Chapter 4 Chrome

D ecember 4 th —

“How’s it going, Babe?” I asked, poking my head into Cam’s workshop.

“Busy,” she sighed. “I don’t know if I’m going to finish all these orders on time.”

“You need my help?”

“No.” She held up the leather flogger she was working on. “Isn’t it great people want these sorts of toys for holiday gifts?”

Sure, if that meant they kept my woman happy and working like she wanted. “I suppose so.” Closing the distance between us, I tilted her chin up. “But are you happy? Because if this stresses you out or you don’t want this workload, I’m happy to tell everyone to fuck off and give them a refund.”

She bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Most of my customers are your club brothers or family.”

“Don’t care,” I growled. “I’d do it.”

“I know you would, my sexy as fuck husband, but I love this job, the leather work, and the income. I don’t want to change a thing.”

Okay, good.

Wait. “How many family members bought sex toys?”

“You don’t want to know,” she laughed.

She was probably right.

I captured her mouth in a kiss, deepening it as a soft moan rose in her throat. Without saying a word, she dropped her tools and slid her hands up my chest, bunching my shirt with her fingers. I gripped her ass and lifted her, hauling her to an empty workbench.

Some of the best sex with my woman consisted of raw, needy, fast as fuck quickies that had us both coming in minutes.

Today happened to be one of those days.

I tugged off her pants and underwear after Cam kicked off her shoes, spreading her legs wide as she reached for my belt. We both laughed as we fumbled with the clasp on my jeans. I yanked down the zipper, shoved my underwear down, and freed my cock in record time.

Cam scooted to the edge of the bench as I stroked the length of my cock, groaning as I stared at the slick wet opening of her pussy. She used her fingers to spread herself open, and if I wasn’t so fucking greedy to be inside her, I’d drop to my knees and worship her beautiful cunt.

“Need inside you, Babe.”

“Then don’t keep me waiting,” she panted as I wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Fucking love how wet you get for me,” I told her as I gripped her hip with one hand and lined up my cock with the other. Not a second was wasted as I slammed inside her, pistoning my hips as soon I buried my dick.

Cam’s head fell back as she gripped my shoulders, swiveling her hips as I pumped hard. “Faster, Chrome.”

Lifting her off the bench, I impaled her on my cock, leaning my back against the garage wall as I held onto her hips. Every single thrust brushed her clit as Cam made needy, desperate noises. The kind that never failed to drive me wild or get my blood pumping.

“God, you fuck me good,” she announced, wildly rocking her hips while I moved her up and down on my shaft.

“Your pussy is gripping me so fucking tight, Babe.”

Fuck. Me. I was gonna come before her. She felt incredible.

Her hand slid between us, sliding over her clit. She began pressing small circles onto the sensitive bud, growing slicker with our wild, carnal fucking.

“Come for me. I want to feel your pussy spasm on my dick.”

She nodded, her movements growing erratic. “Chrome!”

One, two, three more deep strokes inside her, and my woman came, flooding my cock with her release. Some women didn’t come as hard, but Cam did. She took my dick like a good girl as I kept thrusting, finally shuddering as I filled her.

We both breathed hard, coming down from the high as I brought her back to the bench, resting her on the edge as I kept my cock buried deep. To tease her, I twitched my shaft. It never failed to make her extra sensitive after she came.

“God, I feel so full,” she whispered, reaching down to touch where our bodies were connected. “I love when you stay inside me, and we’re connected like this.”

“Me too. That’s my nine inches, Babe. All for you.”

“Oh, I know. All your delicious cum too.”

“You gonna taste it?”

She nodded.

Fuck yeah. Goddamn, she turned me on.

I pulled out of her, noting how my dick was still hard, wet with our combined fluids that dripped from the tip.

Cam dipped her fingers into her pussy, pulling out sticky white strands of my cum. She lifted her fingers to her lips and slurped some of it into her mouth. “Yum.”

I shivered, already down to go again after that.

“Does that turn you on? Wanna watch me play?”

Was that even a question? “Fuck. No, Babe. I’ve got to be inside you again.”

She winked. “Turn me over and fuck me from behind while I lean over the workbench.”

Jesus. How did I ever get so lucky?

“Hell yeah, Babe.”

I did as she asked, fucking her harder than the first time as I rammed into her ass, slapping her cheeks while I drove faster, deeper into her willing pussy. When we both came the second time, I dropped to my knees and licked at her pretty pink, swollen lips, cleaning up the mess we had made.

“I love you, Chrome,” she whispered as I stood and captured her mouth, then helped her dress because the garage had gotten chilly.

“Love you, my Cam.”

IT HAD BECOME MY MORNING routine to enjoy a cup of coffee on the front porch before I headed to The Crossroads, and today, I stepped out after leaving Cam to work.

My foot kicked something on the ground as I startled, reaching down to pick up the wrapped present that rested by the front door. I set down my mug and looked for a tag. Only my name but no clue who left it. Hmmm. A secret Santa?

“You got one, too?” Rael asked as he lifted his present.

The perk of living next door to my brother? I could see him whenever I wanted. After over two decades of separation, we didn’t consider any other option but to have our families live side by side. He must have already gone to the porch to wait for me. We met up almost every morning.

“Yep,” I answered as I gave the package a shake. My Reaper took control and sniffed, not detecting anything dangerous. As he receded, I ticked my chin at Rael. “Together?”

He shrugged. “Why not?”

We ripped into the gifts with enthusiasm, each of us grinning like fools. The boxes were identical in size, and I got into mine first, whooping for joy when I found a new set of rags and polish to keep my Harley lookin’ good.

There was a tiny blast as something popped open in Rael’s box, followed by a poof of air. My brother’s expression changed from elated to pained in an instant. He dropped the gift and backed up, stepping away from the contents as he gagged and coughed.

I swear to fuck I could see green smoke before it evaporated.

Rael rushed to the edge of his porch and leaned over the rail, retching as I wondered what had been inside the package.

“What was in there?” I asked, rushing to his yard after setting my box on the porch swing. I’d take it inside before I left for the clubhouse. “You okay?”

My brother held up a hand, heaving as he shook his head. “Fart.” He paused to spew coffee and stomach acid. “Spray.”

I got close enough to catch a whiff and backed away, biting my lip to keep from laughing. “Who did you piss off?”

“You didn’t send it, fucker?”

“No.” I shrugged. “Why would I do that?”

He wiped across his mouth with his sleeve. “Shit.”

“What?” I asked, wondering if he’d be okay.

“That’s what I smell like now. Fucking shit.”

I lost it. Laughter bubbled up from my chest and spilled out, and I howled with it, bending over and clutching at my gut. Every time I caught his glare, I laughed harder. It was five whole minutes before my sore cheeks got a break.

“Fuck, Ian,” I wheezed, using his real name and catching my breath. “That’s the funniest shit that’s happened since we found one another.”

“Is it, though?” He looked agitated and pissed. His Reaper came forward, caught the odor, and receded again so fucking fast that I laughed again, unable to apologize.

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“You do that, big brother.”

He snorted as he walked inside, and I hoped Nylah and the twins didn’t get blasted with the stench.

I had to tell Cam, and she giggled through the story, wiping her eyes as I got to the part about him getting sick, and his Reaper unwilling to help out because he stunk.

It was the highlight of my week.

That night, over pizza, I told Jakey about it. He thought it was hilarious. I was babysitting a few of my favorite people. Gavin, Gage, Jakey, and Zara all came for a visit while their parents shopped for Christmas presents. Since we didn’t have little ones running around, we offered to help and keep the kids occupied for a few hours. The kids went to play after pizza, root beer floats that Jakey insisted on, and sugar cookies we’d bought at the store since Cam didn’t bake.

She sat beside Zara at the kitchen table and sipped from an empty pink teacup. The tea party Zara organized consisted of Cam, all the stuffed animals Zara could fit into the bag she brought with her, the plastic bubblegum pink Barbie tea set, and imaginary treats. Every chair at the table had been occupied.

“Can I have more tea?” Cam wiped her mouth. “Oops. I spilled some.”

Zara shrugged. “It’s okay. Take a napkin and clean it up.”

Cam’s lips twitched. “Of course.” She wiped up an imaginary spill and wadded the napkin up, tossing it in the trash. “Will you pour me another cup?”

“Sure.”

I smiled at the two of them, especially my beautiful ol’ lady, and hoped I could give her kids someday because I knew how badly she wanted them.

A crash from down the hall alerted me to the fact that I’d left Jakey, Gavin, and Gage alone for too long. Shit.

I rushed down the hall, stopping as I spotted the boys gathered in the bathroom together. That never went well. Boys did stupid shit with toilet paper, water, and whatever else they could find. It was common knowledge.

As I peeked inside, hoping no one had broken anything, I found Gavin and Gage sitting on the edge of the tub. Jakey kneeled in front of them, applying the last bit of black makeup with his fingers. “Whatcha doin’?”

He peered at me over his shoulder. “Makin’ them Reapers.”

A rumble in my chest proved that my Reaper approved.

“I didn’t think you’d mind. Gavin and Gage wanna learn how to do it right so they can be like Rael.”

Made sense to me. “Can I watch?” My gaze slid over the boys and the bottle of body wash that had been knocked over into the empty tub. No biggie. It didn’t even spill.

“Sure.”

The twins were little, not quite two, but those boys already had an otherworldly wisdom and maturity. Freaked Rael out a bit, but he also found them fascinating. I did, too. Maybe it was because they were getting the chance to grow up together the way we never did. It had been ripped away from us, and we fought hard to get where we were. The twins would never know the heartache we did.

Jakey washed his hands and then went for the white paint, adding “bones” to Gavin and Gage’s faces, enhancing the features, especially skeletal lips.

I had to admit they looked badass when he finished.

“Uncle Chrome?”

“Yeah?” I loved being an uncle. A gift that kept giving every single day.

Not all of us were related by blood, but that didn’t stop the kids from adopting most of the adults as uncles or aunts. The club was one giant family; not one among us would change that.

“We need to reap some souls.”

A grin widened my lips. “Come on. I’ll show you how to hunt.”

It was never too early to learn.

“Can we hunt reindeer?”

“We sure can.”