it and could only stare into his gorgeous green eyes. The same eyes she had been dreaming about for ten years.  They may be older, and probably wiser with little lines around the edges, but those eyes could ignite every naughty dream she’d ever had.  Addy managed a small yes to answer his question and then did something she had been longing to do for a long time.  Reaching up she grabbed the back of Whiskey’s head and pulled him closer to her lips.

This kiss was the first she had ever instigated with him, and she was going for it as if her life depended on it.  Someone cleared their throat, and from the sound of it they were close to her and Whiskey; she didn’t want to stop the kiss, but she didn’t have a choice.  Giving him one last chaste kiss on his firm and supple lips, she told him, “Missed you too.” She had wanted those couple of seconds before the real word intruded on them.

“Are you ready to beg, Addison?” Whiskey whispered. She could feel his erection through her jeans, pressing right into the place she desperately wanted to feel him again.  Addy wanted to say yes and beg for him to take her to his room and fuck the hell out of her, but something was holding her back.  She just couldn’t take that final step that would put them together once and for all. Whiskey didn’t make her answer, instead kissed her one last time.

“It’s okay, babe, sooner or later you will beg, and I’ll give you what we both want. I can be a patient man our time will come,” he promised, tweaking her nose; what he didn’t do was walk away.  He stood there, and they talked about everything and nothing, it felt perfect. 

They spent some time at the bar, before Addy went into the kitchen, and, with Cinny’s and Reagan’s help, brought out the food Katie had brought. The guys pushed a bunch of the tables together, and they all sat down as a family. It was nice, but what was even better was that Whiskey was by her side the entire time. If he was talking to someone, he rubbed her shoulder or held her hand. 

She and Whiskey hung out with the guys, talking and drinking.  It was fun, and the most relaxed Addy had felt in a long time.  She noticed that Whiskey, Link, and Talon were distant from each other, but still interacted trading jabs and jeers.  Brass, though, that man was a hoot, you never knew what would come out of his mouth.  He seemed always to be trying to piss one of the guys off, but in a way that made everyone around them laugh. They were all feeling a little loose from the booze when Brass started talking to her about quality pussy.

“Now, the way I see it, sweetheart, if a man like me finds quality pussy, he is obligated to keep that shit. Get what I’m saying?”

“Sure,” Addy laughed, because what else was she supposed to say. 

Whiskey had been sitting next to her with his hand draped behind her chair, not paying attention to the conversation she and Brass were having. 

“See, you get it. I told Whisk that yesterday, quality pussy makes a man come back for more, do you have quality pussy Addy?”

Um… no way in hell she would answer that question, and thankfully, she didn’t have to because Whiskey lifted Addy out of her chair and placed her on his lap.

“Brass, you don’t need to be talking to Addison about pussy.”

“But, Brother…”

“Nope, no buts, Addison’s pussy is off limits. You’re not going to talk about it, think about it, or ever see it, so fuck off.” Addy would have laughed at the disgruntled look on Brass’s face if they weren’t talking about her private parts. The man actually looked upset by not getting his answer. How the hell would she have replied that anyways? 

“Come on, babe, time for bed.” Addy wasn’t really tired, but she didn’t put up too much of a fight when Whiskey picked her up and placed her on her feet, grabbed her hand, and started for the stairs.  She was getting kind of excited, she wanted to be alone with him. 

Once they made it into the room things changed, the relaxed, laid-back vibe they had been feeling downstairs disappeared.  Whiskey looked tense and stressed, and Addy was having a case of nerves she couldn’t quite explain. 

“Hey, babe, why don’t you hit the shower?” Addy didn’t know what to do with herself, but after cleaning for hours and then spending time with the guys drinking, she felt dirty, so a shower sounded perfect about then.  She looked at Whiskey and was tempted to ask him to join her, to get the elephant between them out of the way, but he just looked at her and shook his head. Coming over, he hugged her.

“Not the time, babe.” She should have left it at that and gone on her way, but she couldn’t.

“Why not?

“Babe, you’re not ready, and to be honest, I don’t think I am, either. We have a lot of shit to work through that that sex won’t fix. But, if you believe that for one minute I don’t want you and that tight-assed body, you’re fucking delusional.”  

“But…”

“No, babe, I can walk out of this room and get a quick fuck anytime, I don’t even need to ask for it. What we have going here is more than that, and before it happens, which it will, I want you to realize that, because once I get in there again, I’m never leaving, understand?”

Addy nodded her head, not knowing what else to say. She wanted to believe him, but something was still holding her back.  The problem was she didn’t trust him to stick around and only time would change that.  She started for the bathroom, but realized she didn’t have anything to change into. Cinny had brought her clothes that morning, but she had nothing else that was clean. 

“Ah, Aiden, can I have one of your shirts to sleep in?”

He said nothing, just went to the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt, handing it to her.

“Love the thought of you wearing my shit, babe,” giving Addy a small kiss. That kiss was nothing compared to the others he had given her recently, but for some reason, it felt like more.  Addy could feel all those bricks she had laid so carefully around her heart cracking. 

Addy took her shower and walked out into the room. Whiskey had been messing with a guitar she hadn’t seen before. He wasn’t playing a song, more like just making noise, but she liked it.  He seemed to be so into his task he didn’t notice her coming out of the bathroom.  She listened for a little while.

“Bathroom’s all yours, I even left you a little hot water.”

This time he smiled, and she was taken back fifteen years to the first time she had ever seen him smile a real smile.  It was still as breathtaking as it had been back then. 

Addy didn’t know what to do while Whiskey, no Aiden, shit, she needed to get a handle on what to call him. He wanted her to call him Aiden when they were alone, but she was starting to like Whiskey. Aiden was the boy who had hurt her, and Whiskey was the man she was starting to crave.  Getting into bed she pulled the covers up over her chest, hell, she brought them all the way up to her neck, thinking to herself, this was so weird. She had never spent the night with a guy, she didn’t know what to do or how to act.

Whiskey came out of the bathroom, dressed only in a pair of black, boxer briefs. Damn, the man was H.O.T.  He could be on an ad selling underwear.  He walked over to her side of the bed and just stared. When she didn’t say anything, just looked back, and told her to scoot over. 

“Babe, this is my side of the bed, you get the other one.”  Addy kind of felt weird, so she scooted over, and he got into the bed.  She stayed on her side, nervously fiddling with the blanket. Gone was the arousal she felt earlier, in its place was a kind of panic she didn’t know what to do with. What now?  They were in bed together, and he said they weren’t going to do anything. She was too keyed up to sleep, but what else was she supposed to do now, stare at the ceiling?

Damn, he fucked-up again. Addison had been all hot and heavy for him, and now she was trying to fit herself into a one-foot section of his California King. He wasn’t having any of that; once he got himself into bed, he pulled her body over so that her head was cushioned on his chest.  At first, she was stiff, and Whiskey was afraid she would move away, but then she put her arm around his waist running her fingers around on his chest.  Damn, not fucking her would kill him, but she needed to know he was here for more than that.

“Babe, what's going on in that head of yours?”

“What's not going on in my head?  Shit, Aiden, I don’t even know where to begin.  Two days ago, we hated each other, and now I’m your Old Lady, and we’re sleeping in the same bed. Not to mention, everything else that has happened. I don’t know which end is up right now.”

“Yeah, I get that, but, Babe, this thing between you and me, I’ll let you in on a little secret, I never once hated you. I was pissed, but hell that can happen anytime, you like pushing my buttons. I’ll let you in on another one, I might have left you ten years ago, but you were with me on every mission and every dark hole I found myself in.  I would think of you sitting on my truck in the sundress smiling at me, and somehow, I always made it through all the bad shit going on around me.

“We have a crap load of shitty history, babe, and I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to forgive me for the part I played in it.  But you need to know I’m not that scared little boy that ran away from his feelings all those years ago, I’m a man who takes what I want, when I want it, and right now I want you.”

Addy looked up to him with tears in her eyes.

“That’s the problem, Aiden, for how long.  Do you only want me for the here and now to work this thing out between us, or do you want me for the long haul?”

“Can’t answer that, babe, neither of us know how all this will play out.  Right now, at this very moment, I can tell you that I want forever, but I don’t know what the future holds.  Shit, babe, I live in a dangerous world, we might be the good guys, but that doesn’t mean we always do good things.  Hell, tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone, all I know is, right now, I am right where I want to be, you are a part of me. I never really had a home, but somehow, when I’m with you, I feel that way; you, Addison Sinclair, are my home.” 

Those walls Addy built around her heart crumbled and crashed. Aiden was saying everything she had wanted him to say all those years ago.  He was choosing a life with her; that he considered her his home warmed her in ways she couldn’t even start to explain.  This strong, confident man was laying himself out on a silver platter, all she had to do was accept him for who he was and forgive him for what he had done. 

“I’m laying it all out for you, now you need to decide if you can forgive me enough to move forward.  I can’t tell you I would have changed how things went down, I don’t think I would have.  The baby, you, me leaving, I wasn’t in the right place to take care of any that, I was so angry it took me years to realize I was trying to live my life to impress some nameless, faceless people, and move on.  The question is can you or will you move on with me?”

“Yeah, I think I will.”  

“Glad to hear it, babe, because I wasn’t going to accept any other answer. Now sleep, we have a hell of a lot of shit to figure out and I for one am dogged tired.” 

Whiskey pulled her in a little closer, and Addy had never felt more loved or safe.  The kiss to her forehead was like the cherry on top of a sundae, not needed, but savored just the same.  Addy knew her love for Aiden had never died, it just took a detour, and she was liking the direction it was heading now, after all this time. She fell asleep for the first time in years looking forward to what was to come. She should have known things would change because real life wasn’t a fairytale.

Addy woke up feeling very warm and trapped.  It took a moment for her mind to get online, and then she remembered she was in Whiskey’s bed and the warmth she was feeling was coming from him. She thought about everything that had happened and the things that were still yet to come, and for the first time in a long while, she felt excited. 

Her life wasn’t a bad one, but it was lonely. She had friends, but running the farm took up most of her time.  If she wasn’t tending to the animals, then she was tending to the crops.  It was never-ending hard and dirty work, and for the most part, she loved it, but something had always been missing from her life.

Laying there in Whiskey’s arms, she realized what that was. He said she felt like home to him, and at first, she hadn’t really understood.  Her home was the old farmhouse she grew up in, or at least that was what she had thought, until now.  Now, she understood, they say home is where your heart is, and Whiskey invaded every inch of hers. 

She wanted him. Not only that, she wanted whatever this was that was building between the two of them.  Addy loved the feel of his hands on her and craved more kisses, not to mention other things.  She wanted that moment where they came together and everything exploded into lights and fireworks like she had read in romance novels.  It might have been a simple thought, but damn this man made her want to dream again.  To be free and wild like he was and live for the moment.  Having spent so much time living in the past, she was ready to escape the box she had built for herself.

Running her hand over his rock-hard abs, Addy was tempted to take it further, she wanted to follow that little line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his boxer briefs and explore the man he had become.  Taking a chance, she couldn’t resist the temptation, Addy brushed her finger down the line of fine springy hair. She was almost to her goal when a big hand stopped her movement.

“Morning, babe, I see you still like to play with fire,” Whiskey’s gravelly deep, morning voice greeted her and sparked the fire in her panties to inferno levels.  Damn, his regular voice always caused a reaction in her body, but hearing him in the morning, after spending the night being held close, that was something she wanted to feel and hear every day for the rest of her life.

Whiskey rubbed her arm and back, waiting for a reply, but when she wasn’t fast enough, he pulled her body up until she was laying on top of him, straddling him and his very hard erection.  Addy couldn’t have stopped her next move if her life depended on it.  She ground hips down over him and moaned at the contact.  Looking into his eyes, she kissed him long, deep, and hard, bringing her hands up to hold his face in place for the best possible exploration of her tongue. 

Addy should have known better than to try to take control. Whiskey wasn’t a man to let her just have her way.  He was dominant, always had been, always would be.  He flipped their positions, and took over the kiss, placing his covered cock in the very place she needed him most; Addy couldn’t help but arch her back at the sensation.  It felt so good, his weight, his dick at her core, the heat, and the frantic kiss.  He was moving his hips in a way that she wished the clothes they both had on would spontaneously combust, so she could feel him deep within her body.  She wanted nothing separating them anymore, she wanted it all.

“Are you ready to beg baby, are you willing to trust me to give you what we both need and want?” Whiskey asked between kisses and grinds.  Addy was so close to coming, she couldn’t say a word, only nodding in response. “Not good enough, babe, you need to say the words.  Tell me how you want me to fuck you.  Tell me if you want it hard and rough or soft and sweet.” 

Addy moaned when his dick made another pass at her extended clit, she was so close just a little more friction, and she would fly.  But she didn’t want to come without him being inside of her, she wanted to feel him penetrating her body like he had her heart.  She wanted it all or nothing.

“Please, Whiskey, please.” 

“Not good enough, babe, you know what I want to hear.  Say it, Addison.”

Addy had heard the rip of fabric before she felt the sting on her hips.  Whiskey had literally torn her underwear off, now she was bared to him, but he was still covered.  Moving her hands down his back Addy pushed the offending fabric over his ass then moved one hand around to the front of him and releasing the monster he had hidden from the fabric’s grasp.  He was so much larger than she remembered and so very hot.  She wanted to flip him back over and devour him, but she wanted something else even more. 

“Say it, Addison, make us both happy, give me what I want.”

Addy knew what he wanted her to say. She wasn't sure she could say it.  He didn’t simply want her to beg for him to fuck her, he wanted her to give him everything.  To forgive him for the past and move forward.  To accept the man he was today as well as the boy he had once been.  God, she wanted to.

“Please, Whiskey, fuck me!” 

“Say it, Addison, give me what I want, what I need.”

Addy didn’t have a choice and couldn’t deny him or herself any further.

“Oh God, please, Aiden, I need you, please!”

“Damn right, baby, beg me!”  Whiskey growled as he plunged into her without stopping.

“Fuck, Addison, you feel so damn good.  Shit, babe this is going to be quick, I’m so sorry.  Damn, I didn’t want this, I wanted to make up for the last time, but, baby, shit, you’re so tight and wet for me.  I didn’t believe it, Addison, I thought I remembered it wrong, made things up in my mind, made it better than it actually was, but, hell babe, this is everything.”   

Addy was overwhelmed, the feel of him being inside her so full and intense, it was like they were one person.  Her body was tingling, and she knew she was going to go over the edge, but she couldn’t seem to get there.

“Aiden, please, harder, please do something, do anything, please!”

Whiskey picked up speed, thrusting into her body like the bats of hell were on his ass, and Addy loved every second of it. The headboard was hitting the wall, and she was moaning and screaming so loudly, she knew her voice was going to give out.

“I got you, babe, I know what you need.” Changing his angle and thrusting harder, Whiskey hit the spot within her body that made tingles run up her body and curled her toes.  The feeling was so intense, she couldn’t breathe; her body was strung so tight, she was afraid to do anything.

“Let go, baby, come for me.”

Addy exploded, bright lights, fireworks, and everything in between.  She felt like she was in a place between time and space where everything stopped, and it was only her and Aiden.  

Addy vaguely remembered hearing Aiden grunt out her name and move off of her body.  He was still holding her tight, his arms around her waist, his head pillowed on her breast.  She wanted to move her hand up and run it through his hair, offer him the same comfort and affection he was giving her, but she couldn’t move.  Her body was on fire, every few seconds another spasm would rack her body, bring her more and more pleasure.  Damn, this was everything she had hoped for and more.  Aiden looked up at her with the emerald green eyes, the ones that were so familiar, yet so foreign.

“Babe, are you okay did I hurt you?”

Finally, finding her strength, Addy brought her hands up and sifted them through his hair.

“Oh, Aiden, I am more than okay.” 

“Then why are you crying?”

Addy hadn’t even realized she was crying, everything had been so intense, so powerful that she got caught up in the moment.  Even if Aiden walked away, she knew he would always be the only man she ever loved.

“Just happy, that was incredible.” 

“Yeah, it wasn’t that bad,” Aiden teased. Addy was about to get really pissed, but then he got a big, shit-eating grin on his face and sucked her nipple into his mouth, hard.  Addy pushed him away.

“No boobs for you, mister.  I was basking in the glow, and you had to ruin it with your smart mouth.” 

“Oh, think I have a smart mouth?  How about a sexy mouth, maybe even a tantalizing mouth?” 

“Oh, Aiden talk dirty to me, tantalizing is such a naughty word, big, too, I’m surprised it's in your vocabulary,” Addy teased, trying not to laugh. 

“I’ll show you tantalizing.” Whiskey started laying open mouth kisses all over her body and Addy was nearly at her breaking point once again when suddenly, the door to his room flew open and Cinny walked in. 

“Oh, this is going to be fun, how about I pull up a chair? I love a good show.” 

Addy was mortified and scrambled to find something to cover her body.  They had destroyed the bed, so her only option was Aiden.  Yeah, probably not the best choice; having him on top her only made her want to continue what they had started, regardless of Cinny's presence.

“Get out Cinnamon,” Whiskey yelled.

“No can do, Whiskey, you have a meeting in ten and Addy needs to get up and get dressed. Breakfast isn’t going to make itself, and we all know I can’t cook.”

Both Addy and Whiskey groaned.  Shit, she didn’t want to get out of bed and make breakfast.  She wanted to stay in bed and eat Aiden for breakfast. 

“Out Cinnamon. Now,” Whiskey grunted.

“Damn, you claimed boys take all the fun out of everything. You two have five minutes and then I’m coming back in whether you like it or not.”  Seconds later, Addy heard the door slam.  Whiskey brushed his hand over her cheeks.

“Morning, baby,” he murmured and kissed her, which turned into a lot more, but the pounding on the door for the minute countdown wasn’t helping either of them.

“Damn, okay babe, I got to go.” Grinding his hips forward, he said, “Shit, I really don’t want to go. Think Tuck would beat the shit out of me if I blow him off and stay here instead of going to Church?” 

“Think your Brothers will make themselves breakfast and not throw a fit?” Addy laughed.

“Damn.”