CHAPTER TWELVE

Two months later

– HAYDEN –

“Everything set?” Kyan asks as he strolls into the kitchen.

I shove the rest of the cupcake I was eating into my mouth and pull my shoulders up in a “the fuck if I know” move.

Heath wipes the crumbs from his mouth. “Our old ladies have it under control. Simi and Sico are picking him up and will be here about twenty minutes from now.”

“Finally,” Briggs grumbles when he steps into the kitchen. “About time that fucker came home.”

Soren and Yates are about to step inside, and it makes me snap, “Why the fuck is everyone in here?”

Class pops his head around the corner. “Did someone say cupcakes?”

“No, asshole,” I grit. “Everyone out. The party is out there, not in here.”

“But the cupcakes are in here.” The fucker actually has the nerve to pout.

“What are you, three? You’re a grown-ass biker for fuck’s sake, act like it.” I glare at everyone. “Like I said, get the fuck out of here.”

They all wander out of the kitchen, and I grin at my twin. “Alone at last.”

Heath grins and takes a step to the side to reveal the last batch of cupcakes our women made earlier this morning.

“Stop.” Deanna’s voice bounces off the kitchen walls.

Heath and I both freeze with each a cupcake midair, two breaths away from our damn mouths.

“Busted,” Bran quips from behind her. “Really, Heath? We made enough and even have a batch at home. These were made to share with the rest of the brothers and to celebrate Lee coming home from the hospital.”

Heath takes a bite from the cupcake and mutters with a mouthful, “You baked him a cake, they can share that one.”

Bran glances at Deanna. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my old man was pregnant instead of me.”

Deanna snickers and her gaze lands on me. I give her an intense look which she returns. We’ve talked about getting pregnant this morning right after I woke her up with my mouth on her pussy. Her body is healed and these past few months we’ve been getting closer, our bond tighter, and our future plans have expanded.

“Are you trying to get my sister pregnant just by looking at her?” Bran chuckles as if she’s laughing at her own joke.

We just keep staring at one another until she almost makes my ears bleed with a high pierced scream.

Bran throws her arms around Deanna’s neck and squeaks. “You’re either pregnant or trying, whichever it is, I’m so freaking happy for you guys.”

Deanna awkwardly pats her sister’s back and mutters, “Yeah, yeah, save it for after the whole egg and sperm successful merging. It can take a while, you know. It’s not a done deal until I’ve peed on a stick and all.”

“Congrats, here’s to marathons of fucking.” Heath smacks my back and hands me another cupcake, snatching another one for himself.

I chuckle and polish off my third cupcake of the day.

“They’re here,” Kyan bellows from the main room. “Lee’s home.”

Heath and I share a glance. Everyone might consider Lee leaving the hospital and coming to live at the clubhouse “coming home,” but nothing can be further from the truth.

Lee doesn’t consider this his home. In fact, he doesn’t remember any of us and the doctors are unsure if those memories will come back. It’s a fucking miracle the man is still alive after getting shot in the head, spending weeks in a medically induced coma, and waking up with his brain still functioning.

Fuck memories; he’s still with us. Sico’s words, but after a few weeks you can see the lack of memories is taking its toll on Simi, Sico, Briggs, and even Lyla. Which is why Lyla isn’t even here right now.

After what Lyla went through with the stalker, seeing her brother get shot in the head, getting kidnapped, and then Lee’s recovery and lack of memories? She’s distanced herself even more from the club and everyone else. She still works at the shop, and lives in the apartment above it, but a greeting here and there is the only interaction any of us have with her these days.

I reach for another cupcake and state, “We should give Lee one.”

Heath grunts. “He deserves one.”

Bran and Deanna shake their heads with smiles on their faces as they stroll out the kitchen. We follow behind them and hear cheering when we notice the gathering near the door. Lee isn’t smiling and just stands there, taking everything in.

His head is still bald and there’s a jagged scar going from the side of his face, over his ear and over the side of his skull. It’s still an angry red, healing, and it will eventually fade some over time. The distant look on his face, lacking any emotion, makes him a different person before he was shot.

Simi looks ready to burst into tears and Sico pulls her close. I stalk forward and shove a cupcake in Lee’s face.

“Looks like you need this, brother,” I tell him.

Lee frowns and glares at the cupcake.

Leaning in I whisper, “Go on, there’s more in the kitchen and we haven’t allowed anyone else in there.”

There’s no change on his face when he slowly reaches for the cupcake and takes a bite large enough to polish the fucker off in two bites. He gives me a nod, steps around everyone and heads for the kitchen.

“Did he just walk straight into the kitchen?” Sico asks in a low voice.

“He sure did.” I grin and then realize the fact that he actually walked straight to the kitchen.

“He remembers,” Simi croaks.

Fuck. Did he? Or was it a lucky guess?

“I’m going to make sure he doesn’t eat the last cupcakes,” I state and rush after Lee.

I hear Sico tell Simi to give their son some space. A look over my shoulder lets me know Heath is talking to them and Bran is right beside him while Deanna follows me. Lee is leaning against the kitchen counter, the very spot I was standing mere minutes ago, and the fucker has a cupcake in each hand.

“These are good,” he tells me with a mouthful.

“I know.” Jerking a thumb over my shoulder I add, “My old lady makes them.”

“Bran helped,” she says from behind me. “Sorry, there aren’t many left. Heath and Hayden have been inhaling them.”

“Should have made more then,” Lee states and throws a longing look at the now empty counter.

I feel kinda shitty for eating as many as I did. “We still have some at home. Want me to get them?”

His eyes light up. “Fuck, yeah. The hospital food was crap. These fuckers were the best thing I’ve tasted in a long damn time.”

Yep, guilt is hitting me hard.

“You should swing by the new bakery. It opened last week, right next to the tattoo shop. The cupcake mix we used is from this place so if you ever have a craving? Be sure to check out that place to get some.” Deanna turns to me. “Want me to come with you to get the batch at our place?”

My woman on the back of my bike?

“Always,” I murmur.

I lift my chin in Lee’s direction. “Be right back, brother.”

“Take your time, Prez,” he rumbles and doesn’t make any effort to leave the kitchen.

I guide my woman out and we walk hand in hand through the main room of the clubhouse. Heath and Bran are sitting in a booth in the corner with Simi and Sico. My parents are with them and the rest of the guys are talking and getting a drink. Music plays and I take a breath or two to let this picture sink in.

Even with Lee’s change, he’s still with us. We’ve faced a lot of danger in a short time and even have to rebuild part of the clubhouse after it was blown up. Yet, we’re still whole, living, breathing, and able to celebrate the return of a brother.

Yeah, life is pretty damn fine.

We head for my bike. I hand her the helmet I bought the day she received a clean bill of health from the doctor and strap mine on while I straddle my bike. She gets on behind me, arms circling my waist, and her pussy pushed snug against me. This is when the reminder hits me of how quick life can change in the blink of an eye.

A few months ago, everything could have been different. If it weren’t for Deanna’s strength and the will to survive, Bran and Lyla might not have been able to escape. If Pax wasn’t obsessed with Lyla, what would have happened then? If he wasn’t there that night, remembering a patch over so we could locate the possible whereabouts of Deanna, would I have been too late?

That’s a whole lot of variables, what-ifs, and a quick turn of life and death. Definitely something I don’t want my brain to get stuck on. Not when today is about celebrating Lee’s release from the hospital. Not to mention, my woman is safe and fully healed on the back of my bike.

I take a deep breath and relish the calming feeling of the ride and the joy it gives me. Trees flashing by the roaring vibration of my bike underneath us while my old lady tightens her arm a fraction to let me know she’s right here with me.

Reaching out, I place my hand on her thigh and give her a squeeze; right here with you, darlin’, forever and always ridin’ against the wind. Fuck the cupcakes, Lee can wait a little while longer. Instead of going straight to our house I decide to take the long road and enjoy the ride with my old lady.

After a few extra minutes, I turn right and come to a stop in front of the garage. I hit the kickstand and wait for Deanna to step off. She grabs the keys to open the door and we walk inside. Her laughter draws my attention to her face. She smirks, not caring at all I was shamelessly ogling her ass.

My gaze follows her hand when she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it in one quick move over her head. The fabric falls onto the floor, and she instantly starts to kick her boots off while she’s working on the zipper of her jeans.

Again, the phrase “fuck the cupcakes” slides through my mind. Lee will get his treat later today, there’s enough at the clubhouse to keep him busy. As for me, I’m going to get my fill of my woman, doubt if such a thing is even remotely possible. Especially when it feels as if the whole world is put on hold whenever I get my hands on her.

The promise we made each other this morning–trying to start making a family together–only puts more fuel on the fire that’s already raging hot inside me. I never thought the urge to put a baby inside a woman was something I could get off on. It’s Deanna, she makes feelings arise inside me that were always either dormant or non-existent.

I’m still fully dressed when she’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom in nothing but a pink, silky thong. Her back is to me and she’s holding her bra between her fingers. Slightly turning, she’s covering her tits with one arm, letting the bra flutter to the floor.

This woman is captivating and it’s not just her stunning beauty holding my attention. It’s always been her spunky character along with her sharp tongue. The way she holds herself, no shame, standing fierce and proud is the essence of her existence.

Absolutely nothing in this world can break the unbreakable as long as the heart is pure. And my woman holds a heart that’s worth its weight in gold, sparkles with love, and holds a tenderness only I’m allowed to feel.

“So damn sexy,” I tell her.

She fully turns to face me. Sure, she has scars littering her body. The knife wound on her side is still a large pink scar. Those are visible memories of what this woman had to withstand to fight for her life. That crucial day wasn’t the end of it because it was followed by months of recovery.

Thank fuck it’s all in the past. The connection between us is a strong bond fueled by passion and chemistry. My hands land on her hips, her soft skin under my palms, and I can feel my hard cock twitch behind the zipper of my jeans.

There’s a reason why I’m still dressed. If I were naked, I would have been inside her already. Not something either of us want right now, ’cause I’d blow my load in a heartbeat. I let my fingers sink into her hair and pull her head to the side so I can nip the skin of her neck.

She moans when I suck and nibble hard enough to leave a mark. I walk her back to cage her body between mine and the wall. I step back and let my gaze eat up her nakedness. I lick my lips and reach out to tweak her nipple.

She moans and stays in place. She doesn’t beg, doesn’t come to me, doesn’t so much as reach out but knows exactly what I need and what she can expect from me.

“Gorgeous,” I murmur and fondle her breast.

A gasp forces her lush lips part. I’ve felt them wrapped around my cock, know how nicely she takes me to the back of her throat. Fuck. Control. I need it. Dropping to my knees, I roughly slap her legs and she widens her stance, giving me access to her wet pussy.

I lift her leg and throw it over my shoulder, inching closer so I can let my tongue slide through the lips of her pussy, tasting her desire. I groan and dig deeper, licking, sucking, nipping her skin while her hands sink into my hair to hold my head in place.

She grinds her pussy against my face, not giving a shit if I’m able to breathe or not. My woman simply uses my mouth to get the pleasure she craves, and it makes me rock hard. She moans louder when I focus on her clit, sneaking my hand between her legs to pump two fingers inside her.

Her orgasm hits, pussy clamping down on my fingers while I suck her clit to prolong her pleasure. The sounds she makes, her taste, the way her body shakes through the pleasure, every bit is engraved inside my head.

Never a dull moment, sex is not just straight up fucking with the result of an orgasm at the end. It’s the tender look she’s giving me, the one hitting me now when her gaze hits mine. The deep emotion giving intimacy between partners makes it unique and heightens our relationship.

“Need to be inside you,” I tell her, my voice drenched with need.

She leans down and merges her mouth with mine, not caring one damn bit that I just ate her pussy. I growl and pull back so I can swoop her up and take her to bed. Well, maybe not exactly because I plant her on all fours, ass in the air.

It only takes a few heartbeats to unleash my cock and sink inside. Home. Hot, wet, and welcoming. I grab her hips and hold still, feeling her pussy squeeze my hard length. This is what makes my heart beat and my lungs fill with the scent of her love.

“Are you going to stay like that or are you going to move?” The sass this woman has is unlimited and without filter.

Something like this would get her ass spanked and I know it’s what she craves. Which is why I’m not going to give it to her. Instead, I bring my fingers to my mouth and make sure they’re wet.

Glancing down to where my cock is lodged inside her pussy, I spread one of her ass cheeks and stare at her tight hole. Gathering some spit, I let the drop land perfectly on the tight ring and spread it with my wet fingers, letting the tip slide inside while I pull my cock from her pussy.

“Aaaahhhhh.” My woman buries her face into the mattress to cut off her moan.

I know by the way her pussy clenches around my cock as she pushes herself back on my fingers that she’s loving everything I give her. I start an easy rhythm of shoving my cock inside her pussy while emptying her ass and vice versa. In out, pumping both ends and feeling myself fill her up on both ends through the thin membrane.

She drives me as fucking crazy as she sounds and when her orgasm hits there’s no way I can hold off. I pull my fingers from her ass and slam myself as deep as her pussy can take and empty myself inside her. Cum pulses for a long time and when I finally gave all, I slowly pull back and watch as our mixed juices slip from her.

Now there’s a magnificent sight. My cock is still hard, and I slowly slide in and out, loving the way it’s all soppy, dripping, and overflowing.

“Gonna fill you up again,” I grunt, more to myself than to my woman.

She moans and pushes her pussy back on my cock, taking over the fucking for me as I stare at where our bodies are joined. The give and take, equal footing, never enough, and always heated and pushing to the brim.

This is us. As it should be. And I’ll make damn sure it will always stay that way.