Vengeance slapped his hands on the bar and ordered another couple of beers. It was party time, and like it always promised, The Soldiers of Wrath clubhouse was humming with activity. They had just gotten back from a run, and all he wanted to do was be balls deep in his woman. But Constance had insisted that they stay and linger for the party.

He didn’t mind. She had spent a long time preparing for it, and he knew it meant a lot to her to be part of the club. With two beers in hand, he made his way outside and found Constance talking with Weasel and Joker. Amy was there, smiling and being her usual charming self.

There were times that Vengeance looked at the women who were now part of the club and was amazed at how different they all were. Amy, for instance, had been on the verge of a breakdown, a vulnerable young woman who couldn’t even form sentences to most of the guys. The only person she had been able to talk to was Joker. Now, after a couple of years of being with Joker and the club, she was enjoying the party like it was any other day. He would give his life for each of the women of the Soldiers, just like he would for all of his brothers.

Wrapping his arm around Constance’s shoulders, he kissed her neck. She released a giggle and patted his arm. “Hey, hey, we were talking here,” she said, and then held onto his arm as tightly as she could.

“I’ve not seen you in what feels like days, even weeks, and you want to talk to my brothers,” he said, nibbling her ear.

“She’s probably tired of your moaning ass,” Weasel said. “We all know you’re a woman on the inside.”

“I think he’s just said that all women moan,” Amy said.

“You’re right. We women need to band together. I’m so not making his favorite chocolate pie now. He can totally get one from the bakery—who will probably spit in it,” Constance said.

From the crestfallen look on Weasel’s face, he wasn’t happy with it at all.

“We couldn’t be that cruel,” Amy said.

“We could, but I think we could be easily swayed.”

Vengeance watched as Constance winked at Amy, and then Weasel was on his knees, hands together, begging.

Only when they caved did Weasel get up. Constance sipped at her beer, and all he wanted to do was pick her up and carry her off to bed. Instead, they mingled, and she made him be all civilized, which is what he totally did now. After an hour, she took his hand and led him back up to his room. Even though they had their own place, his room was still available for whenever he needed it at the clubhouse. No one came in here.

Constance closed the door, and he was on her. Holding her face, he slammed his lips against hers and pressed her against the door.

“You made me wait too fucking long to be with you,” he said.

“I won three hundred dollars, I will have you know, which I will split with you.” She shoved his jacket off his body, and his curiosity just got the better of him. Holding his hands up, he stopped her from tearing his clothes off. Again, he was stopping her from getting naked.

“How did you win three hundred dollars?” he asked.

“Deanna and the girls were talking about how the men would react when they came home. She said that you’d put me over your shoulder within the first ten minutes. I said nope, you’d get us a beer and hang around for an hour.” She smiled at him. “I told you I was right.”

“You actually bet on whether or not I could keep my dick in my pants?”

“Yep, and now I’m three hundred dollars up, which means I can totally get that mixer I wanted, and you can get yourself something as well.”

He shook his head and then laughed. “There are times that you really do amaze me,” he said. “I can give you money any time you want.”

“I know that, but come on, this is kind of cool. It makes me wonder how much I can earn just by you being away.” She pushed him back toward the bed. “They didn’t think you’d last all that long, and not only am I now about to suck your dick, you’re three hundred dollars up. See the positive, baby.”

He rolled his eyes, but he didn’t care. She had his pants open, and his dick out in no time at all. The moment her lips were around his length, he shoved his fingers into her hair and held her in place, slowly pumping into her mouth.

Vengeance knew a life with Constance was never going to be dull or boring. She was always teasing him, or finding ways to make him laugh. She was his other half, and he loved her more than anything.

When he no longer wanted his dick in her mouth, he pulled out of her and tugged her to the bed. Within seconds he had her naked and was balls deep inside her, feeling her tight cunt wrapped around his dick.

“I want to put my baby inside you,” he said. While he’d been on the road, he had been thinking about this more and more. He wanted her pregnant, swollen with his kid.

“You want to have a baby?” she asked.

“Yes. I want you and I to have a kid, to have loads of them. Would you like that? Would you like to have my baby?”

She nodded, and his cock swelled even more at the thought.

“I’m not on any birth control,” she said.

“Then I’m going to be coming in you a lot. I want my kid inside you, baby.”

“Forever.”

He slammed his lips down on hers, and she melted for him.